An unfinished conversation...

And then she whispered,"there's a blissful indifference you feel while staring at the brightly lit decked up buildings from your pitch black room,a ring of smoke escaping your mouth." "Ah,so you've been smoking",his lips curl up into a sad half-smile. "A lot",she replies. "And I still feel strange. Every night,before going to bed,I shiver. It's not that cold yet and it's scary. And then,I wake up a few hours after midnight-my pussy throbbing and a stranger sleeping next to me. A stranger in his blanket of shame. A stranger I brought home after a few shots. A stranger who couldn't satisfy me. A stranger and his defeated manhood. I miss you. I do. I won't deny that. But I'm thankful to you for giving me my pain back. It's the only thing in this whole world that I can call my own. You were never mine to begin with,why go into that?
                                                           And with the heartbreak, the dreams have come back too. The myriad colours almost blinding me in my sleep. Life seems familiar,all of a sudden."

Maxi dress,cardigan,neckpiece-B.K.Market,gladiators-Metro Plaza,sling-Simpark Mall,earring-Emami,headband-Gariahat

Five days of fun and frolic,otherwise known as Durga Puja

Durga Pujo is THE greatest festival for us Bengalis! During these five days,we go pandal hopping like crazy and eat like we have been starving for months. I,for one,NEVER dress up during pujo since I go pandal hopping and have to walk all day,literally! But,I DO make it a point to wear sari on awshTomi. Earlier,I used to be a big fan of the Georgette, Chiffon and Zari-embroidered saris but now I'm more into saris with a story. The more traditional,the better.

Clutch it once more...

Clutch it once more,
July,my darling,
you make sense.

Take it away,
July,my love,
if it ain't you,
it ain't worth a dime.

July,you like me fast?
July,you like me dumb?
July,you like me numb?

The eagle will keep circling,
the circle will keep getting smaller.
My head will start reeling too,July.
Would you hold me for a second?

We'll put out the last candle too
and make love in the dark.
July,would you whisper my name?

Wedding music is funny,July.
It smells of dream and tastes like heartbreak.
July,my beloved,I too wanted to be a princess.

 In the past few months,I've become one of those persons I had promised myself I'd never resemble. I don't read any more. Almost,that is. There are days when I don't even get to read the newspaper. I start yawning the moment one starts talking about serious literature,politics or philosophy. These are the things I used to love earlier. I hate challenges,I hate conversations more. I wake up at 6 in the morning and spend the entire day in an extremely hot and humid room staring at people I have absolutely nothing in common with. I don't even shop any more. I don't feel like putting any fancy clothes on,let alone accessorizing. That's why I'm still grateful to the old folders for reminding me that I used to scribble a few lines,long back. It's a history now though.

Signature Premier Fashion Week - Kolkata(Day One)

I almost couldn't believe my eyes/ears when I first got a call(and then text(s) and then a mail) from gingerclaps team offering me to cover Kolkata Fashion Week for them! Kolkata Fashion Week,though still in its nascent stage,is already a name to reckon with. Covering a prestigious event like this was nothing short of a dream come true.
                            And then came the D day. I reached the venue a little late,thanks to the famous Kolkata traffic but the excellent management at the Park made sure I got my ID card in no time. I managed to reach just in time to see models walking down the ramp in Lakme Fashion Week regular Paromita Banerjee's designs. The rusty background music and the rich handlooms transported the audience into an entirely different world. Dhakai,Jamdani,Khadi,Tussore,Tangail and Ikat formed the major part of the collection. It was celebrating Indianness on a different level. Watching her collection made me wonder whether the next Sabyasachi has arrived or not. Though the entire collection stayed true to its roots,the feel was very contemporary. Traditional saris gave way to skirts,wraps,tunics,capes and kurtas. Later,in the post-show interview,Paromita herself said that the collection was very all India-centric,with inspirations as varied as 'Kala Bou' helping her come up with this collection. It was aptly named 'Story of Weaves'.


After a short break,it was time for gen next designer Swati Aggarwal to show her bridal collection 'Ruling Goddess'. Though high on bling,she balanced her pieces well with the minimal make up and accessories. The elaborate head gears complemented the clothes well as the colour palette varied from ivory and dreamy pink to bolder colours like magenta. The tied up hair made the whole look non-cluttered.

                                                                                                              Coming up back to back was another young designer Neyhha Banka with her fun and vibrant collection 'Tick tack toe'. Starting out with fun prints,as the show progressed,she moved on to solid coloured maxis and saris with clever use of ombre,peplum and layering. A lot of pants were seen,varying from printed pants to solid charcoal grey ones. Things got bolder once the super short shorts and dresses started to make an appearance. As they say,only the bold stand out when it comes to fashion. The quirky headbands with tick tack toe patterns easily caught attention.

The best was finally saved for the last. Abhishek Dutta had taken the expectations a few notches higher with his decision to host his show in the almost vintage ambiance of Priya Cinema Hall in the southern part of the city. Though the show started more than an hour late,it was definitely worth the wait. He struck a fine balance between his western line and fusion range with ample use of colours like blue,purple and black. The Bold and the Beautiful truly came together to make the show a treat to the senses. The somewhat unusual idea of making the models walk down the aisles made the whole experience all the more real.

Photo credits: Debanjan Ghosh

                                                                  Though I had had a pretty hectic day,I think this was an experience I'd cherish forever. Thank you Signature,spiritzandmore and most importantly,team gingerclaps for giving me such a great opportunity!

O sweet melancholy

O sweet melancholy,you make things feel right.
I don't quite know you yet but I have a feeling I will.
The hours of shame will make way for glory,Delgadina,
the hours of shame will make way for glory.

Cry,cry,cry.
Let's make it up to the sky.
Cry for the senile owls,
cry for the vile fishes,
cry for the insane trees.
Cry,cry,cry.

Meeting  Reema of The Dark Angel fame(I tried but couldn't find the link,must be something wrong with her blog) was like meeting my soul sister with short hair! We get along THAT well! And she got me chocolates and nail paints! *Throws kisses around*
And I wore the same outfit to a movie date with boyfriend but never really managed to take pictures. So,had to repeat it once again since I was hell bent on showing the world my girlie side(with all the pink).
 

Of boredom and other things

This is how falling asleep must feel like-peaceful,dizzy,effortless and numb. I'm getting older too. All of twenty two and already over life. "Have you always been a loner? Does it still feel lonely at times?",he asks,sitting right opposite me. I'm not sure whether I heard the question right or not. I've been floating all around these days. I feel light and heavy at the same time. It hasn't rained much this year. The overcast sky looked beautiful from the Shobhabazaar ghaat last night. I remembered a face I used to make when I was five. This new flat is spacious,basic and characterless. It gives me a proper canvas to throw my colours at but I still can't write. Nor can I make love. Everything seems to be such an effort! Just not worth it. Staring at the ceiling is WAY better. It makes me feel alive,in the oddest way. I'm just so tired! O I'm just so tired!

"Child,look at me."

"Child,look at me",
turn back.
The night is scary.
Scarier than fairytale movies.
Because it won't warn you before the fangs go deep down.
They aren't spiders.
And my English isn't pretty.

I'm drunk,child,
are you?
You drank milk,huh?
Smell me,
touch me,
I'm available.
I'm the liveliest showpiece ever.
I'll die when you want me to.
I'm alive though.
And I come for free.

Alcohol isn't entirely a bad thing
though your parents might tell you otherwise.
I never saw them,
I never will.
Because they live inside the woods
and go for morning walks in their trench coats
when I'm busy fighting my hangovers.

Child,I'm a likeable person,
I really am.
I'll pour you milk and pat your back.
I think you'd like me.

It's the night that makes me violent,child.
Do you understand?
Would you?
The magic of night?
The pleasure of loneliness?

Don't be scared if I puke.
I like tracing them around my loo,
they're fascinating.
And scary.

But I'll save you.
From all the evil forces.
Because I'm one of them only.

But I'll kill you too.
Because innocence never gave the world anything
apart from the momentary hallucination.
And I'm here to save the world,believe it or not.
In my pink lingerie and electric blue flip flops.

In case you're wondering,yes,that was indeed written while I was dead drunk. Thank you for asking. And now,the pictures from a friend's b'day. We went to China Town(again) for lunch and then to Mocha for hookah. It was fun finishing a hookah all by myself,for the first time ever! Never mind the drowsiness though.:P

Palazzo pant-B.K.Market,yellow shrug and pink pumps-Shreeram Arcade,Leather band-Sudder Street,blue blouse,clutch,owl pendant,charm and earrings-gifted