Notes from a living room: 25

Sometime in the middle of the last year I got very lonely all of a sudden. There were reasons, and I don't really want to go into those. But today as I opened one of the documents in my computer and found out a few notes taken at that time, they reminded me of a few things. So I am sharing it here now.


Flashback. 2011. July-August.

Lonely. Talked to the artificial chatting software again. So here's how it explains love.

Out of sheer boredom, and because nothing was really there to talk, I asked it 'So, what is love?'

'when someone finds their counterpoint in another person..!

I got amazed. The immediate reaction I gave was, 'I loved someone.'

And here is the answer I got: 'I am home to thee, now I have the key, of love that brings you home.'

Confused, I threw my final question, 'What to do when I am trapped in a love triangle?'

'Don't speak. Act.'


One of the best friends of mine in my lonelier times has been a person with a logical mind. Most of the times he's not there. But he comes when it's time. And goes away with the first light in the east. Surprisingly, I still believe in the words of that clairvoyant... perhaps for nothing.


Jan 31st '12

Notes from a living room: 24

A time to ask yourself what you truly are. A time to know yourself. A time to know the others. A time to see the other side of the coin. A time to lower your head, stiffen your jaws, toughen your fists, take a few oaths and prove yourself.


A time to walk alone.


- 29th Jan '12.

Edit @ 31st January


CAT '11: Missed by a big margin.
SNAP '11: Missed SCMHRD cut off by 4.5 marks.
XAT '12: Cleared all the cut offs except quant and that too for a big margin. Imagine practicing all the year that book of Arun Sharma and ending up with a result like this.
NMAT '11: Verdict waiting. Only hope left this year.


Have you suffered enough, my friend?

Notes from a living room: 23

"Do you know what's the best and the worst thing about people?"

"No."

"Sooner or later, they all go away."

"Okay." I said.

"Don't you think the same way?"

"...I don't know."

"You have something else in mind. Let it out."

"Nothing. Made a few illustrations last week. Want to see them?"

"Sure."











-5th Jan '12

লুকিয়ে থাকার গল্প

ক্ষুধার্ত, আমি পাহাড় থেকে নেমে এলাম। আমার পরণের কাপড় ময়লা। আমার দেহে রাত জাগার ক্লান্তি। কিন্তু আমার চোখে মুখে ভোরের আলো। আর আমার মনে আশা। কিসের তা জানিনা। জানলেও আমি ছাড়া আর কেউ জানবেনা। জানা আর অজানার মধ্যে কতোই বা তফাৎ।

আমি লুকিয়ে আছি। পৃথিবীর থেকে। কেউ জানেনা। কিন্তু নিজের কাছ থেকে সত্য গোপন করে লাভ নেই। লুকিয়েই আছি আমি...এবং অবশ্যই কারন আছে। তবে সেটা বলা শক্ত।

তবে আমি ফিরব। খুব তাড়াতাড়ি। এবং সবাই জানবে। জানবে যে আমি ফিরেছি। আমি সেই দিনের স্বপ্ন দেখি। রোজ দেখি। আমি জানি, আমি ক্ষুধার্ত। আর আমার ক্ষুধা মিটবে, খুব তাড়াতাড়ি।


কিন্তু যতদিন না সেই দিন আসে, আমাকে লুকিয়ে থাকতে হবে। মানুষের থেকে। নিজের থেকে।

-Jan 2nd '12