Posts Tagged ‘Cheat’


In no way I feel women should be given equal rights. It is not a matter of necessity, it is a pure propaganda, for which urban literate people are fighting with each other and those who just don’t bother are facing the same existence crisis every single day. Moreover, the demand for equal right is a goddamn fucking joke. Women already are equal to men. I am talking about the places where this sense of equilibrium is asking for serious oxygen. I meant to say it has appealed to the literate and urban generation only. In city, we have enough time to think and distinguish things as per our own wish. Whatever you say right, most of the time I find it wrong. That’s the clash. Black & white, Urban & rural, men-women…who does fucking care except their own bread? Who has to earn his own bread, he knows the value of it, who eats bread earned by someone else, gets time to create turbulence among society. And there the concept of Pink comes.

The moment girls try to come out of their own color and get missed with guys, guys think they are giving ‘hints’, they starts thinking whatever they want can do with a girl, though there is strong laws and enforcements against that. Then why? Even quite aware of strong laws and probable enforcements, still why there are many cases of Rapes, Molestation etc are increasing day by day? Here the subtle statement comes. It’s kind of arrogance and then a feel of insecurity. It’s that feelings which forces one to show the power to prove superiority. It’s the same show offs which the person used to see it throughout his upbringing between his own mother and father. It is the eternal clash between two different sexes. None writes about the everyday trouble a man faces in his married life, none talks about the urge of having sex is considered max once or twice in a year and still the man is officially not allowed to have sex with other women though it’s a kind of physical requirement. How many books have been written on domestic violence on men? Very little research on this and surprisingly even lesser see the light of publication!

Then? What is the issue? Both of them are somehow molested, terrified and still the system to move on without any prejudice.

No, here is the conflict. That’s the beauty of the movie ‘Pink’. In a scene Mr. AB said “No Means ‘No’, ‘No’ itself is a complete Sentence.”

As conclusive statement, Pink is not a movie on being strong Womanist. It is actually a fantastic movie where one should know the power of the sentence “No” first and then other things. It is wonderfully said, knowing ‘no” is more necessary than understanding ‘yes’.






It’s been long I actually wrote something. Sometime we prolong our break and sometime we just ponder on work. It’s kind of our psychology. Sometime we nourish our hobbies and sometime we just let things go on as it is. The gap period was like that. I let the life move on of its own without much involving my own self in to it.

I concentrated on job, maintained a harmony of relationships with friends and relatives, tried my best to manage some time for regular exercises, quit smoking for a few good weeks and again didn’t take much time hug it. In these few months, I went to some places like Udaipur, then another trip to Ajmer-Pushkar.

I managed to meet some old friends, had sufficiently enough volume of alcohol of various brands and just let that six months approx time flow like nothing. I didn’t do anything specific but honestly that’s the most satisfying thing. Sometime it really feels good when you actually don’t do anything. This is the time, when you don’t daydream, don’t concentrate much on romanticism, poetry, and don’t find much interest in love making or watching porn.

This is the time when you just don’t bother if speedometer of your car starts crying, you just give bullshit to what your bosses or colleagues talk in your back. You don’t bother to maintain a good health, you don’t ask for a good book to read at leisure, you don’t start a new TV series.

This is the time when you just give damn to some unknown or semi known extra-marital affairs of your very so called near or dear ones and besides, you don’t feel any urge to start one with someone.

It’s just cool, like flowing river, it’s like continuous snowfall without bothering where am I settling may be on top of trees, on stones, on rivers or whatever it is.

And then slowly you start feeling, after so many struggles, after so many real days, you got a real life to live. Then you sleep naked, putting air conditioner on super chilled mode, consume a full 750ml of good wine with ‘n’ numbers of cigarettes, turn left, keeping hands at ninety degree with your body, making a proper ‘F’ where lower hand is managed with your erect dick.




Every day I see a lady, an elderly lady wearing pink top and legging jog in the ground. if I reach ground at 5am in the morning, I would find her and she stays till I end up my morning exercises religiously. It has always been tough for me to reach ground on time after a good weekend and now it has become my habit to skip exercises two days in a row, Sunday and then in continuation to that Monday too. It’s been very few times when I broke this self-made rule and presented myself in between soothing nature on a fine Sunday morning and there was no surprise. That lady with pink dress was there, busy with her practices.

I don’t know what is this? Why there is so much dedication in something? What if I bunk a class or take a leave from office? I often do it, though very rare, still I will say it often as I don’t get tired very often but whenever I feel tired, I send a sms to my boss and then call him after sometime before sending him an official leave application mail. At the age of sixty, maybe she is fearing death, or maybe she doesn’t have anything else to do in the morning, probably she lost her aged husband a few years before, maybe her siblings don’t want her around in the morning chores, maybe she feel happy coming in the ground, may be it is a kind of discipline, forceful discipline to stay alive amidst all the crazy situations around us.

I don’t know whether I follow any kind of such discipline. I go office not because I feel bored at home I love my job, it is simply because I get money for working there and that’s the easiest way to earn money. I believe, there is no life without money unless otherwise you are being sponsored by any person or organization. So I go office every day, mostly without any fail. But what could be the motivation for that lady to wake up early in the morning and do exercises in the ground, that also without a single day fail.

After noticing this for almost six months, one fine morning, I decided to talk to her to know her motivation to do so or may be the reason behind it. I was mentally prepared to hear anything nut no, I didn’t had to hear anything painful. She politely narrated me a story while holding a smile always in her face. I am trying to write the story in her words.WP4

Hey you, my son, I am ready to hug my death any day. I am having high blood pressure, thyroid and some other less critical issues which you will find in almost every person of my age. I have problem in my knees since my childhood after I fell from a stool at the age of six only, I could not walk properly. One morning, while playing in my court yard, suddenly a dog chased me and I started trudging with my legs and then suddenly I started running like anything, ooops, no son, nothing of that kind happened in my life. There was no Forrest Gump incidence in my life. Anyway, then my dad took me to a school and I was not doing very well there. One fine morning a close relative of mine came and shouted on me for not doing well in exams. He gave examples of nearby guys who were of my same age and were doing extremely well. That was an eye opener for me. I studied well, better, worked day and night and my hard work was properly compensated by awarding me rank one. Oooops, noting of that kind happened also in my life. I never did well in my exams, never tried also. Okies, my son, I know I am actually confusing you a lot. My simple suggestion to you is, stop following people. One should not have any time to listen other’s shared knowledge but make sure that you got enough experience. Remember what Forrest Gump’s mom said him, ‘Stupid is as stupid does.’ We all are stupid and so let’s not act as high intellectual. None is more disciplined than you, hard worker than you and Hey You, you are the best, believe it, act accordingly.

It was good knowledge for me. I stopped listening to many suggestions, various explanations of religious books and spiritual discussions, rather I started noting down things around me and convert it to an experience, which must enrich me, and I guess we all believe motivation comes automatically.

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What is Love?

Biologically, love is a powerful neurological condition like hunger or thirst, only more permanent. We talk about love being blind or unconditional, in the sense that we have no control over it. Yes, we don’t have any control over it. May be that’s why it is said that love is divine also. In a workshop I attended very recently, I had a long argue with the speaker over there, how could love be divine, how come it could be without any expectations and demands. If there is no expectations, demands, respect, commitment, then why do we need to have a thing called love. I personally don’t believe that if there is no commitment, then there is no existence of that thing. We can’t survive in office without any commitment. Everything in this world comes with some deliverables. Mom loves us and we love our mom. There is some attachments. There is some kind of expectations in every steps. We may or may not understand it every time, but there is always a string attached. In husband wife relationships also, there are a lot deliverables and demands from each side, sometime absence of which brings hatred in between a relationship and then spoils it. Then if there are some pros & cons of a thing called love, then how come it could be divine?

Why so many Hatred?

A person borrowed some money from me a few years back and then he didn’t return till date. I am quite sure that he will never return. That time it was some handsome amount which may have no value at all right now because I earn much more and got a small bank balance also. Still whenever I meet that person, I remember that incident and talk with him cautiously keeping in mind that no further dealings of money. We say a wrong word or come out of a relationship and then we keep that incident in our mind for long. That bitterness, pain, sorrow don’t let us to communicate with that person properly in future also. It takes lots of time to forget a thing and move on. Sometime it takes a lifelong time. We keep on holding the grudge for so long so that we don’t even take any initiative to rebuild that bridge and we do it purposefully out of our negative thoughts which actually drive us to lead our life. In general, sometime we cherish our hatred for a person or an incident in large.

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Actually there is a very thin line between love and hate. Love is more easily experienced than defined. Love’s the one thing that can never hurt anyone, although it may cost dearly. The paradox of love is that it is supremely free yet attaches us with bonds stronger than death. It cannot be bought or sold; there is nothing it cannot face; love is life’s greatest blessing.

Hate is often considered to be an evil passion that should, in a better world, be tamed, controlled and eradicated. Yet to the biologist, hate is a passion that is of equal interest to love“.

Like love, hatred is often irrational and can lead individual to heroic and evil deeds. How can two opposite sentiments lead to the same behaviour?

This may seem surprising since hate can also be an all-consuming passion like love, the real truth of life.

এরকম কিছু হলে কি হয়েছে, সেটা বলার দরকার পরে না। এখানে মাঝে মাঝেই পুলিশের ছোবল পড়ে, কখনও সত্যি লোক ধরা পড়ে আর কখনও যেকোনো লোক ধরা পরলেই চলে। রাতেরবেলা দৌড়াদৌড়ির শব্দ শোনা যায়, আর তার একটু পরে গ্রামের লোকের আওয়াজ আর রাস্তায় পড়ে থাকা একটা বা দুটো ডেডবডি। কখনও পুলিশের বডিও পড়ে থাকে, কিন্তু তখন শুরু হয় অত্যাচার, সব কটা ঘর খুঁজে দেখে, খাটের নীচ, গাছের ঝাড়, মড়াই কিছু বাদ থাকে না, কখনও তার মাঝেই এর ওর গায়ে একটু হাত দিয়ে মজা করে নেয় সরকারি কুত্তাগুলো। কিছু বললেই পুরে দেবে সীসার টুকরো আর ঘোষণা করে দেবে মাওবাদী বা দেশদ্রোহী। বিতান পরিস্কার বুঝতে পারলো তার ঘরের দিকেই আসছে আওয়াজটা, সে হাত দিয়ে ইশারা করে চুপ করতে বলল উত্তমকে, তারপর চুপ করে বসে থাকল। একটু পরে দুমদাম দরজায় আওয়াজ হল, সে ঘুম জড়ানো গলায় দরজা খুলে দিলো। তিনটে পুলিশ দাঁড়িয়েছিল বাইরে, একজনকে সে চেনে, আগেও দেখেছে এই গ্রামে, সেই প্রথম মুখ খুলল, উত্তমকে এদিকেই আসতে দেখলাম, তোর ঘরে নেইতো? বিতান বুঝল, সে পার্টি করে বলে এত ভদ্রতা দেখাচ্ছে, আসলে সব কটা শয়তানের গাছ, অন্য লোক হলে এতক্ষনে তার ঘরে ঢুকে নিজেরাই সব খুঁজে উপরন্তু পাশের ঘরে বউদির গায়েও হাত দিয়ে আসতো শালারা। সে মুখে কিছু প্রকাশ করলো না, মুখে বলল, এসেছিল একটু আগেই, জায়গা চেয়েছিল, বলেছিল পিছনে পুলিশ, কিন্তু সে জায়গা না দেওয়ায় বাঁদিকের রাস্তা ধরে দৌড়ে গেছে। এর বেশি আর কিছু জানে না সে। পুলিশগুলো চোখ ছোট ছোট করে এইসব শুনল, তারপরে কথা না বাড়িয়ে হাঁটা দিলো বা দিকের রাস্তা ধরে। বিতান আরও কিছুক্ষণ দাঁড়িয়ে থাকলো ওদের দিকে তাকিয়ে। বিশ্বাস নেই এই শুয়োরগুলোকে, কখন আবার ফেরত আসে সন্দেহ করে।

সারারাত আর ঘুম হয়নি তার, উত্তম পা ধরে প্রনাম করেছিলো, সে একটা লাথ মেরে বলেছিল, শালা তুই যে নকশাল, সে কথা বলিসনি তো! আমি জানতাম তুই সিপিএম করিস, তারপরে বুঝলাম তোদের পার্টিই বন্ধ হয়ে গেছে বলে এমনি ঘুরে বেরাস আর তুই শালা জঙ্গলের ডাকাত? সকাল হলেই ভাগবি, ভোরের বেলা, আর কেউ যদি দেখে তো ওখানেই একটা গুলি খেয়ে মরে যাস। আর কোনও কথা হয়নি।

সকালবেলা সাহেবের ওখানে যাওয়ার ছিল, মনোহরদা বলে রেখেছিলেন। সকালেবেলাতে আক্রা নদী খুব সুন্দর দেখায়, কেমন একটা তিরতিরে হাওয়া বয় আর বেশ কোমল একটা গন্ধ আসে নাকে। পলাইকে বলা ছিল কাল রাতের বেলা সাহেবকে মেয়ে সাপ্লাই করার কথা। পলাই নিশ্চয় করেছে, ওর কথার দাম আছে। এই গ্রামেও কোথা থেকে মেয়ে যোগাড় করে কে জানে! একবার একটা মেয়ে কে দেখেছিল বিতান, কালো গায়ের রঙ, ভরাট পিছনটা আর বুকের কাছটা, দেখলেই কেমন একটা মোচড় দিয়ে ওঠে বুকটা, মনোহরদা বলেছেন সব ভালো, মেয়েমানুষের পাল্লায় পড়া ভালো না, তাই বিতান একবার দেখেই চোখ সরিয়ে নিয়েছিল, তারপরে একবার আড়চোখে তাকিয়েওছিল, কিন্তু তখন মেয়েটাও ওর দিকে তাকিয়ে সব গোলমাল করে দিলো আর মনোহরদা দেখে ফেলে কটা কাঁচা খিস্তি মারলেন।

সাহেবের বাড়ির গেট খোলা, কাউকে জিজ্ঞাসা না করেই সে ভিতরে ঢুকে গেলো, ইটের রাস্তা পেরিয়ে বাড়িতে ঢোকার মুখেই গলার আওয়াজ শুনতে পেলো মনোহরদা’র। তারপরে দেখতে পেলো দুজনকেই, মুখোমুখি দাঁড়িয়ে কথা বলছে। একটু ইতস্তত করে ওখানেই দাঁড়িয়ে গেলো বিতান। বেশ গলা চড়িয়ে কথা বলছিলেন মনোহরদা, সাহেবও মুখেমুখে জবাব দিচ্ছিলেন আধা হিন্দি, আধা ইংরিজিতে, বেশ বুঝতে পারছিলো যে ওদের মধ্যে একটা কিছু নিয়ে ঝগড়া হচ্ছে। সে বাইরেই অপেক্ষা করতে থাকলো।

এখনও পুরোপুরি বর্ষাকাল আসেনি, বর্ষা এলে এইসব রাস্তায় আর হাঁটা যায় না, অল্পস্বল্প যেসব জমিজমা আছে, তাতেই চাষ আবাদ শুরু হয়ে যায়, আক্রা নদীতে জল বাড়লে রাত জাগে গ্রাম, কখন ঘর ছেড়ে উঠতে হয় স্কুল বাড়িতে! পূবদিকে একটা আমগাছে চোখ গেলো, বাঁজা আমগাছ, ফল নেই একটাও, আমগাছের নীচে একটা বেশ বড় উইপোকার ঢিপি, একটু ভাল করে বৃষ্টি হলেই এইসব ঢুকে যাবে মাটির তলায়। বিতান ভেবে পেলো না যে তখন উইপোকাগুলো বেঁচে থাকবে কি করে? যদিও উইপোকার থাকা বা না থাকার উপরে তার খুব একটা আগ্রহ নেই, তবু কেন মাথায় এল তার? এরকম হচ্ছে আজকাল, কিছু ভাবার আগেই একতাল চিন্তা এসে সব ওলটপালট করে দিচ্ছে। এমনিতেই তার মাথায় বুদ্ধি কম, গ্রামে আছে, ঘরের খাচ্ছে বলে চলে যাচ্ছে, বাইরে বেরোতে হলেই ‘হু হু বাওয়া’ হয়ে যাবে। সে মাঝে মাঝে অবাক হয়, ওদের গ্রামেরই লোক হয়ে মনোহরদা’র এতো কি করে বুদ্ধি! নিজের একটা দোকান আছে মোহম্মদবাজারে, সেটা নাকি বেশ ভালই চলে, বিয়ে করেনি আর এদিকে রাজনীতি করে বেশ নিজেরটা ভাল করে গুছিয়ে নিচ্ছে। আজকাল গ্রামের বয়স্ক লোকেরাও ওর কাছেই আসে শলাপরামর্শ করতে আর মনোহর’দাও বেশ গুছিয়ে জবাব দেন।

এরকম সাতপাঁচ ভাবতে ভাবতেই আমগাছের পিছনের দিকটায় পৌঁছে গেছিলো বিতান। ডানদিকে, যেদিকে কলুখোলার মাঠটা আছে, সেদিকের ডালে একটা পাখির বাসা দেখতে পেলো সে, কোনও আওয়াজ না করে চুপচাপ সেদিকে এগিয়ে গেলো সে আর তক্ষুনি একটা দ্রুম করে শব্দ হল, ছিটকে বেরিয়ে এলো সে, বেশ কিছু পাখি, যারা কোনও গাছের ডালে বসেছিল, উড়ে গেলো আওয়াজ করে। বিতান দৌড়াতে শুরু করলো বাংলোর গেটের দিকে, কিছু একটা ভয়ানক হয়েছে সে বুঝতে পারছিল। সাহেবের ঘরের দিকে তাকাতেই সব পরিষ্কার হল, একটা চেয়ারের উপর উবুড় হয়ে পড়েছিল সাহেব, বলা ভালো সাহেবের ভারিক্কি চেহারাটা, আর অদ্ভুত শান্ত মুখ নিয়ে সামনেই দাঁড়ানো মনোহরদা। কাঠের দরজার একপাশ দিয়ে পাতলা একটা রক্তের ধারা তাজা স্রোত হয়ে বয়ে চলেছে। বিতান চীৎকার করে উঠলো, “মনোহর দা!”


Cosmo 02Today someone forwarded me a link from the famous cosmopolitan Magazine regarding 26 signs of Man to know whether he is cheating on his woman.
I don’t know why do these magazines try to expand their helping hands on such sensitive issues that actually doesn’t help a person but confuses everyone and reaps the seeds of disbelief, hatred, doubts in even in those who are happy and can’t even think of cheating on each other.
What does it mean by cheating? The writer even explained that in the bottom stating, “Cheating isn’t always flirting, touching & kissing. If you’re having text or chat conversations you wouldn’t want your partner to see because they’d misunderstand, you are cheating”. After reading this sentence, atleast a person like me will prefer to cheat than putting relationship in to more trouble. Cosmopolitan guided a woman to become a Sherlock Holmes to find out a single point out of the 26 points mentioned there to rely the fact that her partner is cheating on her. Some crazy points indeed, like if ‘he takes his phone even in the bathroom’ or ‘keep it in airplane mode’, it must be understood that he is cheating on her. I, myself carry my phone to the bathroom; check Facebook messages, Tweets while releasing loads. Sometime, when constant message bugs me, I keep my phone on silent mode to avoid the disturbance too but that doesn’t mean I am cheating on my wife. cosmo 01
How funny to know that the writer even pointed out about the ‘dying of phone battery too often’. I guess the writer might be carrying an inverter always with her or else she is not habituated using 3G or WiFi. All new model phones have the same problem, i.e. battery doesn’t give back up for more than 12-14hours a day. Battery drainage can’t be used as a support of cheating. Without even talking with any girlfriend also, mobile can be used for talking to a lot people every day. In that way, I guess, those who are sales boy, are always a cheater. His delay in initiating sex is also a point to be counted. Now girls please count seconds before he initiates sex than enjoying the foreplay. Remember, in all over the world, the tendency is becoming higher that people are getting too much tired due to workload at office and due to environmental disaster, so that they take time to initiate a sex even on holidays, and its so vaguely written. There is no measuring unit to measure the ‘delay’ and there is one find the reason except putting the blame on cheating.
If he follows some half naked man in social networking sites, there is a problem, if he doesn’t follow; he is becoming robot than being a human being. If he reads sexy magazine, he is a cheat but if he reads a Cosmopolitan Column, he is doing the right thing.
All these bullshit magazines are also responsible for more divorce cases than marriages. They are actually encouraging people to lose faith than believing them.
Sometime I feel more knowledge is much more dangerous than illiteracy. Stupid friend is better than intelligent foe. In the junk of theories of love, actually we are about to forget three pillars of love, i.e.

But we are more into finding reasons and loop-holes of it. we are more in to finding a reason of break-up and then avoid it than concentrating on strength of a relationship.
I am very much disturbed and disappointed after reading such poor article that has nothing to do but disturb the foundations of any relationship.
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