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"-The wood never dies.-"
"-Never to lament casually.-"
"-It must be done within the strict confines of dignity and beauty.-"



Perhaps only poets deserve to endure indefinitely in the memory of men!

Best regards to my “friend”
This is a direct note to the person so called an enemy
Who ever you are as one said it is a person capable of doing many things
To win.
First what ever you want to win have in mind :
1. NO ONE IS ABOVE GOD
2. THE WHILE GOES UP AND DOWN
3. YOU ARE NOT ABOVE THIS
4. KARMA COMES LATE LIKE A WOMAN
Now winning over me (very strange thing ) for me it’s like winning over the ashes.
I am sure you know me but you seem to forget I was born from the ashes
After all of these things you are doing now, time will pass, you will win (what ever you want to win) but than when you will forget occupied with winning something else I promise you GOD SEES, HEARS EVERYTHING, YOU CANNOT HIDE HONEY, THAN YOU WILL PAY YOUR DUES FOR YOUR DEEDS. THAT DAY YOU WILL REMEMBER ME AND WHAT YOU ARE DOING NOW THAN YOU GONNA PRAY, I HOPE GOD WILL HEAR YOU. NOW I WILL TAKE EVERYTHING BUT LATER YOU WILL BE TAKING ALL THE DUES FROM ME.
GOD WILL MAKE SURE THIS TO COME TRUE.
GOD HELP YOU THAN.
BY THE WAY I AM SORRY FOR THE PEOPLE THAT GUESS JUST AS I DON'T LIKE GUESSING :) WOW MANY PEOPLE HERE :)
BYE, BYE

This is who I am! This is the road I have paved, the strength I found & the mistakes I've made along the way. This is who I am! This is the road I have paved and now I've had enough of your judgement. You pass it so easily. If you think that I take it to heart now you see, this is my design. You don't know the cost. So I'll keep my faith & you can stay lost. Who is with me!? We have the strength to shed light. And this is the moment suspended in time. No limits, no boundaries at all. Just when you think we conform to a scene we break down the wall!

The crystal ball was out early, hanging as an immaculate witch in the sky…I gazed at her like a poetic ornament…I was tantalized by her reflection on the mango tree…I felt my phallus being sodomized by a witch…I became a poet and started writing poetry…There she lies gazing at me with poetic splendor…She made me a wizard of imagination…I said a hi to her by pinching my nipples…There, her reflection is falling on the window sill of my house…I am listening to Bach and eating electric sandwiches…My soul is over amorized…Witch from a coven, yield your poetic soul to me…Yes, I have fallen in love with you….

Dusk
The splendor of the sky dazzled as an ornament. The sky, a golden furnace, robes of orange, mystic flames of purple all serenaded me like a catharsis. Angels on wings danced in the pulchritude of delight. Time has become a frozen dream of music. Evening is a tranquil lullaby, a poetic sonata of love. I watch the sun go into its hive. Dark has become a mourning night.

Dream
Had a strange dream—in this dream, a black cat was hissing at me; it was only a kitten. Looked at dream interpretations and it said: ‘I am afraid of my own intuition’. I am not fully convinced by the interpretation.

Illuminati
I joined the fraternity of the Illuminati today. Feel happy as a new born flower.

Alice Coltrane...





Charles Mingus






Herbie Mann




Have a good week-end every one..

TAHAR NAAM TI RANJANA
(Her Name Was RANJANA)


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Girl : " Hello !!! "

Boy : " Oh Hi there !!
So ... You're that Girl who got the special permission to visit me in this last moments of my life !!!
But I wonder WHY !??
You know that I'm going to die just a few minutes later , Hang Till Death , don't you ?? "

Girl : " Yes.. I know.. "

Boy : " Then why are you here now !!!
What do you want from me ??
I don't even know you !! "

Girl : " But ... I think you are Mithu Da.. My Elder Brother , who ran away from our home long time ago when he was only 16.. "

Boy : " No... You've mistaken !! I'm not your Mithu Da !! I'm Kaushik.. Kaushik Gupta..
BTW .. Who are you ?? "

Girl : " RANJANA .. My name is Ranjana ...
So .. You're saying you're not my Brother !!!
But .... I'm feeling some resemblance with my brother ..
I just can't point it out exactly ...
Don't you remember anything !!??
Our Home.. The Village of our childhood , named Khanjana , the River in our village , named Anjana !!!
Nothing ??? "

Boy : " Nopp.. Not a single thing ... "

Girl : " Where are you from then ? "

Boy : " I'm from Bankura district , from a village , as far I recall the name was probably Kestopur or Bishtupur , something like that !! "

Girl : " Why ? Why !! Don't you remember the exact name of your village ? "

Boy : " No .. Cause I flee from my home when I was too young.. "

Girl : " Where did you study ? What is your favourite poem to recite ? "

Boy : " Study !!! No... I went to the Junior school only .. And recitation !! I don't even know what you are talking about !!!! "

Girl : " You don't know about recitation !! No.. Then you're not my Brother ...
My Mithu Da used to always Recite Poems for me before bedtime when I was a lill kid ...
His favourite poem was This " Tahar Naam Ti RANJANA " .. Because it's so similar with the name of our Village , our River , and My Name , all same !!!
NO.. You can't be my Mithu Da ...
OK... I should leave now ... "

Boy : " Heyy .. Wait for a minute ... I wanna ask you something .. "

Girl : " You !! Now You wanna ask me something !!! What ??? You said that you don't even know me !!! "

Boy : " Yes .. But now I'm feeling curious ..
Your missing brother , his nickname was Mithu , right !!
But .. What's his formal name ? "

Girl : " His goodname was Ambujakho Mazumdar .. "

Boy : " What !! Did you just say Ambujakho !!?? "

Girl : " Yes !! Why !!!! "

Boy : " As you mentioned the name , Now I remember ...
There was this Guy named Ambuj , who used to be my room partner long time ago ...
Yes yes !!! Now I can recall all these !!! He told me about his Village named Khanjana , the River named Anjana...
And his little Sister he left in his home , RANJANA !!! "

Girl : " Reallyyy !!! Reallyyy ??? You knew my brother !!!??
He lived with you !!!
You are not joking , right !?
You're not making this up to comfort me , are you ??? "

Boy : " No I'm not ... Yes ... We once used to share rooms ... "

Girl : " What else did he say to you !!?? "

Boy : " A lot ... He used to tell me , how and why he left his home so early without telling anybody .. As he wanted to be a responsible Man who will earn for his family and then return to the home with a lot of money ... "

Girl : " Did he recite any poem too ?? "

Boy : " Oh no.. Not any poem.. Never .. "

Girl : " Why not !! What happened ?? "

Boy : " Oh.. That's a sad story ...
He always tried so hard to earn money ... So that he could return to his family...
But.. He failed ... Again and again and again ...
You know ... I suggested him to join my Gang ... But he refused to be a Criminal ... "

Girl : " What happened next ??? "

Boy : " Then one day I saw on road , a few public was beating a guy for Pickpocketing .. And to my surprise , it was Ambuj !!! "

Girl : " NO !! NEVER !!! My brother can't be a Pickpocket !! My Mithu Da can't be a Criminal !!! NEVER !!! "

I know Michael's cartoons very well, unmistakable style and sharp wit, and as it happens today I came across and posted two of his. At the same time I learnt of his sister. I was searching to see if Michael ever drew a person with two eys, and up popped his sister, Mary


Michael is know to use two characters frequently - The Duck and Vasco Pyjama: