tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64758138615126913902024-02-19T00:27:20.025-08:00krystaleyez (Sutapa Mukherjee)Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-44455068185679401412016-06-23T11:58:00.000-07:002016-06-23T11:58:08.977-07:00Raat Ka Kirdaar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Apni sisakti subakti<br />
Aahaton ki baahon mein chupi raat ne<br />
Apne mathey pe padi silvaton se poocha<br />
Kyun karte hain log mujhse nafrat?<br />
Main itni napaak toh nahi<br />
<br />
Mathey ki silvatein bol padi<br />
Nafrat kahan meri jaan<br />
Yeh toh mohabbat hai<br />
<br />
Bojhal aankhon ko uthakar<br />
Raat ne poocha,<br />
Kya tumhe sach mein<br />
Unka doglapan nazar nahi aata?<br />
<br />
Har aashique mera deewana hai<br />
Maashuqa se meri baatein karta hai<br />
Lekin raat ko bahar nikalne se<br />
Khud darta hai, usey bhi mana karta hai<br />
<br />
Mere aagosh mein liptey chand sitaron ki<br />
Duhai har koi deta hai<br />
Yaar dost dildaar daawatein<br />
Har ek ki raunak mujh se hai<br />
<br />
Thaki aankhon mein neend ki sargoshi<br />
Aansuon mein chhipi bebak khamoshi<br />
Pyaar mohabbat Fiqr tanhai<br />
Har ek ki hasti mujh se hai<br />
<br />
Par bhool jaata hai insaan yeh saari baatein<br />
Sirf chor uchakkey yaad rehte hain<br />
Ehtiyaat barat te hain, aagah karte hain<br />
Sabko meri buraiyan kehte hain<br />
<br />
Insaan ne hi chori ki<br />Izzat pe kisike vaar kiya<br />
Ismein mera kya gunah?<br />
Tuney mujh ko kyu bekirdaar kiya?<br />
<br />
Silvatein chup baithi hain<br />
Unke paas koi jawab nahi<br />
Dhoond raha hai raat bhi uss shaks ko<br />
Jo kehde,<br />
Mujhe pasand mehtab nahi<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-15641988558005613672016-06-23T10:59:00.000-07:002016-06-23T11:03:45.801-07:00Post hibernation post - Girl, It's Your Destiny<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Okay, this is yet another attempt by me to come out of hibernation (read semi dead) since my last post was more than 5 years ago! This is something that I wrote quite a while back; and boy! can you see that I was upset. I have no idea what made me feel so unhappy and lost in life, but I am happy to report that I feel much better now. Not that lost anymore, well almost! But since I did feel what I feel, I thought it was best to post it here instead of let it remain as a scrap of paper. Because at the end of the day, feelings, however transient, are still feelings. They are a part of us, a part of who we are.<br />
<br />
How dare you spread your wings<br />
How dare you dream of flying<br />
Girl, it's your destiny<br />
Extreme low you need to keep lying<br />
<br />
Faces one and faces all<br />
Sweetest of all lies they say<br />
Girl, it's your destiny<br />
In the grip of trap you lay<br />
<br />
They know that you are brave and strong<br />
Difficult you have been to break<br />
Girl, it's your destiny<br />
It was never your call to take<br />
<br />
As you lay broken and shattered<br />
You wonder what was it that went wrong<br />
Girl, is it really your destiny<br />
To be crushed so hard and so long<br />
<br />
Don't you try to get up now<br />
Don't you try to find any reason<br />
Girl, it's your punishment<br />
For seeing life with enthusiasm and passion</div>
Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-53760472616623442562011-03-16T10:21:00.000-07:002011-03-16T10:21:59.463-07:00For YouEver missed someone so much that you wanted to pick them up from your memories and hug them? <br />
<br />
I am miserable.<br />
I miss you but I am scared to show it.<br />
I want to talk to you but would hate to disturb you.<br />
I want to hear your voice but fear being seen as desperate.<br />
I want to hold your hand but am not courageous enough to make the first move.<br />
I want to keep looking into your eyes but I ask you to not look at me instead!<br />
Yes, I am miserable. <br />
Miserably in love!<br />
<br />
You are pathetic.<br />
Do you miss me as badly as I do?<br />
Do you want to talk to me till the end of this world?<br />
Do you want to hear my voice just as badly as I want to hear yours?<br />
Do you want to hold my hand till the day I die?<br />
Will you look into my eyes as if time has stopped and as if there is no tomorrow?<br />
Yes, you are pathetic.<br />
But will you be pathetically in love with me? Forever?Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-6436623349573038062010-07-19T07:06:00.000-07:002010-07-19T07:10:37.694-07:00MomentaryIsn't it strange that how there are always certain things that become more evident when we voice them, or perhaps, when they fall in retrospective of our situation or condition? For instance, they say that "Time is a great healer." We, however, I feel; probably do not realize its good and bad unless we face it's impact in our lives. <br />
<br />
Two days ago, forgetting you seemed like the end of the world. Tears welled up every time I thought how you left mid-way; leaving so many things unsaid and unheard! Almost like stranding the conversation. Well then, was it wrong that I missed you? "You" who weren't my boyfriend, not even a close friend or a confidante even? Is it wrong to miss a random stranger for whom I develop a liking? <br />
<br />
Then be it!! Cuz it doesn't work that way and I did miss you. But this too shall pass. Just as the pain has, the happy times spent with you have....this too, shall pass.<br />
What remains is an emptiness. A longing. Of what? you might ask. I fear I know not the answer.. But who knows? Maybe the longing shall pass too! To be replaced by happy thoughts, memories, pain, further expectations and more longing.<br />
<br />
And then...that too shall pass!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
What remains then?Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-8103665672853659402010-07-18T10:39:00.000-07:002010-07-18T10:39:13.524-07:00I am the "Nothing" GirlMaybe I like straight cut jeans<br />
and salwar suit with flip-flops,<br />
Maybe I don't like listening to rock music<br />
and I'm not on the social mountaintops,<br />
Maybe I don't care about the things<br />
that make your worlds twirl,<br />
Maybe you look at me and think:<br />
See, what a nothing girl.<br />
<br />
Maybe I like giving smiles<br />
which seems to be a sin today,<br />
And maybe I allow my imagination<br />
to sometimes run away,<br />
Maybe you don't understand this<br />
and that's why you cannot see.<br />
If this makes me a nothing girl,<br />
Hey, that's absolutely ok with me!<br />
<br />
The world makes you believe<br />
your personality mustn't be detected,<br />
Your face must be picture perfect<br />
and wear clothes just the best, to be accepted.<br />
<br />
But maybe..<br />
Just maybe you know?<br />
I look at you<br />
and feel sorry that you're blind,<br />
Robots you have became,<br />
yourself you'll never find!!Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-88802290172096114972010-07-05T00:03:00.000-07:002010-07-05T00:03:17.690-07:00Sapno Ka VyapaarRishton ki iss andher nagri mein<br />
Ek kolaahal sa chhaya hai,<br />
Jhoothey vaade aur sasti kasmein lekar<br />
Aaj phir ek lutera aaya hai<br />
<br />
Pehchaan nahi paayega koi jhooth ko<br />
Aisi uski maya hai,<br />
Sunehrey sapney dikhata hai woh, Lage ke<br />
Jaise aankhon pe pada koi saaya hai<br />
<br />
Chhal kapat sab jeetey uskey<br />
Aaj dil ko phir koi bhaaya hai<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Bikhra chahat, yaadein kasmein bikhri<br />
Bewafai ko bhi aisi wafa se usne nibhaya hai<br />
<br />
Iss kadar huwa vaar, na sambhley hum<br />
Pyaar bhi aaj lajaya hai,<br />
Tanha chal pade the kabhi jis raah pe<br />
Khud ko aaj wahin phir se tanha paaya haiSutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-85595999028026837922010-05-19T07:05:00.000-07:002010-05-19T07:17:30.374-07:00Kuchh Kahee Kuchh AnkaheeJab rooh bojhal ho aati hai<br />Aankhein ho padti hai num,<br />Jo tum nahi toh kis se bhala<br />Kahengey dil ki baatein hum?<br /><br />Jab uljhan mein hota hai mann<br />Jab karwat leti hai dhadkan,<br />Jo tum nahi toh kis se bhala<br />Kahengey dil ki baatein hum?<br /><br />Jab dimag hota hai bechain<br />Jab uski dil se hoti hain anban,<br />Jo tum nahi toh kis se bhala<br />Kahengey dil ki baatein hum?<br /><br />Jab tark shakti pe parda sa chhaye<br />Jab khud se khud ko ho uljhan,<br />Jo tum nahi toh kis se bhala<br />Kahengey dil ki baatein hum?Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-86123366937235671962009-12-06T10:32:00.000-08:002010-02-22T09:57:44.781-08:00JEET – THE LOSERJeet looked out of the window towards the setting sun & wondered why his life didn’t set down as the sun did. It was painful to live a life of guilt. Five years. Five years of guilt to be precise. His life had changed & there was just nothing that he could do about it. Tears welled in his eyes as he looked out of the window. If only it had not happened, life would have been so different.<br /><br />He was jolted out of his thoughts by the loud arguments between his nephews. He looked at them. The thoughts came tumbling back to his mind. He was the one who had turned them into orphans. If only that wretched accident had not taken place. If only……..<br /><br />It had been a day to celebrate when his wife had told him that she was expecting their first child. His happiness had known no bounds. “A dinner followed by a drive” was what they had planned. His sister and her husband had also joined them. They had decided to leave the kids at home. After all, it was not often that they got the chance to spend time on their own. They went for a long drive.<br /><br />“One wrong turn and down you go!” Jeet had always said. He had been a safe driver, but not that day. The music in the car had been too loud for them to hear the honk of the oncoming truck. By the time he realized, it was too late. He swerved the car and it hit against the ratings. <br /><br />The next thing he remembered was waking up in the hospital.<br /><br />It had been a head-on collision. No one had survived. The doctors had given up hope on him too. They had said that he too would not survive. But survive he did. Survived to live the life of guilt. <br /><br />The accident had left him paralyzed. If only he had been a little more careful, the accident would not have taken place. His survival haunted him. The guilt was unbearable. He always wished that he had died along with the others, but fate had not decided that for him. If only he had not survived, he would not be living in his world of guilt. If only nobody had died in the accident ……….. Why did it happen to him? Why did he have to live a life of guilt? if only he could do something… if only… that was all that he thought all the while …… if only!<br /><br />He was jolted out of his thoughts by his nephews who were arguing in the corridor. It was their daily routine to play cricked in the long corridor! He looked at them with tears in his eyes. He blamed himself for turning them into orphans. <br /><br />“Uncle, here is your food.” <br /><br />He looked on, the feeling of guilt engulfing him.<br /><br />“Uncle, here is your dinner,” said Sahil, his eldest nephew. Jeet looked at him and smiled, “No, I shall join you at the dining table tonight. Can you wheel me there?” His nephew shot an amazed glance. Was he hearing right? He was delighted. Jeet’s parents looked at each other when they saw Sahil wheeling Jeet to the dining table. At last he was coming out of his cocoon. They were glad that he was making an attempt to get out of his shell.<br /><br />It was during one of the cricket games his nephews were playing that the through crossed his mind. It was one of the usual arguments when he intervened, “Why don’t you let me be the umpire? I know the game well, and of course, you will not argue either,” he said. His nephews were game for it, and then he joined them every evening to play with them.<br /><br />“Why don’t I also play with you all?” he asked, “one of you could wheel me and we can really have a good time. His nephews readily agreed. It was nice to see their uncle participate in their game. And it was during one of these games that it happened……<br /><br />Sahil was wheeling his uncle to take the run, and it happened in a matter of seconds. Sahil stopped, but his uncle on the wheel chair didn’t. Sahil watched in horror as he saw Jeet fall down the long winding staircase. He saw him cringe in pain for a few seconds. When he reached down, Jeet was a mere lifeless lump.<br /><br />Two years later …….<br /><br />Sahil looked out of the window towards the setting sun. Tears in his eyes he wondered why did it happen? <br /><br />If only, he had run slowly …. <br /><br />If only! Then Jeet would not have fallen down and died. Perhaps he was running too fast. He blamed himself for Jeet’s death. He looked at the wheelchair at the corner of the room. Why did he have to live a life of guilt? If only he could have stopped Jeet in time. <br /><br />He walked out of the room, with tears in his eyes. The feeling of guilt haunted him.<br /><br />If only …<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />No one had ever noticed the cleverly cut brake cables of the wheelchair.Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-64302622740982677222009-07-25T22:55:00.001-07:002009-07-25T22:57:05.726-07:00RamblingsWhy is it that things go awry<br />At times when we are happy<br />And content, prosperous, self satiated beings<br />Rational in thought and judgement<br /><br />I gave my wrath to a parent<br />Who did not know<br />What to do with something<br />That he had neither contributed to nor understood<br /><br />I gave my trust to a BFF<br />Who did not know<br />What to do with something<br />That she neither keep nor could break<br /><br />I gave my dubiousness to a friend<br />Who did not know<br />What to do with something<br />That she neither had instigated nor had control over<br /><br />I gave my heart to a man<br />Who did not know<br />What to do with something<br />That he neither desired nor could throw away<br /><br />But most of all..<br />I gave my injustice to my soul<br />Wallowing in self pity<br />And indulgent in sadness<br />Not knowing the severity of my crime!Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-61702127996805874052009-05-26T06:25:00.000-07:002009-05-26T07:35:56.600-07:00Aleya aila re!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfnJV-Iu0fZ4blqwUQ_KEBNm3NNI1mXKfkEzzAvwijVXglm7tSgmuRRoDLDwP1QPec_xVge25OWEXQ5ViYVvuoecTUwDLqIbT3Oy_B4HxEY3uOHT4d5pEHAz5AGa0_clLU7jiKHv8_jzo/s1600-h/Traffic+comes+to+a+standstill.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfnJV-Iu0fZ4blqwUQ_KEBNm3NNI1mXKfkEzzAvwijVXglm7tSgmuRRoDLDwP1QPec_xVge25OWEXQ5ViYVvuoecTUwDLqIbT3Oy_B4HxEY3uOHT4d5pEHAz5AGa0_clLU7jiKHv8_jzo/s320/Traffic+comes+to+a+standstill.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340137664399639570" border="0" /></a> Traffic comes to a standstill in Kolkata due to the uprooted trees and water clogging.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMI0gacjr2vLr6EszN3xnM-kNjNjKhWlsqpqH8SS5pjbhzML2VqxaXnUvCPbHRN9QKXNzazWyT8Fnpmj7tbCtsH8QOMy8L5GiS7a0bwUyiqBDS8kkAEJUf34uvPGNJrXCsPxdVNqhE-Fk/s1600-h/The+river+Ganges+remains+hungry+even+after+gobbling+down+a+jetty.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMI0gacjr2vLr6EszN3xnM-kNjNjKhWlsqpqH8SS5pjbhzML2VqxaXnUvCPbHRN9QKXNzazWyT8Fnpmj7tbCtsH8QOMy8L5GiS7a0bwUyiqBDS8kkAEJUf34uvPGNJrXCsPxdVNqhE-Fk/s320/The+river+Ganges+remains+hungry+even+after+gobbling+down+a+jetty.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340137658000958082" border="0" /></a> The mighty Ganges. Still hungry after gobbling down a jetty.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw5kZDfyaI7_rNYHNFRbYJTtciUSF-iBcMkF_S61wm8HtKvD7CeYWyvUcJ0Moon78NvmCMPDy3nXnABtZK0KXD4lEm7Tn3ibWrgsob1OPB6HYaHPqjeOKT8Y8TuN9LxmLbhKfhpeybSdc/s1600-h/A+bike+skids.+Scene+from+the+Vidyasagar+Setu.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw5kZDfyaI7_rNYHNFRbYJTtciUSF-iBcMkF_S61wm8HtKvD7CeYWyvUcJ0Moon78NvmCMPDy3nXnABtZK0KXD4lEm7Tn3ibWrgsob1OPB6HYaHPqjeOKT8Y8TuN9LxmLbhKfhpeybSdc/s320/A+bike+skids.+Scene+from+the+Vidyasagar+Setu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340137656145214530" border="0" /></a> Speed thrills, but it also kills!! A bike skids on the Vidyasagar Setu.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0twXMMuVOTn9e52Tjw21TD8SfDXTKRMta2sf_Du1CFHSpEwtcuvJSW5u7JYJRhq9pJolSOwm5fMHD6sbox_KSs2kUSiN1gCVPLf64zmUKTm-V5LnvA_BehlW6MdZkqJL7Z0PN6dEouyU/s1600-h/Police+at+the+mercy+of+nature%21+Shakespeare+Sarani.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0twXMMuVOTn9e52Tjw21TD8SfDXTKRMta2sf_Du1CFHSpEwtcuvJSW5u7JYJRhq9pJolSOwm5fMHD6sbox_KSs2kUSiN1gCVPLf64zmUKTm-V5LnvA_BehlW6MdZkqJL7Z0PN6dEouyU/s320/Police+at+the+mercy+of+nature%21+Shakespeare+Sarani.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340137417084892914" border="0" /></a> Police at the mercy of Mother Nature? A police jeep lies helpless in Shakespeare Sarani<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZmPwGHSqjs84MrwNyHkCERbAFYbzRHKsFNGoVJOdVnnqqc3MKQBK9ihziaTrDXdoH2ryPgb3XZBRi3T_PB7jqRVkx47z7YH9fO-5jU4zY9RmkFHH5qmDTLKl77-v9ufD7BkmD8ttDHE/s1600-h/Oh+the+weight%21%21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZmPwGHSqjs84MrwNyHkCERbAFYbzRHKsFNGoVJOdVnnqqc3MKQBK9ihziaTrDXdoH2ryPgb3XZBRi3T_PB7jqRVkx47z7YH9fO-5jU4zY9RmkFHH5qmDTLKl77-v9ufD7BkmD8ttDHE/s320/Oh+the+weight%21%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340137419628111138" border="0" /></a> Weight down by nature or by our own deeds?<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSTj_2b3hY2jy61lkpmnJc6ps4h1u6rFaEHNNDSrVTBEgWkHwfhh3PNsgUot1K9UmmFE1FSrmyGd2tOSGkTy_dmETfS6vqB8O7sUd-GyD9KKVObqfjG6D2X0oUe4LsnDDB9doFDwuVyI/s1600-h/Lamp+post+begs+for+mercy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSTj_2b3hY2jy61lkpmnJc6ps4h1u6rFaEHNNDSrVTBEgWkHwfhh3PNsgUot1K9UmmFE1FSrmyGd2tOSGkTy_dmETfS6vqB8O7sUd-GyD9KKVObqfjG6D2X0oUe4LsnDDB9doFDwuVyI/s320/Lamp+post+begs+for+mercy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340137416528248866" border="0" /></a> The lamp post bows down for mercy!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcciXEJTStG8MAPrRepaiZmtWr0Oi89oz1xEOmKrnFukHlpiPFfs_6qVjpE-Y3m6xZVrOBWHI0LCclzacmqL7XMkOYvk1URQO2NoZ9fa0mvQj7Fc-zGpiHZhYLuko9-VVwfJ5tg6PCjd8/s1600-h/A+ver+common+scene+on+Monday.+Bangur+Avenue.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcciXEJTStG8MAPrRepaiZmtWr0Oi89oz1xEOmKrnFukHlpiPFfs_6qVjpE-Y3m6xZVrOBWHI0LCclzacmqL7XMkOYvk1URQO2NoZ9fa0mvQj7Fc-zGpiHZhYLuko9-VVwfJ5tg6PCjd8/s320/A+ver+common+scene+on+Monday.+Bangur+Avenue.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340137404138129826" border="0" /></a> A very common scene on Monday. This particular one from Bangur Avenue.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgDAvh4QlFL987Rivqa3xdWV7L29jidogX4SIPECgQDiy6Y9fxb0vl5ImPn8b13o937MduiwQGGRnrwSEBaETwKHxUBuAXwgKotaSqB1CjK7a4DWFeg3CoxOIB5YZKBpoB0SzF_KpjBU/s1600-h/A+brave+yet+futile+attempt+to+keep+the+water+away.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgDAvh4QlFL987Rivqa3xdWV7L29jidogX4SIPECgQDiy6Y9fxb0vl5ImPn8b13o937MduiwQGGRnrwSEBaETwKHxUBuAXwgKotaSqB1CjK7a4DWFeg3CoxOIB5YZKBpoB0SzF_KpjBU/s320/A+brave+yet+futile+attempt+to+keep+the+water+away.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340137399867463474" border="0" /></a> A brave yet futile attempt to keep the water away!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The cyclone that shook Kolkata, the rest of Bengal and certain other parts left some deeply etched marks. I have tried to get some snaps but most of them are from the Anandabazar Patrika, 26th May,2009. So i really am sorry about the pathetic resolution of the pictures.Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-60800836985999475662009-05-25T09:42:00.001-07:002009-05-27T02:24:05.193-07:00Rains - Relief or a Reason to Wonder and Worry?What with all this rain and my laptop and my cell phone all going dead for a good couple of hours (there was a power cut in entire of North Kolkata due to the power disruption caused by the cyclone Aleya [Ayala according to some] that took about 30 lives in Kolkata alone) , i decided to stop procrastinating and start writing. Just general chit chat events, if not amazing things, which i cannot write anyway!!<br /><br />Went to sleep at three this morning and saw that it was drizzling. Pleasant breeze blowing. Jaak babba!! Uttopto Kolkatar buuk ektu thanda holo! But by nine in the morning, what was then a slight drizzle had turned into a torrential downpour accompanied by heavy gusts of wind and the frightening howl that only a cyclone can bring.<br />Ma and myself were running frantic in an attempt to keep the house dry as no matter all windows and doors that remained shut, the wind and the water somehow found their way through. All afternoon went in an effort to keep the water out. The water that was so welcome a couple of hours ago, had turned into nuisance and was soon turning into a terror!!<br />It was not without its reward though!! With the rains came the reason for "khichudi" and "kosha maangsho", the leisure of "muuri" and "peyaaNji" and the relish of coffee and long forgotten bits of anecdotes.<br />And then there was the television. It's perhaps not wrong to think that the Bengali always keeps a keen eye on all events that happen around him... no matter how material or immaterial!! We too keeping true to the tradition, tuned in to the news; partly because there was little else to do apart from eat and chit chat; and partly because we were concerned about the condition of the traffic with Baba not home yet. Tit bits of news kept floating around me as i munched the papad with concentration. People dying due to uprooted trees. Colonies flooded as water gushes inside. The adversely hit villages of Gosaba and Patharpratima in Sunderbans. We click our tongues and discuss about the sad plight they are facing at the moment.<br />Politics zooms in and we agree on Mamata Banerjee's accurate strategy of visiting Kakdwip instead to going to Delhi. We smile knowingly about the Chief Minister's decision to visit the affected areas. Babba.... etto din toh jaoya hoyni!! Mamata ashtei bujhi chhowk palte gelo? We are after all, the sitting-at-home-watching-TV-but-know-it-all Bengali!!<br />But then, the media has been always known to be a great influencer! The rains, the swaying of trees, the water making a mad rush, the upturned autos, the breaking down of the bank of the Ganges....it sends a chill down the spine. All of it does!! Just the enormity of it if not anything else.<br />Its just that all this rain and storm makes me wonder how trivial, how insignificant, how helpless we are in front of nature!!Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-21996038132305759542009-05-14T23:01:00.000-07:002009-05-14T23:24:34.191-07:00Back from Hibernation.Just yesterday i was posting comments on some one's photographic talent on his blog and his mail back made me realize that i too have a blog that has been dormant, passive... dead!!<br />But thanks to the inspirational note, i decided to come out of hibernation and start posting again.<br />Feels bad enough that almost half of this year is over and yet this is my first post of 2009.<br />I often wonder, why don't we write often? For me, writing is like penning down what we think, feel or perceive. And we do that all the time isn't it? I am talking about thinking silly!! So whats the harm is thinking with a pen and paper?<br />I plan to do it more often from now on and hope this wish lasts longer than my New Year resolutions!!<br /><br /><br />PO: Thanks Kankan... i owe you this!Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-32093643256611250522008-07-28T12:04:00.000-07:002008-07-28T12:25:15.247-07:00Rang er Khela...Biye te matro duto saari peyechhilo meye ta<br />Ashtomangolaye aaro ekta<br />Kintu taate theme thakeni jibon..<br />Swapno ki sudhu baroloker daas naki?<br />Laal, neel aar kamola..<br />Saari r ei teen rang niyei<br />Saajato se saari saari swapno<br />Laal rang mone koriye dito taake<br />Taar sinthir sindoor, haather pwala<br />Aar jiboner ushnotar katha..<br />Jaake ghire tar samoshto swapno<br />Shei maanushtir katha<br />Muukh tiipe haanshto se<br />Chupi chupi bolto se saari r kaane<br />"Tokke ghire ammar sarbosukh -<br />Tui holi ammar Laal pari.."<br /><br />Neel aar kamola?<br />Taateo toh shei swapner chhorachhori<br />Neel rang bhalobashar<br />Aabeg er haath dhore snigdhotar jogot e hariye jaoya<br />Shakol byastotar modhheyeo khuje paoya nijeke<br />Shei neel aakasher buuk e<br />Aar kamola?<br />Se toh ashay bhoriye tole jibon<br />Kamola sokhi r paan e cheye bole othe meyeti<br />Peyechhilam tommay ammi upohaar e<br />Kintu jodi tommay dite chai agaami diner shurjo ta<br />Phelte paarbe ki ammar daabi?<br /><br />Ei rang er khelay mete thaka<br />Kete gelo bochhor dui<br />Aar taar e maajhe kothay jeno<br />Olot paalot hoye gelo shomoshto hisheb<br />Jaar katha chhilo ushno aalingan e bhoriye rakhar<br />Shei jibon e niye elo sheetal ta<br />Taar kaamona aar moh er majhe<br />Meyetir natun naam holo "Kalonkini"<br />Haariye gelo shomoshto rang - Rang er khela..<br />Laal - Se ki aabeg nah aakrosh?<br />Neel bujhi sheetal ta?<br />Kamola surjo ta bhorer naki astacholer?<br />Ei sob er modhhei egiye chole jibon..<br />Sudhu muuchhe jaaye samoshto rang...<br /><br />Aar roye jaaye -<br />Shaada aar Kaalo r Maruubhoomi...Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-4637793730134069052008-07-28T11:03:00.000-07:002009-05-27T02:33:30.910-07:00Forgive MeForgive me for loving you<br />And I will forgive you for your indifference<br /><br />Forgive me for wanting you<br />And I will forgive you for hating my guts<br /><br />Forgive me for caring what happened to you<br />And I will forgive you for not bothering whether I lived or died<br /><br />Forgive me for wanting to cry on your shoulder<br />And I will forgive you for handing me the tissue paper instead<br /><br />Forgive me for dreaming about a life with you<br />And I will forgive you for taking away my dreams from me<br /><br />Forgive me for pampering your emotions<br />And I will forgive you for playing with mine<br /><br />Forgive me for showing up every time<br />And I will forgive you for conveniently vanishing whenever i needed you<br /><br />Forgive me for being proud of our relationship<br />And I will forgive you for getting embarrassed whenever we got mentioned<br /><br />Forgive me for wanting to be that support in your life<br />And I will forgive you for not wanting this unnecessary prop<br /><br />Forgive me for loving you for what you are<br />And I will forgive you for hating me for what I could never becomeSutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-31627580752991751362008-07-28T10:44:00.000-07:002008-07-28T10:50:39.676-07:00Courage<span style="font-family: arial;">You cannot ask me to write of courage<br />In a room<br />Filled with the breath of people<br />Who do not know me<br />Or hardly care about what i do<br />Papers shuffling,<br />Pens scribbling away furiously<br />A quick snatch of a word<br />Away from the eyes of the teacher<br /><br />No; I am not courageous<br />Do you mind?<br />Do you care?<br />I have learnt that presents aren't promises<br />Neither are kisses contracts<br />But I am yet to learn<br />How to accept my faults<br />Till then...<br />"Courage" will be just another word for me!!<br /><br /></span>Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-74956505291455141442008-07-28T10:27:00.000-07:002008-07-28T10:39:17.272-07:00My English Lecture<span style="font-family: arial;">I sit here in my class room<br />And see the proff delivering a lecture<br />On Bernard Shaw.<br />I look around at my class mates<br />Boring disinterested faces greet me.<br />Some reading novels<br />Some fiddling with their cell phones<br />Still others, making a brave effort<br />Not to doze off.<br />And me..?<br />I am trying to scribble something<br />To distract my attention<br />From the seductive call of sleep<br /><br />A bus honks by rudely<br />I disinterestedly look outside the window<br />My gaze is held.<br />I stop, and stare.<br />Outside the premises,<br />Is a bustee<br />I see a poor boy<br />Peering attentively at something<br />He is six years old, maybe seven.<br />I crane my neck to intrude into his privacy<br />What I see, sends a chill down my spine<br />He is holding a paper,<br />And the refill of a pen -<br />Probably thrown out by one of us<br />And he is trying to write something!<br /><br />I look back towards my class.<br />I see my designer clothes<br />I see my Woodland shoes<br />I see my air conditioned class room<br />And my expensive leather bag.<br />I see my brand new texts and copies<br />And for the first time,<br />I feel a pang of guilt in my heart!!<br /></span>Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-66305892985432387842008-07-28T10:00:00.000-07:002008-07-28T10:26:43.396-07:00The Pied Piper's Pandemonium<span style="font-family: arial;">It is a dark abyssmal world<br />And i go sinking<br />Down...<br />Deep down<br />Into some bottomless pit<br />Into some shelter<br />Somewhere...</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> where i can hide<br />Anywhere<br /><br />Because i am too scared to face this world<br />My mask has been ripped off..<br />I have been stripped naked<br />I am vulnerable<br />I am scared.<br />I don't want to get hurt.<br />It has happened before...but not anymore<br />Please God!! Not anymore<br /><br />I see this rat race - game of Survival of the Fittest.<br />The fittest - but still a rat.<br />A filthy despicable rat<br />It manipulates justice with its tears<br />I despise it. I hate it.<br />Actually no - I pity it.<br />It uses silent weapons when I stand unarmed<br />Does it deserve pity even?<br /><br />The rat is smirking at me<br />But no - wait!!<br />Where did the rat go?<br />Its face has merged into my friend's<br />I see more and more friends<br />No - I see more and more rats!<br />What is it that i see?<br />Friends? Rats?<br />I do not know!<br />I do not care! Not anymore.<br /><br />But what about me?<br />I am still naked - stripped of my mask!<br />But no - the rats will not eat me up.<br />This is my Hamelin.<br />I will be my own piper<br />I will lead the rats to their fatal destiny..<br />But wait -<br />Before anything else i have to put on my mask<br /><br />It suffocates me<br />I am dying inside it<br />I am helpless<br />But i will wait.<br />Wait...<br />Till the last rat leaves my blessed Hamelin<br />Wait...<br />Till the pandemonium is cleared.<br /></span>Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-59279056991360965252008-07-28T09:42:00.000-07:002008-07-28T09:56:11.517-07:00Friend<span style="font-family: arial;">When anger clamps clear reasoning and thought<br />When it seems I have lost all battles fought<br />When I think I am right, the world thinks I am not<br />When there is failure in all avenues sought<br /><br />When all options seem to end<br />I am reminded of you my friend<br />Who for me all rules will bend<br />Who always has a patient ear to lend<br /><br />Whose presence brightens my day<br />Who shows me an unventured way<br />Stay long after the last hope ray<br />And sticks by me, come what may<br /><br />Who convinces the world that i am right<br />Looks at things from my point of sight<br />Who for the truth shall fight<br />Who sees in every darkness a ray of light<br /><br />I try and try and break his patience<br />I ditch him and sever all his relations<br />And am i not justified in doing so?<br />After all i am a "Human Being"<br />The VERY BEST OF GOD'S CREATION!!<br /><br /><br /></span>Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-29313633597111683172008-07-28T09:19:00.000-07:002008-07-28T09:40:20.984-07:00Byarthota..<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Neela tumi shundor, tumi khoob bhalo<br />Neela tumi mishti, jodio tumi kaalo..<br />Neela ammar chhotto prithibir aalo<br /><br />Ei chhilo biyer aage<br />Ammay niye tomar bhabna...<br />Diner modhhe katobaar je bolte<br />Neela, I love you - love you - love you.<br /><br />Neela tommar haanshi etto shundor je tumi haanshle jeno<br />Sonali jhwarna neme aashe aakasher buuk e...<br />Aar tommar chuul? Tommar chuul dekhle mone hoy<br />Jeno amaboshhyar andhokaar neme eshechhe prithibir buuk e..<br /><br />Aar aaj...?<br />Jokhon biyer duu bochhor purno hote cholechhe<br />Kato bodle gechho Neel tumi<br />Ekhon tomar Neelar haanshi, katha; kichhui bhalo laage nah tommar!!<br /><br />Ei bhalobeshechhile Neel tumi ammay..<br />Je duu bochhorei haariye gelo tommar bhalobasha?<br /><br />Tommar jonne Neel ammi Baba - Ma - Baari<br />Emonki nijer "surname" tao chhere diyechhilam...<br />Tar puroshkar shwaroop ei bujhi aaj tumi<br />Chhere chole jele ammay?<br /><br />Ammar khoob jaante ichhe kore Neel<br />Tommar bhaalobasha, shei mishti - mishti katha,<br />Shei shob e tahole miththhe chhilo?<br /><br />Ki nishthoor tumi Neel!<br />Sudhu ekta moh er jonne<br />Ettodiner somporko ke payer twolaye<br />Maariye dite paarle tummi Neel?<br /><br />Ekdin katha diyechhile tumi<br />Tommar Neela ke tumi chharbe nah kokhono eka..<br />Othocho aaj Neela eka...<br />Ekdom eka...<br /><br />Se ki khay, ki pore<br />Mukta r katha bhaabte giye<br />Neelar katha bhaabar<br />Sommoy tommar kothay?<br /><br />Sunechhilam Neel,<br />Neela sabbar sojhho hoy nah..<br />Tobbe etta jaana chhilo nah je<br />Neelar sthaan Mukta o dokhol korte paare!!<br /></span></span>Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-16486153249584943572008-07-25T10:58:00.000-07:002008-07-25T11:05:30.105-07:00Yun hi apne liye..<div class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st">Raah chalte yun toh mile the kayee log</div> <div class="msg Nth">Nah jaane unn mein se kyun bhaa gaye tum?</div> <div class="msg Nth">Jaana tha ke dil todoge,</div> </div> <div class="chat out"> <div class="msg 1st"> <div class="icon"> </div><span class="salutation"></span>Par kaash ke tumhe samjha paati iss khokhli hansi ke peechey chhipa hai kaunsa afsaana..<br /><br /></div> <div class="msg Nth">Tumhe paakar lagaa tha ke paaya hai ek sahaara</div> <div class="msg Nth">Jo pyaar karega mujhe bina naap tol ke hi</div> <div class="msg Nth">Lekin tumne bhi dil mein nah jhaanka</div> <div class="msg Nth">Auron ki tarah,<br />Tum bhi dhokhe mein aa gaye iss chehre ki...</div> </div>Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-50936281734229498762007-10-07T01:39:00.000-07:002007-10-07T02:17:18.935-07:00HisaabKisko hisaab doon?<br />Raah chalte log maangtey hain<br />Hisaab.<br />Ghar aati hoon<br />Apne bhi maangtey hain<br />Hisaab.<br />Office jaati hoon<br />Toh sahayogi aur seniors bhi<br />Naam poochtey hain<br />Haal poochtey hain<br />Aage peechey agal bagal<br />Jhaanktey hain<br />Prashnon ke cheentey uchhaaltey hain<br />Main avaak...<br />Kya uttar doon??<br />Wo isse maun sehmati maan<br />Aarop bhi lagatey hain<br />Mera "main" chadha bazaar mein,<br />Boliyaan lagti hain..<br />Mera mann tull raha hai<br />Vyaktitva ho gaya hai khokhla,<br />Kamaye saare yash pheekey<br />Shram bekaar...<br />Aarop ho gaye hain damdaar wazandaar...<br />Meri zindagi meri nahi,<br />Apna dhang apni shailly..<br />Tulaa pe tool gayee hoon<br />Aur log hisaab maangtey hain...<br />Kisko hisaab doon?<br /><br />Unhe pata nahi<br />Maine har din apne ko<br />Apni tulaa par rakhkar<br />Toley hain apne armaan aur aarzoo<br />Saare sapney<br />Aur tumharey woh bhaari bharkam aarop<br />Meri tulaa par halke saabit huye<br />Par...<br />Kisko hisaab doon??Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-50002211587209594172007-10-07T01:22:00.000-07:002007-10-07T01:30:58.462-07:00Main Gandhari......Tum chahte the<br />Main gandhari bani rahoon<br />Aankhon pe pattiyan baandh loon....<br />Maine pattiyan baandh li<br />Lekin,<br />Kaano se suna, aahaton se jaana<br />Hone lage bhrashtachar, anarth, apmaan<br />Balaatkaar<br />Juloos aur naare<br />Sweth vastron ke peechey<br />Chipey kaarnaamey kaale<br />Bhookh se tadapte<br />Dahshath se kaanpte<br />Mahamaari se bilbilate<br />Joojhte marte nireeh jeev....<br />Aantank...kewal aatank!!<br />Yehi sab nah dikhane ke liye<br />Tumne mujhse chhal kiya<br />Gandhari banaya...<br />Nah dekhne ki sazaa di??<br />Kaash! Main pattiyan nah baandhti<br />Kar jaati tumhari avhelna,<br />Toh shayad yeh Mahabharat nah hota;<br />Dharti ko yeh sazza nah miltee....Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-6934441895744453272007-10-06T03:12:00.000-07:002007-10-06T03:22:31.000-07:00Questions UnansweredThe lab class<br />70 laptops, the teachers assignment<br />The hum of the fan<br />The buzz of the class,<br />A tranquility all around....<br /><br />Is that it<br />Or is there more?<br />Tranquility all around<br />Or the calm before the storm?<br />They say its what you percieve....<br /><br />Friends and foes<br />Joys and woes<br />Whats the truth behind it all?<br />Faces - diverging and converging,<br />Different and yet all the same....<br /><br />Once a friend<br />Is always a friend,<br />Thats what they said to me.<br />But the world sings a different song<br />Words of which i know not....<br /><br />Who am i?<br />Who are u?<br />Why are we here?<br />Questions, questions and some more questions!!<br />Questions unanswered....Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-46896030227057552062007-08-21T09:14:00.000-07:002007-08-21T10:09:16.296-07:00tht scared meHeyy....hi everyone!! Kno wht happened a few minutes ago?? My landlady is out and shez this super female who thinks u need to be a rocket scientist to know how to operate the aquaguard...so she locks the kitchen behind her!! Poor me!! So i keep the water in a covered bucket!! Today, as i was about to refill my bottle, wt do i see?? This huuuugggggeeee rodent sitting on top of the bucket!! And jesus!! Its half dead......im scared out of my wits!! So wht do i do?? I shout!! As loud as my vocal chords would allow me!! The next door neighbour comes out and she calls the watchman who gets rid of the creepy creature. Thank god!! My neighbour is sweet though!! She also gives me two bottles of water so that so that i can manage for the night and asks me to return for more in the morning. Thats generous of her! Specially keeping the fact in mind that my landlady takes extra care not to talk to "petty housewives" like her. Well!! I wonder what i would have been doing if this "petty housewife" hadnt come forward to help in response to my shrieks.<br />Rest the day was as usual. Went to my insti but attendence in class was jus about 30% because of some kind of Jharkhand bandh. I am happy today. Got my tickets done for going home during the Puja vacations. The only advantage that we had because of the bandh was that the lab classes got cancelled. But...one of my favourite proffs....he teaches Statistics, failed to turn up too!! Today, i was reading about Conflict management in Orkut....really made me think. I think i want ot explore this field a little more. And rest is usual....my roomie is thinking abt quitting the insti, says she cant handle the pressure anymore. I think thats jackshit of an excuse. She never wanted to do this in the first place.....so y come?? If you cant convince yourself of ur capabilities, hw do u expect people to have faith in you??Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475813861512691390.post-77896248007047629862007-08-20T10:48:00.000-07:002007-08-20T11:11:16.764-07:00bak againHey!! Im bak again....bak to blog or back to bug!! wteva!! actually....though its kinda difficult to admit it....im feelin kinda lonely n sad!! i mean i hope u understand!! kno wt?? when i saw my previous post...i felt so happy. at last all tht was out from my mind. n it looked so preety on the page. white on black. I love black. It absolutely turns me on!! U might think im weird, but trust me, im not!! why does black always remind u of sadness, gloom and death?? Kno wt black reminds me of?? Of a beutiful black mini dress!! or maybe the beautiful sky alight with stars....and sooooo many dreams like those stars!! Far, yet not unachievable!! Even a gorgeous saree studded with diamonds!! Black- the colour of power. Black- the ultimate colour.<br />nyway...wt was i sayin?? yeah...im feelin lonely. actually im goin thru dis dilemmna about wt to do wid my life?? i mean my parents expect me to get married some yrz down the line and probably i will....eventually. But what abt nw?? im doin my masters in Management wid a specialisation in IT coz thts wht my dad thought i cud do....so basically im here fulfillin my dad's dreams!! Not tht i mind as long as the job pays!! But wt abt my dreamz?? Whr r they?? I mean....shit man!! The only thing i can do is talk...n maybe write. If i belong anywhr in the sphere of management its HR, defintely not IT...i dunno jackshit abt IT. But i dont wanna quit. I dont wanna see his dreams goin dwn the drain....its jus not done!! But thn...wht abt me?? See wht i mean?? GOD!!! am i upset!!Sutapa Mukherjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17240005241278331986noreply@blogger.com2