Sorry guys, somebody had to burst your bubble of love! 😀 Reality Check!

Happy Birthday Dear Friend!

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Birthday, friend

“We have something that holds us together
Something that made us both better
Something called being a friend
It makes the fun never end
And it helps me to know that when
I am down and blue
Because you’re my friend
I can count on you
We run through life without a care
Would anyone try to part us?
They wouldn’t dare
And when the time comes for me to go
I really want for you to know
That even though my life has come to an end
I will never stop being your friend”

Trenda N Sparks

Front Door

Walking firm on the grass
Trudging down the valleys;-
Sounds from the ricocheting brass
made it’s way to the lighted alleys.

They never can hear,
They’re coming here super fast;
Peace… it’s one such thing they can’t beat,
See for yourself, through the smoky blast!

The same old road,
The same old tree,
The same old load..
It will never set me free!

Slowly, knocking on my front door,
Now that they have come;-
Please! I can’t take anymore,
I’m alone under this sepulchered dome!

This Is Only A Test

This Is Only A Test.

Halo-cination [04.09.2012]

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adam and eve, leisurely affair

Once, Watson wrote about Sherlock Holmes as: “To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex….” If any friend of mine were to write about me regarding Abha, he/she would have written the same. The past few days of dubious nature has witnessed a name being religiously made the subject of entertainment by my friends who are keen on leaving no stone unturned.
Lately, it has become my leisurely affair to gaze at her eyes through her photographs, soft and plaintive orbs which to someone else’s view would appear distinctively distant and uninviting ,but, I am sure at my heart , when we meet it will have the glow of passionate love. Among many mystic phases of her aspects one particularly conspicuous was the way she named me Smarty pants. Alien warmth fills my heart whenever I see those two words. Many a nights I have been kept awake by thoughts of how it would sound when she would softly whisper into my ears.

“With all, the beautiful things of the earth become more dear as they elude pursuit; but with some natures utter elusion is the one special event which will make a passing love permanent forever.”

We could build bridges taking us to the forbidden tree, eat an apple and make the same mistakes Adam and Eve did and come tumbling down to earth. But atleast we would become eternal in our company. Such is the extent of my belief in what we share. I might be utterly romantic or a blithering delusional idiot. But that is what people do all the time when they feel for someone. Just an enactment of all the native peculiarities of our ancestors over the years who have been fighting for love. We wouldn’t become martyrs. Subsequent to my arrival into her dreamscape I was a cynic. She made me believe. She nurtured me with hope that love existed. I was breathlessly and shamelessly (as she would often mention) engaged into the affair of love.

“Her heart seized her with a wild desire to glide airily in the mazes of an infinite dance…”

That would be her dancing happily in the kitchen while making tea for Mamu. Or maybe she is busy trying to imitate his monkey dance which existed only in the crevices of her thoughts. Yet unseen. Who knows?

The Cloud named ‘You’ and the Grass named ‘Me’-(part-2)

They became friends. ‘You’ and ‘me’. They talked late into the night till morning. ‘You’ complained of feeling sore in the morning. ‘Me’ would sweet talk her into feeling better. ‘Me’ enjoyed her company. It made him feel warm, less vulnerable and complete from the inside. Although, he did not know how she felt, without her ‘Me’ could not think of surviving a day. Was ‘me’ falling for her? If he indeed did, how was he supposed to know if ‘you’ felt the same way for him? He kept on thinking about it for most of the coming days. Then one stormy day, he got his answer, sooner than he expected.

 ‘You’ urgently called ‘Me’. ‘Me’ looked up and smiled. “Hello ‘you’, what is it?” Even though the two friends had been stretched into space by distance, ‘Me’ could easily feel the tremble in her voice. Was it excitement? Fear? ‘Me’ wondered. ‘You’ spoke out jubilantly, “You know, I think today is the best day of my life! “

 “Why?” asked me “It’s so stormy. These wind guys, I don’t know what’s wrong with them. Why are they running around? “

 ‘You’ laughed. “I am in love.”

 Thud thud. ‘Me’ could hear his heartbeats hammering away incessantly inside his chest.

 “With whom?” ‘Me’ asked. Somewhere very deep he thought she must have fallen for him.

 ‘You’ blushed and said “’Bf’. He is in the same zone as I am! I wanted to tell you about him before but you were busy helping your dad. He asked me if I would be his girl. I said yes. I am so happy”

The earth just shook beneath him. He could feel the plates shifting. The ‘Monster of Fire’ from the core of the heart coming up to swallow him. No. It was all in his mind. The architect of destiny had stabbed right through his heart. The heart bleeding, he managed to smile for her happiness. He found a little bit of solace in disguising his true feelings at the moment.

 “Really?” he said “Congratulations! That calls for a celebration!”

 “Yes but I’m going out with him and his friends right now. So, let’s celebrate tomorrow. I have to hurry. See you. Love you”

 ‘You’ went away.

 ‘Me’ kept looking; half wishing her to come back and tell that all of it was a lie. But She did not. Little did ‘You’ realize how passionately ‘Me’ had faller for her. His eyes became blurry with tears. His heart was weary. He sat down, crying to Mother Earth. The mother drew him close to her and stroked the skin of his cheek gently. She sang him a lullaby.

 ‘Me’ slept, away from all the pain of the world.

I am cute and I know it!

Raj Kumar Sardar, The young gun from Bihar is a no-nonsense guy. He loves working late at night and leaving the centrifuge open! As a result get restricted for a week. But his spirits are high! The ladies find him cutest!
He is great with giving advices, if you need them.
P.s- He is always interested in legpulling me! 😀

The vegeterian Zombie and the Lucknow Brat!

When I set out for Gujarat, Ratish said, “Dude, it’s a dry state and you won’t find non-veg food “. I thought, okay no problem, I will eat at some eating joint and not hostel food! After three weeks of life here in Bhavnagar, I feel like announcing myself to be a poor zombie who has to feed on veg diet with utter monotony! End of the world for me, if you ask! I had misinterpreted what he said. No non-veg meant no non veg at all! Even the food joints DO NOT serve non-veg food except one or two good expensive ones far away from where i lived.

For a hardcore non-vegetarian like me spaghttification was the right feeling! I lived in a small world where i took things for granted. Chicken, fish and egg were some of them.

Dear Chicken Tandoori,

I’m so sorry i disrespected you and ate like a gentleman! If you will forgive me, I promise to ravish and eat you like a glutton would, the way you like to be eaten!
*sobs* I so miss you, my love!

From,

Your loving zombie on veg!

She wrote back:

 I am on billionaire playboy’s plate. And he is paying more attention to that woman beside him than me! Come back soon! Miss you more. I wish your lot could ‘win friends with salads’ !

Love,

Chicken Tandoori.

*Billionaire Playboy here is Mr Soumik Sarkar. Currently in Lucknow. Flirting with women and eating chicken everyday**angry on him*

And here! One piece of a chicken would mean trying to grab a piece of my shadow! I don’t want to disguise my envy here but seriously, now I know how lucky I am to be where I am, foodwise!

People here miss out on so many delicacies! I don’t want to name them because everytime I do, I feel my stomach violently reaching out to squeeze my heart!

Okay but then:

“Good drink…good meat…good God, let’s eat! 

The Muscle and the to be muscle.

Jitendra Keshri and Basit Yousuf Dar, Metagenomics researchers at Central Salt and Marine chemicals Research Institute, Bhavnagar, Gujarat.
Basit Sir is a fitness freak and loves sweating it out at the gym after brainstorming over genes all day. Even I accompany him to the gym. He is training me well. He is from Jammu and Kashmir. Its quite evident from his handsome looks! The women here goes gaga over him! But, he has a girlfriend back home. No chance ladies!
Jiten Sir is a real charmer. He comfortably fits into his stout and round figure. A happy-go-lucky chap with a razor sharp sense of humor. In fact, he makes the lab lively with his spicy humor during gloomy lab work. He hails from Bihar.

The Gang!

People at the lab.
Left to right: Sonika Ma’am, Mounika, Bishnupriya,Ashish Dubey Sir, Vivek Sir, Amit Sir, Basit Sir, Manish Sir,Jiten Sir, Dinkar Sir and Payal Ma’am.
Pretty tight group. Working day-in and day-out on bacteria and plant biotechnology!
Wishing you sweet success!