Crazy than the Craziest one

All characters in the story is ficticious and resemblence to anyone is purely co-incidental
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Aakash is a sofo (software engineer). He works day in and out trying to gain fame, ratings and a high customer satifaction index. His personal life is subdued by the professional life he leads. Eventually Aakash ends each day with utter satisfaction and each weekend spend at home with sheer dissapointment.
Akash has a friend. A good friend when you categorise friendship. He met her back in October 2006 at the training center of his company and since then for the last 3years by good or evil luck they shared each of their "working day". There are rumours all around (in the so called group of his fellow trainees and as well as in a later part in his team) that they make a good couple.
Simi is candid, stylish and suitable for all the adjectives that a girl can get from men. Folks at the workplace are scared of her mood, jealous of her personality and admirer of her beauty. Aakash is scared of her too and that's what made him hide his feelings for three long years.
God is kind and helpful. He create situations were unspoken words comeout easily and finally silence ease the situation.
It so happened that Simi spent a week at office in the training rooms. She was at a training and to her surprise she had to pair up with her crush for the five days of training to be done. Simi was in cloud 9. She chatted and chatted and started calling the week as the magical 5. To her amazement, her chat window popped up with a rose on the last day of her training. It was her man and all she could do was to say a mere thanks in reply.
Aakash was having yet another bad weekend sitting idle at home. Suddenly he saw the green light beside Simi's name was blinking. Ahh!! he had a sigh of relief. He is always in a comfort zone talking to Simi over the chat browsers. It started with the magical week that Simi had. She was going on and on and Aakash was slipping out of his comfort zone. Finally he couldnot resist to say - 'well Simi I wished I had a girlfriend like you'. Simi thought it to be the usual prank of him and replied - 'you would go crazy dude' . 'I am Simi' typed Aakash in a flash. A silence on the other side said it all. Simi was offline in an hour but the hour she spent online was without typing a single word in Aakash's window. Aakash guessed his luck on Monday and decided to spent the Sunday evening in a nearby pub.
Morning evening, Aakash's phone rang amidst his meeting. Phew!!! he ran to the balcony cursing his fate, and his words. There was Simi, red with rage. Aakash was running short of words. 'Actually... sorry' was the only two words he could mumble.'Sorry, what for, you know that you are an idiot' - sais Simi, 'Yes' - noded Aakash. His persipiration rate was increasing. His heart was beating faster. 'Why the hell didnt you tell me before, I had the same wish too u stupid.. an intelligent, soft spoken, hard working and caring fellow by my side'. 'What!!' Aakash didnot realise that he shouted.
Tuesday was special to both of them. Aakash and Simi were seen together in every break that they had. The team mates smiled, cracked jokes but were awesomely happy for them.
God smiled too. Only he knew that he had the last words to say. 'Bless you my child' - the heaven smiled on them.

Tomar bhalo hok..

Tumi chaade oto, rode jala kapore mukh dhako
ami rin, revive, arial e makha makhi
tumi gate kholo, tata koro, agiye chalo
ami baranday, archokhe tomay dekhi

Tumi chele porao, boko majhe majhe
ami nichu cheye janlar pash kati
tumi rickshaw te kaane phone nie chalo
ami sei rickshawer pechon pechon haati

Tumi porikkha dao, pass koro
khobor pay parar sakal lok
ami night shift e boshe nokh khuti
r prarthana kori tomar bhalo hok

.....

aakash aaj kalo, boro kalo
neel kothay tanbo tuli diye
jhare bhange pajor, jaage khato
tobu.. rakto makha jama pore kaktarua khete
kata tarer berar pashe khin alo
mon aposh kore chale
khata aachray kali, gaal chokher jale

Prothom bristi gayer opor, prothom eka bheja

Prothom jokhon jhar suru holo majhpathe
bus e tokhon tarunir kane earphone
hathe hath deoya boyfriend pashe boshe
algoche badha dujoner duti mon

jhamjham kore bristi - screen jhapsa
sceneta kintu baire byapok guru
footpathe maria pathacharir dour
bororastay, halka jamer suru

bus e bhije chele, byepass e jama jal
er e modhye eshe pore bus stop
ami archokhe tip kore body churi
padani theke rastay - longhop

bhir bus stand sanme tanwi nari
bari ferar udbege disahara
emon samay sabdo shune dekhi
megher ghare bidyut r kara nara

mon boro khushi bheja jama pant bole
chal pagla ei to sujog peli
bheja ghas, bhanga rasta sakkhi kore
ami apon mone barir pathe choli

Eka

Dhu dhu samuddur, otol dhusor baluchar
Megh roddur e luko churi chale akashe
Lal kakrar sari jay, casuarianar bagichay
Osthe khato, dhomonir rang fyakashe

Hath dhora dui sangi, hethe par hoy balupath
Nongra bhikari bhikh mage, seo khete chay
Sukno kumro sur day, aami gan dori niralay
Du fota jal anmone thik e pore jay

Nirbachan - ekti nimmomatrar kobita

keu ba bojhe janda sobuuj, keu ba karl marks
keu ba bojhe ram, hanuman - sabar e ek dak
sabai khoje fondi fikir, ballot mayay ghore
voter ami, voter tumi voter naamta pore

jitle pore protisuti gangar chale fele
MLA jay bidhansabha, MP delhi chale
pagol tubou gash chire jay garer mathe boshe
sarger boro politician sudhu muchki ektu hashe

tobu vote ashe 5 bachore - "hoy ebar noy never"
lute pute kheye sala, ekai korbo sabar
keu gileche 36 e, karo ba 5 e kafi,
lal, sabuj, gerua dhari, sab salai papi...

Back in the summer of 09

U la la la ... its summer once again. For some its the worst part of the year. Blazing sun, scorching heat, metling peaks and crazing for water are back again. So am I .. back with my blog... after a sudden disappearence of 3 long months. As the summer is never too comfortable even to the might Achilles, so is the writting the blog to me. Hence I disappear time and often.
There is a myth .. when you sow something, reap it up too. Well being a solitary reaper, I had to and inevitably down to blogging. Is it getting to boring, well lets have a turn around and switch over.
Rhondendron was familiar to me via a bengali song and then through the portals all the way down to Sikkim. Men lives for desire and has to take the zeal out from within to achieve them. I had always been an admirer of the shepard boy who ran all the way from Spain to the great Sahara desert to follow his dream. Dream... and do follow it up.. perceive the thought that you can achieve it and when you actually do, its a awe of self. Guess I did write about dreams in one of my previous posts too but still cant help revisting it once again.
They say that summer is the best time for afternoon siestas and well ... day dreaming too. But as you dream do follow it up till the end coz you never know .. u maynot get the treasure but Fatima was no less than a treasure.

EMNIE KOREI .....

Emni korei katei jodi beshto.
Tumi saradin bade gham mocha salware muche nio mukh,
tumi chole jeo pich gala rastay ekaki
ami rickshawte, tomar sammukh
tumi archoke dekhe anmona hoe poro
cell, chatay monojogi tomar mon
holud salwarta ajo boro chena lage
bhanga hath take jhulie rekechilo oita sarakhon

Back again.....

With the ripe oranges, chilly winds I am back with my blog. Saturdays are a great time when you have nothing to do except sitting idle and singing 'la-la-la'. New year resolutions are the toughest promises that I make. I have to fight every minute with myslf but alas.. I am loser everytime. Time for re-grouping, yes, and for that there is the good old pal of mine, an all idle Saturday.
I will definately keep posting ... but for now lemme just enjoy the Saturday siesta.

Signing off .....