Blahs.

First off:
HAPPY FELLOWSHIP LEAVES RIVENDELL DAY.... {Also known in some cultures as Christmas}

Now, for matter.

The Prince went to Shantiniketan {Yes, thats the seat of the Viswa Bharati University (The same University which is unique in several ways, most known of which is that the classes are still held in the open, under a large tree.), founded by Rabindranath Tagore's dad, Debendranath (I think)}, for the Poush Mela... a yearly festival in which a huge..... HUGE fair is held. {I mean HEEEYYUUUGEEEEE}. Things costing between Re. 1 {Roti, Toys} right up to Rs. 1000000 {Or more... tractors} were being sold.
The Prince is averse to such fairs... but even he is not exempt to the tempting savouries of the local rural people {GOD were the Patishaptas good (Erm.... my dear bloggers who stay in Red Bengal (a.k.a West Bengal) please help me in telling the folks who don't know what it is, that is if you know it!}
Also he roamed around the countryside, gathering as much info as he could on a singular sect of ascetics called Bauls. Now, these Bauls have a specific type of music, renowned music. They have Power in their music. That little twinge in their voices, that tiny twist in their Ektara {A stringed instrument consisting of a single string}, and the whole audience is memerised.
These Bauls are unusual, in that they are the small missing link to Sophia of the European sects and Hippies of the American and other Western sects. The Bauls, since time immemorial have been everything against the normal ascetics. If the 'normal' ascetics say that you should always do the Pujas after a bath, they always do it without a bath. If the norm says you should do the holy rituals in holy and hallowed ground, they will do it in the crematorium ground. If the norm says sex with a woman who is not your wife is unholy and ungodly, they (yes, its true) keep specific sex partners for this reason. And, they are God believeing, and sacred to the highest degree...
Yes, funny isn't it? Their side of the argument is that Life is like crossing a river, with all its obstacles. The 'normal' ascetics would use high methods to cross it, lets say jumping. But its not always feasable is it? The Bauls jump right into the river, meeting the averse and dirty things of life head-on. They manupulate it. Yes, if they couldn't then they are not good swimmers and would be dragged by the current. They swim through this and reach the other side... clean and pure, as they have just had a bath. The bad things in life actually purify them, and they are usually found in crematoriums, as this is the place of change... from Life to Antilife.{Erm... Death, the word sounds extremely fullstoppy!}
Just like Sophia, who is pure because she had been everything that religion says is unholy... and she has withstood each temptation, and come out purer, each time.
The Hippy culture takes only the physical aspect, and therefore are not exactly 'pure'....
Ah well, all these were told to me by the HoD of History in the University.
Supplements from a Restaurant owner... {Yes, appearences are DEFINITELY deceptive. The owner was a double MA {Maths (yes, in those days it was an 'art') and Sanskrit.... whooooo, and that too from BHU {Benaras Hindu University, the largest non residential university in Asia.} and also an MPhil in History of sects and religions of ancient and middle Bengal.}, I was stunned by his knowledge.

Oh plus... do await pictures, in the same post.
{A little hint: What does a wayward Prince, bored like anything do when he gets a chance to visit Nature really minutely with his camera (Which incidentally has a tiny 2 GB card attached to it)?}

Chocolate

What was I thinking when you left me love?
I was broken, totally.
I felt insignificant.
Is this usual, when lovers break?

I was in tears.
I hate this.
I hated you.
I wanted to... at least.

A year was enough for you right?
It isn't.

I opened it.
Dark and bitter.
I ate it, and I felt at ease.
What are you?
Now I forgot you.

Or did I?

I bit it again.
It felt wonderful.
Almost like it felt when I was with you.
Almost.

I hated it.
But it was good.

Dark and bitter, it soothed me.
Fair and sweet, you left me.

I stared at it.
It shined with moisture.
My tears?

I remembered the moments of pleasure.
Now I drown it in this...
Dark and bitter.

I woke again...
I will remember you.
Now and then...
But this moment belongs to you....
Dark and bitter.

Winter night.

Its beautiful, isn't it?

Star studded. The best constellations making their way across the sky.
Here is the mighty Hunter, with his sword and shining belt. He is shown, fighting the raging Bull. He is mighty. But, he is killed by his lover, deceived by her. And so, he dies. But he is venerated; placed among the heroes in the sky.

But where is his nemesis?
Where is his love?

Its hard to understand how the world works.
You feel that excessively, when you are a small eye looking at the sky.

One Winter night.

News.

My Dear Blogger Friends...

Its a sad thing, but it is true.

The old Fealdamar is gone.... sniff sniff.
BUT, I shall make this abomination into a blog deserving of greatness... etc...
It was a dumb decision, I agree; going to Blogger Beta.
But, hell.... its done and over with.

Do see the sideblog from now on...

And, please visit Nihil Ultra Myth and pay your last respects.
It is to be deleted on Thursday- 14th of December.

Not any more...

I have borne you, through the sightless world.
I have covered you, from the bitter cold.
I have shielded you, against the brutal soldier.
I have loved you, but now that fire does smoulder.

What did you do?
What did you do?

I have smiled with you, through the harsh happiness.
I have cried with you, from the exhilarating wretchedness.
I have climbed with you, against the obstructive blizzard.
I have stayed with you, but you were vile, pitiful, desolate and wretched.

Why did you do what you did?

You tormented me.
That one Word; the Word of Love?
Or Hate?

You agonised me.
That one Smile; the Smile of Hope?
Or Despair?

That one act of cruelty...

You distressed me.
That one Touch; the Touch of Pleasure?
Or Pain?

You tortured me.
That one Kiss; the Kiss of Life?
Or Death?

Not anymore Love.
I don't have any more energy left to dissipate on you.
Not any more Darling.
I don't have any more tears to waste on you.
Not any more Dearest.
I don't have anything, anymore for you...

Food and other things

Well, a few friends and I had gone to my friends birthday hanging-out thing...
We decided to go to a movie {Which I shall not name, lest I shall be laughed or snickered out of existence}. It was, in a nutshell, a bad movie.
Ah, well... now comes the best part: FOOD!

We went around to a place nearer to school. The Park Street area... to a 'nice', 'quaint' 'little' pizza parlour.
There, I called out to a waitress... a being of unparalleled beauty, and a very nice smile.

I said, in a low voice {Which was the sad part, as she was quite some metres away (All right, this is exaggeration)} : "Um... Excuse me?"
She looks around... she didn't see me call out. My friend {whom I shall now refer to as N.(the birthday boy), the others are M. and C.} starts sniggering. I ask him to shut up.
She comes along {Lets say I call her W., for waitress} and asks: "What is your order sir?".
I spout out the order, assisted by my comrades (No! I am NOT a commie). Then she asks: "Whats your name sir?"
I am dazed...("She's actually asking my name!"). I am speechless. She asks again. My friends are now giggling. I say: "Um... Kaushik".
Then she says: "Your order will be coming in about 15 to 20 minutes; would you like to order something else?"
My friend N., grasps my hand at this veritably inopportune moment.
W. looks at me struggling to get my hand off, and smiles very beautifully, and goes away.
I look furiously at the birthday boy.
He says: "Its my birthday!"
And, I cool down, and start laughing all the same.
C. says: "You should have asked the other waiter..."
M. is the quieter one, and says: "Forget it and lets eat!"
There is a bell at the entrance to the place. People ring it if they think the service was good, and get a huge rush of 'Thank You!' from the waiters/waitresses.
I usually don't ring. But this time, {after leaving a 'generous' tip, for the waiter who took over from W.} I decide to ring...
*RING*
And coincidentally, W. is right beside the bell. And says "Thank You!"
And we all say (This was planned!) "WELCOME!"
The staff laugh... so does she.
I almost mouth "Thank you" to her.


Ah well.
You know the routine.
The Prince is on his never/ever ending quest for something.