Inspiration - Muse-ment...

Oh, happiness is not what I seek.
Give me the saddening Summer creak.
And the Autumn sand.
Also, the contraband
of wars going on inside
where despite my best efforts
the devil wins bona fide.

When I pass by
your place while
being on the sly;
for me, shed a tear
or two as I welcome
like a tired child, my fear
and look it in its eye,
resigned yet calm,
kissing our dreams goodbye.


After almost a year long phase of being able to imagine only in Bengali, inspiration happened quite by chance. Dreaming, imagining and writing only in Bengali was extremely satisfying but among other things, Bengalis are also famous for being "truly bilingual". As one of my favourite authors Kunal Basu puts it, "...Because we, the Bengali intelligentsia...are this rare species on earth that is truly bilingual...Bilingualism doesn't mean being able to read street signs or being able to read newspapers in two languages. It means having two streams flow inside our consciousness. And being able to dip into one stream without abandoning the other. The educated Bengali actually had their toes dipped in both these streams. They read Samar Sen with a passion which was no less than the passion with which they read Sylvia Plath." So, being the true Bengali that I'm, not being able to pen down my thoughts in a few coherent English lines was painful and I was elated when inspiration came in the most unusual form - a few lines scribbled by fellow blogger Kshipra! And there it goes! My creative block(in English)coming to a pleasant end. And in order to celebrate it, I took the new cape out for a spin. Mixing prints is an absolute personal favourite while monochrome and stripes happen to be my ultimate solution to any fashion crisis. And that's how this outfit was born.

Shorts- B.K.Market, shirt- Colaba Causeway, cape- Myntra, brogues- Simpark Mall, lipstick- MAT4 Bold Matte by Maybelline

I'll be back with my Summer staple- maxis and a painful journey I keep fantasising about. Till then, take care and like I always say, keep it stylish.

I saw the widow...

Will you hate me if I say that the cliche 'time flies in no time' doesn't sound that cliched to me any more? I can still vividly remember the  heady cocktail of nervousness,excitement and challenge I had felt on 3rd March,2012 and boom! It all comes to an end today! I'm getting old,I SO am! *Sigh*
And now,time for my post-

I saw the widow.

She saw me.

I knew her.

She knew me.


We both used to date the same person.

Only she was older.

She went on to marry him.

That's why she's a widow today.

And I'm a free bird.


She clenched her teeth.

I showed her my fist.

Her teeth were green.

My nails were black.

Black with dirt and rotten shit.

Green with pickles of envy and generous helpings of 'paan'.


I tell you it's the fight we were heading towards.

But things changed.

Do you have those moments too?

When,in the midst of a fight,

you suddenly feel the urge to strangle the other person in a passionate embrace

and kiss like a thousand vermin licking together.

That's what we felt.

She and I.

I and she.

And we fell together on the grass.


She probably smelt sweet hatred and funny contempt in my jasmine oil.

I can't honestly say I missed the overpowering revenge in her armpit.

But what made us stick to each other like the tailless dogs making love on the street,

was the secret.

We WERE each other's secret.

Bidhawbar writuchawkrey amar awnayash jaatayaat,


purnima omabawshya amar bichhanaey shutey ashey


jawkhon oder mukh bawdlatey ichchey kawrey.


Akashey amay khuNjo na kawbi,


ami paataley shaap e der shawngey ghawr kawri.

And now, for the last time,allow me to introduce my gang. For the first time,one of my most favourite bloggers Sanghamitra decided to participate! YAY! It's never too late,right? Shiromi's hazy picture,in some ways was an extension of my own days only(though I didn't cry while reading it because,well,I'm a big girl). Sanjana,being the eternal optimist she is,surprisingly managed to stay away from my very contagious negativity. And Dark Angel was the show-stealer in the first week and she's the showstopper in the final week too! She chose to explore unchartered territories SO bravely and with VERY successful results,mind you! This girl is a born star! There's no stopping her!

Adios amigo...

And with that,one of the most satisfying experiences of my life comes to an end. Yes,this is the last 'Memorable March' pre-post. This is the last time I'll try to inspire you all and squeeze something out of your constipated ass. This is the last time I'll hide my dandruff under the moderator's hat.
                                                                                                  I'll keep it short and simple for the grand finale(in contrast to the very spirit of the words 'grand' and 'finale'). I despise gimmicks in any form. So,this week the inspiration is the most plain,even my writing will be at its simplest best. I don't want 'Memorable March' to pack a punch before taking the final bow,I want it to exit as silently as it came and get lost into the crowd of the dirty city. Remember the surprise I had told you all about(and specially the Bong bloggers and readers)? Well,it's time to reveal that. I've two inspirations this week! Yes,you guessed it right. One of them is in Bengali. I love English. Period. But maybe it's time to go back to my roots and resurrect the sleeping Bengali in me. So,here it is-

"Her teeth were green.
My nails were black."
               AND
"Bidhawbar writuchawkrey amar awnayash jaatayaat."

 And now it's time for the pictures!

The white pair is a new addition to my wardrobe. The shirt is a gift from my cousin and it fits me like a dream! The yellow pumps are old(and raped) though I've worn them only once before.
                                                                                                                     And another piece of news(I should probably call it even 'good'),I got into IISWBM(the oldest B school in India and the mentor institute of IIM-Calcutta for a long time). I'm not sure if it's a dream come true(I'm becoming unsure of everything with each passing day) but even if it's a nightmare,it's one of the less scary ones. So,cheers to that!
                                                                                                                                          And the rules,for the last time,

i) Use the inspiration(s) mentioned above in your post in any form. Just be inspired. ANYTHING will do.

ii)Mail your links to soumipaul07@gmail.com on or before 25th march,11:59 p.m.