Miss Confused's Diary

A very amateurish poem, by me,  very funny format I have thought of  is in every alternate stanza after the usual Life is beautiful I have one then two then three, then four lines and so on. A very simple poem but this is what I feel like at the moment. Enjoy!!! Life is Beautiful When I see that fluttering butterfly Life is Beautiful,  When I see the smile of my baba and maa, Life is Beautiful When I realise I don't have to take revenge on anybody Life is Beautiful When I feel I don't have any twisted lover Life is Beautiful When I know  That I am free  once again Life is Beautiful When I have true friends around me Life is Beautiful Because  I am happy My world is happy in spite of all the hassles they have to face. Life is Beautiful When the sun smiles, laughs, keeps a doting watch on all of us dutifully Life is Beautiful When I realise that people lov...

The Drop, trickling down the roof top, over my nose, along the ridges, as if from a pipe, hose Above my lip, And between the nose, Going to rip, me apart, from the heart, to my part last. The Drop, trickling down through the leaftop, over my eyes, towards my cheek, mixing with my own tears, as if from a shower head, with only two holes.....

Held in a Powercut Rain toppling over my roof, The familiar 'tup taap', 'Tup taap', speeded up in this kalbaishakhi, amidst all this confusion, this wind fusion, you remind me of July, and I am reminded of you, of all what is reminiscent of you, I remember your smile, that explosive laugh, The broadest grin, those popping eyes, out in awe of the world, skimming through pages, racing through sums and algorithms, and snorting at once when disturbed, Now what?? you disturbed us now, disturbed our motion, stirred our slept emotions, Our pace was always decided by the time, But now for a moment, just a moment, you decided our pace........... You stopped us... From moving....

This event happened on 8th April. but due to some reason I couldnt post it.:: Yesterday night after having yet another irritable day, and a joyous  Pune  Warriors India win in the   IPL , just when I was about to sleep, I checked my cell. The  sms  I was just watching was conveying a news which I would have never expected to see in my whole life. My friend  Ankita  had just messaged "  Ipsi ...   janis   kal   ratre  ATISH   na  SUICIDE   koreche ." All Bengali words seemed to sink and the only word which seemed to appear before my eyes in big bold letters was  SUICIDE.  The news seemed to be utter rubbish to me, felt like somebody was cracking a belated April fool joke on me, as if it was all just a joke, just a cruel joke. After consequent  texting  my friend assured me it was not a joke, not a joke. Really one of my erstwhile classmates in   Kharagpur ...

Again your favourite iridium landed in the Land full Of Mirages, I hope you never go there, the land of Confusions, the Confusoland. As if going there was not adequate enough, I landed beautifully in the marsh of marshes, the Wickedomarsh. I seriously hope no one goes there or lands there. The wish applies to both my friends and foes alike. Yet again I am here, and I don't like being here......... Confusions don’t leave my way and keep on haunting me like the ghouls in the blue moon night. I have filled up nearly all major forms for the two gorgon careers of medical and engineering etc..... Presumably the only two courses available in India, my country. But the thoughts spiral and spiral away, am I really interested in it????? Do I really want to don that yellow helmet with boldfaced "ultratech cement" embossed on it??? Do I really want to be the girl in Beautiful salwar kameez, clad in a white coat and a Maoist muff, this time white instead of deep green, with a steth...

I wish I could disappear into wilderness, full of shrubs and herbs or somehow vanish in thin air along with my idealism. Its just that my utopian visions do not seem to fit in here, they are not a perfect match in this world. The world nowadays means only to make money, mint money, eat and bathe in money. All of it is about settlement. Just because earth settled with a climax species- the irreplaceable humans, will the world mean all about settlement, stagnant thoughts, stagnant dirty water, stagnant lives, moving yet static trains, aeroplanes, rockets, all of it in instantaneous differential picture frames???? My radical thoughts have no place in this world( have I really mentioned that?). The world my little eyes can see far and wide is only about two words. Only two words matter the most to people. The world seems to be obsessed with two words "medical" and "engineering". For everybody around me - save My ma and My Pa- have only two keywords for careers- "...

I was totally wrong, completely false and thus completely floored. Today the treatment and fanfare we received was far from I could have expected. Though there was no song, no dance (anyway who wants such crap on such gloriously important a day), yet the overwhelmingly warm speech by Princi, (aka "the Principal"), Sheila Ma’am (our English teacher, who knows my true worth), and of course the XIth class and fellow XIIth class students, touched my heart like the touch of a "parasmani", the alchemist's stone. The very heartening thoughts, the exceptional expectations and the heart rendering moments; the last minute photo shoots, the dabang glasses and the wearer’s girlfriends; the roaming about in the corridor for teacher’s errands, oh God! I will miss this school wholeheartedly. Today we lighted the candles of our lives. Our candles were all flickering in the gusty wind, but I would like to quote my favourite madam’s thoughts here: “the flickering candl...