Author Archives: Ipsita Shome

Last Friday I was merely joking when I declared on Twitter that I will type down a blog on the above title. A guy (@collidingatoms) recommended me for following just because I declared the future existence of  this blog. I was trapped … Continue reading →

It was the morning of Saraswati Puja. I am that miserable eldest daughter who has to arrange for everything required for the puja, though she is confused about her theological status.Sigh! Next I had to go through the industrious task … Continue reading →

Post Karan Johar’s Wake Up Sid-Raj Thackeray disclaimer fiasco it’s now in vogue for everyone in every field to pose a disclaimer. Needless to say, I am Jack of all trade, and master of none(maybe one or two perhaps? no?).Thus … Continue reading →

Until and unless this hideous leech is officially kicked out from my life I will not breathe air.(Do not question my respiratory system ) The vampire’s name is EXAMINATION. This particular species of highly ultra-scopic visibility is a prudent, venomous, … Continue reading →

She ran for twelve suns Her comrades were dwellers of that sugar coated marathon-antagonism. Awareness of the truth unseen betrayed her. Betrayed her to the very lees. They all ran One sun, two suns, three suns. The Frails had a … Continue reading →

She petrifies me everytime she calls me from her workplace. I just opened my computer when this lady called my mom called inquiring about my whereabouts ! I plainly lied that I am not on the net…as usual she caught … Continue reading →

Folks I am extremely sorry that I was under the invisibility cloak for quite sometime and did not post even a single blog-post. Reasons being, I was drenched in the festive mania and then of course my adventure-struck trip…but ever … Continue reading →

I am waiting for my antibodies to form a battalion and then strike against my virals. Those miniscule, microscopic “living” beings are not bothered about me? Now is that done? Certainly not. I promise you that I will keep you … Continue reading →

Durga Puja around the corner. People babbling about it. I am sulking about not getting enough pocket money. I offered to do some chores in exchange of those Gandhi printed notes, but my diabetes-sweet mother flatly refused. Grrrrrrrr! Grrrrrrrrr! Grrrrrrrr! … Continue reading →

Morning newspaper is a compulsion for me like the rheumatism struck pasty-haired folks. I am a rather lackluster of a person, really. But then I am in love with myself, so hell with what others think. Though I don’t actually … Continue reading →