আকাশের দিকে তাকাই ..

আমি কি  চাই ... 

আমি  কোথায়  যাই ...

শুদু  ভেবে  ভেবে  ...

আকাশের  দিকে  তাকাই ..

কত  কিছু  যে  জানতাম  না ...

জানলে  কি  কিছু  পাল্টাতে  পারতাম ?..

প্রশ্ন  যে  ইতঃ  করি ...

উত্তরের  কি  সত্তি  অপেক্হা করি ...

একে  দেখি ...তাকে  দেখি ...

মনে  হয় .. সবাই .. সুখী ...

ইশ ... আমারো ঐটা  করা  উচিত  ছিল ...

ওই  বয়েসে ... ওখানে  থাকাতা  ঠিক  ছিল ..

ফিরে  তাকানোর  যে  যুক্তি  নেই ..

কিকরে  মন  কে  বোঝাই ...

আগে  কি  হবে  ভেবে  ভেবে ...

হাসি  হারানোর  যে  যুক্তি  নেই ...

কিকরে  মন  কে  বোঝাই ...

টাকার  দিকে  ছুটতে  চাইনা ...

ভালবাসার  স্বপ্ন  দেখিনা ...

চেষ্টা  করি  হাসতে ..গান...খাবার .. বয়ি  নিয়ে  বাচতে ..

তবুও  তো  লোভের  তেকে  নিজেকে  বাচাতে  পারিনা ..

সবি  চাই ... অথচ  কিচুহী  চাইনা ..

হয়ত  বুঝি  যে  কিছু  হি  পাব  না  ...চে  লাভ  নেই ..

চেষ্টা  করতে  ভয়  তা  কোথায় ... বুঝিয়ে  লাভ  নেই ..

আকাশের  দিকে  তাকায়  

আমি  যা  চাই .... জানি  তো  পাবনা ..

হাসি  ... রোজ  হাসি ..

একটা  মিতথে  স্বপ্ন  নিয়ে  বাঁচি ...

যদি  পে জয়ী ... 

আকাশের  দিকে  তাকাই ..

Murgi Ki Kismat

Panchi kehlati hoon Kyun...?
Ud nahi paati hoon Kyun... ?

Sabke pankh sundar.....
Par mere pankh swadisht kyon....?

Sab dete ande... unke bacche khelte phirte ...
Mere ande tawe me pakte... bhurji paav bikte phirte...

Chicken wings... KFC brings...
McDonald's makes a patty...
India ke tandoori jalwe...
Murgi ko jalaate kyon...?

Arre murgi... ab toh samaj...
Har insaan se behtar teri kismat...
Beshumaar pyaar... popularity ki bauchaar...
Hamesha in demand ... hai tu...Murgi...

Apni nazar se mat dekh .... tujhe rona hi padega phir...
Apne chahne walon se puch.... apni kadar jaanegi phir....

Teri yeh rone ki adaa .... teri fitrat na bane ..
Jo tere saath hota hai...teri kudrat hai wohi.....Murgi...

Apni kismat nahi badal... sirf chill kar Murgi....
Life set hai... bus... thoda believe kar...  pagli....

Wake up and smile.. don't demand a reason....
When people ask you why... tell them ...they are the reason.....

It works all the time... baby.....
All is fine... Murgi...

Deleted Posts ...

I wrote more than a few words...which I hated...so made an attempt to delete these... but as like any mother... i feel the pain of losing a child... my own creation...so instead... i am creating a best of my own.. in my own opinion... and keeping the rest till date... here....

Tried to erase.... but love held me back......


 1) So why "Fragranceexotic"...??

I have been attempting to write for quite some years now.... surprisingly.. today I got asked about my nom de plume ... Surprised because someone actually showed some interest. Feels really good...

I thought of convincing this admirer that Jasmine emanates from my very skin...Alas!! Sincerely lying is a trick I have yet to master.

Truth be told, I am brilliant when it comes to being an Idler. Tom Hodgekinson must offer me permanent designation in his work place. I live his philosophy. So as nature goes, bathing et cetera has seldom been a priority. Deodrants and perfumes seemingly waste of money ergo my body odour was hard to ignore during my late graduating years....  My growing up days went merrily with my friends loving me selflessly and thereby suffering happily... I smell exotic.. usual proclamation ... :-)

Fragrance Exotic... I so named my blog... starting with all that went on after my college years...

There goes... an honest confession...Love is true love only when it is enduringly selfless.


2) About me.. in all honesty..

I am sure I cannot handle this.

I am a messed up person. I live by my mistakes. Never regretted any. School and college were my best days. It taught me to lead and that flavor of leading is ingrained in me. I cannot be a mute follower any more. Corporate life disgusts me. I cannot make a living by lying. Incapable of pleasing people whom I disapprove of. I don't dislike people in general. Friendly to all, friends to very very few people. But, my good opinion, once lost is lost forever.

My work place was for a long time the one sphere where even leading is insufferable. The very environment,  a plague. Never understood the logic of cut throat competition. I never understood financial constrains. Fancy clothing.. jewelery.. gadgets... I find them all mundane.. comfort is my bible word. When i need money I borrow, when I have money I splurge. Irresponsible, yet accountable.

Last few months have been disgusting.. Why am I even telling myself this.. perhaps I shall realize.. perhaps I wont... things seem ok now.. I quit being the boss and now am the low lying rookie..utterly penniless .. a liability.

I loved college... I joined it ... not for career... I cared a damn about being an engineer or an officer... wanted to just chill... but science had to be the choice... Bong ego was at stake. I worship my community and yes I am a racist...

Past 3 years have all been about escaping....escaping work, escaping family, escaping friends and most certainly, escaping love and marriage....

I agree...  I need someone by my side too...but...

It's not the one who is pretty...nor wise one either. Not the one who makes me laugh or takes me places. Definitely not the person who promises my liberty or assures my dreams. Cannot be the one who finds himself an authority to judge me, can't be my boss. Not the one who allows me to be the boss.

Is there a witness, just an observer who knows I can fail even though I try hard not to. Will allow me to cry and not tell me to stop. Won't preach. Won't tell me 'I told you so'.

Is selflessness restricted to bloodline alone? Can caring for the sick really be a matter of choice?
I could have kept quiet... held my emotions... of how love affects me... could have schemed .... tried to play it cool... hoping... devising means to play people.... but... I don't deserve schemes.... it is beneath me to beguile myself....

I am perhaps loved ... surely I hurt people... It is too immense for me to contemplate living with some one for years and really be glad about it. I haven't been able to feel the same for my own people. Some days are great.. some gruesome.... It seems.... this is life... sacrifice and compromise.. and be glad for the days you get to laugh because.. it's a privilege to be happy... not a right....I disagree..

I am happy... shall be happy.. solitude is happy... so is freedom... As for love... the cynic in me says it's some insane idiot's pathetic sense of humor. The truth is... I need to find that observer... to whom I can be honest.. more so than to myself... who can see me ... see through my lies.. my smiles.. allow me to just be the child I so long to be..

I will go back to school soon .. for sure... be an academic... study whatever I want.... Study history, politics, psychology, social studies and even math...why the damn do I hate math..? I won't study to earn ... I don't like earning and yet I need to spend... there again.. a liability...me.

I need to break free ...need to stop pretending... to be all ok...atleast to someone...

Thyself...Myself....Morality

As the world unites... and we all strive to be global citizens...humanity is enduring as one nation..

As an Indian, I am a witness to language being perpetually under severe assault... English fused with Hindi.. Marathi... Gujrati... so on & so forth... all in the name of convenience...

Then again... there is the city of Kolkata.. ..where people pride their puritan speech..

We look down on those who foil the pronunciation... who mingle the dialects.... who fail to quote the laureates....we boast of communism and gloat on intellectualism... we eat & drink & dress to embarrass...

Incapable of being politically correct... speak outrageously direct... we laugh loud... we live on the cloud... we are the Bongs..

This is my space ... my philosophy... my righteous indignation....my sense of melody... my Art of Moral Vacillation...

Aabrittee..... Reciting my mind...