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Today morning i got a call from my mother and she said Rongali Bibhu r xubehsa thkil.it sounded weird cause she never did that to me when i was at home. She asked to me wear a new vest today .i said how will i get one at this ungodly hour. Its 6 am and no shop will be opened. She said fine.. Get yourself a new one and wear it later. And she hung up...i took my weary head and head to the bathroom. Hold my tooth brush and squeezed my toothpaste. And started brushing. Like a sepia envisage ,memories clouded my head. How my mother used to ask me to wake up early and forced me to take bathe and hit the coconut tree with a big stick and shout lag lag`(means grow grow) . I wonder why on earth people execute such weird rituals. I had wake up early else her like will be a patter and eat my head..i used to say fine im awake and im coming soon.After waking up i used to say to myself. Fuck i need more sleep. But that couldn’t be offered to me.Mostly all of Asomiya (native of Assam) agree with this assessment dictum of “Lag lag”. Its belived that it helps to promote growth. But who I was at that time to start a tiff regarding such nonsense. FTW lag lag? I had to be one of them..it’s like who will bell the cat.and i cant carry a self destructive moth analogy and fight with the old heads. Fine i followed with a blind ethic. Respecting my roots. uff who will save the sane anyway..after all these we used to wash our cow (Rani).it sound weird that we had a cow inspite of living in a city.i never understood why my family had a cow?? Yeah yeah a cow . It is a literary absurd thought according to me. About the genius concept of taming a cow. Think of the fodder how my family used to gather ? surprise ? My dad used to go to the Milatary farm near Basistha temple everday to get grass for Miss Rani. Grass for rani and not a toffee for little Roop. Such a unfair love :P. That was a inferior battle for love i kept on fighting till our Rani died.it was a sad tale.which im not going to write.my dad always used to be wary of the ejaculations of the demise of Rani .If anyone used to say Nath da hobo diyok bhali hoi,apunar bohot kosto hoi asil no.khodai khodai gha bisabibo loi and my dad used to be ready to bases valid argument against their words. He used to panned valid (maybe) lines regarding the benefits of taming a cow. From manure to milk. And what not. From nandi (shiv`s devotee ) to cow slaughters.uff.. i remember i used to drink Rani`s milk..But what about the dung?? humans never use it for consumptions.urine is used tough my hindu devotees and it was regarded as pious.i mean still today.back to dung taboo.it had to be for the plants. But back then we had no garden to use it..Where does the dung goes...really we didn’t bother much about how much it valued. I hated Rani sometimes because everyone used to be busy nursing Rani.and if she was pregnant she used to be a highly maintained bitch .And no one even cared whether i was done with studies or not . i still remember the peru(i dnt know the English word, buts its a milk product)when she used to give birth to calf. Rani was one of the first unambiguous characters back from my childhood whom i am hated. but i was a kid back then. After a long time Rani`s thought clouded my head. She was dear to my family. Today is bihu and its kinda obvious to remember about her.Oh wait, another exciting thing happened today. Minu(elder sister) send me a sms` lau kha bagena khai,bosore bosore bhari ja.maare khoru bapare khoru toi holi bor goru..(Arrrrrr!! ) i replied back- hoi de moi Jodi goru nije nu ki—gai??And after that i took bathe and got dressed and went to the restaurant to buy myself a b`fast.I was standing in the line, waiting to order my stuffs...when the typical-white haired-obstinate Marathi Buddha butts in asking a question on top of my head. When I told him to get in line, he told me ki 'thamba don minuteta lagta'. When i told him to get in line again, he asked me if my parents hadn't taught me to respect elders. A FAVORITE quotation with middle aged morons all over the country.When I asked him if he's teaching his kids to break lines, then he glared at me and not-so-silently waited for me to get my eatables. Bloody Arseholes..no cutting in line. There is a word in the hindi language- dheeth.>dheeth, is a word perfect for such morons in any city.maybe its guwahati or aurangabad. big,small,young,old. It doesn't matter what you try to teach them or tell them, it doesn't matter if you wave your middle finger in their face when they stare at your chest.they made a effective and positive impact on the minds of the people inspite of the fact that there was no dialogues in either of the clips.anyway the mood of working on a bihu is unthinkable in assam. All we people can think of is eat|celebrate|sleep. My mood of not working is well conveyed to my boss i guess. At 7.30 am only i told my boss, i will be leaving soon .i decided to stay away from industry. I knew it will be a paltry to tell why i want to leave early today. i mean to say that they will not agree with that kind of living we have there or the traditions we follow in Assam and hence they will be inkling and may so. To them it would be a simple line or word today is bihu or bihu.. i know i was getting little bit more excited about it. But what to do ranting sms into my inbox from all asomiya friends is fuelling my excitement. Please tell me is this a way of living?? Afar from home on this day. But i remember many lines right now. Form Einstein to anonymous .damn such lines are churning inside my nutcase. like if you wnat to be successful don’t associate yourself with things or places(i hope i got the quote correct..damn WGAF) or read this- If you do not want to live for your own dream then what are you doing here in the first place..who the fuck come up with such great motivating lines .but damn with it i am cutting off early. i should feel guilty that i took a half day for bihu..i sat on my pc and first thing i did was yanked my phone and forward some bihu sms to every asomiya friends and few close friends(mongrel regions-not-dog type please!!) and i want to wish you too happy rongali bihu incase you are reading it .i can have a clear envisage right now how people will be celebrating Bihu in assam .all will be gleaming with their new clothes and roaming around. Taking blessing from elders. Who are sensitive, who think from the heart and are emotional, and this festival is for us.its in our blood.Thus everyone waits for this time of the year. Even the local committee from every part of assam never demean the sensibilities of the audiences, so they try to bring most popular singer or musician for the people. As far as asomiya audiences are concerned they are mad about this. Whether its theatre or music we are always on.but work big noooo!! We asomiya are lazy asses. Digest it. And if any singer is called for such associated events with some local committee then they would do their best to promote it in their own way.But i never used to go for such shows. Cause i wasnt more into asmoiya bihu music..i never used to go for such shows despite my friends's vain attempts at rubbing me around. rolled up in my head and hand like a mad fellow...i will not let go.Nooo!! fuck noooooooo!!.stereo type of bihu hits loudly proclaimed from public shows, stereotypes songs from all the VCDs drifting to your ears, anywhere you may probably land up your ass... These are the stereotypes that tremble beneath the humorous city buses to saloon (provided it’s not owned by a bihari). Unfiltered speakers blaring like a annoying sound..half of the soundtracks sounds similar. Only lyrics are altered and the a bit variation with the tempo or beats( i mean saooooou of dhol in asomiya)and they advertise in commercial- new songs for you people. Wtf!! They will put one song by zubeen garg and compile it in a different case..after that cheap VCD will sell like hot dogs. I won’t talk the pirated versions it will beyond my tiny little brain to do the maths. Really half of the asomiya public buys that. Thank god im not one of them ,—“No bihu songs fits. Especially inside my head.” But for today that importance of those songs are different. Really i like to quote a line, more of a graffiti which my room mate wrote back in my hostel room. ` The further you go from where you stay,the closer you get from where you belong` .this adage holds true for those who outlives their family and dear ones. I know how it feels. We are like standing between individualism and materialism, frustratingly unambiguously true. Why are we running? For what? Happiness lies in trivia not in bigger stuffs. Small small joy matters but we never value them. We claim to know all the answers about all these,but what the use. Please someone cuts me some slack. Why are I’m writing all this. My life without family is not well-documented. No morose feeling, i or we chose that. Ugliest face of existing afar from family..uff i know you will say roop stop that now. At a time when we have grown weary of hearing such words and roop talks a reckless shit now. but what to do the significances of bihu is hard to miss. Many of the line are more sombre now i guess :P. You guys will not give a flying fuck to my lines and continue to live your lives in the way you want and believe me its right for you. Honestly, I don't care about the emotional dynamics of this whole thing, but I hate it here. i want to be in home. Atleats for today. Wish i had some magical shoes which could take me home .missing a lot today .among them what i miss most in guwahati is my room, it is just an extension of myself ,it got the stuffs which i love or value the most. My tapes.my CDs (once i was ranked as the top collector of metal videos not anymore) my novels, my newspaper cuttings, my guitar, my computer,my Philip powerhouse. 320 watts ..pounding fucking hard!.my bed,my doormate ,ceiling fan crapp !!what else..wait a room which is full with rock and metal poster. Not a single bit of cement to be seen. Like every night i used to sleep with like more than 400 musicians pictures. Haha i know a sane will find it hard to venture into my territory. Damn i miss my room now. When I was in guwhati, in bihu day,i used to get many new clothes like from my mama,mahi, pahi and from my two sisters.but the matter of fact was that i never wore any. I used to discard them to the needy. Didn’t like those cloths much. All sober looking cloths while i preferred black prints or plain black..i had like more than 35 black shirts. My mother used to get bewilder whenever i used to buy my next black shirt. May be she used to get confused which one to wash and which one not to wash. Later she stopped complaining as her fallacy about my shirts wear falling to black holed ears. Cause like everyday i used to change two three times. But now time have changed. i wear my best Indian clothes, shower them with liltle perfume, and be on my best behavior. days have changed and i have grown up.i cant act like a cocky fuckward now. It is to show i put on for those frat-type brown people around me, trying to convince them i wasn't uneducated,savage,wild exotic, half-savage beasts,and surely not one of them(from apocalypto movie). People here got a lot of misconceptions regarding my domicile.. i wonder do they really had geography as a subject in schools? This is what all this feels like.i am not blaming those village deeth . i mean educated one who claims to be civilised . yanking E series or Blackberry in small conversations. Can’t they spend like 5 mins from their schedule and discover what is there. Go wgaf!!Except, this world is one hell of a large class that can instruct them how to remain dumb and unaware about the hep and happening around, and I don't think anyone's going to agree to walking in a straight line. Morons. My blood boils now. Anyway. Dilligaf? Fuck off!So such high maintained moron should use their little intelligence to pine for girls and shove their money and brain wherever they thinks is best.For REAL, fact-based, anti-state, my suggestions trashing I would suggest that you too should take a look at what the expert professional rebel roop have to say :P
Doesn’t he sound crazy surreal and too awesome :D.. enough monkey on my back now and it aches.im okActually not really.. In real life it's more upset and accusing. Sometimes. My face that i wear .It is a face that makes me question what sort of person I am, and the tragic act of betrayal I was going to carry out by going to college/work// eat- performing the basic functions of life. It is not an easy face to forget..plenty of emotions swirling and clouding my head. So i talkshits. anyway im fine.I have finally gotten over my homesick anxiety problem.But till last year, when I had to leave for a semester vactions. I used to feel- nervous about where I'm going and what I'm going to do but mostly freaked out that everything I am leaving behind might change or collapse.i have changed now.i want to be in home forever now. Maybe my house will burn, all my friends will make new friends and forget all about me, or somebody will read my past and reveal my secrets to the world.i don’t know what was it.Since I have discovered the world-basically around the time when you are losing your minds to teenage angst and drama-I have been afraid of the unfamiliar. Teenage carved me and i am not doing anything great with my life now ,just improvising what i have done in my teenage days.Anyway i left office finally and i called my friends they we should call for a bihu party tonight. They yes its 7 pm then . i said fine..i was excited. Making plans. Damn- it will awesooooooome!! we will get sloshed tonight.i will be fucking high like a kite."I took bathe and i slept. I woke up at 5 and call my friend to pick me up at 6pm he said ok. I was getting bored so i decided to sit on computer until stupid time comes. I logged on to facebook.com but it sucked up like hell. Without flesh and superbug fb is boring. No good friends to chat with. I decided to check some articles. i called my friend after sometime again. its 6.40 now. i asked when he will be coming. He said wait for 20 mins .he was still in office. I said fuck what are you doing and try to come fast. We will be late . Party begins at 7 pm. Come fast esle we won’t be able to make it. He said I’m coming. I was becoming reckless. My head was becoming heavy. Its getting dark and i don’t know what to do . its 7.40 now and i ranged him again. Whats up now? Are you coming .he said no. i jarred fuck you and hung up. He spoiled my eve. I dunno know what to do now. I thought of venturing to a () and guzzle couple of () . And to add salt to my misery today was a (). Baba sahib ambedkar jayanti. I said why god?And i left with disappointed . i was sulked and i don’t know what to do. Its 9 pm and im outdoor.I was clueless. I saw a internet cafe and decided to go there. I thought of downloading some videos. My home internet connection fiends with me most of the time. More over i haven’t downloaded any stuffs for like last one year. Never felt the need of it. I download youtube downloader and started downloading some educational and metal videos. Opeth ,Aic videos i downloaded. Its 11 pm and i left the cafeteria and i ventured for some hotel to get a meal.i ordered paneer tika with tandoori roti. Like a glutton i finished it fast.i wanted to check the videos so i hurried to my room . i played the videos couple of time and played some air guitar . Some opeth track were so brutal that my sub woofers were shaking . Pounding high till 1 am and i dunno know when i fell asleep. I woke up at 6 am next day and headed to office. Really what a bihu eve. I will remember that. . who eyed my happiness ?