Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
giving ur partner alone time and space would solve so many issues. some of yâall are just so obsessed with this idea of being up under someone 24/7.. suffocation makes things expire at a faster rate. relax and just be by yourself. itâs okay to maintain ur individuality.
Todays budget is so-so.
Its gonna be hard! So what!! đˇ
Work on it..
Kicchui ar bhallagenaaa!! đ
Happiest Birthday to one of my favorite author
Franz Kafka
Today something happened with me. And I sincerely want to ask my favorite mutuals that the thing which I have done is wrong or not.
So there is a guy who is blindly in love with me (I don't know he says so). I recently blocked him because he told me thay he has vivid imagination about me being his "wife". He told me he will love me forever. But I don't love him. I don't know why I just don't want him. I have been telling this to him several times but he won't listen. He is forcing me to love him. So I blocked him. Again he has created a new account and send me note saying that same stuff. I have again blocked him as he was destroying my mental peace. He is a very nice person but love cannot be forced. Even I fell in love (was it love? I really don't know) but I never forced that person to love me back because love cannot be FORCED.. NOTHING CAN BE DONE FORCEFULLY IN THIS WORLD.
my message to him if creates another account and tries to contact me: It was nice meeting you on study stream last year and I was really surprised to see you here as well but I never thought that you would force me to love you. So I beg you please don't contact me. I don't want someone who cannot be a friend. I am sorry but to me you are really not a nice person anymore.
Now I want to ask this to all my favorite mutuals. The thing which I have done is right or wrong.
@intellectual6666 @enigma-the-mysterious @aahanna @kaalboisakhi @arjokonya @sociallyawkwardpeanut (asking you as well because you are one of my fav mutuals whom I met yesterday) @natkhat-sa-shyam @misti31 @zeherili-ankhein @deepsayss @shadowseductress @dopebanditlightpie @choppedphilosopherharmony
I know I have good judgment, I know I have good taste
It's funny and it's ironic that only I feel that way
I promise 'em that you're different and everyone makes mistakes
But just don't
I heard that you're an actor, so act like a stand-up guy
Whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight
I tell them it's just your culture and everyone rolls their eyes
Yeah, I know
All I'm asking, baby
Please, please, please
Don't prove I'm right
And please, pleasĐĩ, please
Don't bring me to tĐĩars when I just did my makeup so nice
Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another
I beg you, don't embarrass me, like the others, oh
Please, please, please
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Dear bangalis abar jege otho!!! Khadyo Prem hoyejak goppo......
Aloor Dum er "trikon prem"
Aloor Dum er Khichurir proti je prem ashofhol roye jawar karon seh lebi (thuri) labra ke prem nibedon korle boshlo..
Accha apnarai bolun oii bhetkano labra ar sathe Khichuri ke ki manaye apni bolun.. Khichuri ar aloor dum eta holo ekta ideal couple taaaa naaa Khichuri prem patra pathalo labra ke.. Isshhh. Anyways sobh mene niye egiye jete hobe..
Ebar pordaye elo LUCHI
Luchi toh Aloor Dum ke dekhe ekebare preme habudubu. Mane ekebare "maar gonga jhilik jhilik" situation. Luchi gelo tar didi Porotar kacche jigesh korte je seh jodi aloor dum ke date e jaye tahole kemon hobe. Porota didi sposto jobab e na boledo ebong etao bollo je moyeda maa boleche aloor dum er sathe luchir status match korena. Date e jodi jetei hoye tahole kashmiri aloor dum er sathe jete hobe..
Aloor dum toh aloor dum e hoyeeee... Kashmiri fhashmiri esobh chinina baba.. Aloor dum er moto kopal amaro.. Anyways golpe fhire ashi.. Mon mora hoye oikhane dariye kadte thake aloor dum. Etotai kadchilo je shunte pacchilona je oke keu ekta daakche..
Raage obhimane ghure takiye dekhe Korayishutir Kochuri.. Korayishutir Kochuri toh aloor dum ke dekhe ekebare matal..
Kintu ebar ki hobe? Hobe ki korayishutir kochuri ar Aloor dum er prem? Jante hole chokh rakun..
Amra shigrohi phire ashbo golpo niye.. Nomoshkar..
Tagging bangalisss
@intellectual6666 @enigma-the-mysterious @aahanna @kaalboisakhi @arjokonya @inmyworldblr @choppedphilosopherharmony @misti31 ei kota bangali ache ig!!
We can't be friends (wait for your love) - Ariana Grande
What if?!
What if i meet you again? or we meet again? Maybe on a gloomy day you are travelling in a bus and i get up and we see each other and suppose i don't recognize you, will you come to me and say "hey! umm- how are you? Are you able to recall me?"
or
what if i see you roaming around with your friends during Durga Pujo and i pass by and we make eye contact? will you stop and come to me saying, "long time no see? how are you?"
or
what if we crash into each other and our belongings fall from our hands and we help each other pick them up? will you look into my eyes are say, "are you by any chance, hiya?"
or
what if we are watching a movie in the same theatre sitting beside each other unaware of our presence and when the lights turn on during the interval you see me and i don't? will you call me?
or
you will just do nothing? will you just look at me and move away? will you just pass with your friends? will you just pick up my belongings and go away? or you will just look and me and ignore?
i don't know!
What does a women want ?!
Women are always known or praised for beauty. For example, your hair is so beautiful, you have a mesmerizing body, your smile is pretty, you fingers are so slim, and what not. However we women are never praised for our intelligence, confidence, observation, patience, organizing ability. We never hear these compliments from anyone.
We women want respect and such mesmerizing praises from everyone even from the one we love. The world has unrealistic expectations from women. I will not mention the list of expectations because this is known to everyone.
To all the men and boys out here, respect the girl or women you love. I know you do but still praise her when she succeeds and support her even at her worst because being physical is the not the true sign of love, staying beside her when she needs you the most, wishing her the best and being happy in her success is the true sign of love and that love stays forever. Just don't keep her as "show off parody".
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okay!! thanks a lottttt for calling me wonderful!! you are wonderful ultra pro max!!!
Cycling đ´đģ
The most relaxing but the most body storming work. I love cycling. I wanna drive a Harley Davidson but my height is short so my leg won't reach the ground if I get into a harley. I wanna drive a THAR as well (not dreaming of mercedes or ferrari because I don't have or don't want soooo much in my life, just a simple four wheeler which will be driven by me, will work). To brief things out, I don't wanna be a passenger, I wanna be the driver. I want to be solely depended to myself because no one is going to save me when I will fight my depression, my anxiety, my fears, my mistakes and so on.
I was in class 10th when I learned how to ride a bicycle. Within 7days Iearned the whole stuff. Less than one year I went for a long but short drive with my cycle. Just me and my cycle. My mom wants to make me self-depended before being independent. She makes me do my works all by myself.
I was in class 9th when my father tried to make me learn how to ride a bicycle. In first try I failed. Practically I fell down from my cycle and he scolded me. The next day, same scenario and he gave me two tight slaps as well as gave me a good beating and (to be specific) on the road in front of random public. One random aunty came up and told my father, "at one go, no one can do anything, even you failed in things on your first try". Coming back home I cried a lot and that day was the end of my cycling. Then again in class 10th my mother hired an aunty to make me learn cycle and I learned.
Now I take my cycle everywhere except school. My father takes me to school in his Royal Enfield. In future I will ride that bike. Damn I got chills with the thoughts of it.
Playlist:-
I have opened another account as I told everyone that I will open it!
@hum-budbak-hai is my 2nd account. Where your girl won't be sad and poetic. She will be fun and fun.
I am back!! Nahi hua bass nahi huaaa! I love tumblr!
In the world full of "Aapki Halwayi ki dukan toh mein haraap ke rahunga"
I still believe in "Bade bade desho mein aisi choti choti baatein hoti reheti hai, Senorita"
I don't know why but I am very much envious of the recent class 9 and 10 students who read "Julius Caesar" and in class 11 and 12 they will study "Macbeth" (This is the current pro forma of ICSE and ISC English)
Now my story, in class 9 and 10 our batch read Merchant of Venice and in class 11 we had Macbeth, so as usual in class 12 we will continue with Macbeth.
Questions may arise like "Why are you envious?". My answer to that question is, Julius Caesar and Macbeth are similar. Even in one of the Acts of Macbeth, Mark Anthony and Caesar were referred. The ones who are studying Julius Caesar will have no problem in understanding the plot of Macbeth because both are same..
I am jealous of you Juniors. (I have never found any problem but we could get something to discuss if we had a little knowledge about Julius Caesar like Torko And Jukti to be specific, like we could have organized a debate in these topics where one would glorify Macbeth and another one Julius Caesar)
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Today is the last day of my life to collect books from school. My school life is going to have a "āϝāĻŦāύāĻŋāĻāĻž āĻĒāϤāύ" next year.
Yesterday I gave a call to my best friend and she was shouting like "why are we growing up so fast?? Class eleven came to an end so fast. I still can't get over the fact that we went to Jayanti Cinema Hall in Panchami to watch a movie and in Saptami we went to momo I am and only had a frappÊ which we shared. We had so much fun. Hiya, oi hangover ta seriously katchena, how all these got over so fast?". I realized that class 12 will also fly away pretty fast and I will enter college next year. I will be an adult.
Life won't be easy anymore. Life will give "me" the lemon instead of my parents and I have to make a delicious lemonade in order to give my parents the best life which they deserve.
Depression? I know how to fight. I am only 17 years old alot of time is left to be depressed but not now. My parents work so hard and I will give them my depression, no that is not going to happen.
(Courtesy - YouTube)
(I love you, you idiot~)
(Courtesy-YouTube)
what is your ideal type of guy/man? You are so into art, film, drama, theatre, book and other stuffs so this is my question to you.
Anirban Bhattacharya
.....is my ideal type. He is the person of charm, intellect, education. I learned alot from this person. If I ever date someone, I would surely date someone like him.
He has captured my whole heart after Uttam Kumar and Shah Rukh Khan. He is the one who gave the inspiration to read Bengali books and to cherish the fact that "Yes I am Bengali".
I lose words when I write or think about him. He told in one of his interview that "I don't have to choose someone, life is not a toy shop that I will go and find my ideal type and when my works are done I will throw it off" . If someone say these things obviously being head over heals is not a crime..
Lots of love Anirban..đ
Chapak.. Chapak..
Ek ladki school mein gayi,
Ek ladki tuition mein gayi,
Ek ladki road mein khel rahi thi,
Ek ladki road peye chal rahi thi,
Ek ladki.. Bus mein thi,
Ek ladki apne ghar mein thi,
Ek ladki.. Choti bacchi thi,
Ek ladki social media mein mili,
Ek ladki.... Ek ladki....
Ek nirdosh ladki.... Ek. Ladki.
.............................................................................................................
(This is not a funny content.. Its a reality)
(Courtesy- Instagram)
Hello everyone.. I had to pen down these thoughts which kept lingering in my mind for past three or four hours! Like, what has happened to tumblr?? People are being so cheap here!
(Nothing has happened with me but with one of my mutuals..)
My profile is not for controversial items or stuffs but these hypocrites are taking a hectic test of my patience...
People are here for sexting, wanting nudes, playing a "sasta shark tank" investment game with artists who are working day and night to make themselves survive in a country which includes structural and involuntary unemployment...
The ones who have invested themselves into movies, art, creation, books, music, dance and etc., are made fun of and they are even fooled. These unworthy hypocrites are taking the rightful use of their innocence...
I feel so sorry for those who suffer these things.. You all are purely unworthy of these things...
I have never defamed anyone here on Tumblr, if I have ever done anything, then I feel that I have done the right thing.. because Tumblr is not for the one's who are into sexual stuffs.. Please visit the pornography websites and enjoy yourselves but please... donot with the one's who are here to show their creative sides..
This is an earnest request and please @staff look after the people who are wearing the mask of positivity but are conman and pure hypocrites... They require immense therapy.. I repeat.. THEY. REQUIRE. IMMENSE. THERAPY.
No pun intended...
I am sorry... really sorry...
Tagging the one's who needs to be aware..đâ¨
@itihaasisick @intellectual6666 @anarkali-disco-chali @emartirabdi @enigma-the-mysterious @choppedphilosopherharmony @arjokonna @zakhmpemarham @thecaffeinatedresearcher @amritaaaa5 @inmyworldblr @alhad-si-simran @alhad-maharani @embersariya @shyam-kariya @shrouded-mystery30 @shadowseductress @moonhymnss
Pankaj Udhas (1951-2024)
I was in class 5 when i heard his song, my mom played a song called "Chitthi Ayi Hai"... At that age I was not aware what the lines of the song carried. Again, after some months I heard the song "Ahista" and "Chandi Jaisa Rang"... Never knew that his songs will become a daily habit...
Never imagined that a day will arrive when I have to say Pankaj Udhas is no more with us....
You were there with me when the world was against.. Your songs made me heal from all the traumas I had...
Whenever I used to stay quite and sad, Pankaj Ji's songs used to be a healer..... Who knew that my journey with him is going to end so soon...
7years of listening to Pankaj Udhas.. You will be in my heart, forever Pankaj Ji...
Ahista se nahi bata pai, dhadkan ko bhi sunne de rahi hu, raaz ki sarri baat bolrahi hu... Magar aaap nahi rahe.. Aabh mujhe kaun hakikat se chutkara dilwayega?? Itni bhi kya jaldi thi??
Rest in Peace Pankaj Udhas Ji
Ludicrous Heart
Beloved,
Aware my heart is, want of mine
can never be reality.
Known is not the measurement of your voice.
Still, my heart wants you
Meeting you, a filthy creation of my mind
Still my heart lights up with delusion,
your encounter with me.
Eyes, aware of your structure.
How? portrait is what I have.
Hands of my heorte, in the need to see
your naked soul.
Why not?-
my heart wants you, my heart
loves you......
Beloved,
Aware my heart is, want of mine
can never be reality.
Known is not the measurement of your voice.
Still, my heart wants you
---Hiya Bhattacharya (me)
@alhad-si-simran this is for youđâ¨
@shyam-kariya @zakhmpemarham @anarkali-disco-chali @emartirabdi my non-Bengali mutuals a translated version of my bengali poem
~āĻāĻŋāϞā§āĻā§āĻ āĻž āĻŽāύ~
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āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻžāύāĻŋ āĻ āĻāĻļāĻž āĻŦā§āĻĨāĻž!
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āϤāĻŦā§āĻ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋā§;
āĻāĻžāϞā§āĻŦā§āϏā§āĻāĻŋ āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϝāĻŧ !
āĻāĻžāύāĻŋ āϏāĻžāĻā§āώāĻžā§ āĻšāĻŦā§āύāĻž āĻā§āύ⧠āĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻ
āϤāĻŦā§āĻ āĻāĻļāĻžāϰ āĻāϞ⧠āĻā§āĻŦāϞā§,
āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāĻŋāϞā§āĻā§āĻ āĻž āĻŽāύ....
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āĻāĻžāϞ⧠āϝ⧠āĻŦā§āϏā§āĻāĻŋ āϤā§āĻŽāĻžā§;
āĻšā§ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋā§,
āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻžāύāĻŋ āĻ āĻāĻļāĻž āĻŦā§āĻĨāĻž!
āĻļāĻŦā§āĻĻāĻšā§āύ āĻāĻžāϞā§āĻŦā§āϏā§āĻāĻŋ āϤā§āĻŽāĻžā§,
āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āĻ āϏā§āĻŦāϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻāĻŋ āϰāϝāĻŧā§āĻā§ āĻā§āύāĻž,
āϤāĻŦā§āĻ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋā§
āĻāĻžāϞ⧠āϝ⧠āĻŦā§āϏā§āĻāĻŋ āϤā§āĻŽāĻžā§.....|
---āĻšāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻž āĻāĻā§āĻāĻžāĻāĻžāϰā§āϝ. (Me)
@choppedphilosopherharmony @intellectual6666 @arjokonna @myladytara @embersariya
~BISWABHARATI MUSEUM~
One of the best places of shantiniketan. Mobile was allowed but photography was not allowed inside the museum (i have made a audio-video, keeping the video on inside my bag and recording the convos) so I have to describe everything.
Best books of Rabindranath Thakur. The things which were used by Rabi Thakur, the gifts which he received from japan and other countries. His letters, his meeting with George B. Shaw, Netaji etc..
(I don't know why but I am unable to post the videođ)
I had a romantic moment there too đ¤. He was really into literature he was reading everything which was hanged in the walls of the museum and I went near, started reading out loud and he was listening to me then we smiled at each other, later on we came out together from the museum and parted ways. đ
My favorite mutuals:-
@intellectual6666 @shyam-kariya @choppedphilosopherharmony @arjokonna @aapki-shayara @uska-deewana @enigma-the-mysterious @anarkali-disco-chali @myladytara @existingwhy @moonhymnss @zakhmpemarham