Ekta Lazy Bikele-r Melancholy-r Khosra

Sunday Bikel
Godot sits alone in his room
Chul pore jacche chul
Godot thinks of vladimir and estragon
Lal panio kheye aaj ami pagol
were they really waiting for him
Ami ekhon dekhbo bunu-dar un chien andalou
Maybe they were really waiting for him
Ami aaj janlam ami anal retentive
Freud-er sathe jung-er bapok marpit
Godot is lost in a whirlpool
Ei kom kore mar gul
were they playing mindgames
Sworgo theke eseche dui bahadur
Mukhe kali
Bole naki tara jomdut
Kamasutra-r sutra bhul
Aaj amader bharat mahaan
I have some new plan, janemaan
Saadat hasan manto-keh abar anbo phiriye
Sir ekbar dekhun, bhalo kore dekhun
thanda gosht hoye geche amader moto manush
Swine flu is finally declared epidemic
Mukhe sobai poreche mask
From morning till dusk
In such a pitying glory I bask
A glory which is not mine
Ei chele, kandchis ken
Kiser dukko tor
Eka toh achis bhalo
Ei sala banchod songsar
Nongrami-r akhra
Tujko banayega sirf bakra
Lutega tera sharam
If you don't do drugs, if you don't smoke cannabis and weed
Tui bhai bhodro choda beduin
Ghure berabi
Drinking camel milk
Kothai gelo lucky nam-er bandor
Today I have realized what is love
Keno bhai prem abar ki
Cinema hall-e ondhokar-er
Buk-er size mepe tepa
Prem korechilo kichu sarat-er devdas khepa
But what's wrong in love
We all do it
Read dostoevsky's white nights
Ek pint mere chup chap thak sala
Gyan dish nah
Bhalo lagenah
Ah, the rainbow
The wonderful rainbow up in the sky
Its a irrelevant thing
Loneliness, sadness, crying and smiling
Sob somoi moja
12tah rat
Tao jutlona bhat
Ah, let me end it all here,
Take a bow
Its love death and a bit of eccentric
Offbeat systematic melancholy
Bujhli pagla
Sob somoi
Bal chiri ami ei mall culture-er
Its better to scavenge the meat of the vulture
Omnivorous, yes I am omnivorous
Obinossor 5th dimension theke asa
Glare pora tutankhame-ner bhoot sala

Ekla Kacha or The Loneliness in the CagE

This song Ekla Ghar by Fossils had numbed me a long time back and then due to certain supersonic hyperdrive it dumbed me. So my first Parody for the month. I present Ekla Kacha- Ekta Bagher Frastu-r Testu.. err Testi

ps: This is going to be a Fossils Circus.. Fossils fans I am sorry.. though I don't mean it...Also this song is included in thealbum by the Phamous band Pompom's Jubilee Circus Band

ei ekla khacha amar desh
amar thakteh bhalo lage besh
bhabhi kichutei jabona tomar khachar kahce
tobe amar ekdum baje obbhesh
seyi jai chole
hete hete matha dolate dolate

tobu gobhir rate
ei ekla khacha theke ami chai berote
parinah parinah
kichuteh parina
karon banowarilal thake-e gate-e dariye
hathe yeah boro bonduk
besi tafo korlei
kore debe shoot

tomar khachar telephone tumi aaj tolona
bhalo lagena sotti bolchi
tomake last kobe dekechi
ki jani
amar mobile-e aaj balance-o sesh
ei biddesh, ki nistur manush gulo
amader prem tah keh koro dilo sesh

baki bagh gulo-r sathe jokhon chore beratam ami bone badare
amazon jongole-er amazon nodite
tomai dekhi chollang lagate
prothom nojorer prothom prem
tarpor oi hotochara shikari gulo tule niye gelo amader dujonkei
ekhon pompom-er circus-er special star ami
gan gai dance kori
tobu tumi.. tumi kemon jeno odhora aaj

mone ki pore tomar tomake jokhon black-e ticket kete
baki bagh gulor choke dhulo diye niye gechillam
black dekhateh
mone ki pore tomar
tomake kotobar chumbon korechillam
amazon-er tara khochito rate

bristi porche tapur tupur
bose achi khachar bhetore ekhon
bhabchi bhabbona tomar kotha
jean paul satre's epistemic loneliness theory barbar mone asuk
banowari lal ache baire-i dariye
jeteo parchina tomar khachar kache
aaj abar sunday ache 6tah show

tobe,
ei ekla kahcha amar desh
amar ekla thakteh lage besh
karon tumi toh amar khachar pasei
dekhteh pai.. abar konodino dekhteo paina
sona, please phone tah tulo
r rag noi.. okay...
iti tomar adorer bhulo..

This Month I Shall Rock and Roll

Enough of philosophical shits. This month is going to be the month of Parody. Now take that sucker. Take it hard and good. Hell YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Untitled

Ah let me contemplate, what have we found

But did we ever search

We sat by the birch

As the snow fell

And we knocked on the glass wall

So that it would fall

But it never did

Ah, I don't remember if we ever searched

If we ever looked for what we were looking for

Only we looked for drastic pleasures

Coiled with the treasures of our childhood

And we shall always swim in this fish bowl

Trapped in sanguine murmur of our desire

It was travelling to the wonderland

A place we always dreamed of

It was like dancing to the tune of the pied piper of hamlin
Its such a soliloquy

Such a trollop day as the night whispers in my ear

Don’t you want to return

I sleep with the head full of eccentricities

The dancing dreams waltz with me in the dreary channel

As the river flows by

By the whistling weeds

The salutory air, the clinging pleasures

Hanging low and brooding

And then I realize

I always wanted to be here

Among such purple hemisphere

This where I always was

This is where I always will be

So that I can see you and you can see me

Phony City Life-2

So this would be another post on the phony city life. Yeah, phony love. That's it slimeball. Another phony-ical blasting scourge whipping on thy bareback, the lamedick branded phony love life, the sissipated romeo and the pussy peddling juliet, yes that's all you could get in the phony city. Nothing else, nothing you could ever see in phony city.
Go out in phony city, go to any hi-fi sophisticated[my intellectual ass] place like ccd, barista or any other phony place you could see lovebirds, dropping their love shits and coodling and cuddling in a corner, such a phony sight.
Such stupid lifestyle. I FUCKING DESPISE THIS ALL. MY FUCKING HORMONES GO FOR A TOSS. HELL YEAH. This is strangely the condition of the Indian Population, the Indian diaspora. All love, all heartbreak, then you hit the bottle, take drugs and well, the journey just begins.
Yes, I have failed in love. I have failed in love countless times, I have screwed it up. I AM FUCKING PROUD OF IT. YES I AM. But I am raving and ranting over the thing, you might thing, grapes are sour for me. Fuck the grapes. I can get any stupid grapes in the market.
Wherever I go, whereever I sit, I can only see phony love and nothing else. Its all coated with sex. Nothing but sex, get the lauda lasooned and the chut polished. Heck, this is bliddy love and this is love all about. This is love all around me. FUCK TRUE LOVE. FUCK UNREQUITED LOVE. Urgh, I hate it so much. Why god? What's the whole melodrama all about. So much brouhaha for love when most of the shmucks don't even know.
This is love. This is fucking love. This is crap love. This is suck my balls love.
And I am a lonely asshole waiting for a girl to love me, hoping that it won't be a phony love. But I know I will never get it. Its all but a stupid sick joke, a non-salabrious piece of pathertic satire.

So love, yes love, off course love. I wonder why I have failed in love. What criterias remain unfulfilled in love by me. There must be something and why do girls can't stop being phony. Some answers are "I am not the right one for me" which can be deciphered as "You are not the right one for me you jerk". "You have to wait and concentrate on your career" which can be deciphered as "You are not the one for me, you are worthless, your a shit, you are a gobshite. Even if you will wait for me, you will never get me." Phony answers, phony stupid answers.

My blood boils, but whats the use. No use at all. This is phony city love. This is the so called phony city love. I got tangled up in blue, I got tangled up bad, no need to be sad, its all a fad, stupid phony city fad.

Phony City Life-1

Wherever I go I am bugged by bunch of phonies,pseudos, bastards, illiterate slimeballs. I hate it. But the fact is apparent that I cannot ignore them since they form a large chunk of this screwed up existence of mine. Its totally pathetic when you see people around you just pretending, just acting so gloriously stupid. Yeah, stupid. Big bad wannabe stupids. And you have to be quiet and see their crazy antiques. I just hate this thing. I just hate people who think its cool. Fuck you pseudo cools. Just fuck you.

This city has been a revelation for me. I am from a small town. Now small means small. And whoever said that you shouldn't be distinguishing between the place where you come from to a big city can well suck his own balls dry. There will always be a prejudice. When they come to know you are from some small city, the discrimination begins. And this is India. It happens here by the lot, by the dimes, by the cents and by the people.

I am kinda tired by this persecution. Yes, it is. You should look the phony girls wearing some high-funda dress asking you that same stupid question. and they act as it they are formed from nietzsche's sperm. The boys are just the same. Satre's offspring. Damn stupid. Yes, people around me are stupid. And I am biggest of them all because I stay with them looking at their monkey dance without protesting, looking at them wasting their life, wasting my life with them, cause am a damn coward to fight back because they would overwhelm me. I have already lost even before I started out.

Welcome to Phony City.

Remembrance of all the things that passed

RANDOM STUFFS

I was in class 3 when I for the first time saw a kung fu serial... BLOOD STAINED INTRIGUE

I wanted to be Bak Jin Mo..the protagonist.. I wanted to kick ass. I wanted to have a magical sword..his enemies were mine as well...

I remember practising shadow kicks.. I wanted to be a kung fu star

Was big fan of space adventures.. use to see star trek without understanding anything. was in class four that time... I miss that star world.. I really miss it

Talespin..Ducktales..Gummi Bears..Mowgli...I grew up with them

Was in class three when I saw a Steven Seagal movie

Was in class five when I heard my first complete english music album

I idolized Captain Vyom

Had the whole collection of Shaktiman comics

Class 5 again, I got my first Superman comics

Batman comics was much later

Batman is someone whom I still revere

Sad at his apparent death

Marilyn Monroe was my biggest crush from class 3 to 6

How I use to dream about her...

Princess Diana's death shattered me.. again in class 3

I have never been kissed by any girl till now.. neither have I kissed anyone..

I remember I wanted to be jack of titanic with a mix of jatputra sunny deol.. I wanted to smash that iceberg and take away rose to our castle

I saw rambo in class 4 or 5.. Stallone became my icon.. I still remember how excited I was.. I still love the Rambo series...

I think I shall continue more about this.. soon I will be 21.. and then I may forget... But I won't allow myself to forget...

I SAW IT ALL IN ONE DAY

Bombs exploded over my already dead body
I saw it all in one day
Burning books, charred pages of unwritten memory
All gone in one moment
You scream my dear
But who would hear it
You cry my dear
Now fuck off
We all have gone deaf
I saw it all in one day
One day, twenty four hours
It all passed very soon my friend
Suffocated you and maybe someone else
Trying to decipher the hidden meaning of all these things
Heck man, you are trying too hard
and that too in one day

Met you, St.parry’s cafe
Remember, yesterday
You say, you wanna go away
But where
I wish I can go too
Impossible, it sounds so
The coffee goes cold
The siren hounds you
The tears go unnoticed
I saw it all in one day

May be lord, you have shown me enough
My soul is now a collage of them as well
I guess I should now come
Where I belong
Its turning dark, its really turning very dark

Searching for Bangaliana in Pune

Burp. Yeah. Two years in Pune completed. Two years. Learned many a things. Understood many a things. Maybe the time is coming that I have to move on. Go on to the next stop. Because the time is coming again.



So, today my friend and I went to a small bengali restaurant in Pune. Deep. A restaurant frequented mostly by the office going staff. The place has a charm of its own. Its clean. The food is good and tasty. We went there because it has been a long time since we had something authentic bengali.



The musur dal,the crispy alu bhaja and the alu posto. the spirit of bangaliana. Accompaniments were fried fish and also pomfret kalia with ample amount of rice. Ah it was magical, it was heavenly. By the time I finished I was licking my fingers. The search for bangaliana ended maybe. Back on track. Back to our small room, back to the small ghupchi ghor. My bed in a mess, my roommates bed clean, the empty thums up bottle, the mess that was our room, that was me. A mess.

Sometimes I feel I have lost my identity. I am no more me. I try to find out exactly who I am. Who? I have found that I am both brave and coward, charming as well rud and arrogant. I have become a concoction of someone desperate. I am always an escapist. I know that. But this new me troubles me.

And Bangaliana? I don't know. All I find is snobbery around me.

The search I guess would go on.The eternal spirit of the chainless mind. My mind is never bounded. It treads different grounds, different territories of perpetual learning. Learn as you go. I hope my new identity will teach me something. Something at least.

Oye Toba Tek Singh

Toba Tek Singh. A place or a person, or rather both. One of the most enduring and harsh short story ever written by Saadat Hasan Manto.
I wish I could write such a thing. Alas I am not well equipped. The thing in his short stories are his immediate poignancy or rather its simmering reality. You can't deny it.

Oye Toba Tek Singh
You don't know who you are
You don't know where you belong
Is this land yours
Is this soil yours
Don't you know
You are an Indian or are you a Pakistani
You don't know
They threw you here
They threw you there
You ran naked
asking
'where is my country, you bastards.'
They catch you
and send you where you don't belong
You ask
you never get the answers
Oye Toba Tek Singh
what's the use
Stop asking
They themselves don't know
Where is India Where is Pakistan
All blurred by few seconds of madness
All gone
The fire of partition
Its all gone
Oye Toba Tek Singh
You go away too
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Toba Tek Singh

Nilanjana Tumi Ajj............

Nilanjana Tumi Ajj ......

Janina, ami sotti janina

Tomar Ki du second time hobe??

Kichu Proshno Korar chilo amar

Nilanjana Tumi ki ghor jawar jonno 209 NO bus tah nao???

Nilanjana Tomar Kacche ki Sadashib Sir-er notes gulo acche???

Nilanjana Tumi ki support koro left keh???

Nilanajana jabe amar sathe Almodovar-er notun cinema tah dekhteh??

Nilanjana Jabe Amar sathe victoria??

Nilanjana khabe amar sathe phucka??

Nilanjana Tumi Ajj...

Nah thak er besi kichu bolbonah

Kintu Nilanjana tomar mone aaj Dukko keno??/

Tomar choke jol-i bah keno???

Nah ei proshno gulo ami oke korini

err uttor pawa jeh boroi muskil

amar hridoye-er morubhumir morichika chilo seh

tar naam rekechillam tai Nilanjana

Nilanjana tumi aaj.................

PS: I rediscovered Jibanananda Das's poetry last night. The inspiration to write this goes to him and my Nilanjana. She is lost. She will never be found. Never

TEMPUS FUGIT-Vengeance Against Time

The word means time flees. It offcourse does. You sure about it. I am. Sometimes I am always sure about things. Like how time flees, like how people cry, like how people smile etc and yes offcourse etc.
I came across this word in wikipedia.
The expression was first recorded in the verse Georgics written by Roman poet Virgil: Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus, which means, "But it flees in the meantime: irretrievable time flees".

Now, what importance does it have for me. I am not aware. For me time is a hypothesis. Yes, its there, but not for me. I am above time. I wanna beat time in its own fucking game.
Time is a sadist. A typical guy wielding the whip lashing out those who don't conform his idea of punctual obsession. Great eh.

Time time you can fuck away
I shall show you the middle finger
When I think its time to make hay
You say anything I shall say screw you
Obscenity is disaster I agree
But you shall take the blemish
Won't you?

Time time you can shag away
Yes, you can
A drop here and a drop there
What difference would it make anyway
Even if it makes
It won't stand a chance..............

Time time just fuck away

POST EXAM POSTMORTEM

So exams are over...net back on track..music back on track...movies back on track..loneliness back on track..

No nothing else...

Its tiresome

Waiting for Godot

Yes..I am loving Cynic...awesome group...

I am in love again...with my new rooster burning adapter spasmodical sequencer

No I myself don't know what that means

Reading Heinlein....wonderful..Dick's next....

Want to gorge on Bangali khana...wanna die eating it...

No not missing home..I am a tranquilized cybernetic materialist guy

Tempus Fuckit...oh yeah...grab grub slug..its Tempus Fugit actually....

She Calls Me Maddi

People at different point of time have called me something or the other...sayantan...mondal....nante....hyps....stupid..idiot...gamcha.....but she calls me maddi. I like it. I really like it when her little sinewy fingers type that five letters and send it to me...I really enjoy it...she calls me maddi....

I call her...just that...

Maybe...there is something missing out..there is something difficult to understand..but I like what she calls me...MADDI...a colorful name given to me...reflects myself...madness...

I like it a lot...MADDI...

I really like it....

This Is Damn Funny

I had to post this. This is hilarious.

“I thank God I was born Catholic so sex will always be dirty.” --John Waters

"My girlfriend said to me in bed last night' 'you're a pervert' I said, 'that's a big word for a girl of nine'." --Emo Phillips

"It's so long since I've had sex, I've forgotten who ties up whom." --Joan Rivers

"A nymphomaniac is a women as obsessed with sex as the average man." --Mignon McLaughlin

"If there is reincarnation, I'd like to come back as Warren Beatty's fingertips." --Woody Allen

"What's the three words you never want to hear while making love? Honey, I'm home." --Ken Hammond

"Don't have sex man. It leads to kissing and pretty soon you have to start talking to them." --Steve Martin

“Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night.” --Rodney Dangerfield

“There’s very little advice in men’s magazines, because men think, I know what I’m doing. Just show me somebody naked.” --Jerry Seinfeld

“Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man’s genitals through his wallet.” --Robin Williams

First Love Prognosis

So it was going to happen. Hmm. I don't think there was anything odd about this realization. I have not forgotten her. My first love. My first moment of eternal happiness. Yeah. I thought I never gave a fuck about her after the way things turned out to be. But somewhere in the most lonely place of my heart, her memories still remain.It is difficult to forget. Yes,it is. I am not going anywhere, I don't love her. I am sure of that. But still today I feel like I am hollow. My first love. I had seen her. That day. I regret it today. Why? I was overwhelmed by my love for her. I had surrendered myself to something which I never got. Vague aspirations, insipid inspiration and other such lameless activities only brought me down. I am not going anywhere. It is better I forget her. What is the use? I forget you. Go away. Just fucking go away from that place. I have to destroy it. I am happy now. What do you want now? You have tormented me enough. Now please leave me. Please. Just fucking leave me.


I remember you sometimes
Not always
Somewhere in my stupid heart
you stay
You make me cry
you are a fucking sadist
I can't throw you out
I can't keep you in
Its such a fucking pain.

So after some time, you will go away. I will stay where I was. I would not move. Your fucking ghost would never let me leave in peace.

I too

Hmm. I am twenty and I don't have a girlfriend. I too want to have a girlfriend. I too want to love somebody and get back some love in return. But well it seems nothing is going to happen. I am surrounded by some fossilized species of girls who would never understand me.
So. So what? So nothing. Let me just relax and enjoy my days of being single

As Tennyson said it

"ITS BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST
THAN NEVER TO HAVE LOVED AT ALL"

The saddest part is
I loved..but never got the love back...

A BIG PHUCK AS IF I BLOODY CARE ABOUT THIS

Maybe this is another titleless blog post from my side. Three days. I have seen enough. What the world is all about. Though I think, though I believe it has not affected me in anyway, it has. But I have not learned my lesson. I guess I will never learn it until this things happen to me. I shiver when I think about it. But I know it will happen. No one can stop it. But I wish that I am strong the way I am right now.
Exams are near. I am aimless. I am fucked up. Poetry, novel, phonetics and other shits. I really don't know where to start and end. 15 days more and well, the battle begins.
I also realized that my general knowledge has dwindled to sub zero conditions. I am spending more time doing irrelevant things. I have to concentrate more on the things which will help me. But I have no concentration at all. From May, serious studies. I promise. Let this crap of an exam finish.
Really enjoying European Industrial Metal. L'ame Immortelle and Oomph.
Submitted a story, a flash fiction if you say in a magazine. I know its crap. But still took a chance.
Now I have some plans to study. I know it would not happen. But still I would try. Have a throbbing headache as well.

Let her soul rest in peace. God, give strength to her family. I have nothing to say. I am lost. Guide me out. Please God.

tHE bLOODY bITCHES & tHE fUCKING pIMPS & tHE wORLD aROUND mE

I think I have seen it all. But I know there are some more things left to be seen. I have seen bloody bitches, I have seen fucked up fake titted whores with their tiny cunny hanging out like a piece of trampled flesh, I have seen fucking pimps whose tongue are always on the loose to get some button to press on. I have managed to keep myself away from all those stuff.But I don't know when I shall become one of those pimps myself. I know, the time would come when I would fuck and make a girl cry or I would fuck and the girl would made me cry. One of those bloody bitch type.
So there are many type of girls in these world. some are good. the rest all bad. and there are many types of boys in this world. all know one thing. they would need a pussy at the end of the day. love. I would say fuck love. fuck it like as if the pussy is on fire. showing some external displays of emotion won't take you anywhere. because at the end of the day, all you will want is pussy and pussy is what you will get. and yeah maybe a bit of boobs
All those people who are in love and going through that transient effect or the heavenly wonderment they feel they are in right now, I warn them. Heartache and heartbreak is a constant companion in this journey, so be bit careful. So if you get dumped, don't take up drugs, or try and screw your soul out of your life.
Also again there are people who really love. Soul love. You can call this. But in 2009, there are people who hardly do this kind of thing. Its all about pussy. Its all about the piece of meat. suck. get sucked. Brag among friends about your nocturnal nourishment. Sperm or pussy juice. Which one you got. Or did you failed to perform. We might all be wary how much sensitive this topic is but then I know how much senseless you guys are actually. There is nothing left. the social stigmas attached to it have long gone due to your BAAP bucks or to present it in a more honorific way, your father's wealth. You have wealth, you can do whatever you want. Man is a sucker for pussy, but he is even a bigger sucker for money. Wish both were the same thing.
Why does a boy love a girl...Why does a girl love a boy...
The answer would baffle the best of the lot. I am not sure. There are so many factors. It might be lust only. And it has to be lust. You can't love anyone if you don't have feeling of lust about him or her. Or maybe its total lust.
I have fallen in love.Many a times.I thought they were true love for my burning soul. It would be cooled down by the sudden unexpected rain. But I was wrong. It was a cyclone. and it was all lust.Full of lust. I was ashamed when I realized that. But I did got an erection
So, why I write this. I don't know. I see the fucking decadence around me. I see it all. I can't help it. But it goes on. I am the victim. I am the perpetrator as well. I am the one who sees it all and enjoy like a sadist hidden in the dark corner and grin and wonder when I would download that new porn movie and watch it after one in the morning when most of the world is either sleeping or having sex.

Garden Of Prometheus

The flying lark laughs at my misery
I move around in forest of hopelessness
I see a cleft, I walk through it
I see Prometheus, his pain and agony
chained to a rock,while the gods above
rejoice at his suffering
He looks at me, and gives a smile
A vile sorrow pecks my heart
I can't feel sorry for him
Its God's order, It shall be a crime
'Tell me your problem oh stranger.'
'in this garden I am the gardener'
I devoid of my thoughts
tell him about my lover's need
soul or heart, which is more important
life or death or love or hate
'ah stranger, you think a lot'
He smiles and tell me a tale
'Will you live if she is not there?
or will you perish if she is there
Its difficult my friend, to think of love and hate
at the same time when your heart is burdened
Your soul or heart, it doesn't matter a lot
give her both and she shall give you in return
her soul and heart...
Mark my words oh stranger from a strange land
I am cursed till eternity
but it was good to speak to you
now just rush back'
I rushed back
thinking she would wait for me at that moon lit cafe
I was late
she had left with someone else
I tried in vain to look for her
I wanted to go back to the garden of Prometheus
'she was here.' he tells me
I curse my fate
'with whom?' I hear my voice
'with someone I myself don't know.'
I walk around the garden
he gives me the permission
its full of blood red carnivorous plants
'you are not edible, you mortal.'
they mock me
I walk around
surprised with each step I take
I see the fates
spinning measuring and cutting
I sit beside them
I ask nothing
they look at me and smile
'you mortal, we are still measuring
you can come some day later.'
I walk on
the garden of Prometheus is so big
And the I see her
I wish I was blind
she was with Thanatos
she looked at me smiled
'I had to come.'
I rush back to Prometheus
'your question is now answered mortal.'
he said
waiting as the sun turns black
the horizon is a signal of blur
I sit down there
there are many more tales
I have to listen
before I leave the garden of Prometheus

Tomar Jonno and other poisons-pART 1

Song:Tomar Jonno, Seh Jeh Bose Ache Eka Eka
Artist: Arnob

Song: Black, Jeremy
Artist:Pearl Jam

Song:Saiyyan
Artist:Kailash Kher

Song:Let her cry
Artist:Hootie and the Blowfish

Song:Rape Me
Artist: kurt cobain

Song:The Golden Floor, Run, Set Down Your Glass
Artist: Snow Patrol

Song:Crying,Hole In a Sole
Artist:Aerosmith

Song: Alone Again
Artist:Dokken

Song:Jet City Woman, Another Rainy Night, Silent Lucidity
Artist:Queensryche

Song:Sparks,Clocks,Fix you
Artist:Coldplay

Song: Falling Slowly
Artist:The Frames

The first in the series..more will follow..these songs are my poison..if I wanna die..I would like to drink this and die...maybe listen and die...yes..I want to die...just die..fall down slowly..listen and then die..listen again and die again..and die and die and die...die a thousand times...

First post

So I have started blogging again. Let me see what I do this time. I have many things to write. Let me see..just let me see...let me see again..one minute more..let me just see...If I can really write what the fuck I want to write...