Showing posts with label revelation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label revelation. Show all posts

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Stick Stuck Stucked

How often…how very often I still allow you to raise such havoc inside me that my already collapsed walls of heart find it hard to again stand up and accept the truth.

"I have...and you need to too." The words reverberate.

As I put down such disparaged feelings on paper, a sense of abhorrence engulfs me. No, the hatred is never towards you or for anyone else. I know very well that I am the only person on whose proud shoulders the blame lies. While I look back and see the time and the moments gone by, I ponder, how could the course of time change me for worse? I was never such a silly thing. I was a livewire. Wasn’t I? And the things I deserve in life are happiness, peace, and love. And I let you be their synonyms in my life. And that's exactly where I went wrong.

When life is like a dreaded cold night and outspread is the aloofness – even clinging to an icicle provides the much needed warmth. May be it is all in mind!

Really! And how exaggerated it looks to me now… only within few minutes of writing the just above lines!  How well we embellish our sorrows while keeping the life waiting next door.

The tussle goes on…in my mind…and in my heart.



And when everything seems to go wrong, what never fail are books, movies, songs, serials and of course the hobby kits.

It was just another random evening when the memories inside my heart were crying out loud. Before that I hardly knew how the serials I catch upon occasionally can help me dramatically to piece together my broken self in a very sublime way.

No. It was not a coincidence as life has its own cryptic ways to make us believe in it over and over again. And so the opening quote that day on the re-run of Grey’s Anatomy was,

The dictionary defines grief as keen mental suffering or distress over affliction or loss; sharp sorrow; painful regret. As surgeons, as scientists, we're taught to learn from and rely on books, on definitions, on definitives. But in life, strict definitions rarely apply. In life, grief can look like a lot of things that bear little resemblance to sharp sorrow. 

The episode ended with such hard-hitting truths which startled me beyond words.

Lexie: [narrating] Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone.

Mark: It isn't just death we have to grieve. It's life. It's loss. It's change.

Alex: And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. The thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime.

Izzie: That's how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can't breathe, that's how you survive.

Derek: By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won't feel this way. It won't hurt this much.

Bailey: Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way.

Owen: So the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is try for honesty.

Meredith: The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can't control it.

Arizona: The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes.

Callie: And let it go when we can.

Meredith: The very worst part is that the minute you think you're past it, it starts all over again.

Cristina: And always, every time, it takes your breath away.

Meredith: There are five stages of grief. They look different on all of us, but there are always five.

Alex: Denial.

Derek: Anger.

Bailey: Bargaining.

Lexie: Depression.

Richard: Acceptance.

I have seen this episode before also but never did it make so much sense to me.

And it hurts to realize how very close I have always held you to my heart. And it hurts more to realize that I can never express that to you in words. Nor even with silence...not anymore. And it hurts beyond measures to wonderwould you ever realize my realization?

I am not sure on which stage I am in. It seems that even after reaching the last stage, I am still stuck in all the previous stages. How very uncanny of me to be in such a juncture of life where ‘Denial’ and ‘Acceptance’ are fighting with each other while holding their hands tight.

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…and I really want to pour my heart about 'Moving on' and 'How I Met your Mother'. But as always I am once again in such a baffled situation where I am unable to react due to overwhelmingly over-crowded emotions. It rips my heart apart. May be some day I will choose to write on these pending thoughts instead of dumping them in the backyard of heart where many ideas, memories, emotions, and feelings are resting in peace... when all they deserved was to be written.

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Some more quotes from the same episode that turned the pitcher of my heart upside down,

  • Alex: You died in my arms. You died in my arms! You freakin' died, and then you left instructions that I wasn't allowed to save your life. You wanna know what I'm scared of? I'm scared of everything. I'm scared to move. I'm scared to breathe. I'm scared to touch you. I can't lose you. I won't survive. And that's your fault. You made me love you, you made me let you in. And then you freaking died in my arms.

  • Izzie: I'm wishing for a brain tumor. I'm wishing all the time for a giant tumor that would just press down on my brain and make me hallucinate George. So that I could talk to him again, so I could laugh with him again.

  • Bailey: I lost O'Malley. And um, I just can't. I can't care anymore. Stevens is not my child. O'Malley was not my child. I have to stop treating them... I just have to stop caring so much. 'Cause I can't keep feeling... feeling like this. 

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Saturday, January 12, 2013

Of You and Me and Delhi Winters.

Lost memories found their way.
Back to me.
On a misty morning.
In a lonesome tea-stall.
At some long forgotten corners.

Crossroads are still crossroads.

--- © Preetilata Sarkar

~आते जाते खूबसूरत आवारा सड़को पे कभी कभी इत्तेफ़ाक से कितने अन्जान लोग मिल जाते है... उनमे से कुछ लोग भूल जाते है कुछ याद रह जाते है. 



P.S: The lines in Hindi are from a song of a Hindi Feature Film.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Let me ♥pin♥ us together.


When I was a child, I had this strange admiration towards this simple device called stapler. And the admiration still continues. Like before, it still leaves me stupefied.

And so as the Wiki goes, “A stapler is a mechanical device that joins sheets of paper or similar material by driving a thin metal staple through the sheets and folding the ends.”

A simple machine. That’s what a stapler is.

Simple. Isn’t the word simply beautiful? The most loved and requisite things in life are ones that are most simple and mundane. With such perfection and ease they have blended themselves into us that their existences do not stand out. And that is where the beauty lies. The beauty to behold.

I think you need that something special in you to so conveniently encompass everything around you, with nothing but your aura. And not all are blessed enough to be clichés. When people around say, they are after ‘unique’, I proudly declare that I love clichés.

Feelings in every form are a cliché. Be it associated with love or hatred. What makes a woman so unique? Her ability to womb in clichés in all their shades and density. Her effortless supremacy to encompass the life around her.

A woman is a stapler. And her innumerable clichéd ways are those small metal staples who bind a family by folding the arms. Someone didn’t say for nothing, a haven is there in the enclosure of your woman’s arm and heaven is there at the feet of your mother. Strengthening the bond she nurtures life without even drawing any bound. She protects you and lets you evolve. All simultaneously. Her way is the unconditional way.

I love you. Don’t I? So what our ways seem oft repeated. I will bite off your lips the next time you say, “Baby its so cliché.”, to make you understand the harder way that love itself is a cliché with all its high and low echelon of intricacies. I know you would love it.

You don’t have to show your love by writing my name on the moon by sticking stars. Just hug me. Don’t say a word. Remember! I can decode your heartbeats!


Let the stapler be me and my love its pin.

P.S: I know, with a pat on my shoulder you would say, it's better late than never Pree. And so with this post I stapled my 100th  post today. Yeah! It took me 3+ years to reach this milestone. Now common! stop giving me that astonished gaze. Don't you think I deserve a big round of applause instead? :D


Friday, February 4, 2011

A Foodie Introspection~



I have an answer now… Yes I love Leonardo Di Caprio. :D

The power of my taste buds have enhanced dramatically. Wow! They now like eggs.

Butter. Butter. Butter.

I love the flavors of coriander leaves and lemon.

My love for ketchup is back : D

Maggie. I don’t think I can live without you. Sorry I tried to.

I still end up ordering butter chicken.

Pizza! Trust me you taste good but sorry I won’t spend on you.

Momo. My appetite for you hasn’t decreased a bit. I can still eat 2 plates of you, all alone. :)

I can’t be a vegetarian. I don’t even try to. Once in a while the thought of turning a vegan dawns upon me but there is this one greater force that successfully pulls me away.

Don’t ask me. I won’t tell you who or what that greater force is. :p

Chinese Cuisine. I get this strange craving for you often. Very often

Roasted duck. You are sill on the top of my wishlist. Please get out of it soon.

Daab-chingri. You rule!!

♥ Dear Taste of Kolkata, thanks for those unforgettably mouth-watering crispy lamb.


I love buffets in grand restaurants. I feel like eating everything included in it. Unfortunately I feel satiated way too soon. Sigh!

KFC’s chicken bucket is nothing great.

I will never eat shwarma by directly going to Al-bake. My sister told they prepare and serve; just few steps away from a ghastly gutter. Bayzid! please come back and bring home some shawarmas .

Honestly! What’s the point in going out to have veg???

Nothing can beat the fun of gorging on radha-ballabhi, luchi torkari and chai from those road side stall and sweet shops in C.R Park, market no:2. Of course with your special someone. :)

Seriously! I mean seriously! How can you go to all those expensive restaurants just to have salads? I mean how come you ever go out to have salads?

Sorry, I don't like you, milk. But I drool over you once you become an inseparable part of kuli-pithe.

Tankush, do you still serve the best chicken parathas?

Lady!! You prepare awesome egg parathas. And the best part is, it only takes 2 min to reach you. Please never move away to some other place. We seriously adore your 10 Rupees egg paratha with vinegar dipped mirch and sliced gajar.

Esplanade, where are you situated in C.R Park? I searched and searched and searched you and yet not have located you. I guess the address given in that stupid Times Food Guide was wrong. There was this one old house with one very old lady who was so unwilling of to let go off me. These days nobody has got the time for their grandparents. The whole day they wait by the gate with the hope of the some familiar face passing by.

I hate those small-colorful tutti-fruiti cherries.

Litchi, trust me you are so cute. You are my favorite. Don’t you worry orange and strawberries, you guys are sweethearts too. And please don’t forget Australian grapes, atta and babukhosha.

Popcorn and chuski, you guys are delectable.

Sweet corns!! Oh! God! Your aroma is heaven.

Pistachios are to die for.

I don't like tomatoes like before. My family laughs it off though. :(

Where can I get those cheese, the ones on which Tom's Jerry madly slobbers?

Bournville!!!! I Love You.


This insanity drives me crazy! Someday I will eat you too, dear Leonardo :P


P.S: This list will undergo continues upgradation process with addition and deletion to it time and again.

Monday, May 3, 2010

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... and yet again night falls on me dragging the satin of star studded dreams.









Friday, September 4, 2009

Utopia ~


Lost in the woods of tranced milieu
I search thou not o dear soul
Wandering amidst the parched stream
Thou seem to me a worn out stone,
The songs thy lips once sang to me
Were cherubic enough to soak me in,
(Now)I find them nothing more than leaves
Dried enough to crumble in jiffy,
Lost in the woods I lose myself
Again and again with the wind insane,
Far from thy and far from me
The yellow wild flower
Seems purely alive.


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~Come'n guys, again it's time to pour down your interpretations about the poem.

~I know, I know, it's been so long since I am missing from all your blogs. Well it's not that i haven't visited your blogs at all but I am more of a silent reader all this time. Blame it on my tight schedule as well as on my poor net connection. I hope to be regular in sometime soon.

~ I feel so proud to tell you all that the new template was made by none other than 'Yours Truly'. And I just love this complete new look of my blog. I feel so fresh and happy :)

~ The above pic is designed by my brother Avinab.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

When it Rains !


Not always at loggerheads we are, me and my pain. Sometimes we find peace in each others arms only.

~**~

Saturday, May 16, 2009

A Nocturnal Revelation- II


One by one my silhouetted dreams refuse to open up their wings, when the cynical night paints me all dark in the shades of gory silence. In the stillness of quietude the wailing of my dreams are guffawed by each falling sand from the hands of eternity. The night refuses to pass until my heart turns to a place where I can holocaust all my dreams and wishes.

No it does not hurt anymore and neither do my dreams thrive to live on. Each new dream that my eyes see in the broad day light is fated to die this way every night, still each new dream takes birth in my eyes ignorant of this horrific fate. 

Thousands of dreams I holocaust every night at the feet of my destiny. Will being blind save my dreams? Will bereavement turn me into a lesser sinner?

Oh night! I hate you night!

You have made me a Nazi of my own dreams under the covers of this cobwebbed audible silence.

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Tuesday, January 27, 2009

A Nocturnal Revelation


It wasn’t a dark and stormy night but quite the opposite actually. This night seemed different from all other nights that this pair of eyes has ever seen. The clouds on the sky were a few in numbers, and were frolicking unabashedly with the moon. This spectacle was heightened with the rustling of leaves in a measured cadence, when the wind blew past gently. The murmur of the leaves was the only occasion that somehow betrayed the otherwise revelry of the night.

The silent playfulness of this night formed an unusual sighting- it seemed to be a fitting prelude for something ominous on the way. Something that could devastate the mysterious way of this night. Perhaps a storm is brewing somewhere nearby, which is about to spillover at this silent, mysterious night. Then the night, I fear would never be the same. Once the whirlwind that waits on the verge is unleashed, this night would be unlike any other night. So very different. So very more mysterious. And with the change in the spectacle, I fear a spectre could transpire.


I remained there stranded, waiting.

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