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Getting Prepared.

The statistics has a monotony. It stuck maximally to 1260 score in whatever I try out. Although this doesnt have any kind of relevance as to what will come in the real examination, but the implications being a student of conventional book-writting-practical protocol follow, will have kind of list regarding the practise sets that we do.
Still a 1300+ is desirable while I would be thankful with a 1260+ atleast. Lets see. Now it seems that I am entering into atime tunnel and from today, Monday seems to advancing at a fast fast rate!

Hiatus from Career Lineage.

June 2008 marked the termination of a student life and it has been in the dormancy since then. The hiatus grills uncertainty in many lives and I dont enjoy theprivilegesto enjoy the exemption from that cannonade of doubts. What about the career? Whenver these questions bumps into me, I feel so ebullient with negative energies that the ebullience ironically bamboozles my very smile to furrows on thy forehead, scalping out some hairs along with the hairy scratches on my temple. Still, the open window nor the welkins answers my cause, my cry my existence! Feels great, like a fell, inhuman atricities for a science student to pursue an art where he is a novice, and will remain so till his eternity! Nirvana(Thats Webdings for NIRVANA) calls, but alas, unattainable! The sky extends his arm in the act of beatitude, for the upcoming hurdles of life. Still I clinge onto the baroque of the sofa, trying to discriminate the sound of the jingles from the malign humdrum of the knell.

This is my 180th…

The Canvas of Abstract Hues.

Amar janla diye choto ekta akash dekha jai....
Colloquial in Bengali, which if translated back into English means that "from my window I can see a small section of A SKY." Ethereal thought with a sentimental tinge? But more than a thought it pertains with the familiarity of feeling all lost in this fast and furious world. The hue and cry remains dormant, with no one to hear in the hubbubs of daily chores that seem so anachronistical to a small desire to be free. Free from the humdrums of life that follows a strict schedule of waking up, brushing your teeth, gargling, squeezing some nutrients as part of the epicure that would keep you galvanized, till you feel gastromic and then the self same lunch will be served to you, after which its another tryst with destiny, sitting in the small cubicle.... blah blah blah... and the monotony can keep on without dichotomy! The dictum? Its all so loathsome! Time gets killed when there is still strength to rejoice the nectar of the dripping d…

Facades and Hues of Vocabulary.

An illegitimate jargon, that captivates your zeal to pursue the unknown. Errors unlimited. Insinuate or Insouciant? Pussilance or puissance. Balked or Instigating? It leaves to the personal perception as to what and how one can deal with the circumstances. Kicking loose the integrity of mental strength, things look too tarnished for a better hue. Still GRE baffles the simpleton, and for it, I baffle it being an apt candidate! Farce! Fierce! Clumsy!

Evicting Ideas...

With the cloud of uncertainty, P gets his act together. Atleast the sitautions should be dealt calmly to allow any kind of astringent action. The bitter taste of Neem makes the experience Truly Unenjoyable. Still he knows he will have to try. Still the water moves down the slopes of uncounted mists. The breeze asserts it to be ok. But some where within, hidden from all walks and talks, all eyes and ideas, all trinkets of understanding lies the world of uncertainty... that will terminate, only when P terminates. Life gets hard, he too gets vulnerable...
Battered and bantered by Life itself, P makes his final move in this Realm. May be it will be all over in a few days time... or may it will never be over, just a Phantomized illusion. Whatever, its unwanted, without doubt.
Take Care P, please take care....

Sahara Calcutta Football League: 2008.

It was never bigger than this, in this season. With the re-incarnation of the Third power of Calcutta Maidan (Playing Grounds), MohammedanSportingClub, which has remained in the umbra of infamous eclipse, for past 27 years, this century years old Football club, a bastion for the Islams in Nation, better to be represented like that, MS is making its great fight truly a master The other two giants of Calcutta Football are also on their roller coaster ride. One having the race for the title still on, i.e: Mohun Baganthe oldest club of Asia and the other is EastBengal. Although for the former its a match for the title, but for the latter its a match of regaining lost pride. The brieft account about the significance of the match is elaborated below. 12th September, 2008: Mohun Bagan meets East Bengal. History waives to MB, as they have to take avenge for the 5-0 defeat in a derby way back in 1975, by defeating the EB, arch rivals 7th time in a row, a feat that has been possible for the last…

Maverick: Trying Hard to Be One....

Today, 10th Day of the 9th month in the eighth year of the Twenty First century, a nascen thought egrossed my mind, about our perusals and the endurance to be. We all want to be alone, atleast try so. Strange??? Does it seem so? Few days ago, getting along with some elegant thoughts with my friend, the idea of reaching the pinnaccle embossed our conversation. Then in the nick of time, the idea that at the pinnacle everyone remains alone.... singled out for no reason, but success. The person will be self satisfied within himself, but the Maverick that he has been, would leave him in an ocean that would be deeper than the foot of Mt Mauna Kea, down under and would be cooler than Pluto. The term Maverick retraces the email ID in my mind, maverick_ocean, the one of my friend used to posses, and till date used it. He is now pursuing MBA, a step in different direction to be singled out from the crowd. Try to avoid that as much as possible. Take care. And have a nice time. I thik I will put …

It's an Old Story that we read in Standard 3, but has a new ending...

A hat-seller who was passing by a forest decided to take a nap under one of the trees, so he left his whole basket of hats by the side. A few hours later, he woke up and realized that all his hats weregone.He looked up and to his surprise, the tree was full of monkeys and theyhad taken all his hats.
The hat chandler sits down and thinks of how he can get the hats down. While thinking he started to scratch his head. The next moment, the monkeys were doing the same. Next, he took down his own hat, the monkeysdid exactly the same. An idea came to him, he took his hat and threw iton the floor and the monkeys did that too. So he finally managed to getall his hats back.

Fifty years later, his grandson, Sukhwinder, also became a hat-sellerand had heard this monkey story from his grandfather. One day, just likehis grandfather, he passed by the same forest. It was very hot, and hetook a nap under the same tree and left the hats on the floor.He woke up and realized that all his hats were taken by…

Potion for PERFECT MARRAIGE.

Equation 1
Human = eat + sleep + work + enjoy
Donkey = eat + sleep
Therefore, Human = Donkey + work + enjoy
Therefore, Human - enjoy = Donkey + work
In other words, Human that don't know enjoy = Donkey that work
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Equation 2
Men = eat + sleep + earn money
Donkeys = eat + sleep
Therefore, Men = Donkeys + earn money
Therefore, Men - earn money = Donkeys
In other words, Men that don't earn money = Donkeys
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Equation 3
Women = eat + sleep + spend
Donkeys = eat + sleep
Therefore, Women = Donkeys + spend
Therefore, Women - spend = Donkeys
In other words, Women that don't spend = Donkeys
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To Conclude:
From Equation 2 and Equation 3
Men that don't earn money = Women that don't spend.
So, Men earn money not to let women become Donkeys! (Postulate 1)
And, Women spend not to let men become Donkeys! (Postulate 2)
So, we have? Men + Women = Donkeys + earn money …