<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384985243192736097</id><updated>2011-11-28T06:00:08.202+05:30</updated><category term='Death'/><title type='text'>Life of an Execution</title><subtitle type='html'>As the title might suggest!
my whole blog is all dedicated to all the life forms around me, 
which i could have in no other way explained to other people without writing it down,
and to blog it so as to make it public!

Hope all who read may enjoy my post.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sujoy-mukherjee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384985243192736097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sujoy-mukherjee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996459384262996738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkGbCCt7fs0/TDX0t8pxxeI/AAAAAAAAA0c/05gjTDl1-KM/S220/Blur.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384985243192736097.post-3497319953319524581</id><published>2011-06-25T02:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-25T03:02:51.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Red</title><content type='html'>A seed of death has taken birth in my head&lt;br /&gt;Horizon gloomy dark, all painted red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything got washed away in the rain&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left but pain&lt;br /&gt;The pain, this pain, its so real&lt;br /&gt;pain is the only emmotion i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurting myself to know I am alive&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by anger, here now I survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mother! Its getting darker in here everyday&lt;br /&gt;Dead bodies, murder, anarchy, all in my head, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tattoos of red all in my heart's wall&lt;br /&gt;pull me out, save my soul, break my fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3384985243192736097-3497319953319524581?l=sujoy-mukherjee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sujoy-mukherjee.blogspot.com/feeds/3497319953319524581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3384985243192736097&amp;postID=3497319953319524581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384985243192736097/posts/default/3497319953319524581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384985243192736097/posts/default/3497319953319524581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sujoy-mukherjee.blogspot.com/2011/06/red.html' title='Red'/><author><name>Sujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996459384262996738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkGbCCt7fs0/TDX0t8pxxeI/AAAAAAAAA0c/05gjTDl1-KM/S220/Blur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384985243192736097.post-4460080815234560143</id><published>2011-02-03T16:32:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:46:40.297+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Nude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Everybody's Nude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Wearing a Prada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;She passed me by and had me allude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A smile so Vile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A lie in the Eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;In my Gap I feel so shy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Everybody's Nude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;With the cofidence in walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and the European talks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Her charecter so white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and its written in Chalk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Everybody's Nude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;covering up whats inconsequential&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Just so wide open where its essential&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Only face doesn't suffice to do the magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Those pretentious curves, Silicon makes it tragic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Everyone Loves them for them plastic toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And I wish they are the real McCoys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Everybody's Nude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Be bewitched between the legs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mouths wide open, and tounges in Flex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Fingers shaking, dripping sweat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Pounding on, Hearts dont feel any threat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The pace of her blows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Have you faster to grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Brains tread slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and the darkness glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Everybody's Nude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When you can hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Saint in your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and your mind, the Devil resides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A secret so Loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When out, you mouthfully despite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3384985243192736097-4460080815234560143?l=sujoy-mukherjee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sujoy-mukherjee.blogspot.com/feeds/4460080815234560143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3384985243192736097&amp;postID=4460080815234560143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384985243192736097/posts/default/4460080815234560143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384985243192736097/posts/default/4460080815234560143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sujoy-mukherjee.blogspot.com/2011/02/everybodys-nude.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Nude'/><author><name>Sujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996459384262996738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkGbCCt7fs0/TDX0t8pxxeI/AAAAAAAAA0c/05gjTDl1-KM/S220/Blur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384985243192736097.post-4508104677270665083</id><published>2007-12-04T20:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:09:12.456+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Utopia of a Stomped Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence is something very special for a man who has been humiliated due to his speech&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;Its not that, that the man does not want to speak no more, or it also does not mean that he is now waiting for the correct time to speak, but instead, due to the humiliation he know has known the importance of silence in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;Thus in the same way, we keep on doing those things only which give pleasure to us. We keep on doing the same thing until we have reached the marginal utility of the item or we at last got humiliated due to the so called “pleasure”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;We  run after things which are least needed, but still we proudly state that we are doing a hell of an important job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;We are running at a very fast pace to juice out the most of our lives but not thinking twice about the importance or necessity of the juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;Often we blame our destiny and our life style for being so unpredictable and rough (respectively), and we very surely say that our destiny is scoffing at us. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;But in reality is it so or is it something that we project in our own brain for ourself so as to have someone or something for us all the time who or which can take an acceptance for all the mis happening of our life? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;After all, how can “WE” make mistakes? “WE” are the most knowledgeable creatures on this planet! “WE” are the creators of infinite number of “useful” objects! “WE” are “THE HUMANS”. “WE” are this and “WE” are the only one who are that also! “WE” are everything here THE KING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;Sounds great, isn't it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;But its not so great when we actually think about it! I mean if we for once sit down, leaving every freaking important work for sometime, and just think of the various causes of the problems of our lives. Then i am damn sure that in the very roots of our huge problem it is only us who are standing alone as the sole cause of the immense catastrophe. But even after knowing the cause we don't accept it, and we keep on finding a cause and effect relationship for everything &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;WE try to seek pleasure in everything and that too in a shortcut manner. Even a shortcut to reach GOD without even knowing that HE exists or not. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;Let me ask, why is it so? Why are we all in a race to reach the goal even if the goal is not worth reaching! And above all that, why are we always in a race?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;No matter how many examinations you pass! No matter how many tests you've gone through! The final destination is always the same. If you know what am I speaking about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;So why do we always need to create a dreamland, before we even start our journey to the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;Why do we try to invent such unwanted stops in our journey? despite of the fact that all of us know that there is an end to everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;As far as my thinking is related, i can only see that, when we accepted the fact that we can reach such wonderlands, it showed at that moment only, how very dumb we really are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;And how dumb are those persons who really made us think that there is a space for any other distractions in our lives except than just to survive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;Some will ask me regarding to my theory about those people who are billionaire and living in their huge houses beside some man made lake! But for them also i will say that they are also in the same fight for survival and they are somehow surviving better than the rest. Nothing more than that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;When we are born, till the age when we are really able to think, in between that long duration our brain is always in a constant process of stomping, it gets stomped from all around, from our parents, our environment, from everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;So at last when we really grow up and start our journey towards end, we never see the ultimate goal, but instead we try to reach the self created Disneyland, an UTOPIA, which never existed. Without even for once, straining our pre-stomped brains about the aftermath of this hot pursuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;And when we after all we really get to the ashes of our broken and burnt dreams, we only then realize our fault and try to start afresh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;Many do succeed in starting afresh and many collapse within themselves after what has happened!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;So after knowing about such devastating results! Why don't we all do ourselves a favor and force our stomped brains to end this chase to our pre created utopia and focus on the one sole end of us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;And that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;DEATH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Utopia,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3384985243192736097-4508104677270665083?l=sujoy-mukherjee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sujoy-mukherjee.blogspot.com/feeds/4508104677270665083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3384985243192736097&amp;postID=4508104677270665083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384985243192736097/posts/default/4508104677270665083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384985243192736097/posts/default/4508104677270665083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sujoy-mukherjee.blogspot.com/2007/12/utopia-of-stomped-brain.html' title='Utopia of a Stomped Brain'/><author><name>Sujoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996459384262996738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkGbCCt7fs0/TDX0t8pxxeI/AAAAAAAAA0c/05gjTDl1-KM/S220/Blur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
