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Beautiful Girl

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How can I break
such small little heart.

Oh, lord, it becomes my part…
everyday…

And I’m scared, oh little girl.
maybe I’ve fallen in your love …

who can say…

I may have gonna give a damn
I know this world is a sham…
but, I’d have loved you anyway.

You’re too small,
oh, little girl… too little heart
you know, too heavy to play with…
and two flowers in your shirt
underneath…

How can I break such small little heart
Oh, lord,
it becomes my love…
everyday…

Love in the time of Orkut

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Time was, time is, but the opportunity never knocks twice, so use it before the Time is past.
I first created an account on Facebook for sending a friend request to a girl.
While reading this, you don’t need three guesses to smell any extramarital affair. Let me reassure you first, I was a bachelor then.
The social media Orkut had been popular. At least throughout Calcutta my friends, including me, had an Orkut account to get around; Facebook was not as popular as it is now.
I worked for an Advertisement agency as a copy editor.
It was a reputed company having a spacious office inside an old building, decorated. There was a giant door in front of the office. Fair Mahogany wood crafts. It always would take efforts to open it. It was so heavy.
One day while I was to open the door to enter the office, she was coming out. We both were in a hurry, and if that massive door was not in between us, we would have collided.
She put her one hand on the back side of the door and pulled it towards her, holding its inner part and I tried to pull it towards me. We stopped for a while and stared at each other.
That was the first time, we met, and the experience was electrifying. I looked at her more than I needed. Right before my eyes, two large eyes bright with excitement. I felt I had never seen such lovely eyes in my life.
Her name was Gayaki. She had joined our office very.
Then, we would meet, in the corridor, inside the canteen, and it was frequent. When I looked into her eyes, sometimes she looked back, sometimes she didn’t.
Wondering how much time nature had taken to create such magnificent eyes.

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Please Don’t Close the Doors

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Don’t close the doors
Maybe someone saw possibilities which didn’t occur to her; the worst of all possibilities – death’s untimely visit. So it didn’t occur.
Maybe and may not be.
However, whether it occurs or not, possibilities remain endless, really endless; as death is a short night followed by endless day. And that is the reason, why you shouldn’t stop, shouldn’t allow the negative thinking pour into your heart.
When you stop at the doors set in the imaginary walls of possibilities, please try to open them; with empathy, with love, with utmost care. Being a good loser is always better than ending your life as a bad loser.
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Do you love your spouse?

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I know that the question is critical and too personal.
I’ve not written it in the form of a question, in order to get any information from you. What I’ve wanted to do is very simple. I want to hold an inquiry into the ‘affair’.
The word ‘love’ is an amazing affair. I hope you’d agree. It becomes a world affair when a country does not love another country. A war may break out. When a husband does not love his wife or vice-versa, it becomes a family affair. It can change your life. It can destroy your life.

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Is your marriage perfect?

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In my last blog, I’ve tried to understand why love wanes slowly as time passes by. It was an act believed to have magic power once; now why does it start to be an act of dull, routine duty? Why does it happen?
My last blog starts with the ubiquitous question – do you love your spouse? When someone doesn’t love his/her spouse, the idea of perfect marriage crumbles into dust. As love fades slowly, our bond begins to fail, gets weaker and finally one day it comes to an edge.

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Where is the Story-Teller?

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It’s almost two years that I did not write a story!
My last story “Pakhi Ure Jai” was published in Desh, and that was nearly two years back.
What happened to me?
Nothing. I just don’t get enough time to write. Web Programming steals my all imagination. And after ‘G’ left my office in August, 2008, leaving her beautiful eyes in my dreamy memory, I did not fall on any damn girl’s love. And I promised not to!
How can Sanjib Sinha write? So, now, he writes codes only!

Life calling….

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Expectations kill. It not only kills but in our modern day lifestyle, it is probably the meanest vice that make our life full of restless waves.
If I’m asked, what is your primary goal in your life, what do you want in your life, I’ll answer in negative.
I don’t want anything.
Now here is the catch. Do I really believe it?
I look upon, want to go down into my mind, and, oh my goodness, I find out just the opposite!
It is full of expectations. Though I can see, hear, walk, do other physical activities more or less, but still I want more.
What I want?
I want money, honour, success…..I’m full of pride, envy, my ego stays above everything. If I don’t get what I want, I get insulted. Anger is the meanest vice that often blurr my visions. I can’t think logically.
Where is love? Lust overpowers love.
Expectations overrule everything. I want more and more…..and never reach peace.