Let this impasse be silent. For words offer no consolation to weary hearts.

Okay, so I'm going away. Delhi Version 2.0.

Episode 1- Make a home out of a house and a living out of a career

I'm all set. Let's play!

Shock and Awe

RS get a life. I am not your punching bag, so don't you vent your frustrations on me. Be glad that i'm leaving. Enjoy the joke, while it is on you.

I QUIT. HEAR ME LOUD AND CLEAR. I QUIT THE SHOW.

I got blasted my head off at work yesterday. Surprisingly, I kept my cool. Actually, I was numb. Drop-dead emotionless and poker faced. This is becoming a recurring affair, a source of both fear and loathing. It's simple, when you work, you make mistakes and you learn from them. However, in my case, I learn only to be beaten the very next moment. Why can't I do things right? Pinoo tells me its my bad attitude. Heavens! bad attitude and bad faith are my only defenses. Shall I stay corrected?

Sonar Bangla

Bangladesh has been a revelation. I will miss the lush and fertile landscape, the sumptuous food, the choc-o-block traffic jams, the friendly candour, the beautiful handlooms and the all embracing Bangali culture. I feel a sense of loss in Kolkata, for where I truly belong lies beyond man-made borders. Amar sonar bangla-you belong to me.