So what have you found...

I got it for free. So what did you buy? Why do you want to know? Very true, my mistake. In these times when a bloody head with a berret comes for free with anything, who wants to know what you are paying for? It also got a star on the berret! Increase the volume of the rock music man! What is revolution? Get lost, we want that head. In my wrist band, pant, t-shirt etc..Tell me "...are you in these revolutionary things or not?" Searched the web with the word "free". There were no result with only this word. The word always came accompanied by other words. I think the only place where we can find a plentiful use of this word is in shopping malls. So from when did it become a commodity?

Our pavements got decorated with hour glass shaped concrete pieces. Now you can urinate with style standing on them on the vertical walls. It is raining with money man. You can also find poetry in there. In those pavements with tree shadows and yellow lamp post lights. What the fuck are you up to man? There is a centrally AC complex with girls in dresses which reveal more than what they hide! There are chilled beers. Well can we have wine, woman and biscuits there? Come on you piece of shit, from where did you get that biscuit? It doesn't match. Well i thought you were not looking for poetry.

A woman was telling (probably) her son...he will come back, when you will behave well, when you will etc etc.. The little boy was crying with both his eyes and nose. Who will come back? What is lost? You, me or is it the little stupid boy? The rain will never come, you can cry your eyes out. But you can have coca-cola in one hand and cigarette in another. Come on, why leave behind the mp3 player inside the ears? Yeah, right. A small store on this side of the road don't have electricity. But the shop owner have a couple of beautiful kids. They distinguish between Filter Wills and Flake smoothly and handles the buyers but the little boy was having problem distinguishing between "A" and "B" while writing in his exercise book. How small is the boy, his father should be put to jail! Keeping a boy that small in his shop when he went to urinate! Why does these in betweens even exist! I saw them in both the roles. Why dont you have electricity, its pretty hot? It requires license. I talk with my customers in the tone of respect and some people keep on coming back to my shop. I dont wish for more. Why do I need the glitters? Poor looser. You can sit in the nearby bench while you take a puff. The shop owner is ill, so he is not opening that shop. The electricity control box is there. I noticed a blade placed on that box. For some days now the blade is there. Maybe you will slit your wrist when you wont be able to resist the temptation of pirated electricity. For these people the voice in the head is louder than the devil outside.

Sale. Oh how beautiful is the art! Before bringing the new thing home it becomes old. My father said once wait son, a better thing will come soon and then you will again crave for that. So make your wishes cleverly. Tell him to go to sleep, he is old. The money, you earn that much? Who told you that, why do you think my father saved up all the money? He is going to die soon and wont be able to spend all of them now. See I am a noble son! Come on I bought him his ration for this month from my money! The days are marked nowadays. Today play only bengali songs, today wear only saree and panjabi, today kiss one and all etc.. The days come with names. Why play with the devil? Give him your soul. Are you using it? Where do we stop friend? Lets go on mate...

Nothing

I would have been happy. I am sure I would have been happy if I ever learned to love the present. Or at least if I was ever capable of living in the present. But the done and the to be, always smoke my mind. The same way in which currently the glass windows are hiding the view to the street. I often believe that "let there be light" killed a lot of things which should have survived. The things which should have been killed, only threw away there night vision gadgets and survived with there eyes wide open. They got careful not to kill there own kind by mistake and killed only the others. There breed got successful. Quantity killed quality and they became legal.

Right now I am in office seat number CAL5AA01 with a comp which is defined to be an asset and also got an asset number. I only got an Id. I think the more inert, dead you become the more prestigious becomes your description. The sealed glass windows only reflect the lights of the room and shows it in its decomposed form.

I have not seen too many things. But as everybody i have seen things change. Among the many changing things, one is the color. Colors were added or taken away from many things. Yellow bulbs were replaced by white ones. First the excuse was the dullness, the headaches, the straining red eyes resulted from the yellow light. Excuses doesn’t matter much and thus the white lights were expensive and few. Then the global warming came. A big thing. Excuse got promoted to reason. You do not matter, but to save earth the white bulbs started to become available.

Although the sun, the big yellow ball kept on winning over the moon light. The moon, I think after a couple of year or so will become a "what is that?" or “have you seen it today?" kind of thing. Even now we have to search for it in the sky. It’s like making a peg of whiskey and then forgetting the glass. The bottom of the glass becomes yellowish and the top portion remains relatively transparent. The day is when you make the peg. You forget about it in the evening. In the night various perverted light sources wrap you in noisy colors. Maybe the tranquil moonlight is above it somewhere. Day, have the tree leaves depressed, ash colored, covered in dust, drooping in blazing temperature. Night, have the tree leaves in perverted colors. Where is the green?

The high dome of the sky in night looks as if my mother was cooking an omelett with lots of oil and cooked it for some overtime. The saucepan, after this kept aside for a good wash, pretty much describes the dome of the sky at night. Its edges with burn marks and the center with the shine of the yellow oil and protected just a bit from burning. Everybody seems to be waiting for a "The day I sold my saucepan” before seeing all these.