Coming Of Age.

Disclaimer:
This 'poem' was written by me on behalf of my nephew(amazing how fast they grow up..eh!)..And I do not endorse any of the statements or emotions compiled below.Let's hope it works out!



An ode by a lover,spurned!


Broken life,Broke world,Broken bone,
Broken heart mantled by woes unknown.
You have ripped my heart into a million pieces,
I hope you are happy now,as the pain increases.

I have waited all this while,
And will continue to wait for you.
Why do you believe the slanderous and vile?
I have always been yours,always been true!

I waited when you asked me to wait,
Not even once did my love abate.
But now you say,that you dont want me anymore,
What happened to our love that existed before?

It is YOU who defines my life,
Without you, my soul so bleak.
Think about me when you sit down to write,
Expelling me will only make you weak!

I wish my heart were as strong,
As strong as my love for you.
Wish this were a dream,painful and long,
Ending with a morning new.

Every night a sleeping pill to aide me unlearn,
But now even thats inadequate to allay your memories.
More and more of it,now my body does yearn,
And it'll keep increasing till its finally at peace!

Please do me a favour,if you cant love me back,
Just pray to your God that I may die soon.
Who wants a life so soulless and black?
I want to be liberated from this miserable moon!

Every love song I hear,haunts me about how it could be,
How I tried my best,but you could never understand me!
All I want is,for you to be happy,remain happy always,
But think about me,and how you left me in a blinding haze!

All I ask of you is just one opportunity
Trust me, and rekindle the departed affinity.
Please dont deny me my life,But if my end be nigh,
Let this be my final goodbye! Bye...Goodbye!

Turn Turn Turn !

Why don't you question your source?
Why be so content with your mere existence?
Question the power,Question the force!
Its not just the Sun that shines from a distance!

The sun rays that glister on you
That stirs the umber of our digressed lands
Bestowing life,energy,warmth and hue
To the grassy meadows and desert sands.

Why don't you stare at the Sun?
Why don't you question its source?
Does it affect your quick vision?
Have you conceded to its relentless force?

What You befit, a way to live,
The brave repel,
The curious question,'What if?',
The disenchanted rebel.

Kiss this imperative strife,
Once spent as grand,now flayed.
Turned back to face your troubled life,
Strayed,inveighed and decayed! Afraid?

Every point is of no return.
Why do you forsake Now? Why rue?
And if this moment you spurn,
Invert to see the lost moments wave at you!

No matter which crossroads you take,
Regardless of the detours you make,
Those stumbling blocks in the path you tread,
Traipsing turned back might hurt your head!

So stop alternating directions,twisting back and forth
Seek to fashion for your life an onward trend
Never look or turn back when driving down the road
Lest you be distrait when you hit the DEADEND!

Eyes...Dark Lies!

Sway to my beat
Follow my lead.
No its not a dream
Its not a lie.
Have faith in me
Look through my gnostic eye.

It could make you lose your mind.
It could make you lose gravity.
My complexion rests undefined,
Bereft of morality,thriving on depravity!

Higher wire,Sire inspire!
Bloody ruddy muddy mire
Fear not the dark!
Learn from the silence,Hark!

Sense my grim aura,
Watch out,or your eyes might die!
As opposed to your horror,
I'm not evil,I don't terrify.

I have known many a men who stumble
When waylaid by me,
I make the brave waver,the weak crumble.
Dont shy,Dont cry and it'll set you free!

Higher wire,Sire inspire!
Bloody ruddy muddy mire
Fear not the dark!
Learn from the silence,Hark!

Blame yourself,not me for your misery,
Blame ur disregard for the habitat,
Blame your parents,
Your friends.
Blame your deeds,
Your seeds.
Blame the future,but dont blame me!

I am mutable,I concede,my inclinations alternate!
But once I am with you,all you can do is wait!
You're watching you're favorite sitcom,
You're doomed to be a failure..Now blame your rotten luck!
I will deluge you like a blinding storm
And all you can do is scream,"Another power cut?!?..Fuck!!!"

Lamb Of God..!

It remains Unspoken
Somebody needs to know
Anarchist present disorder
I can curb the inferno
The jester's payback
Disgraced by the tyrants
Voiced by a maniac
The riot demands abidance

The blades have grown
The shades have broken
The Lords lie helpless
The slaves have spoken
For the time has come
For the order to turn
For the thrall to end
For the world to burn

But I am your saviour
The Lamb of God
That can quell the tempest
The meek have brought
Bow down to my being
I know what they yearn
And the power will be mine
when victorious I return


The blades shall be gone
The shades back on
The Slaves where they belong
Force shall reign man whereupon
The time shall be mine
The order my aide
Enthralling the world
The death unmade

Here I am you saviour
Your Lamb of God
That quelled the tempest
The meek had brought
You bowed down to my being
I knew what you yearned
The power is now mine
Victorious I have returned..!!!

Chirbo re!

Hmmm,

So I am back with my second post...This one was supposed to be a rhapsody about the Kolkata Knight Riders, but instead is just a motley commentary on the disappointment, that is KKR!

KKR losing matches in the IPL has become as hackneyed as the strategies they come up with against the opposition..So a defeat is not met by much chagrin from me. But today was different, we were up against the bottom crawlers :King's XI, who have been touted as the 'KKR of the 3rd IPL'...a team that can just theoretically hope of making it to the semis, but potentially become party-poopers for the 6 teams that are not as prolific/lucky as the Mumbai Indians.

KKR has had a mixed season as of now, we started off with two consecutive wins…sending all the fans into  a state of frenzy and speculation. Some of us even bought jerseys in support of our  unexpectedly reciprocative team , started making predictions and speculation about how a repeat of 2009 might take place(in terms of the table turning on its head)…But sadly the lightning doesn’t strike at the same place twice, especially not when your wearing shiny gold helmets and purple armor!!!

The three consecutive losses brought us back to ground reality…some even tore off the KKR logo from their otherwise stylish fan jersey …the others switched advocacy to better performing teams…but we(red-blooded Ganguly supporters) hung on, hoping against all rationale!

I even swore to chop off my hair if KKR won the next match against Kings XI….and WE DID!…finally..my (10 month long) hair was put to good use!!!...We lost the Monday game against Delhi, and I was back looking for disposable parts of my body to put on the line as an offering for the next match!

We won the next match, emphatically, as Dada silenced his critics by hitting a blistering selfless inning of 88 from 54 balls. We had 8 points by the end of that match, still in strong contention for the semi final berth.

Present Day:

Dada won the toss and elected to bat (obviously!),stating that the pitch was gonna slow down as the overs passed and chasing was gonna be arduous…(…umm I don’t know if he had pissed off  the curator or something ,because the pitch did nothing of that sort!)

Everyone hoped for Dada to continue his form, and Gayle to live up to his destructive self. 

The start was very circumspect, Dada hitting the occasional boundary. Ganguly eventually fell to a brilliant catch by Ravi Bopara off his own bowling (which I say, was a blessing in disguise, because of the consequent portentous over to come).

After the departure of Dada, Kings XI strung in some good economical overs.The very sight of Ramesh Powar plodding and wading at you with a ball in hand must be so darn unsettling..No wonder it was so hard to put him away that easily!They managed to keep the KKR run rate under check!

13 for some is an unlucky number…Well my Dad used to say, ”One man’s defeat is another man’s joy, son!”….Chris Gayle went bonkers and took Ravi for a ride down the ‘Woe para in Kolkata!’…4 consecutive sixes…and all Bopara could do was flash a sheepish grin(he does have amazingly white teeth for an Englishman I must say!)…The 13th over cost 'em 33 runs (an IPL record!)….The Gayle Storm was here!!!

One of the commentators remarked how,

At the start of the tournament,Tom Moody had jet black hair;

But now its grey,it was obviously dyed black;

Because he does after all go a lot of years back;

But lookin at the pathetic condition his team is in, now he just doesn’t care!

The KKR innings powered by Gayle managed to reach a formidable 200.

I was ecstatic…’aajke to KKR jeetbe’…….’200! Kings XI don’t have a chance of even coming close’……’Kings welcome to amokracy’……

I am such an ominous bastard…not only did the Kings XI make me eat my words, I had to swallow my bitten tongue in agony at what was to come!!!

KKR was pretty much decimated by Mahela Jayawardene and his fellow batsmen!!!...At the beginning of the Kings XI chase, clouds had begun to looms over the stadium!...Clouds of rain?..nay..Clouds of an impending disaster!!!

They took us apart from the word GO…they played like they had nothing to lose…carefree, dominating batting by a Mr. Mahela Jayawardene,who would have been overlooked by the selectors,hadn’t it been for a freak injury acquired by Shaun Marsh!

The commentators deem him to be a ‘touch player’…whatever!..He touched the crap out off the KKR bowlers!!!...Almost every bowler was taken to task..the complacent fielding and demeanour of KKR didn’t help them much either!!!...It was ‘Barbo, Charbo, Harbo’  today!!!

The pitch was supposed to slow down…wasn’t it??

I tried switching channels, hoping that it might change our fortune…but the loss was inevitable…Kings XI won by 8 wickets with 8 balls to spare…All their out-of-sorts batsmen coming back to form!...We had done the unexpected!!!

One of my friends earlier had remarked,” Preity Zinta stands mein itni kudti hai, woh agar kud kud ke field pey a jaye to yuvi, lee aur sangakkara se acha cricket khel legi”…She didn’t turn up for this game..Good for the King’s XI I guess..!!!

KKR stand at a funny position in the table..They still have a chance of making it to the semi-finals. Kings XI are gonna have to continue their form against the other teams for that to happen (So,Preity Woman….stay away!!!!) …KKR will also have to win most of their matches from now on, I have some personal belongings which I’m thinking of putting on the line…lets see what transpires!

Thanks, for taking off the inane ‘Main bhi coach’ ads off air! 

Its hard being a Kolkata supporter…Harder when ur just a maccher jhol!

Aboot me!

Hello,

You have reached the blog of Maccher Jhol. My name when translated to English means 'Fish Curry'.
Jhol = Curry/Stew ,
Maccher = Of fish .

So its not a very complex name,this..very apposite considering what I actually am.I am not one of those spicy and oily maccher jhols that leave ur oesophagus flaming and arteries congested.I might set your olfactory senses on fire,but believe me,I'm easy to ingest,and much easier to digest.

Try to visualise the enamouring aroma of brinjal, green chili, spices and the ridiculously expensive hilsa fish slowly cooked in mustard oil..filling up the whole room,while you await with baited breath and sputum, for your mum to finish cooking and serve it to you with hot steaming rice ..mmmmm...ohhhh yessssss..get it??...Yeah, so thats what I smelt like when they were cooking me.

Ok,now conjure up all your sensory faculties and think about the ecstasy that shoots across to every part of the body when the first morsel connects with you...the mixed feelings and desires of exultation, gluttony, greed, cognitive paralysis and gratitude that overcomes your body.The little pieces of brinjal that tingles your hard palate,the succulent hilsa that almost melts into your mouth as soon as it blends with your saliva,the various spices that just explode your body into a near orgasmic sensation.........ahhhhhhwww....Well,thats is what I would have tasted like,had my recipients been lucky enough to enjoy the 'marvel',that is me!....Poor fellas,apparently a close relative of theirs died of a heart attack,and in accordance to the rituals,they were required to banish me from the household...!

It came as quite a shock to me...One moment I was sitting pretty on a porcelain pot...and the next moment i was stuffed into a polythene bag and unceremoniously tossed into the garbage can....How rude!

I cant describe how scared and disgusted I was (well i actually can,but dont feel like it!),sitting there all alone in an unfamiliar and unpleasant environment...Add to that,I am claustrophobic,...I really needed to get out.Thats when a stray cat attracted by my alluring aroma came by and knocked over the can that was housing me,into the streets.He ripped open my captor and set me free...Finally my deliverance was nigh....but thats when Fate struck another blow.My wretched four legged liberator at that very moment got run over by a reckless inebriated truck driver...I was heartbroken..strewn across the street with the mangled corpse of the cat.

I am such an ominous bastard...bringing about the death of two perfectly innocent individuals.
I was made to please gourmands...but all I did was appease Death's lust for Blood!
I lie here in the streets observing the world and writing about my beliefs and POV!
I try my best to keep busy,prevent myself from becoming a poccha macch!