ok...this ones going to be an extremely short and sweet girly post.
so all those who've started cringing their nose..."shoo to all of you..!!"
for one,i got my nose pierced..finally!!
picked up nice good stuff for pujo...i'm in a patiala mood right now...so chances are that all my stuff might get tailored in that fashion..
and that's pretty much it...
yaay!!
i'm happy:P

i realise i have ceased being the regular that i was in blogosphere,once upon a time...sniff..sniff...
have been orkut-ing a hell lot.its fun in there.you get to meet with people you havent been in touch for quite a while.to cut this rather humongous story very,very short,its fun!
and how i love those who drop in once in a while,scrap random scraps asking if they could "make friendshipss" to you...i mean wtf??
make friendshippss...golly!and how do you "make" them,anyway?times like this i feel so heavily disillusioned.so goddamnly diffident.to think the things people are "making" these days...and look at me?what do i make?paper boats!sheesh!!if i ever could catch hold of that lady who used to take craft lessons in school,i'm seriously going to give her a piece of my mind...why,she never taught us how to "make friendshipsss" in school???did she think we were not creative enough to "make" them?those friendshippss?is that really what she thought?
it can be so heartbreaking to think your crafts teacher never really trusted your creative potential...never really respected the artist within you...and now,when the whole wide world "makes" friendshipss,you are left all alone...
i'm going to mourn over this for some time.parting with a heavy heart...sniff...sniff...

okay!so I'm pissed again..and this time its for a reason way graver than the things i usually grumble about...

i seriously have a few bones to pick,and I'm afraid this post might raise questions from various quarters...but I don't really care about all that...i wanna vent my angst...and vent i will.

I had gone to olypub with a few friends this sunday and on our way back home(we were waiting right outside oly for a cab)a uniformed D.I.G came upto us...called one of my guyfriends a bokachoda for no tangible reason i can reckon with.And while my friend stood on the other side of the road,completely taken aback,trying to figure out why he would be called one(bokachoda,that is),the D.I.G (or that's what he claimed himself to be)laid back,resting his arm on the jeep's bonet like a pucca bangali darogamoshai-sizing me up.

i can't tell you how nauseatingly disgusting it felt letting myself be expoited like that.and i would have shrieked my lungs out and created a major scene had it helped me in the least bit.

the point is,i have no clue why, whatever happenned, actually happenned to us.
For,number one,none of us were acting weird/drunk/unstable.
number two,i don't recall any of us doing anything remotely obscene...unless waiting for a cab or talking on the phone can be counted as one.
number three,i wasn't wearing anything vaguely provocative(i was wearing a shirt and a pair of ankle pants,goddamit!)
number four,it wasn't very late in the night either...8.30pm isn't late by Park Street standards,is it?
you could say my friend acted rather dumb(why on earth would he let anyone get away calling him names like that,you might say)but you know what?in all probability you would have done the same had you been there yesterday...acting smart before sick,corrupted D.I.Gs doesn't get you anywhere...

the same goes for me.doesn't matter how big a tantrum i threw once i got into a cab.or how i bad mouthed the authority all throughout the journey back home.the fact remains i couldn't do a thing to stop that bastard from leching at me with that cheap smirk playing on his lips.

i wish i really didn't have to think sucha great deal about what a bhodro barir meye should do and what she shouldn't.
i wish i could do something from letting corruption fuck our whole goddamn system.
i wish i could plant a tight slap on that fucking D.I.G's face yesterday.
i wish...

the system has gotten so wrong from above,there's no point putting the blame on the grass root.

behnchod sala!!!