I miss you

Winter is knocking my door again,
but you are not there to hold my hand.
like all the days we spent together,
those days are slipped like sand.

Life is full of surprises I knew,
but never thought like this it could be.
that you will be gone following her,
leaving behind the broken-trust, me.

Now when we are apart forever(?)
and I walked away through the rain,
hiding my tears, burning my soul,
why I still look back and miss u,
drawning myself into endless pain?

Swati

Life in short

Life is just what happens to you, While your busy making other plans.

Woman Is The Nigger Of The World

Woman is the nigger of
the world
Yes she is...think about it
Woman is the nigger of
the world
Think about it...do
something about it

We make her paint her
face and dance
If she won't be slave ,we
say that she don't love us
If she's real, we say she's
trying to be a man
While putting her down we
pretend that she is above us
Woman is the nigger of
the world...yes she is
If you don't belive me take a
look to the one you're with
Woman is the slaves of
the slaves
Ah yeah...better screem
about it
We make her bear and raise
our children
And then we leave her flat for
being a fat old mother hen
We tell her home is the only
place she would be
Then we complain that she's
too unworldly to be our friend
Woman is the nigger of
the world...yes she is
If you don't belive me take a
look to the one you're with
Woman is the slaves of
the slaves
Yeah (think about it)

We insult her everyday on TV
And wonder why she has no
guts or confidence
When she's young we kill her
will to be free
While telling her not to be so
smart we put her down for being so dumb
Woman is the nigger of
the world...yes she is
If you don't belive me take a
look to the one you're with
Woman is the slaves of
the slaves
Yes she is...if you belive me,
you better screem about it.

Repeat:
We make her paint her
face and dance
We make her paint her
face and dance We make her paint her
face and dance


John Lennon

Love Sick

I'm walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping

Did I hear someone tell a lie?
Did I hear someone's distant cry?
I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile
While I was sleeping

I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
This kind of love I'm so sick of it

I see, I see lovers in the meadow
I see, I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on
To a shadow

I'm sick of love; I hear the clock tick
This kind of love; I'm love sick

Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder
Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder
Could you ever be true?
I think of you
And I wonder

I'm sick of love; I wish I'd never met you
I'm sick of love; I'm trying to forget you

Just don't know what to do
I'd give anything to
Be with you.


By Bob Dylan.

When I Travel in Kolkata

It seems I have to travel for so long time all of my life to reach my office. It's been like this always. Since I joined RTG, my first job as a Graphic designer. I have been traveling for more than 3 hrs a day since then. Now when I am with Isolution as a web designer I am still traveling for more than 3 hrs a day.

I can't say I don't like it. In fact I love the time I get to be alone and away from known people. I watch nature, people, streets, buildings, I watch my Kolkata. I explored almost whole Kolkata this way. When I travel by bus it gives me window to touch the outside world with the imaginary fingers of my mind. I touch new red blossoms in the spring, I touch the top of the clouds in the autumn. I see buildings are going high, touching sky everyday. I watch new new banners, hoardings, I get new ideas for my work.

And then I watch people, mostly kids. They are just awesome, amazing in their own way. I enjoy most watching them. I have many stories to tell about kids I see, interact on my way. It is wonderful that how they make me feel good that I even forget all my stress.

I see one boy(5 yrs hardly) goes to school with his mum everyday, catches the same bus i take. One day I took him on my lap to let him sit as they didn't get any empty seat. The boy is so adorable. He was trying so hard to not to fall asleep. But at the end he did and I held him dearly to make him feel comfortable and sleep in peace. He is too small to travel for more than 1 hr and attend a school, which is just at the opposite of the city. I really hate the parents for that reason. He slept all the while and I was missing my nephew whom I didn't meet for years and might be same age as him. At the end her mother got seat beside me and while moving away he got awake. He was still sitting on my lap and mother started making fun of him "had a nice sleep aannn? :P ". He got angry and said "No way, I was not sleeping at all. huh!!! /:) ". We both started laughing for the way he said it.

Then another day. It was really hot outside and i was frustrated to be stuck in the traffic jam. Suddenly a school bus came beside and it was full with naughty kids on their way back home. They were giggling and chatting with each other. Don't know how one girl saw me and started teasing me "hello Aunty, achhe hain na?" but with a genuine smile. And then all the kids started saying same and waving at me. I waved back too with a stupid smile on my face (it was stupid i can bet... lol). Then after a while we were apart but still they had left the smile on my face. They made my day.

Now it is about a married lady I made friends with on my way to office in bus. I can still remember how she given me a weird look on the very first day. I was wearing normal dress as I always wear (trouser and top) but may be she is so conservative that she didn't like it and her eyes uttered few unspoken words like "oh god what is she wearing" as I felt. I felt very bad that day. Then after few days we both giggled at each other for some funny incidents in bus as we saw each other enough to smile at each other in bus. I always heard that a smile can change the world, now i saw too. She waits for me to get into the bus everyday now. Even one day when the bus was not willing to stop for me and get me in, she made it stop for me by screaming at the conductor. I reached at office on time that day.

There are many more stories to remember. But May be some other day...