Ah-ha!

well well well! i have two comments! thank you dear friends! the support you give breaths a new life into me. amy, i think it was a different obachan, but i may be wrong. i dont remember. i think most likely not, it must have been a different one... but then again i may be wrong.

ah, this isnt taking us anywhere now, is it? like every thing we humans indulge in, there is a sense of cyclical repetitiveness in the manner of the song that never ends.

which reminds me of the wonderful time we had walking down the streets of chatan each of us singing a different song at the same time. the cacophony was music to my ears! song that never ends was rowing a boat gently down the stream while drinking 100 bottles of beer on the wall! isnt that awesome!

anyways, dont really have much to say, just going on uselessly, wasting time or rather.....enjoying it while i can, hogging the common computer and reveling in the selfishness of such a deed! hahahahah! oh my goodness, mephistopheles thinks i am over-reaching! ah, faustus thy end is near.... then thou must be damned perpetually..........

Fishes!

6Yesterday, after i left school, i decided that i must enjoy the sun while it lasted. the day had been murky with rain and chilly winds seemed to suck the happiness out of me Dementor-like. so i stopped by my favourite sea wall on the way home. i bought an ice cream from a shop nearby where the obachan who has started to recognize me after various ice cream stops, commented on my helmet, "bi-ku?" Yes, MY BIKE, MY GENTSUKI, the current love of my life! :)


Ah, the joy of being able to get to where you need to get to at the time when u need to be there and the freedom of being able to wander at your own free will is exhilarating! no wonder why there is an oil crisis!

Anyway! As I sat on the concrete steps, gaze directed nowhere in particular, stabbing away at my delicious choco chip ice cream, i noticed a strange movement in the calm waters of the ocean. must be a figment of my imagination. ah! am so glad i didn't get the cone, must be stale as only i buy anything from dear old obachan. i can count and tell you exactly how many flavours are left in her shop. Wait a minute, there it was again, in the water. a-ha! its a fish! must be a flying fish, why else would it jump out in that weird fashion? but no, it is not a flying fish. this fish has none of the qualities that define a flying fish - streamlined smooth and wing-like fins were nowhere to be found on this fat ugly and bulge-eyed fish. this is funny. the fish keeps jumping out of the water, attempting to what can only be called an ambitious Icarus-like futile leap, throwing itself against fate, destiny and all that crap - throes of insecurity in the safety of it home the sea.

the fish or fishes - i can never really know if there were more than one - have gone crazy. it is another glimpse of the devastation that time is wrecking upon the world as we know it. it is also an insight into the future. evolutionary processes are at work, and fishes no longer want to be in the sea. soon there shall be a union of protesting fishes, who want a better life out of the murky waters, who are the avant garde, who will march against the dry bourgeois world, who will change the rule of existance and bring to conclusion the ideal Republic philosophers have sought.


and now i shall shut this boblydumtywogbosh.

Monday, 20th November, 2006

Take note of this date, people. It is an important date for the unthinkable has occured! I, Juhi Rituparna, have created my very own blog! i have finally opened the gates of my private life to the prying eyes of the world....