Dedicated to dear T

Hello there!!! This post is a very special one... Dedicated to a person I call T .Personally I prefer to call her a whole bunch of unflattering names that would kinda question the circumstances of her birth, her family and her profession... However, since this is a family blog I’ll spare you all that...So why is T special?? Why dedicate an entire post to her??? Well, she along with a couple of other ppl are what I call “Orkut Losers” , an extremely jobless bunch of people who have nothing to do other than trawl through other ppls profiles, their communities and other stuff meant for perusal of ppl from whom one would invite acquaintance from and post comments about it on other communities. Apparently, the “IGNORE” button doesn’t work on them, if they can’t sling mud about you on your own scrapbook they’ll do it on a community and that 2 with help from another OL friend, (Someone’s been listening to the Beatles “I Get by with a Little Help from My Friends” a lot). Moreover, all this cos my best friend went and fell in love with a loser friend of hers and had the good sense to break it off (good for u R... Girl u ROCK!!!) .So while the loser ex has the good sense to stay away his pet bitch doesn’t. All cos we actually told her the unflattering truth about her (Come on girl, we r yr “frnds” and only yr frnds will tell u the truth abt u). I mean how jobless r u girl?? Btw, if u r reading this there is no way u can “Report Abuse” abt this blog, freedom of speech u see… Ha Ha Ha!!! So now what do we talk abt?? Her absolute lack of class? Her utter tackiness?? Alternatively, the utter lack of exposure of life outside the narrow streets of Behala?? I mean seriously I think that she has been born, brought up and god knows what in that flat and will probably spend her entire life there unless some unlucky guy happens to marry her... I would really pity the poor chap... Sometimes I think its just jealousy... Ppl have moved on since high school and even old enemies have become frnds in these 5 years. However, to continue on and on shows a serious lack of maturity.
Now, I’ll come to my revelation, as I wrote the post I realized that these are the signs of an attention seeking personality. So now, I feel nothing but pity for you. Stuck up in that same place for the last 22-23 years of your life… and in that same place, doing some nondescript degree, PG or maybe even some job (though who in their right mind would hire you is a question that baffles me), while the rest of us have something called “A LIFE” in IITs, IIMs, engineering or whatever fun stuff we were up to since we got out of high school. I REALLY REALLY REALLY pity you... So girl, get a life and stop being an OL I’m sure there are better things to do with your time. If you do not, well I can just tell you the track currently playing on my laptop (something I’m sure you are unfamiliar about), “What Goes around Comes Around”. Look it up in your dictionary.

P.S. Level Headed One I ain’t deleting this post... come what may, I’ll just ignore it. I had to get it out of my system... Hope you understand… As our new to-be-pitied-best-friend says :D :D :D :D :D :D

Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head

Long live the rains.. After getting grilled, roasted and boiled in sequence the monsoons have arrived!!! Whether its drizzling, pouring, or just plain raining rain brings out the child in everyone.. Hearing the drops of water drip from the trees with a soft plink ponk sound is so soothing.. Just cuddle up under a comforter and let the rain sing you a lullaby.. Go out!! Get drenched!! Forget your grown up dignity and splash in puddles.. You have nothing to fear but colds.. Aaaaaaaah rains.. Also the time for yummy food!! The glutton in me salivates at the thought of all those finger-licking pakoras, samosas, kachoris, kichuri with begun and ilish maach bhaja. Speaking of ilish as we know the humble hilsa, this is literally the season to gorge on it.. In all forms.. from bhaanpa to bhaja, paturis, or just plain jhol.. This fish will tingle your tastebuds like no other.. All this talk of food is making me hungry!! and nostalgic for my Didur haather ranna ( food cooked by my grandmother). Rains also make my usually lazy self even more lazier!! I really envy all those ppl who are waterlogged.. Just call in sick and snooze away till kingdom come!! And rainy nights!! Do you need anymore excuse to cuddle up and "Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain" ?