"And the only way to get rid of a shadow is to turn off the lights, to stop running from the darkness and face what you fear, head on."

Taken at my very close friend's drama recital. Took my camera out after a long long time. Kind of went OTT with the picture capturing. Might have seen most of the play through the lens but none the less, a really good evening spent there. Have some more pictures to post. This one here might be my favorite among all of the 800 pictures. ( I told you I had gone crazy!) I love the lighting, the Ramayana feel to it,  and the fact that it reminded me of this quote I had hearted a year back.

Guess who's getting all three of the hunger games books? ME ME ME *wink wink* I cannot wait to get that big brown package mashed around with that well known flipkart tape with a lovely "handle with care" sign carefully put on because obviously there's bloody important stuff inside. 

And then I hear the books look lovely and there's supposed to be a hunger games t shirt too inside. What are you kidding me? 3 more days. The bloody perks of people who live in the metros and get books in 2-3 days and people like me just have to wait and tick of dates on calendars. :( 

Anyway BIG BLOGGY shout-out to Peebeaaaaa! Thank you for telling me. I had lost all hope on getting the books in a reasonable parents-not-giving-me-the-look price. :P

Will tell you when they reach our place, and I am officially out of facebook again. ( Done that before. Didn't work out to say the least. Had my butt back on the very next day. Here's to trying once again. Bleh!)

Sam B

Memories

I erased my slate of dust

Of stories of our past

The smog filled the air around 

I waved my hand through it fast

Sunday nights at the park

The wind blowing through our hair

Watching the moon shine above

We used to walk without a care.

The countless pictures you took of me

The messages I re-read and saved

The yellow polka dot you loved me in

Your smelly jacket that I craved.

The times we bunked literature classes

And ran away to the beach

We drew our names side by side

On the wet sand with our feet.

These dusty memories screamed of you

Your skin, your words, your smell

But now i have a new chalk in hand

To doodle new stories to tell.

TO A ROCKING 2012

-SAM B 

Nothing less than family.
Tonkaburo ar moushumi mashi, 2012 :)

Shubho Naboborsho!!

SHUBHOO NAVOBORSHOOOOO People!

translation: Shubho is Happy, Nava is new and Borsho is year which translates to Happy Bengali New Year. :)

Yeah...as if I'm the perfect person to teach you bengali! :/

And I took hold of Ria's The Time Traveller's Wife...and had a splendid funn time at her house organizing all the nooks of her huge wardrobe and then had a pura-bengali lunch with food on coconut leaves. Oh the lovely traditions! 

I now have knowledge of every dress, shirt, trousers she owns and can tell you where she has them in her wardrobe...quite something ryt :P
Got this picture today. Credit : Ria again. Thank you sooo much for taking the pic. I love it :)

My best buddies :) Can't get any better!
This was sometime this year when we were all punished for bunking class. :P

Oh and I had MISTI DOI. And I wanna play football.

SO chill guys

BYEE

RANG BARSE!

Post a 1 hr shower :P I feel like I'm out of the sets of Avatar! The pics where I am apparently there (?) :P will be uploaded later.

HAPPY HOLI YOU GUYS!! :D 

Big Fat Post Below :)

Shadowed Verses 

She slips out of her blankets

Hearing them whimper asleep

Her shadows cross dark corridors

Door to door, she creeps.

She’s unstoppable now,

All her heart now desires

To write under the candle light

Her passion high on fire.

She runs through her words

Draws stories in her head

They sleep in peace knowing

Naima has not gone ahead.

She cares of no one now

She leaves her qualms behind

Naima Ali, the upcoming writer

Is the picture she has in mind.

She remembers how they would torture her

Strangle her passion to death

She remembers the pain, the fear, the sweat

The obstacles, the walls they would set.

The pain she feels, the anger in her

She puts into her lines

Like a burning hearth that ignites the soul

Her words shout out her cries.

This is the Naima she dreams of

This is the Naima she strives to be

Through verses of love, she’ll topple weak walls

Which veiled her face, from the world to see.

Yesterday I had this "huge" emotional upsurge; very weird I tell you. Makes you go waaaaaaaaaa....but then brings out the poet in me which is a plus point. Made me write 2 poems and I'm pretty happy with how they turned out to be :P Ok I'm done with my haughtiness, so Enjoy and show some love through your comments :P


And I had NO idea Naima means tranquil. I had heard the name before and instantly loved it. Hence Naima Ali :)

Anddddd We play holi tomorrow. So Im superr duperrr excited. And Ujaan is in town and Koko is here too which makes things awesome. 

And I have PICS to share...Sam B meets her canon presents u these -

This was at Shankha's wild yet beautiful garden. Damned I don't remember the name of this beauty :P

Football at our terrace. Golu doing a super duper flip!

@Balarampur village. Mother India I call her!

My little cousin Tito; my only model for pics :P. I love him to pieces. 

Tito again.

The days of Film. Some old picture I found of baba in his college years. :) Memories.

Football @ our terrace. It can't get any better! I wish I wouldn't have cut off Golu's legs. Shit :P

Dida, one of the strongest people I know. She knows to live life. <3

Sam B and the cam. What can I say? I play around with it too much you see :|

Thanks for stopping by,

Happy Holi once again!

SAM B

PS All pics takes with a Canon EOS 500D

WHAT SHE WORE : Black n Blue

Presenting my mother :)

WEARINGGGGG:

Black Kurti : FabIndia

Peacock blue dupatta: W

Earrings: City centre, Kolkata

Jeans: Pantaloons

She doesn't wear jeans often but today morning was different :D 

Keep it simple,

SAM B