Falling Apart....With Different Priorities

I was having tea in the chai stall which I always use to go after midnight .Today is Thursday and tomorrow I am going to start a new carrier.. a new journey without that person who had chosen her own way for her living. I tried to stop her but couldn't… still I was preparing her whole document which will probably be useful in our joining. As because I still cant believe she is going away and will text me that I am coming tomorrow and will join with you.

Smoking is a bad habit but my habit of thinking of her is getting worse day by day. Why am I expecting of her. She has her own life...Own way of thinking. On that day at last lost my all hope when i got her text . Thank you is the only word can be uttered from my mouth. People always select better option for them and it’s a maxim. But if you ask me if i would be in her seat I will never let me go away from her.

Our priorities are different. For me is her and for her is everything except me. The pocket full of memories shattered in millisecond .We are falling apart at last. Smile is the only thing i can adjust on my lips but eyes were not synchronizing.Apart from all these you have to be happy for others sake always.Perhaps problem will never stop  attacking you but might be the "smiling mask" will help you to go out and get mix in the crowd.

virus alert

"even i cant get ur shoulder to lie in rest and die in peace"

Everybody has some awkward days in their life..for me..after turning out  a enginner all days and night putting me in awkward situations.....and whenever i roll d eyeball to somewat 90 degree..i found no one..nd even not myself...pillow.bed walls..all laughing at me..as if they were saying
"summer vaccation over..now get into work..and taste the new world".

..today is the day when i came to kolkata for learning  german lingo....i was quite excited
for this...:as compromise and adjustment has two meaning of its own"...uncoditionaly moving on is d better option i saw.. from my hard disk..but i dont know who always clicks to get sum of its file
....albert einstien has ritely said "two things are infinite..the universe and human stupidty..and i am not sure about universe.."..i was stupid in all means..after days passed..german become deutch to me..like the thing which i know becum differnt as time passes...

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Days were long..and night was tough..specialy handling those walls and pillows....memories stacks..it can be better or worse just make sure you must delete d worse...and rejoice the better ones.....because u moved on ..and sometimes i cheers to myself only..nd everytime i pissed off with rest half of d flake...

"dont cry because it is over... be happy because its happened"..smile as anything can happen...dance ..anytime music can go off....walk even wid alone..:):)..baby i am still with no condition...

Meet-ro

“I never said that I need you but that doesn’t mean that I don’t need u”
 

I am at mahatma gandhi road metro station and going to meet my best friend.I dont no that she will be at her home or where but still I am putting my luck on my throat.”Kolkata metro station welcomes you”Metro rail as you know the quickest way without those traffics red lights counting 27 26 25 24 23 to reach   if your destination falls in the framed route . Summer was at its peak so everyone expect  AC metro..so why I will back step…huh
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Suddenly from distant a roaring sound approched my ears…my expectation began… everytime it sinks but who says” when your time is on and make you feel happy in a moment”…..and I AM HAPPY NAW…I got the savior of summer..AC..at present am on the top of the world..these small little happiness is very much important to me because you  know how your watch changes its time..tick tock tick tock…

.Gates closed..and for god sake I found a seat to releif my 3d part…fuuuuuu…..today is my day..i guessed..and mr metro starts his journey…time is naw 2 hour pass noon..and that’s why… not like other time is buzzing and stand structure of people who are ready to capture your seat if u get of ..is der…most people in Kolkata took metro for up and down to do their day to day work.as office hour is fixed 9 to 6.u will find guys mostly with black bag on thier hand..and ladies with thier colourful side bag..and to be mention headphone on their ear…

.I was on my way..filch out my mobile to send her a message but my network says”I m no more sorry”..this is d problem I always face in the accompany of mr metro..so I waited  for mr metro to run  under d sky..in kolkata ..metro mostly run under d ground..but sumwhere you can see the sky and you will feel its not india through the glass window…as we see in movies..so when I saw d sky frequently a message popped up on  face of my mobile..its my best frend says..heyee..m leaving  to howrah goin to home…ahhh..dint say anythin..but i almost reached..and the girl from heaven said.”ting tonggg….poroborti station(next station)………..

From morning I was happy..first I got  ac metro..got a seat…no people sorrunding me..feels am outside india….i was bit of lucky in the journey..but at the end….”for what I was goin for I found her no more..”..life is a dear adventure..and you can put any station as ur next station..or aim..dreams..…if you will feel so..no matter what the end is..little happiness will add up makes you strong….may be your aim will deny you to  accept..but dont forget what you have achieved and most important the moments u passed..and try until your aim says”hug you”…………………….

chaiwala

I am in Kolkata
 As you know its the place of joy,spirit of football specially mohunbagan vs east Bengal.You will find more topsy turvy way rather than the state road.I am just behind the gate of presidency college which is usually not silent as it is now.Actualy the time is unusual..its 3.15 am…me and my brother wants some fresh air(i guess you better know what I meat by fresh air)…so we always use to go to the chaistall. Roads are glazing and tram lines  shinining with yellow lightes which is  behind almost all d street of Kolkata.As it was in the news that it is going to be replaced by all d white lightes.i wonder our Kolkata is changing…..ya where was i...hmm goin to our stall.... we arrived there ..its was just the opposite of our old college street market which is now being turned to a mall but under construction…At the stall ,boys from hindu hostel who were arguing with themselves over no matter , but they were discussing.They took  me back to my hostel life,chai after midnite  or  someday we use to consume extra inliquident …..Things were very much known to me..we both had chai..and I fagged bit more than other days…”the road which I travelled is the road I am gonna miss my whole life ”…the road 2 my hostel…..yeah there our hostel..who wants to hug me …"Chaiwala" has nothing to do with this feeling but the time what I  spent here always make me feel that I am still in hostel after being a passout..”…Hostel life gone but habits are still arguing with me like old Kolkata argues with the newer one…