When time ends, this morning, and the hidden memories are wrinkled

Happy , Happy, Happy. My father alwyas warned me that happiness is limited, so we should spend it properly. I dont believe, there is nothing limited in this world. Its our fault , its our limitation that we can only think about limited things, we only think when we are forced to think, we only think staying inside our limited resources of experiences and close all the other possibilities of feedback. Ritwik Ghatak once told a student "practise thinking". Yes it is very important. There are no particular ways of thinking, and there are nothing called good way of thinking or bad way of thinking. Every second our mind thinks, sometime we dont even know what is she thinking about. We just try to control our mind and make it to think with us. But it is not supposed to be that way. It is we who should make ourselves think with our mind.
Today everyone is in a phislosophical mood, so I thought I should add my pakao philosophies too. Saurabh bhaiya as usual can easily become the prophet in a world where people have good sense of humor and open mind to accept new things. I dont know the last time when I learned so many things from a single person, I also dont remember the last time when I had so many galis from a single person. After this academic year, as the life of a graduate student has this as the unit of year, I will miss those b.b (balcony bashing), b.f (balcony fundebaji) and b.s (balcony smoking) days with him. As I lokk back to my two years of masters in europe today, I dont feel that it was at all fruitless. I didnt produce that much mathematically that i was supposed to produce, given the motivation and background i had in mathematics after undergarduation. But then I learned so many things. I learned how to live and not succumb to the pressure of the outside world. I learned how to be happy with small things. I learned how to enjoy alone. Srushti is basically a funny creature, who thinks and produces trash philosophies ( better than mine offcourse), but he is very helpful. His room in weekends in paris was a real escape for me. All those experiments of cooking and chutiyapa has made me a good marriage material . See I can cook reasonably, I have a weird sense of umor (aleast I have it ok), I can live with other human beings peacefully, I can talk about nonsense for a long time, I like kids, I am happy with the option of being a househusband or a dog, and most importantly I dont get bored with anything after this two years.
So srushti told me that he liked the songs I recorded last year in Paris. He is the second person to say that. And I am very happy that atleast there exists two human beings who liked them. One of the songs was written for one of my friends. His name is Saurabh Shaw. But we know him as Chasa (farmer) (for his dehati way of living), hulo (for his love for cats and he also looks like male cats). the song was an attempt to make this phenomena called chasa in every college. The lyrics is vulgar and dont try to understand it if you dont appreciate vulgarity.

Myao Myao chasa,
moder gorob asha,
kokhono awush amon dhan, kokhono desi aon dhan,
shokale lota haate mathe ghate bosha,
shay j trendy chasa , chay rendi khasa,
kokhono menir telephone, kohono nijer guprodhon
babai-e haat buliye dnat keliye hasa.

chashi bhai khetekhute, bhablo bekar e jawani
onekdin beral chude gonorrhea-r hoyrani
gamla gamla birjo dhele chashar shine shirshirani
pokar marar worldcup-a chasha jitlo menir joni
tarpor jemonti hoy, e golpo same golpo noy
mondirer kone shesh bhalobasha
myao myao myao chasha.


The second song is a non vulgar one, and maybe it is not that good, but it has a very fresh tune :

amar bhalobasha kothay umi aaj,
jokhon shomoy shesh hoy
shatshokale aaj
paat kora shob smriti te porlo bhnaj.

r pache tomar amar prem bnache
jholshe jay kono kobita
paar kore shomoy-thomoy joto achhe
gupto ajke shobita
table konay thongay thongay shobdo aaj hochche jobdo
cable theke tv chhoray dirghoswash
table konay thongay thongay shobdo aaj hochche jobdo
shower khule khamkhelyalir srabon mash.
amar bhalo basha kothay tumi aaj
jokhon shomoy shesh hoy shaatshokale aaj
paat kora shob smritite porlo bhnaj.

Bt my favourite songs remain ai raat, the lyrics is a bit immature but anyway it was written 3 years back.
There are few poeple who are so lovable that you can not help yourself . Yes I have met this kind of people, most of the time when i am in a very bad phase of my life. And most of the time after the bad phase is over they leave, it is like that always. Every sentence is terminated by a full stop. But, hey, the last sentence of this blog is not , I just l