Another Blog update....

 Sorry!! couldn't find any pic of blogger..so I searched in google and liked this relevant one :P 

Are u gonna read or what..Stop ogling and read the post...

Blogging ain't any fun like before......... Stop staring the girl :-||.....

Yeah!! so was saying and this is not my view but a general view of loads of my fellow bloggers. Many of them are already off for soul searching or are busy in their own life and some started being a silent reader which has advantage of not commenting yet getting an excuse if they miss one or two post like meself :D.

There are like 100 tags pending...my lappy is filled with loads of posts which are either left unfinished or are too personal to be published here but are published in my private blog. Don't worry I don't abuse you there as you already might have known by now that if I have a grudge on you I abuse you here only :D...but I won't tell if I fantasized about you there :P..

Ok boys !! Don't get excited...u were not in any of my fantasy.... :-| but if u wanna be ..ewwww... let's leave this issue here only....:P


Coming to the point... so see blogging ain't any fun like before... but I won't quit..at least not in near future


Now as I promised ..Here is another person from my blog list...which I m gonna talk about!!

This girl when I first met here on my blog was very impressed of my poetries...hahahaha...that might come actually as shock to u but I did write few rhythms and verses here and there...

What...??? Check the tags of poetries ... :-|

But that girl is a beautiful liar... :P She writes it more beautifully than anyone can ever...but I always take my advantage of being a moron in poetries and dissect her poems to pieces..:P ...like I asked once..who is the hero of the love poem  ...ur postman ??? hahahha :P ..

She is a sweet girl and she is supa hot :P but......but damn!! if only she was not going for the world record of longest span of being committed before tying the knot :D..
Can u believe she is hooked on with a guy for 10 years....how can anyone do that???...same stinking pheromones for 10 years :-O..none of my relationship would ever agree to bear my stink for so long  :P... and I m glad never they did..I changed 11 in last 10 years ..ok !!! 7 dumped me...but I dumped 4 ....that should get a count ...4 ain't low :-||

So coming to the point that girl is supahot...supa sweet and knows what is the meaning of commitment with a lil bit of poetries too :P...and she gossips with me all the time ...at least used to do all time before she thought to change herself and kick me out of her daily talking list....and believe me ..she can gossip a lot :P...and if I leave a chat that I have a gossip to share...she will defn reply in nxt minutes which she otherwise don't... ;-) hahahhahah

Yeah!!! Cindy... I was talking about you....a lil suggestion ...you were a sweet bubbly Shakespeare better than the smart moron u r trying to be now.. love ya... 
and u kno I was kidding in the part about him.. he must be great guy ...at least having you in his life is sufficient enough... :P hahahahhaa

Cindy is there with the name of Pallavini in bloglist..do check her out...oops her blog out ;)

 Pic courtesy: Weblink intact.....Gosh!! I won't ask permission..btw who asks anyways :P

PS: This might be my last post for the month...as I m going home on next saturday to my mom n dad....Love you all and have a nice time...

PSS :and since today is 9/11 do pray for the victims of that terror strike followed by a prayer for all those soldiers and innocents who got killed due the blind American  retaliation...

My double Century...

It is my 200th post...It's been over three years here and it seems just a few days.... I guess this is what called passion of writing.... I had this post in mind for few weeks but damn I was so busy that I wasn't able to hit my 200 faster so I thought it to coincide with today...Yeah!! today is special for me...some of u kno..some of u don't and some of u don't care...but today is special for me nonetheless :D..but since I am off on Sundays ..I scheduled this post on Thursday..and now it is Saturday and I am still editing it so that it can be flawless tomorrow..means today :D ...Ahh! Neva mind :D... As Steve and Preeti said.. blog is for keeping memories that we might otherwise forget ..this lake of my dreams is all about my quest for becoming a better person...and for keeping my beautiful memories...about some lovely people who were so much in my life and now only their memories are there...and since I am having a severe memory loss probs ( Ohh! not like Ghazini :D) ...I don't want them to be under the dust cover of  my oblivion..

This blog was my soul mate for long..I used to brag..I used to cry and I used to laugh here and time changed ..I came with interaction of all those people whom I found to be so good at wat they do and that inspired me a lot...I had seen the happy days..the sad days...the show off days in Bloggerville...and believe me each moment here had wonderful effect on my life...and I made some beautiful relations with some beautiful souls...

So I thought why not mark this day as the special award day with my recognition of their special talent...a part of their overall persona...


So came up with five categories....and the sequence is random....

1) Honesty:

a) Rahul : This guy is just awesome...if u look at his sketches ..it will amaze u truly and so is the social message associated with it...He is there with me for quite a long now...and now he blogs quite regular...

b) Kashmira : A long way she had crossed from her post on tomatoes grown in her garden to some truly touching posts on today's reality... she is high on my list of admiration...


2) Philosopher: 

a) Keshi: She is a blogger who sometimes really keep me astonished with her posts..the struggle she did...the sincerity she shows and the themes she touches..everything is wonderful and so is her interaction with the blogmates...I know she is facing some personal issues with bloggerville..but I think these days will pass..as she is not only a beautiful soul and a philosopher inside....but also a fighter.

b) Meghna: Just go thorough her blog and tell me ..do u believe she is just 14...? Only one thing that tells her age is the innocence with which she touches the social issues...this kid is just awesome and she truly suits this category....

c) Ceedy: He is a matured writer and needs no introduction and the way he thinks is just so awesome... just go through his God Inc.

d) Steve: He was my inspiration and he deserves the award and believe me u need to jus go through his blog to kno what is the true essence of blogging...even if he says that it is all about farts and poops :D

3) Poets :

Not really my domain to judge them ...but I do write sumtimes ...jus go through my tags and u will find some...but these fellows ...are just amazingly awesome in it...

a) Pallavini : Even if I am all naughty in her comment section .. I was never gone untouched with her words and the way she describes love ...is just lovely...but thing is she is also as flowing as the flow of her poetries...and since I kno her quite well..she ain't that sophisticated too...she is much of a sweetheart.... and if u r committed for 10 years u ought to be one....and sumtimes she just says...dekh main unni smart nhi hoon...and I just love that moment of her simplicity and sincerity....a tough to find in new-age girls..and we are think-alike buddies...we sometimes come up with such weird thinking and that too together...it surprises both of us equally....:D

b) Preetilata : She is another wonderful poet and she has got diversity in her work..my god I never thought poetry  have so many varieties and believe me she is goddess in all .... but recently I discovered a new side of her...yeah! she is quite a responsible citizen too...that's amazing...and she I m sure will continue to surprise me more... :)

c) Aayushi: She is another 14...and she is goddess of dark poetries....the lines she writes are so gothic that even the damned-most soul will feel the crude pain in them...she will defn go deep and long....

d) Mystic Rose: I havn't got her name yet but she writes beautiful ..every word is so carefully measured...and so wonderfully selected...it makes me go all ga ga over her posts.... jus go thorough her blog and you will find.it out..and she is not only good in words but also in sense...

e) Lena : Though she is writing less now due to her job stress but she is a wonderful writer and poetess...and I kno u all kno her well..

f) Arti: She is professional in it and Wateva I say will be just drops in ocean..just go thorough her newly published book..and you will know about her...

g) Pooja: She writes seldom but when she writes u will feel the flow of beauty thorough them...and she is not afraid of experimenting and improving..

4) Crazy :

a) Abhishek: What he writes is just a fraction what he is... :D ..I know him personally ...and  we nicked him Sardar for some of  his unexplainable actions :P ( No fun for any community...it is just we say to him..)..but as a blogger he is quite matured and handsome too :D...but he is a mechanical engineer and that negates every quality of his to have a girl fan-followings around :P

b) Chan and Ne : Yeah ! I know they are both hopelessly romantic :P but believe me they are crazier than that too :D...I kno Ne quite too well and Chan I am getting to kno ...
but both being blonde ...satisfies the sufficient condition for this award.... :P and if u don't believe me just go through their blog and see the 100 truth post Chan wrote.. :D  and for Ne ...U need to go through our conversations which I can't make public as it will expose me too :P..after all ..she calls me a blonde for a reason of course..: D..though she is on a ON and OFF course...

c) Anjuli : She is crazy... :D ...just read a few posts of her and u will find all the emotions that exist in the world.. in them...and her motivational heroes..lol...but her quest of love with A B C D  and all ...my god ..when I fst read her..I was all confused...who is who and whom she is actually missing ....I won't say much as didi will kill me  for this :P..but she is socially responsible too...the way she worked in tandem with some people after Mumbai Blast was just awesome :)

d) Princess Mia: The way she describes her chocolate fantasies :P...u can't give her any other award  :P.. u need to go through them... u will kno :D..and now on Saturday..I just found her celebrating her own blog's birthday and that too belated :D... but she is a sweetheart... :P



5) Cute:

a)Smriti : She is adorable...heheheh one of my sincere reader and a vivid wirter and her love for F1 and Kimi is world famous :P ..she is the writer who writes about everything jus like me but the cuteness factor is above all the persons I kno in bloggerville :)..and the way she handles the theme of post is simply cute :P

b) Hemanth: I kno u all know him and all are infected with his cuteness :P..the way he dedicates the posts to his frnds and the beauty behind them is truly remarkable..



c) Niddzi: Drunk with her thoughts and u will find just yourself in her...she is the picture of todays girl and their beautiful thoughts..

d) Nidhi: She is cute..both by her appearances and her writings. I once read how wonderful she is in showing the way without confusing other people :P lol ...I am just speechless :P


e) Valencia : Nowadays she is busy in her school but jus go through her blog and and u will find what I am talking about...she comes up with such funny things ...and love..I won't comment much as I am so scared of her :P

f) Cécile's: She is just so cute and her mmjs were just so awesome..and she adores me so much..I hope she gets her French fries fast :P.... I kno sissy ...French fries aren't French..u told me that already :P..

e) Ananya: She is my lil sis ..though on and off from blogging...she is among the only few who had shared a writing space in my blog.

f) Darshan: Ohh he is a newcomer! and he is quite serious..but sumhow after reading his 100 tag..I find him lil cute :P ..i don kno why..but he is :P


So all the awardeed do collect ur award.. and keep it as a token of my appreciation..OHH! and feel free to distribute them to ur blogger frnds....but keep the criteria in ur mind.. and same goes for the cake below :)



Ohhh !!!  defn need to mention now ..Today is special because it is my birthday too :P and I am now 26 :P....means more than a quarter century old :P...khikhikhi :D..so pray for me and I love you all for bearing me so long...Muaaahhhh.. and a flying kiss for my sweetheart..who I guess will not call me today at 12 ...


Now Cindy see..How can I ruin the look on ya face.. knowing my bday is today  ..by showing you this post that day :D... ab bol mujhe Kamina :P ??

The Land of The Rising Sun

The sun rises from the east,

The fact that everyone believes,

But today there’s one sun in the town square,

Engulfing the whole town, in its fire.

The days were not quite and in ease,

None slept with any peace,

As the war was in the sky,

The land of rising sun was fighting the allies.

But that day was as bright as before,

The tides were as calm as before.

As the peace was dawning on,

The dark day clouded the dawn.

Two falcons screamed high in the sky,

Sirens blared increasing the fright.

But nothing happened to their surprise,

As it were the recons that passed by.

But the hope of peace turned into scream,

A fleet of falcons flew in like a beam.

Dropping the ball of inevitability from the sky,

Thundering the entire city with the cry.

The land lit up with two suns,

The allies played their first fun.

They dropped the first nuclear bomb,

Made the Hiroshima deaf and numb.

The city crumbled in the fire,

Concretes flew like flyers,

The people burnt like the wire,

Agony screamed like never to tire.

The light soon turned into dark,

The ashes hovered in like a shark.

The cloud of dust, the cloud of smoke,

Forced each breathe to choke.

The dark day seemed never ending,

Every moment death kept on raining.

Human’s first weapon for fun,

Annihilated the whole empire of the rising sun.

-Sourish Karmakar

This piece of work, i had wrote way back in my B.Tech days... in the classroom...jus found it ...lying in pool of papers...so thought to share it...this poem is dedicated to all the brave people of Hirsoshima and Nagasaki as they still are bravely fighting the nuclear holocaust and it's aftermath...think..how one human can kill another ..and how wonderfully he finds newer ways and make the world more unsafe...

God bless u all..and Pray with me that we all remain safe...

Before and After

As the title says..the feelings I had, before and After i met her.. for the first time....

This is the first of the set of Poetries that i was talking about click.

It was a long dark night,
No moon, no star & no light.
The first me was sucking blood,
To survive amidst the flood.

There was no day for night of days,
When my first me gave me the shape.
The shape of the life,the shape of my existence,
To soon count me in the universal attendance.

It was there so dark and tight,
I was all engrossed in fright,.
I thought this is my only world wide;
But soon found a ray of light.

That's the day when opened my eyes
Found a pair of eyes staring me in surprise.
Caressing me with joy and pride,
Having a face so benevolent, so satisfied.

She was caressing me whole day,
found her always engulfed in deep bay.
The bay of joy, the bay of satisfaction,
watching me close in every action.

I was like a parasite,
sucking her blood off at every site.
but she never expressed any pain,
rather joyous on nourishing my veins.

First I thought her a mad,
but soon realization made me feel bad.
The woman I never cared then to bother,
She is the source of my life, My Mother.

Blogging my poetic skills

From now on for few more posts...I wud jot down poems from my class diary..which I used to keep notes..and I ended up writing shits...which sumtime became so rhymic dat people call dem Poetries.. :P which I know dey are not :P
Y u can say dem poetries..coz i really tried to write poetries only which ended up like dis..
pardon my grammatical skills...after all m nt a hi fi :P
thanking in anticipation :P
take care

Mere Pass Laut Aana

Jab Yaad Meri Aaye To Rukna Mat,

Mere Paas Laut Aana !!

Jab Raat Ka Diya Bhuj Jaye,

Or Kuch Saaf Nazer Na Aye...

To Derna Mat, Mere Paas Laut Aana !!

i

Jab Bin Badal Barsat Ho Jaye,

Or Tumhien Raah Na Mil Paye,

To Udaas Mat Hona... Mere Paas Laut Aana !!

Jab sanson Ki Doori Toote,

Or Koi apna Tumhien Lotey,

To Mayyoos Mat Hona... Mere Paas Laut Aana !!

miss

Jab Dil Tumhara Toote,

Or Kisi Ka Sath Tum Se Chote,

To Aanso Mat Bahana... Mere Paas Laut Aana !!

Apni Khushi Se Chor Ke Gayi Ho Tum...

Mere Jazbat,Pyar,Aitbar Ko Tor Ke Gayi Ho Tum...

Phir Bhi Meri Yaad Agar Aaye,

Or Aankhien Tumhari Bher Ayein,

To Shermindah Mat Hona... Mere Paas Laut Aana !!

U

Bas Itna Kehna Chahta Hoon,

Ke Hamesha Intizar Karoonga...

Is Kayenat Se Ziada Pyar Keronga !!

Magar Jab Tumhien Meri Yaad Aaye,

To Rukna Mat... Mere Paas Laut Aana

love u

Wid love from Sujoy and Sourish

Born In the Heaven

This poem is dedicated to all the fighters who are amidst the uncalled civil wars. The heaven symbolises the homeland for whom they are fighting not to free but to survive.

Born In the Heaven

He was born in the heaven,

It was March, nineteen eighty-seven.

Doctors were pleased to save his life,

But were in grief, as the mother didn’t survive.

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Sagina, was there since July ’86,

After being raped by a gang of six.

Fighting her unconsciousness and death,

Nourished the child, growing on her fate.

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The first days of his life were all black & white,

When he was fighting the death to survive.

Doctors were rushing in and out,

Desperation was to see him sprout.

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He survived, not as his fate decided,

He took birth, as only the doctors wanted.

As he was a challenge to their profession,

His survival was much needed for their succession.

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The first few years, he passed in a mosque,

Where he was adopted by a priest, Safaque.

He was growing there by the rules of Islam,

His first words were the verses of Holy Qur’an.

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In the days when world was still a paradise,

When peoples were to him good and nice,

He saw the first real nightmare,

As he saw ‘Abbu’ crying in despair.

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‘Abbu’ was shot thrice in his chest,

By the so-called disciples of Prophet.

Who were fighting their own ‘Jihad’,

And were redefining the word ‘Islam’.

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He was homeless as before,

Once again on his fate as before,

But was there a new tag on his forehead,

The name of his father, as against the fate.

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A policeman took his custody,

Life was once again showing the melody

But the melody lasted just a year,

When he’s left again, amidst his fear.

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The next years he worked in tea stall,

Where he was becoming thin, but tall.

The days were as painful as him,

His life a work without any theme.

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When he was just a mere, fourteen,

Got nabbed up, by a Mujahiddin,

The pen holding hand was now holding a gun,

Whose firings some time left him also, numb.

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The paradise transformed itself to, a hell,

He couldn’t move there without a veil,

His living was on snow and ice,

But got a new tag on his forehead, a new price.

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It was again the March, but 2004

He was lying there among the four.

He was shot dead by the military,

Who retaliated his untrained gun spree.

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Who was responsible for his death?

The militants? Who gave him the gun, for the food.

Or, the doctors? Who save him, to reach the adulthood.

Or his mother? Who unconsciously, but nourished his vein.

Or he himself? Who unknowingly, but was born in the heaven.

With Love Sourish