Quotes :New Year Resolutions

Good resolutions are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account.
~Oscar Wilde

I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.
~Anaïs Nin

He who breaks a resolution is a weakling;
He who makes one is a fool.
~F.M. Knowles

May all your troubles last as long as your New Year's resolutions.
~Joey Adams

I do think New Year's resolutions can't technically be expected to begin on New Year's Day, don't you? Since, because it's an extension of New Year's Eve, smokers are already on a smoking roll and cannot be expected to stop abruptly on the stroke of midnight with so much nicotine in the system. Also dieting on New Year's Day isn't a good idea as you can't eat rationally but really need to be free to consume whatever is necessary, moment by moment, in order to ease your hangover. I think it would be much more sensible if resolutions began generally on January the second.
~Helen Fielding, Bridget Jones's Diary

But can one still make resolutions when one is over forty? I live according to twenty-year-old habits.
~Andre Gide

A new oath holds pretty well; but... when it is become old, and frayed out, and damaged by a dozen annual retryings of its remains, it ceases to be serviceable; any little strain will snap it.
~Mark Twain

New Year's Day--Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink, and swore his last oath. Today, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now, we shall have cast our reformation to the winds and gone to cutting our ancient shortcomings considerably shorter than ever. We shall also reflect pleasantly upon how we did the same old thing last year about this time. However, go in, community. New Year's is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls, and humbug resolutions, and we wish you to enjoy it with a looseness suited to the greatness of the occasion.
~Mark Twain.

The proper behavior all through the holiday season is to be drunk. This drunkenness culminates on New Year's Eve, when you get so drunk you kiss the person you're married to
~P.J. O'Rourke

Now there are more overweight people in America than average-weight people. So overweight people are now average. Which means you've met your New Year's resolution.
~ Jay Leno

Making resolutions is a cleansing ritual of self assessment and repentance that demands personal honesty and, ultimately, reinforces humility. Breaking them is part of the cycle
~Eric Zorn

To end it on a Sweet note~

And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

~ Harry Burns, "When Harry Met Sally"

Can I ?

Someday...

Tear Gas

When you sit down to a leisurely Sunday lunch with your family this cool sunny afternoon, remember...
...remember that many people will be fighting...against a police force that has guns, batons and tear gas...

Foolish is what I call them. Or who would have thought of using tear gas to make poor farmers cry?...when their lands are confiscated to the state...when they can see the bleak consequences...tears come easy...

Forget the stats. Forget the economic-gibberish. Just imagine. Imagine giving away your house for some car factory people will bulid. For whatever reason.

The very people who grew the food you eat this afternoon will be roofless. Foodless. Crying.

The excitement is killing me! Norah's next album is all set for release on 30 January 2007. The songs are all written or co-written by Norah herself along with her partner Lee Alexander(the bassist) who also happens to produce this album. The songs were recorded this year in different studios including the home studio of Jones.

Not Too Late features many of Jones' longtime collaborators including guitarists Adam Levy, Jesse Harris, Kevin Breit and Robbie McIntosh, drummer Andy Borger, and singer Daru Oda. Other album guests include singer M. Ward, organist Larry Goldings, and Kronos Quartet cellist Jeffrey Zeigler.

Norah Jones' Not Too Late Track Listing:

01. Wish I Could
02. Sinkin' Soon
03. The Sun Doesn't Like You
04. Until The End
05. Not My Friend
06. Thinkin' About You
07. Broken
08. My Dear Country
09. Wake Me Up
10. Be My Somebody
11. Little Room
12. Rosie's Lullaby
13. Not Too Late

I can hardly wait.

Love child

The kajal of your eyes seeps into me
Like the sepia of sadness
A Dark Bewitching sadness
That has come to be my Existence
Or at least a part of it.


Far ahead in the Roads of Time
When You are away
(As I know You will be)
It is this sadness that I'll miss
This creeping Melancholy
This lil' Gift of Yours

Of course I'll miss You
Only,You won't know.

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The Moral of the Story...

"I quite agree with you,"said the Duchess;"and the moral of that is-
'Be what you seem to be'-or if you like it put more simply-
'Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.' "

"I think I should understand that better," Alice said very politely,"if I had it written down,but I can't follow it as you say it."

"That's nothing to what I could say if I chose,"the Duchess replied, in a pleased tone.

"Pray don't trouble yourself to say it any longer than that,"said Alice.

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Paper Umbrellas...

A mushroom pizza.
French fries dipped in tomato sauce.
Silver poured in from the sky to the river.
It rained.The clouds rumbled.And the river went by.
The greens on the ghat swayed in the breeze.
As you like it.Five scoops of your choice.
And two paper umbrellas.A green one.And one pink.
Tiny.Delicate.That opened and closed like Real Umbrellas.
That would not save you when it rained.
Took them home.

How long could you keep a paper umbrella you loved?

The One and only...Shreya Di

At the informal unplugged show at Historya-the freshers' welcome at J.U. History department.The crowd was lovely and we loved every bit of our performance.The only sad thing was probably the fact that Andie da(our drummer)could not play(unplugged you see?).But like we always say...
NeverMind. (lol)

Obituary of a Child unborn

People write stories. I have often wanted to write a story too. There are(at least) two kinds of stories.

You have a sudden pint of inspiration and a plot strikes you in the middle of the night. You wake up and decide to put it down in black and white(or even in colour,now that you have the luxury of word processors).

And there is another kind. It's a story that you tell yourself. And you write it down just to make it easier for you to believe. Like we all rely more on printed and polished letters more than crude hand written notes.

In absence of an inspiration I would have written a story (of the second kind) too. But then, I don't have a itching conscience.

The Trench Within

"You can fall for chains of silver. You can fall for chains of gold."
Choosing could not be easier.
Take the leap.
To Nowhere.
Now.

On the horns of a horny dilemma

An e-mail I received on 2 November 2006...



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Tell me what you think about this.

of complan boys...

Cruise liners. Over paper boats.
And someone says you've grown up.
Sad. Sad that we all grow up.
To the rosier face of a Half Truth.

Why does it always rain on me?

Dozed off at around twelve in the noon today. Was woken by the rumbling of the clouds. I kept my eyes shut. Tried recalling the rainy days, days ago. Thoughts treacled in like rainwater in a shabby tea stall on the roadside. And along came all the sights and smells. Thoughts that I used to think. But that was a long time back. Before I learnt the things I know now. That was before Gariahaat flyover was built. Before you heard of Mc Donalds setting up a shop in Calcutta. Before I knew that Irish coffee had whiskey in it. Or that people in North Korea are terribly poor...poorer than people in our country. As I said before, it was a long time back.

And I thought of the rainy days still to come. And I knew I was a dreaming. I opened my eyes, took a deep breath and decided to wake up.

Koel called in the afternoon. She's going back tomorrow. Felt bad. Away from the place she loves so much. No less than I do. Why do we all have to? I better shut up.

The tramp within

Went to the St. Paul' s Cathedral late in the afternoon yesterday. I have been visiting this place from as long as I can remember. As I entered the place (from the Nandan end) and walked a few steps to the open patch of land I stopped walking. It was almost dark. And right in front of me stood the great dark tree with the white bunches of flowers blooming like stars in the dark night sky. Watched it for a long time until it was really dark. It was quiet all around. Except for the continuous sound of jheenjhee poka(love this name somehow). The sight brought strange thoughts that had never occured before. It is these moments when I feel really at home with my inner self. Love this place.

Here we go again-Genius loves company

For the n-th time in my life, I am frustrated. Yes. My face aches from smiling too much. And I am tired of acting non chalant.Tired of tellin myself that I don't care. Tired of trying to be this really cool guy, who does'nt give a shit for anything at all. Who loves music so much that he could actually manage to live without anything else. Who is so much into college movements and quota protests that he could get over any loss sooner than one would imagine.

Oh no. NOT AGAIN! I don't want to get into this viscious cycle of emotions again. I thought I had long grown up. I thought I had learned to live with it. Was'nt it a few months back that i decided to "Let IT Be" ?

I have a confession. I am a loser. I have lost. Not that I never tried(Because that may make one think that I might have won if i had tried) Trust me. I tried real hard and failed. Miserably.

PS: On a happier note, subhayu got me the entire eric clapton, lynyrd skynyrd collection and koel promised me The doors( She is a bit screwed up right now, unlike her cell, which is screwed up bigtime). Also i got a little high trying to stick egg craters at the "practice pad" at Subhayu's place using Dendrite(smells good man!) yesterday...tried playing the piano after a long time and got stuck. Mind buying me a piano some one?

And I fall in love...all over again

"
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid ..."

Joan Baez-The Legend.

The Trial

The AC is pretty cold i think. What time is it? I fish out the mobile from my jeans. It's quarter to five. She's been inside for quite a few minutes. No signs of getting out. I start getting restive. I look at the two mannequins-one black and one white. They don't have shades of grey here. I hear a tapping of the door and she comes out. She has put on one of the three kurtis she just walked in with. And she asks me-

"which looks better on me?"

I smile to myself. Now that is one question! And I realise i have to say something. I look at the three kurtis and point to the one she's wearing-

"Ah, this looks pretty nice."

I feel like saying- " You mean which one makes you look more beautiful? "Poor girl. So she actually thinks that it is possible to look even more beautiful! I realise how pathetically cheesy this will sound and decide to shut up.

On the way back from the mall she keeps on asking the same question.

"Are you sure this is good? I liked it."

And I try hard to remember any of the clothes that she's ever worn. I realise I don't. An earring may be? No. Still no clue. Something? Anything? What have I been doing? Me Dumbo!

I try to notice this time...while talking to her. And I realise how hard it is to notice anything at all!

Well apart from her hair. Rebellious and dark. A hair clip putting up a valiant fight to bring back the order. And the eyes. Small. Kajal lined. And the laughter. Serenely sonic. Untamed and unedited. No attempts at holding back any of it. Not even if people are staring. And then she picks up a tune somewhere. Hums to herself. And I know. Know that I will never notice.

"Norah Jones's New Punk Band"

I dont know what to make of this.She was actually wearing a wig along with probably Daru Oda singing punk at a half secret sparsely crowded stage. The pics are worth the jump. Take it. She's swoon-worthy.

this is what i call intelligent advertising...lol

passing thought...

I would rather die of some kind of Blue...

Norah Jones

click on the link for a whole load of info on norah jones...

little souls of mine...

I believe every word has a soul.Every word i speak this summer afternoon will be there, long after i am dead and gone. Conceived in my mind as thoughts, they begin their long journey from my lips to a world where they are sadly unwanted. A world that is as hostile as it is ignorant. They travel through the air-as vibrations fainter than the faintest whisper-in their tireless 'tryst with destiny'.

Even when you thought everything is forgotten and buried, they are moving through space and time, through darkness and silence. When you say you d'ont know a thing, they pass you a knowing smile...you always know they do...their little souls are all the luggage they carry, all that they care for, fight for, fly for.

And every little soul is a part of the one fat soul i am. But as i speak, i get thinner...and i am dead when i have nothing more to say...but i live still; in the little souls that have sailed far far away.

Beyond the clutches of money, of sex, of sin. They know they have to run. For me. From you. If you could, you will probably bury them alive...for every smile they throw at you, takes you closer to me. Even when i am not there. They will live. I know.Only, you know better.

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u are ruthless my friend... ...almost as ruthless as life itself

A New Lesson...

i learnt a new lesson yesterday.
but i wonder if i can afford the tution charges.
i am poor.
i will try to manage.
don't see how.
the police will put me to the gallows if i fail to pay.
i am afraid of the police.
i heard the tollygunge police OC is a pretty hard man.
i will try to escape.
no one will then ever find me.
of course i will miss my tutor.
i loved her.

stellar deadlock

Stars are moving apart, they say...
Hours of tedious calculations later
They are where they were-
Too far to be reached...

...not in dreams though.

Home is where...

End of another week
A week of bonhomie
Of a million waving, polite-smiling
Gosh-you-are-bunking-too giggles
What-happened-to-my-tea shouts
Sorry-don't-have-a-single-buck-to-lend lies
Of the barely- there- yet-so-much-spare 'looks'

End of another week of trying-to-be-happy
Shit! I must be trying too hard
For I miss you already
The long spaces that squatter on our conversations
Those what's-there-to-be-said silences
The heard-so-many-times-yet-oh-so-loved stories
Memories that we shared
Seem to humble the freshly smashed dreams

As I sit alone on the college-terrace this friday afternoon
I want so much to run away-
Run to you
When I know I cannot

You still feel so much like Home...

the other side of the river-a funny story of a day of cable black-out

There were a thousand things that I could have said that day...no...make it nine hundred and eighty six.A part of me was already rehearsing the dialogues...u don't know what you are saying...but this is so goddamned unfair...but what happened to all the things you said?...and all the things we planned...


...and a part of me settled in the deep knowing, that nothing I do or say would change a thing; that this was one of those points in one's life when vocabulary is a wretched burden...like conscience.


...a part of me wanted to stand up and fight, like a drowning man fights for breath; like people in flood-hit villages fight for ration...


...and a part of me wanted to disappear, just like that, ...like smiles in the times of war; run away from everywhere, from everything I knew, from everything I cared for, from everything I ever, even faintly associated with the dreams that will never be.


...a part of me wanted to cling to every word, every little sigh she let out; like people at Noah's arc hoarded food just before the big flood came...


...and a part of me could not even hear half the things she was said. It wished that I had ears that I could flap close - like the funny little man in the All-Out ad.


...someone inside me said...you can't keep silent like this...wait, this is important; how can you let it pass like this?...You should at least say something moving, you know...there may still be chances, you know...she might be touched, you know...she might wake up oneday with a realisation...you never know...and ,and...


Suddenly, I realised that I was not a part of this...that I was just a spectator...a spectator who watches but does not react...like we watch DD National when the cable connection gets blacked-out...I took the remote and switched off the television...better be without T.V. than watch DD soaps...I was relieved.