workplace sexplosive - minoti

koriacche acch she koriacche achh...
je ami taare korite chai touch...
but chhoker oi isharye bujhaitecche je amaye...
dude..u are asking for a bit too much!! :(

kharap ki ami? patro ki mondo?
char khana matha naki gaaye amar gondo?
mathaye nahoi chulta kom, aar ektu acche bhuri
grafting na hoi koria loibo,bhurio komaiya loibo ektu gym kori.

ekbar to dao chance , hridoy korite ujaar,
ekta to peek koria dekho is dil ke andar amar,
dekhibe tomar loye sajaye boshia acchi sundar ek desh
ronger bahar jhilmilaye jetha, anonder dhara jethaye koribe tomar sob dukku sesh

nai to beshi kicchu, tao acche sombol jetuku
tatei rakhibo jotone, koribo atuputu
siter raat debo tomaye hridoyer ushtnota
hashi mukhe nibo loiya- acche tomar joto jatona
oi misti hotoke lie loribo na hoi dotyi danor saathe
chaile tumi chadni churaiya ania dibo tomar haathe
char pal ki ei jindagi, katia jaibe dekhia tomaye
taratari poro preme amar, boro zalim ei somoi..

the workplace sexplosive

You glided past me…a swift flow of a body seething with carnal instincts… hormones rushing to my head…making me dizzy…. The gentle touch….just the thot ….giving me goosebumps on my neck and shoulders…ohh….i would have paid nethin for one single touch…the smell of your perfume…drifts to my nose… all neurons reacting in thunderbolt sparks…I tense my legs …..straighten my spine…gotta get over this..it isn’t mine…wud never be… but ohh this tense feeling between my legs…You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I don't wanna wake up from you…..my beautifull stranger

at times it gets reaaly hard to maintain sanity....i feel like shouting out loud at the things that are going wrong.... things i am forced to accept due to reasons that are created by other people... life is unfair..and we should always look at the broader persepective...i admit..its true...but what if the current state becomes extremeley unbearable ..yet ur morailty and ethics bind you to keep on doing things that u have actually started loathing

tick-tock-tick,the time keeper ticks...
it almost seven ,time for me to leave you freaks..
may you all rot in your dungeons of work..
may all ur hardships make you better at being a dork..

the smoke dispersed into the air in a splendid way...the light breeze kissed my foreheads and cheeks.... as i stood smoking my zillionth "last" cigarette the fine weather kinda forced me to change my mood ..temporarily... nature i find always has a way to change ur mood... the rain makes u romantic...and at times horny...light breezes make u heart light too...the bright sun on a winter afternoon makes u blive that life's a bliss as u gently doze off into ur siesta... the setting sun and the bright hues on a autumn sky... relaxes me as i rock in my office chair sitting in front of the glass walls.....

A bitter composition of an anti-social loser with no specific ambition in life or in this passage

Experiences are invaluable. A few days of practical experience can teach you a lot more about the ways to survive in life than years of schooling and college education. What you learn in your vocational pursuits is rather a generalized version of the collective experiences of human lives. It’s kind of a conclusion derived from a general study of a sample of people with (and in many cases without) diverse backgrounds and incumbent social, psychological and physical conditions. You are forced and cajoled in a rather subtle and more often than not in subconscious way to believe that those are the doctrines a person should live by in order to achieve the perfect nirvana in life. Though you may keep on wondering why aren’t things working out the way they are supposed to under any given conditions, you have those “words of wisdom” floating in the back of your head that “everything happens with a purpose” which prevents you from outright secession from established norms!
Another effect of these established concepts and beliefs is that you judge your character/ nature based on the rules set down by them. You are taught that there are these certain qualities you got to posses to be called “good” .Similarly there would be certain “bad” qualities which would certainly improve your chances for the guillotine. And all your life you forced to suffer the dizzying confusion on deciding whether you’re good or bad. Every one of us loves to be loved. We want people around us– we form associations, we join clubs. All these just for gaining those “strokes”. And to collect them you need to be “good” – coz that’s the rule!! And so you try hard to maintain your goodness quotient all the time. But somehow after the initial high from the strokes we receive from our “social interactions” subsides, we are again haunted by the question plaguing the mind of the rational human being –“why do I exist? For what do I do all the things that I do?” Disturbing realizations like you are left with no individuality of your own dawn upon you. You start with being skeptical, then move onto getting mad and finally give up uttering sarcasm and leading the rest of your life as social outcast for being “bad”. A more “practical” option is just to stop thinking and keep doing what everybody else around you is doing.
However if you are one those fools who don’t learn the ways to conduct oneself in this world and have been discarded by society as useless and a nut head you start philosophizing – mainly because you haven’t got much else to do. You start by asking what is the authenticity of these rules that we are taught to abide by. For example you are told that leading a monogamous life is good and a promiscuous adulterer is one of the most heinous creatures whose source of creation if traced back to even Lucifer would make the poor anti-God squirm in agony and shame. So most of us try our level best avoid multiple courtships and are prompt at delivering apt punishment to those who dare to violate our beliefs. But then again we are intrigued by the life led by “the achievers” whose lives almost invariably rotate around multiple romantic liaisons. Well we have our explanations – the extra-naturals so very rightfully are allowed some eccentricities. Not bringing in the question of equality, this might serve as an acceptable explanation. But how shocked and amazed are we when we see occasional revelation of men and women ,happily united in wedlock with loving families and delightful kids and pets ,caught red handed in a prostitute/gigolo’s arms and further investigations prove that the incident wasn’t an isolated one but rather a regular habit of the indicted. Even in the face of stark reality, we keep on denying the facts about true human nature and find solace in assuming that “everyone doesn’t fool around”! May be one of the reasons of this self imposed ignorance is that we fear that once we start acknowledging that certain “bad” things do exist in this world, we may suddenly start “discovering” those traits in our near and dear ones and worse - within ourselves.

haabi jaabi

7 ghotika

Jhanjhanaiya uthilo ghorir alarm
Chharite hoibe ebar leper aram
Otho otho taratari, apish hobe jete
Masher sesher checkti jodi pete chao haate
Majite hoibe daat, jhaptaite hobe jol chokhe
Aro prochur pratoh-krityo sharite hoibe toke
Shirshiraiya uthibe deho , kapia uthibe hridoy
Baraf thanda jol jokhon jhoribe mathaye
Achraiya chul, koria dressing poripaati
Apish cholilen baabu paye gutiguti

9 ghotika

Uff boro jala ei manusyo jibon
Kokhon ashbe chhai amar bahon
Daraiya acchi shei kokhon theke
Thanda batashe jacche har kenpe
Chole jacche koto gari, jibon jacche boye
Rojkaar shei eki cchobi,jacche repeat hoe
Sobar roth ashe hai, tule nia jaye kormer pothe
Wait kora lekha keno sudhu hai amar-i hathe
Sarothir mor kokhono keno hoi na ektu moti
Barae na she kabhu keno ektu hai ,amar buser goti

Oi oi dekha jaye duur simaante -Garuur amar
Dudh sada borno, jhilmile banner tahar

Othar somoy

Buk duru duru, chapa chapa apprehension
Eshecche ki asheni aaj –bodoi baaje tension
Takaiteo pari na chhai –pacche hoe jai obvious
Pacche she bhabe boshe – my intentions are hideous!!!
Boro sundar ankhi ogo, taane boro hia (:P)
Bina dekhe usko ,kyse jaye jia..
Buker shahosh jugie nie takiei feli seshe
Bhabi – bolbo “good morning”- ek gaal heshe
Hashi to beroi na boron gola hoi kath
Knee melt kore, kaanpe thoro thoro hath
Kokhono hoi chokha chukhi, pai kotoi na ishara
Golper goru chore gacche,hoi ahlade atmohara
Jhari mariteche nischoi amaye, kore sheo amake “ love”
Dite chaye she-o nishchoi amaye tar jiboner sob
Koto kolpona aar koto taser ghor rochia
Ha kore takaiya thaki, dekhi mon bhoria
Tar nai heldol , earphone guje kaane
Sharata rasta jure ke jaane ki shone
Keno ei onachar kopale amar
Bhalo lage boro tobu nai upaye janabar….

Lifter samne
Dhukpuk dhukpuk, buuk hashfash
Doure eshe dariecchi line e, reason acche khas
Lift kore upore uthibar somoy
Tar kacche daraite hobe jekono upaye
Miracel jodi jaye hoe,bhaggi dei saath
Accidentally chute pabo tar oi makhon haat
Ektu shei chhoa paoar kotoi rakhi asha
Raat diecchi din diecchi diecchi take bhalobasha (:D)…

What to do at work

This surely is going to be fun. Well i could sum up the whole topic in a single line- try out nothing that is ideal. I mean the ideal situation would be go to work early, start with your work immediately, update all concerned co-workers from time to time, go on a short linch break, give the finishing touches and go back home by 6---pheww

if Mad were Gay!!( Censored)

mad mad mad
its really so sad
that u are gay
what will the worl say!!!!
is this the same gal?
who tempted dream-candle bal
to make out with her real ripe
and destroy the poor souls life?
shame on u..ahem..lady!!
when u were lesbo already
to play with the mens' heart(s)
and leave them writhin in dirt
u keep dancing with the wind
and with u the oder ladies swing
mercy on those blighted boys
whom u plan to use as ur dildo toys(in lesbo context!!)
(remember)u were the girl who was so sought after!!
so many hearts were sacrificed in ur altar!!
how cud u crush those million pair of balls!!?
how cud u ingore those countless night falls!!?

writing is an easy task... so did i think of it!! i have been rader keen on writing ... by writin i mean writing for pleasure..simple little anecdotes which every other chap down the lane seems to be becoming an expert at...but once i started off with it...well i actually cudnt start off...coz i was stuck at the very beginning!!

the first obstacle is the topic....i mean at all oder times of the day ideas..and dat too varied and vivid ones ....keep swarming in your head ..thus restarining you from doing any thing creative..and just when u thought that its high time u pen them down...their moods change and thay make up their mind about playing hide-n-seek with you....no matter how hard u try ...its just impossible to get hold of one .....


well jus when u have sumhow managed to finally start writing about sumthin......no matter how trivial or useless....u just run short of the appropiate words....u may be book worm and rattle off shakepeare at the slightest provokation in oder situations.... ur vocabulary runs dry when it comes to writin....


apart from these there is off course another great obstacle in the path your turning urself into a literary giant… simple laziness… if Garfield is your role model and u hate doin nethin else in life oder than lying around all day ..occasinally leaving the cold sack to refill ur tummy ..imagine what a hard work it is taxing ur brains for thousands and thousand of seconds trying to conjure up ‘writable’ stuff..and moreover until u are one of the blessed souls on earth with a pretty nice bank balance…u cannot afford an aid who wud type down ur thoughts…so u are forced to do it urswelf..and after a few key strokes ..u start realizing ..life is too short to be wasted over the keyboard….


Ne ways seems like this time jeeves Arbuckle has conquered all odds and finally moved his ass in penning down …rader typing down his thoughts…hopefully this wont be his last..

random

What is it that you seek? Knowing the correct answer to this question is perhaps the key to happiness and contentment in a person’s life. Achieving the goal is like an added bonus, but setting the target is what a person in pursuit of happiness should primarily focus on. We lead our daily lives in an aimless fashion. We keep doing what we are taught to do, the only purpose of that being securing a safe and stable life. So that at the end of the day we get back home safe, have four to five nice square meals a day, enjoy some recreational activities (read movies, eating out etc) and may be buy a nice car and a house. But it doesn’t require much of a pondering to realize that this mode of living can hardly be termed as life.
I particularly detest the concept of work being a mode of earning livelihood. Out of the short 24 hrs we have granted per day, an average person spends 12 hrs (including the commuting) in his workplace. And if this valuable and most active part of the day is spent only praying for it to end, the only adjective that can describe the situation is pathetic.
We can blame our society and parental pressure for the wrong choice of career that has rather being made for us. But what about trying to improve on what we have already. No learning is of waste. So who is denying us now the way to pursue our dreams and start doing something that we may like. If we really like doing something putting some extra effort for that purpose wont surely be a problem, So what it is that keeps stopping us.
The answer perhaps lies in the fact that we are always afraid go get out of our little comfort zones that we had started building around us from the day we started to learn to be mature.

Paraesthesia

i am sure this happens with all of us at some point(s) in our lives ...you are looking for something .. and accidentally bump into an object of much greater significance...rader i shud say of greater worth ... for the pst few days i am feeling kinda numb ...numb with dissatisfaction about life... and having not much to do i thot of wikiying numbness...and voila!....guess what word i stumbled upon...its Paraesthesia ... to quote ".. sensation of tingling, pricking, or numbness of a person's skin ...." ...and man was i surprised ..apparently its represents two polar opposite sensations in a single entity...one of hypersensitivity ...and the oder the lack of any feeling .....this duality is perhaps why the word struck my fancy.... it pretty crisply describes my current state of being...wen i am recalling all the supposedly misfortunate situations that life has served me unfairly ... there are times wen i feel totally restless...that i need to get and do something immediately..break someone's nose for betraying me... hurt somebody's feeling just the way they did to me... break the security bonds of this life sucking sedentary challengeless life and venture out into the wild life that always exicted me.... to reaaly start living life rader than counting the minutes left to going to bed for the day.... and the urge is to do all dese at the same time...so much so that i cant sit quitely at a place....i prance around feeling restless.. and then again comes the phase when i simply resign myself to whatever is coming my way... feelings like " what's the guanrantee that my efforts wont be fruitless like my previous undertakings to imporve life"..."all is dependant on ur luck..and thats something that cant be changed"... bog me down... i spend days and nights in aimless ruminations.... both the situations however have one thing in commom... i waste the unforgiving minute in negative actions instead of filling it with sixty second's worth of distant run...