Rang de Paradise (by the Jerky Pundits)

watch as Axl & Slash rock out to a desi indian beat .. n plz do not get offended by the profanities towards the end(we wer kidz den :p) !!

My Earliest Memory!!

i spent the last one hour thinkin this out, but all seemed blurry ..n more recent than my liking .. finally got one, had to confirm with mom 'bout my age then n yup, for now this seems to be my earliest memory ------>


We used to live in Shillong those days, mom says i was around two and a half yrs old.. my parents, aunties, uncles and der families, grandpa, grandma..we all lived together in one big house over a hill with a long, narrow flight of stairs leading to the road below.. me n my cousin who was two yrs older used to play in the mud, steal tomatoes from grandma's kitchen basket, collect plums from the ground ..have a great time .. he was the boss and so naturally he got to be the driver and i the passenger of our imaginary bus made out of two jute chairs placed at the edge of the verandah.. we drove only wen it was raining, which was like alwys, considering the fact dat we stayed at a place which was around 50 kms frm Mawsynram(a place which recieves the heaviest rainfall in the world, i dont knw if the stats've changed lately) ..he used to double up as the conductor too.. only wen he was in a generous mood, would he allow me to call out for some time, "Shillong-Guwahati.. Shillong-Guwahati.. Shillong-Guwahati .." well der wer good reasons too.. wat sounds he used to make of the engine, n tyre screechin', gears too..oh he was a complete machine!! i used to practice day in n out to do it like him, he was my hero! 
..dat day we were fighting to collect clips to put a screen of saris around our bus, to give it a more realistic attire. Who could collect more clips n reach the verandah first? i snatched all, put 'em inside my pockets n swiftly sat on my tricycle to race towards the verandah.. he was furious, he came from behind and pushed me, i went straight towards the glass showcase and crashed to it.. next i rmbr my mom crying/screaming, tryin' to keep the little finger of my right hand at place as it was hanging jst by a small skin :( 

..dont quite rmbr wat hpnd after that, but my little finger's still der :) ..although the 7 stitch marks are quite visible n wen i bend it, it gives a very awkward shape ..HAHAHA!!!

The Big Show playin' Boulevard of Broken Dreams !!

my friend Supratik a.k.a The Big Show playin' boulevard of broken dreams with his college friends in kodaikanal .. :)

If i could reverse one law, which one would it be?

the law which says we cant time travel backwards, needs to be altered immediately ... with many mistakes, bitter experiences, loved ones dying ..this is one law i could live without :(

My Father - Mr. Terminator

(remade ds lost piece last nite .. )

Me and the Mahatma ..!!

..made this 5-6 yrs back, found it, thot of sharin' it ..so here it is .. :)
(the latter one, a SOAB, the former, no better .. )

What I'd Say to My 16-Year-Old Self

i'd slap myself for NOT being too adventurous abt girls then & in the future .. :X

Emo Cat...!!

Take a wretch, etch a smile

Change a life, meanwhile...

That's what she does, hear her profile

She's my EmoCat-Versatile!

No dark woods, not a cottage by the lake

I met her, in a heart-break

In an overcoat of sadness, hid my sweet love

With teary eyes, she looked at me, asked me to hold her, lift her above...

We laughed, we cried, we talked our hearts out

Fingers bruised! A textual love, is this all about??

Soon we met, don't ask how it was

Ended up kissing each other, non-stop without a pause...

She is a girl, just outta teens

Lives her life only on chocolates and coffee beans

Hands covered with bangles, eyes lined with kohl,

Feet in her converse, she is the EmoCat of my soul...

Heart of a mother, mind of a child

A peaceful spirit, yet she's wild,

She pampers me, feeds me!!! Scolds me?? Maybe!

...and when she's tired of all that, sleeps in my arms...like a baby!!! <3

She follows her heart, she's a livewire

A mind so simple, it makes her a wildfire

Her love knows no boundaries, it just goes higher and higher

I Love You, my EmoCat! You are the one I admire.......

                                                                                                                  - Sap

first glimpse. Window peek inside !

...a fragment of my childhood imaginations, SAPiZNATiON...

A nation where everything went my way. It used to be my own, very private paradise. I used to sit alone for long hours, adding & editing the different rules of this place. Priorities kept changing. Started off with No Schools (…guess that rule remained), but lots of lunch-breaks. Lots of puppies as pets, because I was not allowed to have one. In fact, I kept a puppy for three months, before it was eaten by my Khasi friend, whom I paid well to take care of that small angel, while I was away on a vacation with my parents to my granny’s place in Silchar, a small town in Assam. I guess the temptation was too much to resist. Even I couldn’t resist my temptation to break his balls, after I returned. I haven’t mentioned but I’m from Shillong (we call it the Scotland of the east), the capital of Meghalaya. I was born there & I grew up in this beautiful land in the laps of the green-mountains.

Cricket was compulsory for all in SAPiZNATiON, and no one objected to breaking windowpanes. For each broken pane, the neighbors gave a big chocolate bar to the person responsible. Slowly fag, music & girls also started contributing to the picture. In my nation I could come home immediately after smoking (which I started pretty early...class 4 if I remember correctly), without even needing any mint to cover the odor. Girls were sober, they didn’t scream and they didn’t irritate. I was sick of seeing those crazy girls around my home & school, so this rule was unavoidable. Everyone loved rock n’ roll in SAPiZNATiON. Even the church & our morning school assembly contained of choir versions of my favorite rock numbers of pink floyd, the beatles, metallica, megadeth & even limpbizkit. I remember imagining californication & rollin’ in choirs.

...and in my SAPiZNATiON, I never had to leave my friends, my school, my cousins......my town, my Shillong.

Priorities did change after all. SAPiZNATiON kept fading out after I was forced to leave Shillong (...my dad got transferred to Barrackpore). It almost disappeared from my mind within days in the new place & school, & among new friends. A year back, I found my super-secret diary from those days. It contained all kinds of crap, mainly doodles & symbols of bands & skulls & cross-bones, sketches of my pals, puppy (may god rest his digested soul) & a few really absurd songs that I wrote (which included a Hindi translation of ‘Nothing Else Matters’, & an English translation of ‘Ek Ajnabi Hasina Se’, which my friend, Avinash & I wrote after our Class X board examination). The memories related to SAPiZNATiON kept coming back since then. And it keeps coming out whenever I’m alone, whenever I feel screwed-up, whenever things wouldn’t go my way. Maybe I’m not as imaginative now, as I was before. Previously I just needed to make some amendments to my nation & I would feel that my problems are all gone. Now I don’t have that option, but it does provide me with a visual, almost movie experience to how exactly I should approach (...it turns out to be bogus thou, almost always), and that’s why I’d like to keep a blog of all the weird things that I go through, it may not be much philosophical...but well...let’s see!

Welcome to SAPiZNATiON !

17:46 11-01-2010

[ what's ds krap al 'bout??? cant blve i evr wrote such non-crafty lies to start somethin.. !!  sheesh! ] :o