What the ..

What is it? Who is doing it? How many injured? What is the police doing? How can it happen over and over again? How many kil …
And once again, all of it remains a mere line on the forehead of a Oh-I-am-a-concerned-citizen! guy.
I don’t know.
I don’t want to know.
Is there someone to blame? I can’t say.
I don’t know why it all started? But the way I see it now .. if we have any stories that we tell to our grandchildren, they will end like ..

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And they saluted the spirit of a battered city, again.

[Observation] It was a wednesday.
[Observation 2] Padmasree Rajdeep Sardesai puts the hostage drama in perspective by asking a British official, still trying to find out how many British citizens have been captured, whether England will play their Test match in Mumbai. ( Credit to greatbong.net for Observation 2 )

It goes something like this ..

I do not remember if I heard the first line somewhere .. But one fine morning, it was on my lips and hasn’t been off since then.
I made up the stanzas and with music, it sounds pretty good in my head. It goes something like this ..

“दिल पीछा करता है दिल का
इश्क़ की गली मैं नयी मंज़िल का ..

बहती जैसे हर नदी है ..
इंतेज़ार है बस एक साहिल का ..

तेरी बातें और वो मुस्कुराना ..
वो पहला नशा जिसमे है डूब जाना ..
हर सुबह जिसके लिए,
एक बहाना है उससे मिलने का ..
हर रात बनके परवाना,
ख्वाब उस शमा के साथ जलने का ..

दिल पीछा करता है दिल का ..
इश्क़ की गली मैं नयी मंज़िल का ..

आँखों मैं लिए वो ,
बस यही एक सपना है ..
आज हो या ना हो,
उसे होना कल तो अपना है ..
दिल मैं बस यही दुआ,
यही अरमान है .. उस दिन का ..

दिल पीछा करता है दिल का
इश्क़ की गली मैं नयी मंज़िल का ..

बहती जैसे हर नदी है ..
इंतेज़ार है बस एक साहिल का ..”

Credits for encouragement to :
“Chote Nawab”, “Pathuvoth”, “More”, “Chocolate Aunty”, “AJ” and “Shanti” ..!
All names are coded, Do not try to figure out unless you are one of them.

Sujoy speaks

I can’t recall how many times I have had this feeling. It’s almost like deja vu.
Heights have a drastic effects on the psyche of all. Some relate it to power, glory. Some relate it to a sense of betterness, superiority. To me, height has always been .. a medium, a preposterous deceitful lure. I have been to all suicide points .. its like being home .. imagining what it would be like .. this feeling of freefall .. and a void at the end of it .. It attracts me to it. It is a fatal attraction, constant and unnerving at times. All I think of when in elevators is how it would feel, when I am up there. That is what makes it a wound. A wound on the top of your mouth, which would heal itself, if you stop tounging it, but you can’t. And it grows, grows on your reluctance and yet inability to give in.
I have talked to my shrink about it. At first, she used to think it is acrophilia of some sorts, thats what made me an interesting case. She used to take interest in me. I was a one-off case. But, it all unfurled slowly to her.
She says its a sign of clinical depression, she says I like heights because I imagine them to be ambitions, and mine have not been fulfilled, thats why this glory with heights and suicide. She pretends she knows it all and maybe she does it.
But if any of my ambitions have drowned .. I dont know of it. If I ever fostered an ambition, I don’t know of it. All i know is … this puff will be my last .. I will finally embrace the ecstacy of freefall

… it was a lovely show .. my life … but the best part to me is the climax…

-Sujoy

Ambitions et al ..

Source – phdcomics.com

I have worked almost two years after graduation, wondering where the curve goes ..