Just Another Day without Rain

The Durga Pujas are over the people of my city now take revert back to their normal routine. But I look at there faces and see countless signs of restless night that they have spent during the festival.

The puja have been dry not much rain has transpired during the festivals...

I was with my sister this pujas my most dearest sisters, My strength and solace confined with the same person. She lives in mumbai and has planned to settle their.

On the 11th Oct 2008 4:30pm I left my sister at the kolkata airport. The sight of leaving and staring back at me waving her hand is a picture that always breaks my heart.

I left her there....

Oct 12th 2008 I am back again....

I am back to what I was as the night spreads its wings and casts its drowsy spell upon me I see my sister all alone in an unknown town staring at me as I walk away from her.

The Days Without love can be so hard, the constant loneliness and absence of the feeling of being protected leads to the demise of a man’s soul and sanity.

Maybe I am loosing my faith on the Optimistic way to life, but maybe that’s how its supposed to be.

Just as the scorching sun rises to light up 13 th October 2008 in the city of Kolkata I realize the day is just another day without love and without rain.

Friendship Joy and Sorrow

Hello everyone, Today I realized that this world has many faces, this place is covered with patches of worthless humility, and endless pride, today I left my job actually I resigned, I thought what was I doing there what was I there for? Money is a very simple answer to that question,I walked about a mile or two as I walked I saw the tears of a lonely mother sitting by a street tea shop and washing the utensils, this place we live in is moved by the gears of money and among these gears innocence and innocent lives are battered and smashed.

A lonely child in the city of Joy longs for friendship just as I have wondered and pretended to look into the eyes of strangers to find a friend whom my simple heart could recognize, I found sadness, sorrow and sympathy.


Lost in this city of Joy, broken promises and untrodden ways I have found myself alone and desolate in places I dare not speak of.

I am boring thats my quality and by the time you have finished reading the first line of this posting I believe you have realized that.

I come home today to find that by the end of this month I will be bankrupt, I left my job only to find that the uncle on whom I relied lost his job today,
I thought maybe I will find some place to hide today, some place to find solace and I ran to place I that have always sheltered me and buried my loneliness, for sometime I found the place but I guess I lost it again, how many days have passed by I have not splet in peace, the cries of a mother's labor has kept me awake at night, I have dreamt of being born again in this world with perhaps a silver spoon and a golden cradle, but no I guess that was not to be, In the streets of my city a hundred people are awake looking out into the empty night street, they are beggars and homeless, I wonder if they dream of the same thing as I do?



The darkness crawls into the bedroom of my friend's place from where I am writing this post. He is asleep. I sit at his computer looking at the darkness of the night and I think I can hear something, O what is it I hear a cry, a sigh, or a teardrop in the silence of the cruel night, It wont let me sleep.

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Kolkata : City Of Joy

I have lived my life in the heart of a city, a place were I have been since my birth this place has many memories of my life, and I cherish some of them. Calcutta is the city of Joy a place where Joy never seems to end the heartless realities of human life are trapped within the walls of Joy.

Hello everyone I believe since you have spent some precious time of your lives in reading my blog I think you should perhaps know my name by now, But even if you dont its fine. I am not going to bore you about myself I think I am a boring individual. Instead I will get back to wat this posting is all about.

I have lost my parents in this city when I was very young being brought by my uncle and aunty (who are almost like my parent) I have been sheltered from the realities which a orphan usually faces in a city like Calcutta. I have observed this city from behind the bars of my window and as the rain has swept clean the dirty streets water has often logged in populated places and caused a havok in my otherwise normal life. I remember once my house was flooded and as we all sat on the bed hoping to avoid the water the Heartless Fluid had risen to the levels of our abdomen and drenching me and the bed left me sick for almost a month.


Calcutta is a beautiful city, at night the city reveals its many forms, places like Sonagachi light up with the faces, and bodies that indulge in the oldest profession in the world, While places like Park Street lights up with young women and men already to party about 5 to 6 hours of there daily (practically not so useful) lives, the Winds of the sky change there course as more of this place is revealed deep inside a corner of a street a little cries of hunger, the tears are genuine you can see that its true but you do nothing but sympathize.

"Life goes on as it never ends, eyes of stone observe trends they never say, forever gaze" this is a line from one of my favourite songs by the Backstreet Boys. I have always liked there music.

Kolkata the name has changed, but you know its still the same city of Joy.