Nonsense Thinking

The rain was pouring yellow. Standing in the middle of the field the little boy was watching the fast movement of the clouds..fast..fast..fast..they moved..constantly changing the tattoos on the skin of the sky... There was a hut on the hills , around which the rocks were yellow..yellow were the trees..the river where the sun went to sleep. Yellow was his bicycle , his football , the road on which he ran , the faces of the people he passed by... Time changes season, time changes colour ! Suddenly the yellows decided to go on a vacation in a winter. Time decided to appoint a new painter who painted only blue...light blue , dark blue , navy blue... He slept in the blues of the brush of the painter. When he woke up , it was blue all around…the walls were blue , the air was blue , the cigarettes smoked blue , the radio sang blue, the pine trees turned blue... Two years passed by... One day... A car suddenly stopped by him. Opening the door came out the beautiful daughter of a nobleman..her...

I got some fifteen sms and calls yesterday. Another fifteen does not believe in friendship day...but they are still around. I lost fifteen other, may be because I could not maintain the friendship...could not do justice... But to those sweethearts...You will be always there in my heart...for you had made my yesterday beautiful....and made me what I am today.... Love you!

She was calling on his mobile , "I am Preeti Kaur from ICIC bank. Sir, do u have a problem accessing the account?" Bholu Subramanian was stoned by the voice , sweeter than the rasgullas that Subu Chatterjee had brought from Kolkata ... Bholu forgot all laguages...hypnotised!!! Replied in Tamil... "may be no" Kaur madam understood...Dil ki bhasha,dil se samjhee jaatee hain.

Bristi...a dream in a name...Don’t remember where did I first meet her...may be outside the window in the very early ages of childhood...may be in a radio program I have long forgotten. "Bristi" means rain in Bengoli and Assamese.Don’t know how many lengths of song I spent searching the cause behind the irregistible pull towards her...how many lengths of cigarettes stretching the hands through narrow grills of the window… feeling the touch of the wintry little drops of rain tutoring my sensation..... I could never resist her invariant calm approach . I could visualize her invading me from very far, sometimes while coming back from school , sometimes while playing football and sometimes when I stood by river side. Might be desire of getting mild gentle touch prevented me from searching a safe place to hide...A drenched smile always used to pass through the core everytime she painted her color on me...... I expected Brishti on that day. I was leaving home to join the college fa...

He told , I was lost and found in a pub. Someone in the pub said, ‘Here he is lost and found in a city of bricks and wheels’. Mom believes, I was lost and found in the temple. I claim, I was lost In the tinted glass of the closed window. Nobody believes me. Just now I got the news I am lost to be found again.

Look at this photograph.Can u see something in the upper left corner of the picture??? It was the diwali night and trust me, no one was there.It was a camera testing.Discovered the abnormal thing much later. The distance to the wall was not more than 10 meters,anything present there could have been seen . No clue found later on.

Two guys , around 26 , drunk but smiling and jumping came out of the pub shouting ( not singing ) the Puddle Of Mudd number at 11 yesterday night. " I tried too hard And she tore my feelings like I had none La la la la She fuckin' hates me " It took me no time to realize that the guys have a lady boss :)