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কোথা সে জানিনা ... মন তবু তারি কথা বলে
তারি সাথে পথ চলে
Jakhon nirobe dure..... Darao ese..
Jekhane path bekechhe..
Tomai chhute chaoyar muhurtora
Ke jane ki abeshe dishehara..!
When all of a sudden you wake up in the midst of a nightmare.... the nightmare that takes you back to the memories which you hoped you have so confidently dumped with lots and lots of other damn things..... but then you realize that with every moment someone has lived deep inside you, made a deep impact...... you realize that you have actually been changed from what you were to what you are.......
you walk upto the huge glass window, with that big BLACK curtain safely guarding your privacy from the outside world..... you look out and it strikes you that you cannot actually feel those warm, assuring hands on your forehead anymore..... in a sudden flash you are back at the point when you were waiting for someone to show up with an anticipation that she would be coming only for you..... but then you wake from the dream with a jolt..... to realize that you traveled half-way across the globe in search for that queer feeling only to be rebuked at.... in a flash it reminds you have that huge void you felt when the only person u believed to be close to you...chose to stay away..... . . .
you realized that you are actually unwelcome here..... did it shatter you? did it break you down? Strangely you were surprised to see that you just became silent.... you couldn't argue.... nothing in life really seemed to attach or attract you... when you looked up in the mirror... you could actually see the wall behind you... you realised you saw through yourself........... it dawned that you are non-existent even to yourself.... so what next.....
life was never the same before or after..... over the past year... your shield has taken a 1000 batterings.... some verbal...some silent.... numerous times your words have cut through in a flash .....only to realize that it hurt you more cause you never intended to hurt the other person...... how could you....you realize that you fight yourself........ in the end it's you who lose..... even today when the silent letters fill up the walls...and like unforgiving spirits cut through every inch of your very existence....................... when you come back to your cubicle at the end of the day... you glance at the empty seat...then just before you logoff.... a blinking communicator window catches you eye..... the silent words that keeps you haunting again and again "it was something else you were looking for........." and u feel a warm droplet slowly making its way down.....somehow u try to feel which is more empty you or the office.................................
you realized that you are actually unwelcome here..... did it shatter you? did it break you down? Strangely you were surprised to see that you just became silent.... you couldn't argue.... nothing in life really seemed to attach or attract you... when you looked up in the mirror... you could actually see the wall behind you... you realised you saw through yourself........... it dawned that you are non-existent even to yourself.... so what next.....
life was never the same before or after..... over the past year... your shield has taken a 1000 batterings.... some verbal...some silent.... numerous times your words have cut through in a flash .....only to realize that it hurt you more cause you never intended to hurt the other person...... how could you....you realize that you fight yourself........ in the end it's you who lose..... even today when the silent letters fill up the walls...and like unforgiving spirits cut through every inch of your very existence....................... when you come back to your cubicle at the end of the day... you glance at the empty seat...then just before you logoff.... a blinking communicator window catches you eye..... the silent words that keeps you haunting again and again "it was something else you were looking for........." and u feel a warm droplet slowly making its way down.....somehow u try to feel which is more empty you or the office.................................
Kaise bataye kyu tujh ko chahe yaara batana paye
baatein dilo ki dekho zubaan ki aankhen tujhe samjhaye
Tu Jaane Na
baatein dilo ki dekho zubaan ki aankhen tujhe samjhaye
Tu Jaane Na
Milke bhi ..gham na mile, tumse najane kyu
milo ke.. hey phasle, tumse najane kyu
anjaane.. hai silsile, tumse najane kyu
sapne hai..palko tale, tumse najane kyu u u u
milo ke.. hey phasle, tumse najane kyu
anjaane.. hai silsile, tumse najane kyu
sapne hai..palko tale, tumse najane kyu u u u
Kaise bataye.. kyu tujh ko chahe.. yaara batana paye
baatei dilo ki ..dekho zubaan ki aankhen tuje samjhaye
Tu Jaane Na
baatei dilo ki ..dekho zubaan ki aankhen tuje samjhaye
Tu Jaane Na
Nigaho mein dekho meri jho hai bus gayaa
wohe miltha tumse.. hubahu
wooo
jane tere aankhen thi …ya baatein ti wajaaa
huye tum jho dilki aarzu..
tum paas hoke bhi.. tum aas ho ki bhi
ehsaas hoke bhi ..apne nehei aisehai
humko gile.. tumse najane kyu
milo ke hai phasle.. tumse najane kyuu
wooo
jane tere aankhen thi …ya baatein ti wajaaa
huye tum jho dilki aarzu..
tum paas hoke bhi.. tum aas ho ki bhi
ehsaas hoke bhi ..apne nehei aisehai
humko gile.. tumse najane kyu
milo ke hai phasle.. tumse najane kyuu
Tu jane na
hooo…jane na jane na jane na..ha..aaa…tu jane na…
khayalo mei lakho baatein.. yu tho keh gaya
bola kuch na tere.. saamne
ooo
huye na begane bhi tum hoke aur ke
dekho tum na mere hi bane
Afsoos hotha hai ..dil bhi ye rota hai
sapne sanjhota hai.. pagla hua soche ye
hum te mile ..tumse najane kyu
milo ke he phasle.. tumse najane kyu
Anjane hai silsile.. tumse najane kyu
sapne hai.. palko tale.. tumse najane kyu o o o
bola kuch na tere.. saamne
ooo
huye na begane bhi tum hoke aur ke
dekho tum na mere hi bane
Afsoos hotha hai ..dil bhi ye rota hai
sapne sanjhota hai.. pagla hua soche ye
hum te mile ..tumse najane kyu
milo ke he phasle.. tumse najane kyu
Anjane hai silsile.. tumse najane kyu
sapne hai.. palko tale.. tumse najane kyu o o o
Kaise bataye kyu tujh ko chahe yaara batana paye
baatei dilo ki dekho zubaan ki aankhen tuje samjhaye
Tu Jaane Na
baatei dilo ki dekho zubaan ki aankhen tuje samjhaye
Tu Jaane Na
saregaregamagamapa
Tu Jaane Na
2007: Fridays
Friday 9:00 AM : OK team, lets wrap up things by 1:00, we are going for lunch, we shuld b back by 3:00. Please make sure that all follow-up mails are ready and we are good to go at 5:30.
Friday 5:00 PM : Well all looks good, all we need is to sent out the mails and that’s it. See you guys on Monday.
Friday 8:00 PM : Whizzing by on the highways to unplanned destinations
Saturday 12:00 AM : Dinner at a half closed all-nite dhaba with an equally crazy guy.
Saturday 2:00 AM : Back at home, Mom..wake me at 6, we have a trip.
2008: Fridays
Friday 9:00 AM : OK team, forget all plans, lets get working on the issues, we should have it done latest by 4:00.
Friday 5:00 PM : Things dnt look good at all, we lost a lot of time on the connectivity issue. We have a concall in ½ an hr, be prepared to stretch.
Friday 8:00 PM : Yeah …..ummm …. Ok , it looks like the issues are clean on our side, seems a lot of requirement changes are not propagated properly, we need send a detail followup and we are done.
Saturday 12:00 AM : Waiting for the confounded cab drop to turn up!!
Saturday 2:00 AM : Back at home, Mom….pls dnt wake me tomorrow
2009: Fridays
Friday 9:00 AM : We have two new apps going in this week, get them ready, see the tests and validation traces, and get the release letters going.
Friday 5:00 PM : Calls 1:30 to 2:00, 3:00 to 3:30, 4:00 to 4:30. Hey I still have half of the stuff pending.
Friday 8:00 PM : Well that’s a lot, done for the day. Got to get back and cook, get the stuffs going…. Oh may be if I get some time I can catch a nap too.
Saturday 12:00 AM : Hello, yes it’s me….no no I just finished, dinner…oh …ok we got a move coming up at 4AM….sure no problem…..I would be there by 3.
Saturday 2:00 AM : Leaving apartment…. Good Afternoon Mom(on cell)… everyones fine!! Cool…. No mom….can’t come on Skype…. I am going back to office..yeah tk cr… I will call u smtime later….
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