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!

Memorable March week two-scenting in every corner the chance of a rhyme

Time for Memorable March week two. If you read the pre-post,you should know by now how I was inspired.I'm so sorry for not being able to upload it sooner but I was a little busy. I was drunk last night and I had an interview today. But better late than never,right? So,here goes my post-

I squatted down on the pavement and gently let my hands fall.

 It was a long journey.

I'm still not sure if I've reached the end of it.

I was almost about to drift off to drowsiness when I heard them.

A lot of voices.


I looked up.

There they were.

"Spit,spit,spit",cheering me on.

I looked at them and bared my tobacco-stained teeth.

Armed with my newly-found confidence,

I drew my head back and SPAT.

The crowd came to a still,the windows in the neighbouring buildings opening...

I felt like the royal cock in the 'durbar'.

Entertaining people away,with funny habits I was born with.

They don't know I'll do it even if they don't throw coins at me.

They don't know I'll do it even if they don't egg me on.

They don't know I'll do it even if they don't lure me with bananas.

Because I don't know how to be otherwise.

That's when I saw her.


She seemed faintly familiar.

From an age I used to belong to,long ago.

I suppose I've not told you that I too,used to be a poet.

Only I had no words.

I was a worshipper of Silence.

I hated talking because that disrupted my chain of thoughts.

She was the one who had urged me to write.

She said that was the only way to be immortal.

And I obliged.

You see,I was afraid of death.


But,like I said,I had no words,only thoughts.

Thoughts I didn't know how to express.

So,like all other respectable Homo Sapiens Sapiens,I decided to steal.

Yes,steal words.

From the very pros.

So,I walked about the road,gingerly,if you might.

In search of inspirations.

And then,I followed the stench of beauty(or beauty of words,have it the way you please),

all the way to its grave.

There,I saw her praying with her hands folded,in front of a dead dog.

I watched her,like a killer watches his victim up in the heaven while burning away in hell.

She was at a higher plane,duh!

But realisation was pouring into me too.

I suddenly felt I could read her mind.

I suddenly saw the desperation of my success in her weak and salty tears.

And that's when I knew,I'm too placid to write.

My balls have been frozen to death even before I was to die.

And I saw that everything worth writing has been written already.

And they are safe in the archives,far from my prying eyes.

And that's when I gave up and started running.


Running from the world as I've known it.

Running till I felt my balls springing back to life.

Over the years,my running gave way to walking and then dragging my feet along.

And now,here I am.

In the midst of the chaos,all around me
"I love the stage and I love it like hell"...(to be continued)

And now my gang-Sudeshna had me drooling over her tranquil words,Sanjana went old school and tried to rhyme her words with that of Baudelaire(brave girl,I say),Shiromi tried to answer the question haunting her for years.
And Dark Angel was anything but dark if you know what I mean.

Memorable March week one-True blue or too blue

Okay,time to don the hat of the proud moderator and get down to the real business. First of all,the saddest thing just happened. The queen bee Kanika who had started it all couldn't participate for reasons unknown. Maybe she was busy,maybe I didn't do her brainchild justice...I can go on and on.
But other bloggers more than made up for it. I started receiving mails since last night and I give myself enough credit for surviving the whole day without any activity over here. Now,it's time to write my post(I've received such amazing pieces that I'm afraid you won't read my post if I give out the links early,hence the selfish act;I hope you'll understand and sympathise).

True blue or too blue

Blue is a colour I've never been comfortable with.
.
Sometimes,it's too loud.

Sometimes,it's too cold.



I'm blue.

I'm darkness in its brightest form.

I'm the last ray of hope you see just before the sunset.

You might have known me as orange but I actually AM blue.



I'm blue.

I'm the one you hold on to when you're too afraid to hope,

yet too hopeful to let go.

I'm mediocrity in all its grandeur.

You might have known me as middle-parted oiled hair but I actually AM blue.



 Life doesn't do much justice to me.

Death over-glorifies me.

Where do I seek refuge,pray?

Yes,it's the womb of thee-

where life hasn't started to take shape yet,

where death hasn't been able to extend its cold wrath,

the ultimate twilight-the most pleasing fading away ever,

that's where I reside,fellow travellers.

Now comes the bunch I'm so proud of-
College buddy and fellow blogger Sanjana surprised me in the middle of the night with her emotional visuals.
Sudeshna stayed true to her promise and wasted no time in painting a serene picture.
My special girl Shiromi got inspired in the very literal sense and going through her post was like looking at a mirror,only better crafted.
And last but not the least,Dark Angel deserves a special mention for doing something so uniquely refreshing in the midst of all these words! I won't tell you what it is. You HAVE TO check her blog to know and trust me,it's worth it!
                      Guess I'll see you guys next Saturday then. I certainly don't expect to have more than FOUR awesome bloggers on board but I DO expect Sanjana,Sudeshna,Shiromi and Dark Angel to stay put. Sudeshna,Shiromi and Dark Angel,if you guys ever come to Kolkata,DO meet me up and drive me crazy until I buy you guys cupcakes. You SO deserve it!