Thursday, December 31, 2009

BREATHTAKING

if there is one place that can inspire instant poetry in me it is rural Bengal. swami vivekananda has mentioned it in his travelogues, Tagore has immortalised theses places through his poems and prose, jibonanondo das has written the graceful and lyrical poem,"oi dhanshiritir tire".... the list is endless. yet, nothing actually compares to the beauty that is inherent in rural areas of Bengal. no disrespect intended to the great writers of Bengal, but no language can produce words lucid enough to capture the glory of nature in its resplendent best. i have always felt that if there is one thing on earth that can make me forget all else and just be at peace with myself, all ambitions, dreams and rat race forgotten, its the calm serenity of narure, its the ennervating fury of raging nature, its the boundless passion and seamless synergy of nature.

this year i had no hopes of getting leave and i was making do with small weekend trips in the sahyadri hills in and around mumbai. they are also one of the most pristine spots in maharashtra. however, i finally managed to pluck up the courage to ask for leave, and voila, i got it! for 10 staight days too. so, i went staright home and then proceeded to laze away to glory for if there is one place where you are king no matter how big and idiot you are, it home. mom kept stuffing me like a pig being fattened for slaughter on christmas day. all my trousers started getting tight after a mere two days. yet, my mom's cheif accusation remained that i do not have sufficient food. let me tell you something about bengali moms. they feel the fatter their kids are the better they look to the rest of the world. the word healthy has a completely different meaning in their vocabulary. when i was in academy and at the prime of my health, i was regulalrly chided by all moms around me to be weak and thin. so, when they give you food you are supposed to finish off the whole plate and ask for another plateful.

even as these shenanigans were on, we decided to go on a trip to shantiniketan, this being the time for poush mela and Tagore's birthday. for all you uninitiated, Rabindranath Tagore happens to be the poetry that runs through the veins of bengalis all over the world, at least till my generation. he built a small village called shantiniketan where he made a model of society should be in his eyes. its was sans all trappings of vulgar wealth, only th beauty of nature and man harmoninsing. he also built an university called vishwabharati, which is still one of bengal's premier institutes. so this time of the year is very special for all bengalis and a huge mela is celebrated in shantiniketan in memory of Tagore. its called the poush mela.

the first installment of my travelogue shall come up in my next blog. before i leave, here is an interesting thought.i mentioned in my previos blog that i will highliht the basic differences among men and women. so, why do men join mathematics for higher studies and women join biology? i know that there are some exceptions, but they just go to prove the rule. any interesting observations?

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

WOEMEN

hi guys, i am aback and this tym i plan to write with vengeance. i have finally found out what should be the best underlying theme for my blog.. i mean that it was rather haphazard over the last few times and if i do plan to write consistently it needs to have an underlying theme. guess what? my underlying theme is going to be women!! now i know that there are just too many blogs around that do the same thing.. write about women. blogs by women about what they want and by men by stating women, sex and the rest. however, i have decided to this with a difference. i plan to write this as an ongoing travelogue of my life and my experiences with women.. i must say that i do not have as much experience in bed as most men do. so that definitely will not be the highlight of my blog, although i will care to mention a few pointers here and there.but the most important thing to remember here is that women are enigmatic creatures to most of us men. we do not understand what they want, and most of the tyms they do not know what they want either. so, the secret is to visualise what they visualise, to think the way that they do and to get into the very minds of women no matter what the situation is. i know that every woman is different and no two women are exactly the same and all that crap. come on! be realistic. do you really believe that? i mean almost all of them go through the same girly magazines and pick up tips from them. so, chances are, that 9 times out of 10 they will behave in the exact same way.

i know that most of us who are in love feel that the one they love can do no wrong. like archana likes to say,"all of us in love either knowingly or unknowingly ignore all that we see as flaws in our lovers." well that might be the case with most of you, and that certainly was the case with me. so, just a word of precaution to all you guys madly smitten by the love bug, BEWARE!!! its not that the women you love are monsters, its just their nature to manipulate you and even the most tomboyish of them are doing it, whether they do it conciously or otherwise. the watchword in this case is CONSTANT VIGILANCE. its what they do and its what you need to do. no matter what you do think and then do. for in everything that you do they shall be searching for certain premeditated qualities, husband-like or boyfriend-like. so even as i write this blog i shall leave behind certain pointers that you may well find useful in the course of your love life. i do not profess to be a love guru, only someone wise to the wiles of woemen. so before you have had your first break-up get up and get wise. ITS HIGH TIME.

before i leave you i would like to leave with this parting shot. why is it in popular culture that so often fun is made out of men's butts yet sexy is what is attributed to women's butts? let me know if there are any plausible answers and i shall see you soon.