In Another Morning - II

And in another morning, the sun also rises,

Over Libya, where new hopes are born,

Over America, with which disappointment, is torn,

and Over Calcutta, where nothing ever changes,

Except the occasional government.

While writing 'The Eye Of Yamah', I never knew the hawk-gaze had turned toward me.

Winner/Wiener/Blah

My last post was all about how I've always tried but never won.
And here I am, after winning the biggest battle ever.

Life is all about the irony, really

:D

Godard and Us

If the youth of Jean Luc Godard's generation were "Children of Marx and Coca-Cola", the youth of today are the off-springs of Gaza and GaaNja. Nothing ever changes, in terms of every generation thinking itself to be the smartest, and the most gifted, and hence getting complacent and turning out to be an embarrassment for the succeeding generation.

There's a truth that is often quoted about Bollywood and Indian(world)politics - "There are no permanent friends and no permanent enemies here" .Guess that is applicable in real-life too. I'm just, for lack of better word, shocked. And, I could not put this up on Facebook. Thank goodness for Blogger.

See You, You see?

One disaster. Today. Several more to come. Mommy dearest advises me to drop out. There's still time, she says.

PaulPredicts

This 2-year-old Octopus in a German aquarium has predicted all the outcomes of the German games in the World Cup successfully, so far. The defeat to Serbia was predicted too. As for tonight's game versus Argentina, this psychotic genius has tipped the odds in favor of my(AND HIS) team- Germany. IF this forecast too comes true, not only will Germany move on to the Semis, but also, Paul's fan-following will go up higher, much higher, sky-high. Really, it will be a welcome-break from all the human-dhongi-babaas, a la Sanjay B. Jumaani and Bejaan Daruwallah.

Here's to Paul, and hoping to see the German flag flying sky high.

Imagine a cigarette as a colony of petrified pixies, cursed into that life. When the fire touches them, the curse is broken, the pixies come to life, perform a gratified ritual-dance and then fly up into the sky and disappear forever.

Kokhono neem-tikto, Kokhono modhu-mishto...

Boiraagi mon tomar je shaahebjee,
Amaar bukete je aachhe koyed aaj obdhi,
Bhalobasha'r rokkhok,amaar ishwor tumii...

Chand-aar-taara
Dekha holo shaara.
Lojjay morey je amaar mon,
Hey bhogobaan,
Lojjay morey je amaar mon...

Uhm-Huma...