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The Bong-Shong Curry: January 2011

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Thoughts Not Thoughtful at all. And its here again. Back to the Eden. Ei IPL a , sei prothom dine. Adam ar Eve ,Eden Gardeney ,. Daam berechhe ,inflationey. Tobu apple , Eve nilo kine. Adam darie , boundaryr dhare. Apple dekhe , angle mare. Adam apple , nilo kere. Gobgobie , khelo chhire ,. Erpor , Brahma janen………. Did Darwin just say ‘ long live Evolution , come the Evolution’! And My Pants Come Off. Wishing you all a Very Happy New Year …. Links to this post. 171; Newer Posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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The Bong-Shong Curry: June 2011

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Thoughts Not Thoughtful at all. Miss Pickelby broke the news to Dobbis, as he tiresomely dragged himself into her apartment . 8216;Esme has disappeared ‘ she cried . 8216;Like every night , I had put him beside the fire, after he had finished his supper , for it was rather cold yesterday , and had gone to bed rather early ‘. 8216;Going by the length of its absence , Esme can be some two miles off , or may be dead ‘ ,quipped Dobbis , with the callous indifference of one , on whom the possible conseq...

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The Bong-Shong Curry: January 2010

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Thoughts Not Thoughtful at all. A friend of mine had requested me,sometime back,to compose a song for him,and I have finally been able to come up with one.Composed the music yesterday,and wrote the song today.Heres presenting the lyrics of the first song I have ever composed. It kaat balir stup,. Sohoshro manusher klanto micchil,. Soto manusher bhirer majhe. Sobai kano tobu bicchinno deep? Shopno gulo harie jae,. Bicharer bani shlilota harae,. Laal,nil,kaalor bikkhipto obhinoe,. Ami ottacharer aartonaad,.

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The Bong-Shong Curry: September 2010

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Thoughts Not Thoughtful at all. A short movie by the students of NIT Durgapur on the paranoia of death.the movie essentially has three interpretations,which i leave for the audience to figure out.the first nightmare sequence itself is full of symbolism,with the car representing death,the ghosts representing paranoia and the door representing a route for escape from death.thats why,the door reopens after he exchages his right to live. Links to this post. 171; Newer Posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Imagi...

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The Bong-Shong Curry: The Swansong

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Thoughts Not Thoughtful at all. April had come , ever so soft. The gentle tiptoeing on the winter leaves , scattered. On the frigid outpourings of the bygone frosty night. The Spring of Joy , the Spring of Life. Breeding searching calls of the confused cuckoo. Out of the sterile silence of the morning bright. Man , son of woman , born to the womb of a mother. Cradled to sleep by the unyielding sinews of her tired limbs. Man , born to April , breeding a thousand new sounds. Man , son of soil , child of war.

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The Bong-Shong Curry: The Ware-Wolf

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Thoughts Not Thoughtful at all. Lord Hampton , on surveying the congregation that had gathered in the room , and realizing that he was the bravest of the lot , felt disposed to give tongue to his sympathies. November 3, 2014 at 2:44 AM. Very nice post. Interesting to read. keep it up. 171; Newer Post. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow me on facebook. There was an error in this gadget. Sunday Morning Bobblehead Thread. When The Ridiculous Is Ominous. The Furniture Shop I...

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The Bong-Shong Curry: March 2010

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Thoughts Not Thoughtful at all. PICK MY DIRT.the meaning of art. Links to this post. 171; Newer Posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Your archetypal bong , with a view on everything. Peter , Peter/ Loved the bread , the cherry and the butter/ Oh ,but his mother/ Was never so kind / Was mad as a hatter. View my complete profile. PICK MY DIRT.the meaning of art. Follow me on facebook. There was an error in this gadget. Sunday Morning Bobblehead Thread. When The Ridiculous Is Ominous. The Man Who Laughs.

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The Bong-Shong Curry: August 2011

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Thoughts Not Thoughtful at all. Lord Hampton , on surveying the congregation that had gathered in the room , and realizing that he was the bravest of the lot , felt disposed to give tongue to his sympathies. Links to this post. 171; Newer Posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Your archetypal bong , with a view on everything. Peter , Peter/ Loved the bread , the cherry and the butter/ Oh ,but his mother/ Was never so kind / Was mad as a hatter. View my complete profile. Follow me on facebook. The Furniture S...

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The Bong-Shong Curry: June 2010

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Thoughts Not Thoughtful at all. Of fringed decks and embroidered sails. Every drop of sweat spent so true. An everfloating dream,carved of wood. Placed on the waterfront, it stood,. Forever,Resolute and astute. A dwindling stream of fuddled mud,. Scouring the horizons for a single floating piece of greying mass,. Anxious with wait to quench its arid thirst. Sauntering dry through the pebbles and sand. Cries and prayers had wafted through. Falling ever so slightly on Providence’s disdainful ears. Aj bujhi...

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The Bong-Shong Curry: February 2012

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Thoughts Not Thoughtful at all. April had come , ever so soft. The gentle tiptoeing on the winter leaves , scattered. On the frigid outpourings of the bygone frosty night. The Spring of Joy , the Spring of Life. Breeding searching calls of the confused cuckoo. Out of the sterile silence of the morning bright. Man , son of woman , born to the womb of a mother. Cradled to sleep by the unyielding sinews of her tired limbs. Man , born to April , breeding a thousand new sounds. Man , son of soil , child of war.