it rained heavily that evening.and apart from a few rowdy boys playing football and howling occasionally,the ground resembled a desolate spectacle.
the incadescent neon light had cast an orange halo.and when the rain fell against it,it looked ethereal.
the rain fairy gazed at it listlessly-bemused,enchanted,intrigued...there was something in her eyes,you could tell.the rain fell steadily on her apple face.it trickled down her hair,brows,cheeks till it disappeared at the corner of her lips.
musty rain drops...
the ball thumped noisily on the flat concrete.the boys jostled and shrieked in unison.the goal got saved.cheers and whistles hung in midair.
the Rain fairy smiled and looked away.the 'thump' gradually dissolved in the background.
words spilled out like booze spurts out of a freshly uncorked bottle.conversation flowed.the night air felt intoxicating as it caressed the wet skin lovingly.the chilly wind flirtatiously hugged the moist frizzy hair.
the walking turned out to be hypnotic after a while.walking around in continuous circles can effectively evoke hypnosis!!!
and the hand she held felt unnaturally soft,warm and reassuring...
and when the rain stopped,the Rain fairy again returned to her recluse behind the clouds across the horizon where the sky was grey and the grass looked like a bed of crystals gleaming of musty rain drops...

boredom has this innate quality of driving me up the wall.sheer boredom.just that and nothing else.
yawn.twitch.yawn.contemplate.scratch.drool.squint.hum.yawn.think.plan.yawn.rolleyes.mutter.hog.pee.talk.mumble.yawn.sleep.hogmore.
and so it goes.
for the last two days this is all i was up to.
and oh!i did go watch a play.and i watched "you've got mail" after a really long time.
the stupid media player is screwed.the computer tells me i have a fake software.like,that is something i didnt know already.i mean thats no surprise for me.considering the phoney crooks we have turned out to be,its hardly a wonder that our system is fake too
but tahts hardly the point i was going to make.see,this is the issue with me.i start off saying one thing and before you know it,i have started off with another.
on a different note,i wish it wouldnt be so hot althroughout the day.it can be particularly stifling to sit home all day just because its sweltering outside.not that i care much,but the people i stay with(read,parents)have serious issues with me going out in the daytime.
parents,i tell you,can be the most disconcerting creatures.*sigh*

1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it:
on the wrist.some girl from school had dug her nails right in there.
2. What is on the walls in your room?
red and creme paint
3. What does your phone look like?
i dont have a phone(do a small jig before settling down)
4. What music do you listen to?
whatever sounds nice to the ears.
5. What is your current desktop picture?
baby with a big pout
6. What do you want more than anything right now?
i wanna get over with this stupid tag.
7. Do you believe in gay marriage?
sure.where is the harm?
8. What date and time were you born?
pakistan's indepence day.right at 2 in the afternoon .an india-pakistan match was on way!
9. Are your parents still together?
sigh.yes.beats me how!
10. What are you listening to?
"romeo and juliet"
12. The last person to make you cry?
my neighbour's dog.seriously what kind of an imbecile question is this?
13. What is your favourite perfume/cologne?
liked charlie.i am not much of a perfume person.i am happy with deos.
14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?
black or hazel brown.but please oh please nothing other than that.weird hair colour freaks me out.
15. Do you like pain killers?
thankfully i never needed one.*touchwood*
16. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
i am not your coy girl next door,but i never have felt the need to ask anyone out.
17. Fave pizza topping?
i never can tell.others decide for me.
18. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
chocolate truffle.
19. Who was the last person you made mad?
i tend to make people mad very easily.it is this innate quality i have.every two out of three people get mad at me in every five minutes.go figure!
20. Is anyone in love with you?
nobody loves me.*sniff*sniff*

i tag little boxes and inihos.

okay.so my mind is not exactly working right now.but i can tell i am suddenly missing school after,what,nearly two years?
and its weird.because i really didnt feel a thing after i left it.and except for that ineffable feeling that kind of wrenched within me a couple of times when i was walking past rabindra sadan,i practically lost the attachment with that grey building.or so i thought...
i was never into science or mathematics.who am i kidding,i sucked in maths.big time.the teachers loathed me.and the feeling wasnt unreciprocated.my secondary school life was therefore not exactly eventful.i was an average kid with average grades.
plus two,in that sense,was one helluva roller coaster ride.we were given the classroom in the farthest corner on the topmost floor.and i had some of the happiest days of my life in that classroom.it was probably the geographical positioning of the class,the fact that it was virtually cut off from the rest of the building that intrigued me the most.and i dont know why but uncannily i would keep saying "ekhane kono khun holeo keu jante parbena"
the P.G hospital dormitory was right next to us.and it would be an understatement if i said that the place was stinky.yet,god knows what she got in that stench,our english grammar teacher would listlessly gaze out of the window for all the days she taught us.
the room had a swing door(i am hoping it still has),and i remember precisely how we purposely banged it open everytime we were to pass through it.
and then one fine morning when we were having a free period and the adjacent science section was in the midst of a chemistry class,i started "bam bamming" my heart out until my vociferous "bam bamming" was silenced by the chemistry teacher who demanded the name of that person letting out that queer sound.as to why i suddenly had that overwhelming desire to mimick bambam (of flinstones'fame)on that auspicious morning,i never have been able to figure since.*sigh*
the girl who sat next to me(its weird how i referred to baijayanti as the-girl-who-sat-next-to-me,but then i have my reasons) was a nerd.she still is.it will shake the living daylights out of me if i ever realised that she is no longer one.she was one of those people who studied during lunch breaks,was dishevelled and forgetful in that nerd einstein-ish way.and if you studied her bag,you could have fished out a dry chowmein strand-she was that messy.
and then there was amrita,who most people referred to as 'oxy' after allegedly one girl called her "the oxygen of her life'(incase you are still wondering,yes,our school brought lesbianism to kolkata).anyway,oxy or amrita,whichever way you like it,was one major giggler.she was really happy and content with her life in general,i believe,because she just couldnt stop giggling especially when mrs. saha,our bengali teacher took our class.amrita would giggle away to glory which landed us into major trouble one too many times.but then,mrs. saha was worth laughing at,you'd argue.very true.a lady who married some good many times so much so that we lost count of her husbands after a while,she was definitely a phenomena.but even we kept our humour in check.poor amrita,she never could.and the more exasperated mrs. saha got,the more amrita smirked.and so it would go on till the bell rang and the teacher scurried away in fury.
then ofcourse you had suchi who brought chicken sandwiches to lunch.and i bet half the class was pally with her just to grab a bite from her sandwich!suchi and i fell in and out of love with a zillion people we had never talked to till she hooked up with that radio guy(!!!)and from what i have last heard,she and 'double-d' are still in
lurbh with each other.
there are a zillion other stories i could tell you.about how sanda was madly in love with eating,how our class teacher told us stories about her doctor and how handsome he is and about how the assistant headmistress once called us morons and how the class didnot say a word against it because they didnot know what it meant...but then that would be too long a story.

its weird how i keep listening to one song over and over again whenever i am using the computer.it would keep playing itself and i would gradually get sucked into it...
there is nothing more exhilerating like getting lost in a musical warp.
right now its 'nightswimming' by REM.