After my last post, I got at least four phone calls from my friends in Calcutta. Worse still, one from Shillong. People are thinking whatever crap I write in this blog is true. Well, I must confess, I am a very poor guy living a life of hardship. Luxury is an alien word for me. And I am not a scoundrel as not to support my family (if they need).
Don’t confuse with what I am and what I write.
The last post was a synopsis of the drama that I am presently working on. It would be staged during durga puja next year by my group “prayash natyagoshthi”. Don’t confuse it with real me please!
My writing may read morbid and haughty but the drama is actually a comedy one.
I wonder what sanjoy, arup, makra and sudipta will say after watching my drama.
Hope all your misconceptions will be answered to.
You have objected to my post, but did you ever consider, when I jumped into a pond? I don’t know swimming!!!
Why didn’t you ask me who is this arpita or suparna when I write about them? And who the hell is this sushmita?
Well, in arpita you may find semblance of somebody, but do I dare to write about her in such a fashion. Man, I know what the result to piss her is. Afterall, I have to spend my whole life with her! I would not risk my head writing some “secret” article about her.
And yes, I don’t need any body to love me. I am not hungry of love. You all know I have a steady girlfriend from my nappy days.
Well, even if there is any 'sush', how can she cross my road now? I work in Bangalore. Where is the scope of me meeting her in Calcutta.
And my father is too well employed to support his family, and my parents are as hale and hearty as it should be.
Guys take it lightly. And yes, from now onwards, read my posts with a pinch of salt.
If you are convinced that I am the same person you treasure as your friend, do visit my blog again. Please.