Remorseless

What a salvation? Well, it's the opposite of damnation. I learned that Hell is a real place where you really do go if you’re forgiven when you meet Jesus. Interestingly, he’d forgive you for anything—child labor, loss of innocence, murder, or Internet porn. Unless, I walk to HIM and confess: “I’m GAY”

Why did I wrote this?

For past few months, when I return to my ‘queer’ self after the long hiatus; surprisingly the world seems to have changed a lot. I’m all-welcomed and in-demand. (The shirtless avatar and new hairdo create its wonder—I look queer now.) Happy!

Yea! Seems like someone's been bitten by the puppy love bug. But to be honest, It's time for me to stop hiding all the stupid gunk and step up to be a man, it's time for me to say that every time I close my eyes, all I see is your face and my stupid hair and my stupid chat and my stupid fans…

Feeling like a shadow passing over my soul until I realized ‘I love you’! And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you—truly, sincerely, and with all honesty. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't-I can't look into your eyes without feeling that-that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. (No pun intended)

I know…I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there's a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. And all I ask, please, is that you. You might nudge and say, queer songs in the air… but you know; even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, NOW-FOREVER!

Funny Ad - Or Food for Thought

Yesterday, I was watching this funny advertisement at YouTube (me, definitely a youtubber). The campaign is funny, if not hilarious and truly expressive with almost no dialogues. Creativity is at its best. To brief, those who haven’t noticed the campaign ad, it opens with a text which says bangles, talisman & vermillion mark on forehead are the symbols of a married woman. Husband daily applies a vermillion mark on the wife’s forehead as it is related to his long life and when he dies mourners strip off all these symbols from a married woman who is a widow now.

Shot II: Sandstorms blew that desert clear where a group of Rudali (local mourners) waiting as the husband struggle with last few breath. And, no sooner does the man breathe his last – the screen goes chirpy with the wailing mourners start to strip the woman of all the symbols except the vermillion spot on her forehead. In fact, two ladies tried their best but never succeed. In amidst of this process husband takes a deep breath leaving all bewildered and the woman amused.

Shot III: In the flash back it is shown that the Vermillion mark was inscribed with the permanent marker and the ad ends with the voice over ‘Camlin permanent markers, really permanent.’ With a humorous twisted and pun on the permanence of (at least in the ideal world!) marriage, taken by Camlin, the makers of Permanent markers – it leaves an interesting ‘food for thought’ to me… [Check the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uxq2d8uBIk]

‘Why the courseware designers don’t take a cue from this?’ Ask the marketers and traditional school of learning.

Saradiya Subeccha Roilo...Ami Mayer kache jabo

My heart yearns homeward as festivities start to unwrap. The joyful city or the ‘Meri Delhi’ wake at the soft flow of Autumnal sunshine, days filled with warmth and smile are back. I have definitely lost track of time... and don’t mind being.

Elo khusir sarat.Ektu himmer hawa.Pujor bhore dhaker aawaj. Mayer kachey jawa.Onek khusir onek alo, pujo ebar katuk bhalo. Sarodiar Subhecha roilo. (Bengali phonetics)

Turned to my Grandmother

There used to be a time when I would wake only to the sound of my alarm, take a nice long stretch, and meet up with myself in the bathroom mirror only to discover an incredible case of bed head and some nice pillow case lines imprinted onto the entire length of my face. For five months, I wake up to the sound of alarm bell only to stop the buzzer and recoil under the warm blanket and sleep.

Dissolving the ego appears to be a very daunting task. I am beginning to be more aware of when it arises-which appears to happen all too frequently. One way that I thought of slowly turning the tide was to do an ego releasing deed with every ego promoting thought. That might be one way to keep the ego in check.

So...I realized today that I have finally turning to my grandmother.