Thursday, October 25, 2007

Thesis of "BONGS"

Overview
There are two kinds of Bengalis that I know. Probashi or Expatriate Bengalees, a fairly large and diverse group about which I can't write as I am one of them. And Bengalees who are from Kolkata. This group is incorrectly known as Bongs, as they are merely a subset. However, this is the only group which matters. Gokhale told of them, long years back, 'What Bengal thinks today, India thinks tomorrow.' To which Rene Descartes responded, 'I think (today), therefore I am (Bengali).' Like all other Nobel Prize Winners, Oscar Awardees and most successful Indian cricket captains, Rene Descartes was also a Bong (this fact is not known outside of Kolkata).

Physical Description: The Bong has a large head, glasses, glistening hair and dark skin. Older Bongs develop an ample stomach to balance their large heads. This happens by the age of 25. They smell of Keo Karpin hair oil. The average life expectancy is 65 years. What is even more impressive is what they do in those years. Outside Kolkata, regardless of weather, sex or age, Bongs can be seen in Monkey Caps. This is a must-have accessory as well as a sign to recognize other Bongs. (please see second update for more). The Bongling can often be recognised in either over-sized or under-sized school uniforms. The Bong mother's second biggest fear (See diet for the biggest one) is that the 'porer bochor o lomba hoye gele abar notun skirt kinte hobe!!' or 'Next year, if you grow taller, we'll again have to buy a new skirt!!' Thus, the school uniform is selected to last at least three years. Thus the uniform sits as conspicuously on the Bongling as the plumage ! of a macaw.

Early Years: While most Bongs are born with innate talents in singing, dancing, painting, film-making, cooking or embroidery, their creative talents are honed even before they can start speaking. Frequent meets are organised between infants and their successful ancestors and other relatives. MA degrees (preferably from Cambridge , at least from Presidency or Jadobpoor) are displayed over the cots. The infant is exposed to the best of Bengali thought - Marx, Bentham, Kalidas, Tolstoy, Chekov*. This increases the sizes of their heads and the height of their ambitions. Similar examples, though rare, can be found in European tradition as well, like in the case of Mozart. In India , however, Bongs have the sole preserve on such activity during infancy. Soon, when they grow up a little, their characters are honed in the best of schools. Here, I am not referring to the South Points, La Marts, Don Boscos , Xaviers and all. They are important in the nurture a Bong child goes through. What is even more important are the schools the Bong child passes through before school and after school. Many a Bong child wakes up at five o'clock in the morning to attend swimming classes. After one hour of swimming, he attends tennis coaching before rushing off to one of the South Points, LaMarts etc. mentioned above. School finishes by two or so, from where he scoots along to Singing/ Instrumental Music/ Dance Classes, then tuition (for at least three of all five subjects). He rounds off the day with coaching on either Debating or Quiz.

Many a Bong mother will carry the child along through this day, feeling equally energised. This behaviour is again not restricted to Bongs. It also seen within kangaroos in Australia who rush along from one clump to another bush.

Growing up: Soon the Bong attains adolescence, doesn't find friends of his age (since everyone is competing for the Nobel Prize or the Indian captaincy) and finds intimacy in conversation in his/her parents and poems of T.S.Eliot and Pablo Neruda. When school ends, they move on to the good colleges- Presidency, Xavier's or IIT Kharagpur. The best of them, though, move straight to Joo (Jadobpoor). However, in recent years, Dilli (Stephen's obviously) is becoming the preferred destination for some escapists. In colleges, they decorate their rooms with books or portraits of Robi Guru (Tagore). On the opposite wall, men would have posters of Che/Maradona and women would have Enrique Iglesias, thus expressing solidarity with Latin American culture. All of them share equal interest in the Bong-Rock (Bhumi, Chondrobindu, Cactus, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin and Deep Purple).

Later Years: Bongs mature early. Critics have said that they grow old early, but that is nothing but old hat. Years of toil and Eliot would obviously bestow wisdom. The reason they look older is because the sole purpose of a Bong's life is to win the Nobel Prize or the Oscars (and in recent years, captain the Indian team). With great responsibility comes great age. Add to it the chlorine in the swimming pools and you know why Bongs grey prematurely. As far as their mission in life is concerned, they have been very successful at it. Every Indian Nobel Prize winner has been Bong (the others who weren't don't matter). So have the Oscar Awardees. And most successful Cricket Captains. And Bipasha Basu. Once Bongs have kids though, their mission on life changes. The only raision de'etre for them is making sure that their progeny achieves the heights that they could (or couldn't). Hence, they are mostly found outside of schools, colleges and tuition classes.

Diet: Diet is as important as Robindro Shongeet. There's nothing that a Bong can't eat. However, they prefer protein over other food groups. The largest source of protein for them is fish, then meat, and then mishti (sweets) made from milk. More than fish itself, it is the knowledge of fish which is coveted and enjoyed. Carbohydrates are tolerated if they are fried in oil or if it is accompaniment to fish. Luchis (somewhat like aPuri), Telebhajas (pakoras) and Phuchkas (Paani Puri) are the favoured source of carbohydrates. The young Bengali though invariably always has Farex, Lactogen and Waterbury 's Compound. As far as the most important meal of the day is concerned, please do note that what dieticians have been saying in the last few years, Bongs have known for centuries. Breakphast/tiphphin is an occasion where the entire family comes together, to watch the office-going Bong male and school-bound Bonglings eat. The Bong woman's biggest fear is that 'Shokale bhaat dal mach bhaaja na kheye beriye gailo' or 'In the morning, He went out without eating rice, dal and fish fry.' To round off the calories, Dal is often accompanied by aaloo bhaate, aaloo bhaja, potol bhaaja and various other heartily fried stuff. Not for the faint-hearted.

Mating and procreation: A few Bongs end up being in relationships, which lead to love marriage. This is sometimes shown in movies and song. However, most do not have any such social malignancy and end up marrying the woman of their mother's dreams or men of their father's choosing. This results in mixing the right genes for the next cycle of Bongs. Love marriage, by its very nature, is random. It sometimes results in tragedy, like marrying into another country (most often, India). Hence, it is avoided, wherever possible.


Social Life: Adda, robindro shongeet and cha....Repeat.
Do note that the young Bong doesn't have a social life (at least not till he wins the Nobel or gets a Government job). And phootball. the Bongs have had an illustrious history of achievement in football. Every para (neighbourhood) has stories of when they won the World Cup at the expense of the next one. The last time it happened in my parent's para was in 1986, when Argentina won in Mexico . Diego Maradona, who looks Bhodrolok enough, give or take a few lines of coke, scored famously using his hand, a skill which he learnt in Kolkata.Over the last few years, Brazil has been gladdening the hearts of many Zicos who were born in Kolkata around 1982-86. The only team which is not Bong is Germany as they play with more efficiency and no creativity, which thus is not amenable to adda. Do not ask of a Bong doing anything on the phootball field as then the Bong will keep you occupied about Jakarta ,1962. 'Chuni Goswami je Ball tule dilo PK ke. Match-er aagei bolechilo, 'Ekta Ball debo. Daam kore maarish. Gol hobe'.' Chuni Goswami put a football up for PK (Banerjee). He told him before the match itself, 'I will give you one ball. Hit it with a bang.Goal will happen.' Obviously, it is also the crowning moment of Indian phootball.

Habitat: While you may find a Bong in other places (like occasionally in offices), the best time to observe a Bong is in his natural habitat - the best of colleges, the best of schools, the best of coffee houses. It is here that he will tell you about Balzac while she will recite poetry with gay abandon. To mix in with the Bong, apply Keo Karpin to your hair and carry a jhola. Hopefully, they won't notice your small head. Do not worry about not knowing the language as the Bong likes being heard.

Famous Bongs: Many famous Bongs have been referred to in this extract. Hence, this section is used to debunk that big myth about Bongs. People believe that Bong men can't be hunky. If so, then what about Abhishek Bachchan (via mother), Saif Ali Khan (via mother), John Abraham (via girlfriend), Hritik Roshan (via grandmother).

Bongs in Literature, Film, Art: Everywhere you care to look.

Closing Word :
Being Bong at the end of the day is a state of mind. Or, a case of being discovered by them. Best of luck.


Wednesday, October 17, 2007

feels so stupid



am a bong i think i sometime forget that or dont try to remember it coz am missiing all the good parts of it......like attending the durga puja and buying new clothes for the occasion ....and missing the spirit of bengal while am working on my college lab ....so stupid

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

stranger than all the movies








the strangest movie that i have seen starts with a guy doing his usual norms in proper routine narrated by a female....SUDDENLY ...one day the guy starts hearing his narrators voice in his head.....and he consult some doctors and nothing happens ......and an phychedelic authors life is shown whose every novel ends wih the death of the hero .......thats the picture of the author who tells a sory bout a man whose life is full of tragedy.......




now one day he go concious as the girl in the head said something bout death......so he tries to live to the fulest and falls in love wih this beautiful female



see how these two are having fun.......before this th guy looked as dumb and lifeless as this










then suddenly by chance with the help of a fellow author friend of his he came to kno that the psychedelic author is writing a story which has a ending with the death of the hero and her voice is just like the voce in his head.......and he now tries desarately to meet this female who is oout to end his beautiful life with a death.....so when he meets this female she comes to kno what is happening actually and she get scared and she hands over the script to him and she finds out when she types something in her typewriter(to do the final copy of the story from rough)that thing happens in real life of that guy....

now this is fiction ....but good different fiction.....so finally the guy reads the end of the story and finds his death to be very nice and falls in love the story and tells the author not to change the ending ,and let him die......
........now for the last part check out the movie...hehe....
if the story sounds very confusing then its bcoz of my lack in simple sentence construction...the movie is extremely well made with good speacial effects


for more details check :http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0420223/


till then happy durga puja which starts from tomorrow


Layne Thomas Staley (music)

u must have heard him....when he screams in "love hate love".....if not then do it now....this guy can actually guide ur thought .....trust me it works with all of u....he was the lead vocalist and co-lyricist of the famous grunge band "alice in chains" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_in_Chains .Well this guy was also the frontman of the short lived band mad season.
His fellow band members in alice in chains include:
Jerry Cantrell,
Sean Kinney,
Mike Inez,
William DuVall
they recorded albums like:

Studio Albums: Facelift Dirt Alice in Chains TBA
EPs: We Die Young Sap Jar of Flies
Live Albums: MTV Unplugged Live

so dont be late and check them out........

if u want to kno bout the singer layne staley then click on this http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Layne_Staley

my personal favourite songs include:
dont follow
rooster
down in a hole
i stay away
nutshell
man in a box
love hate love

note:these albums are very rare these days ...if u r lucky u might find these....but buy it when u find it ......speacially the "mtv unplugged" one .....i will borrow it for a while and if u find the cassette of mtv unplugged then call me and leave the cassette for me or a better choice will be to gift it to me

born to kill (based on true story)


listening to :hey joe (led zeppelin)


this morning i heard this unbelievable story which goes just like this


Countess Erszebet Bathory was a breathtakingly beautiful, unusually well-educated woman, married to a descendant of Vlad Dracula of Bram Stoker fame. In 1611, she was tried - though, being a noblewoman, not convicted - in Hungary for slaughtering 612 young girls. The true figure may have been 40-100, though the Countess recorded in her diary more than 610 girls and 50 bodies were found in her estate when it was raided.
The Countess was notorious as an inhuman sadist long before her hygienic fixation. She once ordered the mouth of a talkative servant sewn. It is rumoured that in her childhood she witnessed a gypsy being sewn into a horse's stomach and left to die.
The girls were not killed outright. They were kept in a dungeon and repeatedly pierced, prodded, pricked, and cut. The Countess may have bitten chunks of flesh off their bodies while alive. She is said to have bathed and showered in their blood in the mistaken belief that she could thus slow down the aging process.
Her servants were executed, their bodies burnt and their ashes scattered. Being royalty, she was merely confined to her bedroom until she died in 1614. For a hundred years after her death, by royal decree, mentioning her name in Hungary was a crime.
Cases like Barothy's give the lie to the assumption that serial killers are a modern - or even post-modern - phenomenon, a cultural-societal construct, a by-product of urban alienation, Althusserian interpellation, and media glamorization. Serial killers are, indeed, largely made, not born. But they are spawned by every culture and society, molded by the idiosyncrasies of every period as well as by their personal circumstances and genetic makeup.
Still, every crop of serial killers mirrors and reifies the pathologies of the milieu, the depravity of the Zeitgeist, and the malignancies of the Leitkultur. The choice of weapons, the identity and range of the victims, the methodology of murder, the disposal of the bodies, the geography, the sexual perversions and paraphilias - are all informed and inspired by the slayer's environment, upbringing, community, socialization, education, peer group, sexual orientation, religious convictions, and personal narrative. Movies like "Born Killers", "Man Bites Dog", "Copycat", and the Hannibal Lecter series captured this truth.
Serial killers are the quiddity and quintessence of malignant narcissism.
Yet, to some degree, we all are narcissists. Primary narcissism is a universal and inescapable developmental phase. Narcissistic traits are common and often culturally condoned. To this extent, serial killers are merely our reflection through a glass darkly.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

almost got forgotten by the world


have u ever felt that u r ignored bcoz ppl have to respect u but they dont want to?....actually i would have reacted more violantly but these guys r good....i feel that i am the worst possible guy in this whole scene....when u want to act normal but every actiooooon of urs is taken as a token of give and take relationship is what i hate.....ppl measure ur capabilities bout their needs and do the friendship accordingly...by their behaviour it will be displayed that they r happy with u or not......mostly they r unhappy bcoz as am the senior so they r supposed to show respect....now the point is the points for which i may earn a quarter of respect is bcoz of my singing abilities with the help of which i did pretty good no of rock shows in the campus and is known by the so called stoners of our campus...the problem is that they act so normal....acting normal is bad.....they act normal bcoz they dont kno me very well and viceversa......they r not good enough friend to accept ur raw form.....

Sunday, July 15, 2007

holy lands bloom in my head (true story based)


there was a slight confusion in my mind that was am looking at is it for real...or is it just my imagination.....the imagination that calvin once had when he saw a dinosaur....well he actually didnt see it....it was his imagination....we 7 dazed and confused remained stuck with our pedals on the staircase leading to the spirit of nature.The place is called OM beach,gokarna,karnataka,india....ya its india.....but u will rarely find any indian over there except for the shack attendants.its worthless to descibe this in my words......this was in april 2007 ....although i made a recent visit there in september also ....was green and wet...........what else ....all u have already been there kno what i mean.......just listen to smooth jazz and relax

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

my views updated (utterly butterly crap)

the only thing that really pisses everyone be it anyone is cheating on him or her on materialistic basis i.e the things that u two are involved with.This conclusion i have been trying to get for a long time and two days back i got the answer.isnt it awekward that y didnt i post it earlier ...well thats my laziness and its also true that two things that prevent a person from doing a thing is fear and laziness.......chow

Friday, December 01, 2006

individuality...(utterly butterly crap)

In a way, in our
contemporary world view,
It's easy to think that science
has come to take the place of God.
But some philosophical problems
remain as troubling as ever.
Take the problem
of free will.
This problem's been around
for a long time,
since before Aristotle
in 3 50 B.C.
St. Augustine,
St. Thomas Aquinas,
these guys all worried
about how we can be free...
if God already knows in advance
everything you're gonna do.
Nowadays we know that the world
operates according to some
fundamental physical laws,
and these laws govern the behavior
of every object in the world.
Now, these laws, because
they're so trustworthy,
they enable incredible
technological achievements.
But look at yourself.
We're just physical systems too.
We're just complex arrangements
of carbon molecules.
We're mostly water,
and our behavior isn't gonna be
an exception to basic physical laws.
So it starts to look like whether it's
God setting things up in advance...
and knowing everything
you're gonna do...
or whether it's these basic
physical laws governing everything.
There's not a lot of room
left for freedom.
So now you might be tempted
to just ignore the question,
ignore the mystery
of free will.
Say, "Oh, well, it's just an historical
anecdote. It's sophomoric.
It's a question with no answer.
Just forget about it."
But the question keeps staring you
right in the face.
You think about individuality,
for example, who you are.
Who you are is mostly a matter
of the free choices that you make.
Or take responsibility.
You can only be held responsible,
you can only be found guilty
or admired or respected...
for things you did
of your own free will.
The question keeps coming back, and we
don't really have a solution to it.
It starts to look like all your
decisions are really just a charade.
Think about how it happens.
There's some electrical activity
in your brain.
Your neurons fire. They send
a signal down into your nervous system.
It passes along down
into your muscle fibers.
They twitch. You might, say,
reach out your arm.
Looks like it's
a free action on your part,
but every one of those--
every part of that process...
is actually governed by
physical law:
chemical laws,
electrical laws and so on.
So now it just looks like the Big Bang
set up the initial conditions,
and the whole rest
of our history
the whole rest of human history
and even before,
is really just sort of the playing out
of subatomic particles...
according to these basic
fundamental physical laws.
We think we’re special. We think we
have some kind of special dignity,
but that now
comes under threat.
I mean, that's really
challenged by this picture.
So you might be saying, "Well, wait a
minute. What about quantum mechanics?
"I know enough contemporary
physical theory to know
it's not really like that.
"It's really
a probabilistic theory.
There's room. It's loose.
It's not deterministic."
And that's gonna enable us
to understand free will
But if you look at the details,
it's not really gonna help...
because what happens is you have
some very small quantum particles,
and their behavior is
apparently a bit random.
They swerve. Their behavior is absurd
in the sense that it's unpredictable...
and we can't understand it
based on anything that came before.
It just does something out of the blue,
according to a probabilistic framework.
But is that gonna help
with freedom?
Should our freedom just be
a matter of probabilities,
just some random swerving
in a chaotic system?
That just seems like it's worse.
I'd rather be a gear...
in a big deterministic,
physical machine...
than just some
random swerving.
So we can't just ignore
the problem.
We have to find room in our
contemporary world view for persons,
with all that that it entails;
not just bodies, but persons.
And that means trying
to solve the problem of freedom,
finding room for choice
and responsibility...
and trying to understand
individuality.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

evolution(utterly butterly crap)

If we’re looking at the highlights of human development, you have to look at the evolution of the organism... and then at the development of its interaction with the environment. Evolution of the organism will begin with the evolution of life... perceived throughthe hominid... coming to the evolution of mankind. Neanderthal, Cro-Magnon man. Now, interestingly, what you’re looking at here are three strings: biological, anthropological- development of the cities, cultures-- and cultural, which is human expression. Now, what you’ve seen here is the evolution of populations, not so much the evolution of individuals. And in addition, if you look at the time scales that's involved here-- two billion years for life, six million years for mankind as we know it-- you're beginning to see the telescoping nature of the evolutionary paradigm. And then when you get to agricultural, when you get to scientific revolution and industrial revolution, you're looking at 1 0,000 years, 400 years, 1 50 years. You're seeing a further telescoping of this evolutionary time. What that means is that as we go through the new evolution, it's gonna telescope to the point we should be able to see it manifest itself... within our lifetime, within this generation. The new evolution stems from information, and it stems from two types of information: digital and analog. The digital is artificial intelligence.The analog results from molecular biology, the cloning of the organism. And you knit the two together with neurobiology. Before on the old evolutionary paradigm, one would die and the other would grow and dominate. But under the new paradigm, they would exist... as a mutually supportive, noncompetitive grouping. Okay, independent from the external.And what is interesting here is that evolution now becomes an individually centered process, emanating from the needs and the desires of the individual, and not an external process, a passive process... where the individual is just at the whim of the collective. So, you produce a neo-human with a new individuality and a new consciousness. But that's only the beginning of the evolutionary cycle... because as the next cycle proceeds, the input is now this new intelligence. As intelligence piles on intelligence, as ability piles on ability, the speed changes. Until what? Until you reach a crescendo in a way... could be imagined as an enormous instantaneous fulfillment of human, human and neo-human potential. It could be something totally different. It could be the amplification of the individual, the multiplication of individual existences. Parallel existences now with the individual no longer restricted by time and space. And the manifestations of this neo-human-type evolution, manifestations could be dramatically counter-intuitive. That's the interesting part. The old evolution is cold. It's sterile. It's efficient, okay? And its manifestations are those social adaptations. You're talking about parasitism, dominance, morality, okay? Uh, war, predation, these would be subject to de-emphasis. These would be subject to de-evolution. The new evolutionary paradigm will give us the human traits of truth, of loyalty, of justice, of freedom. These will be the manifestations of the new evolution. That is what we would hope to see from this. That would be nice.

MORE THAN WORDS(UTTERLY BUTTELY CRAP)

Creation seems to come out of imperfection.I t seems to come out of a striving and a frustration.And this is where I think language came from.I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation...and have some sort of connection with one another.
And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival.Like, you know, "water."We came up with a sound for that.Or, "Saber-toothed tiger right behind you." We came up with a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think, is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate... all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing.What is, like, frustration? Or what is anger or love? When I say "love," the sound comes out of my mouth... and it hits the other person's ear, travels through this
Byzantine conduit in their brain, you know, through their memories of love or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying
and say yes, they understand.But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They're just symbols. They're dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable.
And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another, and we-- we feel that we have connected, and we think that we're understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for

Saturday, October 28, 2006

huko mukho hangla(utterly butterly crap)


tomra sobai nishchoi ei kobita ta porechho?....good....ami emni jigges korchhilam......ami kintu porini r pore thakleo r mone nei
tobe eta bodhhoy doper der jonno lekha hoyechhilo.....hukor nam sunlei mone pore chhilam....chharo osob....ki jeno bolbo bhabchhilam?....oh haan....achha tomra ki lekho boloto blog e .....ami to ichhu bhebei pai na.....r ja bhabi ta tomader bojhano jay na karon its totally environment based ....thik achhe ekta chhotto try nichhi

take a deep breath and say ohm for around two minutes..........did u mind reach somewhere else?.....no?.....amar ta to dur durante pouchhe gechhe.....dekhle ei hochhe difference.....

first thing that mind gives me(utterly butterly crap)

A-adult B-beg C-catch D-death E-esteem F-fuck G-game
H-home I-iritate J-james K-kiss L-last
M-mother N-no O-old P-past Q-quest
R-rest S-sick T-ten U-under
V-vest W-west X-xena
Y-yeild Z-????????

room no 195(based on true story)






climb up 10X8 steps and reach the corridor that leads u to G and H wing and so u turn ur head to the gloomy part of the corridor ....thats H wing......the most remote place on earth.....no voice u hear....may be some cigerrate smokes coming from rooms or grass...more likely....ya that small pic above is our wing......pretty scray na....and my room is pretty inside....ya room no 195.....and the wing from my rom just looks like this....and then u enter my room where everything smells like a dark uncertain essence of different moods ....the door is full of graffity...just shut the door.....and take a deep look in my room.....start from behind the door where mt lady of sorrow cries with me...i love her as she is my constant relief from pain that i suffer and when i see her i feel that am not the only one in pain......am accompanied by her...move ur eyes clockwise and there comes the famous paintings of love and the bitch stares at u with jealous hideous eyes.....u bitch!!.....the unprotective walls stand rounding u and u fel in a nutshell....the rrom just starts and ends with no time to think bout anything except whats inside the room....its a gr8 attraction......as soon as u enter this room....cooled by a 1 and half feet wingspanned fan.....and lighted by a jedi sword tube and for my extra dark futuristic room i also attached a bulb which instead adds a gloomy look in my room....there is a medium actually more than sufficient for me ...a wardrobe section......merely covered by handwritten doors....i wrote two of my fav poems over there......among them is my own....hehe....anyways the rest of the room the most interesting part will be discussed in the coming blogs....chow

Friday, October 27, 2006

proof of ..."god do not exist"(utterly butterly crap)


if u love to believe that god do exist ....then plz dont read this......ok so others ....can u really tell me when actually do we remember god or need god's help???......it is when we are dependent on others descision.....to make ur own descision u dont need he help of god.....for example people generally pray to god before any exam so that the paper which is set by some unknown soul on earth is easy...or the person sitting beside, know all the answers...or nothing wrong happen in the exam so that the authority punish him/her.....so as u see we need god so that the other people make the descisions so that this poor chap is helped.......for taking his descisions no god is needed.......so if u think from the descision makers point of view....he hardly considers these cases and work according to his benefits.......so where is god?......god has no job in this world.....here people takes descissions .......excuse me, can u plz telll me the correct spelling for descisions?.....coz i think till now i have typed some three different spelling for that word" ".....ok now coming back to the topic ,,,,,as we speak ....people now a days dont really care bout others and take descisions on their own will........
Hence prooved...there is no god

to start with


i really dont kno y i started blogging suddenly....to tell u the truth i am very poor in english.i make a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes and am pretty sure by now u have found some of them.......u may laugh or feel sypathetic bout it.....i dont care coz god gave brains to all to think differently.....whatever......one more thing is that i really dont have any topic to write right now......coz my life is boring ,,,,,nothing happens ....and i promise if anything happens u will be the 1st person to kno that .....my works will be marked as "true story based" or "utterly butterly crap"