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Sunday, May 18, 2008

A trip down Memory Lane.......

Past few days was spent in walking up and down the memory lane...the wildwerness was relieved....the memories visited...fill us with hapiness...and a strange feeling of sadness....long live the wilderness....lookout for our comeback in october...as I try to soak up the euphoria...there is a lot of madness and Sorrow around...50000 die is China Earthquake ....100,000 in Myanmar....and even hen the Govt there doesnt want any help...are they even Human...or r they just greedy B*****ds...why is there no concious in their souls...hmm...

The IPL is going on full swing...the Bangalore team has been a let down for most of the tournament...but thre is still hope in the form of Knight Riders...Well some perks I get from bieng a Bengali form Bangalore....ha...ha...till today i never understand why people want me to take a stand as to what i am??? a Kannadiga or a Bengali...why should I why cant I be both...why cant I just be an Indian or a Bangalorean....Why??? Why must I choose between the two states of exixtenece?? Why this Binary perception of my identitty???...

All this is killing the euphoria....so getting back to here is a song I am listening to while rwriting this....all about remebering the good old days...
hmmmmmmmmm……..hmmmmmmmm
coffee house er sei adda ta ajj ar nei ajj ar nei
kothai hariye gelo shonali bikel gulo sei ajj ar nei
nikhiles paris e, moidol dhaka te nei tara ajj kono khobor e
grand er guiterist gouaniz d’souza ghumiye ache je kobor e
ka ke jeno bhalobeshe aghat peye je shes e pagla garod e ache roma roy
amol ta bhugche dhoronto cancer e jibon kore ni take khoma haiiiiiiii
coffee house er sei adda ta ajj ar nei ajj ar nei
kothai hariye gelo shonali bikel gulo sei ajj ar nei
shujata e ajj sodo sob cheye shuke ache
shunechi tu lakh poti shami tar
hire r johorot e aga gora mora she
nami dami bari ghari ache tar
art college er chele nikhileshaonlal biggapon er chobi akto
ar chukh vora kotha niye nirbak srota hoye d’souza ta sodo bose thakto
ohhhhhhhhhh
coffee house er sei adda ta ajj ar nei ajj ar nei
kothai hariye gelo shonali bikel gulo sei ajj ar nei
lalalalalalala
ekta table e sei 3/4 ghonta
char minar sodo thote jolto
kokhono bishnu dey kokhono jamini rai
ei niye torko ta cholto
rod jor brishti te jekhanei je thakok
kaj sere thik eshe jortam
charte te suro kore jomiye adda mere
sare 7 tai thik uthtam
coffee house er sei adda ta ajj ar nei ajj ar nei
lalalalalalallalala……..
kobi kobi chehra kadhe te julano bag
muche jabe amol er naam ta
ekta kobita o tar holo nako kothao chapa
pelo na she protiva r dam ta
office er sosal e memture natok e
roma roy obhinoy korto
kagoj er reporter moidol eshe roj
ki likheche tai sodo porto
coffee house er sei adda ta ajj ar nei ajj ar nei
kothai hariye gelo shonali bikel gulo sei ajj ar nei
sei 7 jon nei ajj table ta tobo ache
7 ta peyala ajj o khali nei
ek bhagane je ajj esheche nutun kuri
sodo sei sedin er mali nei
koto shopner rod uther ei soffe house e
koto shopno megh e deke jai
koto jon elo gelo
koto jon e asbe
coffee house ta sodo theke jai
coffee house er sei adda ta ajj ar nei ajj ar nei
kothai hariye gelo shonali bikel gulo sei ajj ar nei
hhhmmmmmmmmmm lalalalalalala

and here is a poem by wordsworth...which is such a feel good piece to make the mood much lighter and mellow...astala Vista....

"Daffodils"

I wander'd lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.


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