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http://www.quora.com/Bonisha-Bhattacharyya

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So let me say : That i'm writing because i have been asked to. i dont like to write on you any more you know. you are a loathsome piece of shit. and why should i tell you anything happening with me? why? who exactly are you? a piece of undigested mustard who i want to abuse all the time? Why? The other posts that you have on you? they rot. rot of filth and sewage water. rot of teenage trivials. I'm not teenage. who gave you the right to tell people the otherwise? You are a beggar. A beggar on who i'm currently writing. GO away. Donot show me your face. I think you need to die like he died. No, die.

Now

a frog. one in a pond. a girl. one outside. a boy. in the water. all three love each other. the froglovestheboylovesthegirllovesthefrog. the frog wants to step out of the pond. the girl wants to drink some water. and the boy wants some companion to play ball. They go their ways.

set title

Hello. Set, tittle. title. tytlal. goodbye.

Will be right back!

When i was speaking about this "viral" in the last post, little did i know that i would be taken up/ pursued by the Chiken pox virus.

SCREW YOU CP.

Moving on, i dont quite like it, but i dont absolutely loathe it.
I'm at home ( no- thats not why) , im eating icecream ( no, not that too).

I think i'm free (enough) to sit at home and listen to some good songs on you tube- yes, that's right. I'm 22- go kill yourself.

I'M WORKING FROM HOME!

no- i shouldnot sound happy.
especially because my xmas got spent watching "how i met your mother"- and their xmas series- how fitting! *whatever weirdo*.

I really want my new year to work out. REALLY.DO.SOMETHIN? SOME-THING?
Anyway, i dont know if i'm going to be writing again before i leave for Delhi to complete my final semester (MA)(WOOHOO).

The break hasn't been great- i got CP?!?!
BUT , hasnot been all that bad, i'v been home all through, lazying, making a vacation- a vacation. NOT STRESSING with the everyday!

Love you bony:) , I hope i complete my Masters (in english literature)really well, and come back home with flying colours!..to begin with a new exciting amazing journey:)

Cio untill then!

Well,come.

So hello.

A new semester to begin, a new five months to deal with, and what one's getting- is a mere three weeks (in between) to unwind.

Why bother? *teen hafte bhi kyun diyen yaar?*

Anyway, i find myself parked in Kolkata for the time being, with a bloody viral-fever to celebrate my arrival-mind you. As dramatic, as I am.This is stressing.

Dadu may have to undergo an operation, but there are various discourses to whether or not he should or would need to. This is stressing.

My train journey to kolkata was NAICE.
I had an Iraqi playing "killtheAmerican" on his some flashy *wai wai* gaming keyboard. I also had two turks talking about crystals and flirting with any random woman they saw or met (i was not an exception), a Bangladeshi family, an annoying kid (are kids ALWAYS annoying?), and a very quiet (or i dont know) Assamese.

I dont have much to write about, just right now, apart from venting about how i dont have any system to operate from , here , in my Kolkata branch office.This is stressing.

I also , had,i think, lost a lot of weight, last month-thanks to the exam stress. But i think, i'v begun to put on, again.(Will i ever be please stable?)This is stressing.

Okay,bye.

Abaar Daekha Hobe

Its strange how i look at my previous posts and feel that they are either rotten, or too 16 yr old for a 22 year old.


In the next two days, ill be off to Delhi, to begin my M.A. final year. I donot know if i'd be writing on this blog , again.
My life in Delhi hardly allows a time-out.
College to Office to Hostel.
In other words, Mess to Mess to mess.

I have been thinking and not-thinking since the last time i wrote on you.
Days passed, i chucked plans, postponed tickets, fought more, met an astrologer, cried, laughed, sat whistling in the rain, oiled my hair, ate watermelons, over-ate, smoked hookah, missed a few people, broke-up, stood alone, stood together, dreamt and others.

The two month kolkata stay has been hectic more than any thing else, but a coming of age.The glam factor is worn out, and i know that no place can give me inner peace. NO PLACE. Its something that i have been looking for. Maybe i could buy it, if i get it.
I am travelling back to the city with a cluttered head, much like how it has been since the time i left home. Im travelling back with more uncertainity. However, the difference this time- I shall let it be.
If things dont go my way anyway, why push?

Its almost like i feel my zombie-ness, almost like im depressed beyond the word depressed. But it doesnot matter. I will have to live on.

Good health- something that i wish deeply for, now.

Wish me luck Blog.
Wish me that i return to you, healthy,happy,and in a year-not because of anything else, but because i'd be successfully done with my Masters by then.