Rejection Phobia - A Typical Male Syndrome

Blind dates, long distance affairs, telephonic relations, pen friends, childhood crushes and a typical male behind them all! Everyone is unique, every man is different. Yet, the fear of rejection always lurks like an inevitable shadow around an urban man. So, let’s find out more about this typical male syndrome.

Ex Girlfriends, Ghosts and That Secret Potion of Desire

Sweet melodies of yesteryears often soothe his soul. Confused past, hazy memoirs and long drives in his father’s old gypsy illuminates his apartment. The shadows of his ex girlfriends keep haunting him. Those larger than life greeting cards, those soft toys, those bracelets, those watches, those letters are locked inside his closet. Time changes, feelings evolve, old friends reunites. The air never remains the same.

How to Tweet Like Jim Morrison

Microblogging! The new addition to the content hungry universe is making everyone bit crazy. Some people are investing hefty sum of money to gain followers, some folks tweeting extra sensible quotes, some individuals trying to be little humorous, the celebrities gaining millions of followers overnight and some people are still dazed. They retweet, copy paste some old quotations, sometimes news and views and most of the times they just keep gazing at the time line without having any words to write.

Bedroom Story - What Indian Women Want In Bed?

Indian women are flawless, intelligent and wild in bed. They know the art of taming a wild stallion, they knows the magic of weaving a satisfying tale. Everyone is unique and every girl has their priorities.

Winter Loneliness - Why Loneliness is Ecstatic?

The music of David Gilmour (On an Island) is creating a dreamlike ambience; the loner is busy writing his chronicle in his studio apartment, he is capturing the ecstasy of being lonely in an overcrowded city. He is mutely inhaling the drifting joy and the lingering silence, he is growing from within, he is catching the stars, and he is alive…

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Saturday, February 26, 2011

How to Tweet Like Jim Morrison

Microblogging! The new addition to the content hungry universe is making everyone bit crazy. Some people are investing hefty sum of money to gain followers, some folks tweeting extra sensible quotes, some individuals trying to be little humorous, the celebrities gaining millions of followers overnight and some people are still dazed. They retweet, copy paste some old quotations, sometimes news and views and most of the times they just keep gazing at the time line without having any words to write.

Twitter is bit confusing for a newbie therefore only smart, intelligent and suave people hangs out here. It’s a safe haven for internet marketers for generating enough traffic, it’s the mouthpiece of the depressed revolutionaries, it’s an extremely satiating platform for writers, and it’s definitely a lighthouse for the lost but everybody isn’t successful in gaining followers, retweets and replies. Tweeting shamelessly day in and day out may not be a good idea. Please don’t spam for god’s sake.

Jim Morrison’s thoughts were deep. His disconnected words had enough meaning. His songs were touted as classic. He is the God of the cult generation. He is alive for his followers because he was different. His poems were simple yet very profound. Jim Morrison is the new religion. He would have ruled the urban sky if he would have been alive but sadly all good things abandon us before the rise.

Oh Twitter! The next best thing for a blogger but it’s really hard to establish yourself in this fast rising world. You are no Justin Bieber or Lady Gaga, you are no Ashton Kutcher or Kim Kardashion. Your words may not be taken seriously but you definitely have to say something to the world may be much more profound things than one could hardly imagine. Twitter gives you power to flaunt your logical madness. Tweet everyday. Tweet for love, keep retweeting but don’t forget to create original content as real things never go unrecognized. Remember, it’s a crazy world and only wild things make news therefore tweet something illogically different…

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Sunday, February 20, 2011

The New Literature…

Getting your ass signed off by a stripper, having affairs with your professor, pumping and swinging whole night in high end pubs are just passé. Lady Gaga’s unique lifestyle, Rob’s paleness, Mark’s geeky ideas, Paulo Coelho’s magic realism, Nolan’s Inception, Peter Jackson’s recreation of shire and hobbits, the New York Times' bestsellers turning into movies, the rise of writers, the urban aloofness, the virtual gaming and dating scenes are becoming the New Literature.

There’s a fresh wave in the blogging stratosphere, the world is embracing social media, revolutions becoming snazzier and the results are quick and satiating. The bright blue sky is exuding newer fantasies, real toys to play with. Relationships are falling apart but the visual effects aren’t traumatising. The narcissism intruding the urban sky with perfect ease and nobody is complaining. The humanity is definitely rising.

The reincarnation of Jim Morrison, Bob Marley and William Shakespeare is on the process. The medieval world is tweeting from the grave. The geeks are getting Victoria’s Secret angels and the studs are dying unmarried and disheartened. The concept of beauty is changing. It’s evolving; the craze for Kim Kardashian’s voluptuous butts, the uniquely shaped Jolie’s lips, and the supernatural presence of Rushdie are truly mesmerising the galaxy. The monotony is breaking down into pieces.

The poetry of this age is different. It may not have that Victorian touch but it is definitely touching you. Thousands of new words are added to the urban dictionary daily. The restless generation is somewhat difficult to interpret but the melancholy is evenly reciprocated.

There’s dirt, there’s venomous smokes, there’s an itch to kick hard, the hedonism, the right to live, the right to live without guilt, the late night howling, the guns and the roses are becoming a part of the present. It’s growing endlessly, the thirst to taste different things, and fake exorcisms are making the world hollow yet very entertaining.

No more big words should devastate this space hence we should keep doing that suits us best. We shouldn’t come under any false assumption; we should close our eyes and ask Lord to take us through the exact aisle of hope. Discovering bliss amid this chaos could be pleasurable, there’s always a new beginning and there’s certainly an end to every good thing…

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Monday, February 14, 2011

The Fantastic Life of a Loner…

Elves, flying mountains, ghosts, mermaids, dreams, Anglo-Saxon castles and a timeless silent universe amuse him. His heart flies away, the red looking wine and the venomous smokes makes him insane. The chaos, the turbulence, the quagmire of a hollow life keeps torturing his already sinking heart. Where is love? Where are those smiles? Where is that glow of his yesteryears?

He is so very detached from the real world. The cloak of hypocrisy that he wears is becoming too heavy for his survival. The turmoil and the cacophony play games with his naive corpse. He is slowly moving towards a bright light, he is unable to find his guardian angel; he is no more witnessing the magical light above his soul mate.

Time stopped completely, the boat isn't moving, the trees aren’t talking, and the burning desire has all faded away. The numbness has taken over.  He couldn’t feel the twinge, he is unable to walk straight, and he is fallen and disguised. Everything around him looks like a monster, every word from strangers sound ruthless. This world isn't the best place for him.

Take him away to the land of music, take him to that Neverland, take him to a place where nothing ugly survives and take him away from this lonely, desolate and unhappy place. Why the ghosts of dead boring poets keep tempting him, why he loves the absurdity, why is he so different? Why he struggles to make eye contacts? Why he keeps running from the crowd? The loner inside him is growing, it’s getting bigger.

The crazy restlessness, procrastination, jammed cell phone; shackled life is preventing the loner to fly, to meet beautiful people with same hearts. His ugly face with so many dark spots exudes nothing but boredom, his presence is disturbing to the entire universe.

There are people like him, there are more people unlike him but there’s surely a part of everyone in him. The fantastic life of a loner isn’t a fiction; it’s the only reality in this fast changing world. We are living here and we can’t escape…

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Saturday, February 12, 2011

The Bright Darkness – The Lady and the Swindler

She quivers when the swindler touches her. She cries in agony and despair. She tries to flee but the venom has already started reacting. She’s poisoned and hypnotized, she is right under the tricky shadows of gloom; she is unable to move out and make love.

The swindler is moving with a hot iron rod trying to curse humanity. He is dancing like a creepy creature. His eyes are red, blood cold as ice. There’s a flash of golden light behind the mountains - far from the murky shadows but the venom is spreading, scattering like the wild fire in the bush.

The symphony of the nightingale is satiating the bard of loneliness. He is scribbling pages about the known and the unknown. The old man with a fashionable hat is walking through the aisles of solitude. He is forgotten by his sons and daughters. He is left alone to die.

The weed, the hemlock is endlessly praising the lords. The hitchhiker isn’t stopping; he is busy deciphering the dingy corridors, the haunted corners of the world. The melting wall, the Tsunami affected areas and the land of the living dead is creating curiosity. The hitch hiker is unstoppable now.

Oh love where are you? The curse is killing the heart broken lover. He is dying and living, he is killing his dream every night, and he is unable to come out…

She is running away from the swindler. She is trying to find the flash of golden light. He is creating mazes for her; he is making her life complex. The bad and ugly dreams of leafless trees and a skinny shadow of the swindler are squeezing her blood. The venom inside her is growing. She is breathing heavily, she is moving aimlessly through the aisles of solitude…

There’s no fairytale ending in the real life, there’s only some madness and chaos spawned from broken dreams and lost empires.

The story hasn’t started yet…


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Tuesday, February 08, 2011

Oh Kaziranga! An Unforgettable Journey…

The journey was someone’s dream; the trip was unlikely filled with nostalgia, the known valley was exuding extreme bliss, those faces outside the window screen had unique smiles, the whispering meadows kept accompanying us. The captivating Assamese sojourn starts from here…

Finally we are going to Kaziranga National Park - It’s the place where my dad started his career as a Range Officer, the place which is located in the heart of extreme darkness. One horned rhinos, elephants, tigers, wild pigs, varieties of bird species dwells here. The sanctuary is a natural treasure -unexplored and unrecognised.

Although the purpose of our trip was sheer fun yet there was a silent craving within us to decipher the Assamese jewel – The Kaziranga voraciously this time around. We all wanted to see a Tiger before they all disappear. There was so much excitement; there was that breeze of love flying all around us. The North-East India has so much to offer. The soothing music of Zubeen Garg, Angaraag Mahanta, and Joi Barua was played throughout the trip. We discussed about the laidback village life, we praised the timeless hills and valleys.

The drive from Guwahati to Kaziranga was a visual treat. The lazy mountains made us to ponder; they tempted us to stay there forever. We crossed places like Sonapur, Jagiroad, and Nagaon. We halted in a highway Dhaba for having our breakfast. We had sumptuous Puri and Chabzi (My Jeeju’s favourite) who came with sister from London on a short vacation. We thought of clicking a group photograph in front of the highway hotel for memories. We resumed our journey. Everyone was busy listening to the songs as they were beautifully customised by my brother Bikash Sidney (who is currently pursuing engineering from Chennai). My brother Manzil was in the front seat and was the DJ of our tour. I and another cousin Pranzil were in the backseat. Basically the younger generation of our family was travelling.

Wow! We got an early glimpse of the Rhino. We stopped our car to gaze at the beauty. We were amazed to see a Rhino near the road. Kaziranga is yet far. We are lucky enough to get a peek. Slowly we began to see tea gardens and resorts. We are into the territory and now we have to search for the Guest House where we would stay that night. 

It was around 12 O’clock, we reached the yellow colored Guest house mutely sitting atop the small hill. The location was simply ideal. There were waterfalls, rocks and a wooden bridge. It was nothing less than a paradise. The air around gave us a feeling of wonderment.  There were already some people waiting for us, the lunch was ready but we thought of having it after the Elephant ride. We kept our luggage and drove away to the jungles. We had one more co-traveller now. His name was Deb (name changed). He was our guide. Finally, we boarded the big elephant. It was extremely a different experience. The elephant took us inside the jungle; he rode us to deepest and the loveliest part of Kaziranga. He moved slowly amid grassland. There were deer, birds, and peacocks – there were everything. Our heart kept throbbing hard, we were mesmerised to see the never seen landscapes. There were lakes, herds of elephants and deer. We went to the restricted area, we finally saw the King. The tiger! The real one…He was sleeping. We kept gazing at him. We thought about his survival amid so much hatred and greed for money. He gave us an inspiration to survive in extreme conditions. The elephant ride was the best experience of our trip. It was my dad’s dream; he wanted us to feel the love, fear and joy of living in jungles. We never would have understood the excitement if he wouldn’t have planned this surprise trip for us. We spent the night like kings. The people in the guest house prepared exceptional Assamese cuisines. The bonfire, the barbeque, the encounter with wild pigs, the emotions, the ghosts, the pleasure of having red wine in cold winter night in front of fire amid hills and waterfalls can’t be explained in words. We visited the tea gardens, the rubber and coffee plantations; we went to the matchless Ethnic Garden – the proud of Karbi Anglong. 

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We played badminton in the Iora resort. We discussed about the contrast of living in an urban setting and inhaling a rustic air. Everything about the trip was perfect. There was so much love there; I could never forget the people who did everything to make our short stay happy. They made special preparations, they are the real people living in the farthest corner of the earth – unrecognised and unacknowledged. Whenever, I think about the trip, I think of love that people of Assam have. Undoubtedly Assam is one of the best places on earth to live and Kaziranga is the most beautiful national park in the world. 

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Thursday, February 03, 2011

The Secret Life of an Indian Young Adult…

My college reputation sucks. I have no girlfriend. I have no high grades. I am a loser in front of my parents. My life sucks.
Every teenager is different. Everybody’s fine. Everybody’s just no so fine. The world is fast changing, relationships are fast diminishing. The secret life of an Indian young adult revolves around many things at large. The wind is blowing harder around the stratosphere. The agony is enveloping the entire universe. Everyone’s trying to bite the forbidden apple; everybody’s falling with a very big thud. Gosh! There’s so much boredom, there’s so much things yet undone. Pain! There’s so much pain inside a teenager’s mind, they are not spoilt, and they are just deviated from straight road. Give me weed, give me more sex, give me more money. Indian young adults are indulging more, flaunting money like hell, they are doing everything to push their status to the heavens, and they are turning into hardcore moron. They are unstoppable, uncontrollable, complex and beyond.

16 and pregnant – The wind from the west is touching Indian sky and nobody’s complaining. Virginity is a curse. Everybody’s is under a false pride. Problem drinking, usage of date rape medicines, prostitution and many more things are literally intruding the Indian sky. The Emo generation hardly knows where they are heading, they are definitely moving towards somewhere. Procrastination is becoming a lifestyle.

Nobody’s going to stop, nobody’s going to listen, nobody’s going look back as the world hate preachers as all the preachers of world are becoming corrupt. Far from the chaos there are bundle of youngsters trying hard to change the world, they are writing history with their acts, they are silently moving ahead.

American Pie Series, Vampire fixation and rock festivals do amuse young India. We love to watch cricket and good cinema. We love to eat popcorns sitting close by our partners and we don’t give a damn to the world. Daily life struggle, empty pockets and desire to drive a Merc one day makes the Indian teenagers crazy. They keep whining in their silent closets, they may have a sassy cell phone but they are so very tempted to that fine looking iPad. The desire for more is killing the life and soul of young adults. India is still a poor country. We are still far behind the western countries but our thoughts are high. Yeah! There’s nothing wrong but there’s something really inept going on nowadays.

The mindset of an urban Indian teenager is evolving undoubtedly but the secret life is equally becoming darker. The annoyance is increasing, the prices of every damn thing going high, the reality is giving all of us shivers. The world is bad - not us. The secret life of an Indian teenager is different now and I am not an exception…

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