(1)
MORTICIAN:
Life is too short to make enough mistakes
DREAMER:
Some mistakes are too sweet not to be mistaken
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(2)
DREAMER:
The Mortician blames the dreamer, she tries to convey how disastrous songs are and how perilous are the assets of sentiments and faith. She calls the dreamer her “little masochistic angel”. She feels the dreamer overreacts and is lousily cheesy in bargaining when it comes to EMOTIONS. The dreamer wonders what EMOTIONS are....
MORTICIAN:
The Mortician conducted an expensive funeral...she buried herself with a note saying " Do NOT R.I.P." and now she sees the Dreamer is infested with the Royal Disease and she has only ONE funeral to make!
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(3)
MORTICIAN:
You are my prohibited corner in a flamboyant city love !
DREAMER:
You are my bare foot walks on the sidewalks of life !
MORTICIAN:
Love doesn't limit itself to relationships. It is a celebration of life !
DREAMER:
I dont celebrate life I celebrate lunacy!
MORTICIAN:
That is also a part of life!
DREAMER:
Sorry; wrong you are, life is just a little part of lunacy!
MORTICIAN:
Lunacy is a state of mind darling!
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(3)
MORTICIAN:
It is hard to believe a man is telling the truth when you know that you’d lie if you were in his place
DREAMER:
And then there are some who lies to you, even though they know that you know the truth
MORTICIAN:
Enjoy every minute darling, There’s plenty of time to be dead
DREAMER:
Hah hah hah .... like you have always said, I am not the show stopper, I conduct the show, I am the MORTICIAN!
MORTICIAN:
Awww.... thanks hon, its like
We are all either fools or undiscovered geniuses, now the rest is upto the rest to decide!
DREAMER:
As of now lets just rest and watch!
MORTICIAN:
Always remember darling; The man who can smile when things go wrong has thought of someone else he can blame it on!
DREAMER:
Facts are many but TRUTH is one.... blame game does not help much
MORTICIAN:
Hmmm....
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(4)
DREAMER:
Often strangling works better with songs !
MORTICIAN:
Songs are poison.What is YOUR song?
DREAMER:
I would prefer to have a million enemies than to have a friend like you!
MORTICIAN:
Dare you try to run away without giving me your song; is your song from the hills?
DREAMER:
Nopes, I don't have my songs in the hills, what echos there is a lonely haiku.
MORTICIAN:
Hmmm....Tomar gaan ta kintu ami pelam na bacha!
DREAMER:
Sob pele nosto jibon....
MORTICIAN:
Ami to noshto-e!
DREAMER:
Cholo dujon e aaro ettu nostami kori taholey!
MORTICIAN:
Amar ghora bhotti aarr noshtami korle cholke pore jabe je!
DREAMER:
Jodi maaro kolshir kana, tabole ki prem debona....
MORTICIAN:
Ami to prem chai na...ami chai tomar gaan
DREAMER:
They all have dumped me, whomever I have given a song
MORTICIAN:
Strange aint it...?! you gift them a song and they show you the DOORS....
DREAMER:
I often pity them, cause those rooms had doors but no ceiling!
MORTICIAN:
Still a room is a room, you bloody vagabond!
DREAMER:
Ontorey tey lalon amar, dorshonetey nai, paapi ami tomaye pete, poth hariye jai....
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(5)
MORTICIAN:
Let me take this awkward saw
And run it against your thighs
Cut some flesh away
I'll carry this piece of you with me
Because all I can say tonight
Is that I hate you...
DREAMER:
Well I see you there with a rose in your teeth, One more thin gypsy thief....
MORTICIAN:
People love you when they know you're leaving soon
DREAMER:
Yes. I will leave, but I will always carry you in my heart
MORTICIAN:
I feel like a quote out of context!
DREAMER:
Contextualization and de-contextualization
MORTICIAN:
Don’t quote me ,boy, I ain’t said shit!
DREAMER:
Do we really know the context, do we know what we actually want?
MORTICIAN:
I do, and I know so do YOU!
DREAMER:
What else do we know?
MORTICIAN:
Never thought anything lasts forever
Hanging on every word
Hold the cards in tight
But your killing me with sincerity
And I'd make any move tonight
DREAMER:
bingo i got a song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7f7Pm5uZXnM&feature=related
MORTICIAN:
Do songs act miracle?
DREAMER:
I dont know, singers know
MORTICIAN:
Then why do you LIVE on them?
DREAMER:
Cause the piper plays on my grave.... sorry, I had to quote you
MORTICIAN:
And he can't understand how everyone goes on breathing when true love ends
DREAMER:
True love never ends!
MORTICIAN:
It's like the feeling at the end of a page when you realize you don't know what you just read!
DREAMER:
But still you turn the page wishing a miracle to happen.... the vicious circle continues....
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(6)
DREAMER:
No honey, you don't know me, for that matter you don't know anybody or anything, cause you still don't know yourself!
MORTICIAN:
Reality BITES *ouch*
DREAMER:
And for the ones who desperately run away from it?
MORTICIAN:
Escapism is a basic trait of cowards darling!
DREAMER:
Often wonder whom the coward is escaping from?
MORTICIAN:
Him/Her self love!
DREAMER:
scary it is....
MORTICIAN:
They are infested from within. I wish their quick recovery though I know they will never recover.
DREAMER:
You may call me cheesy, or may be "dude", but you know it also evokes unreality, this being in a parallel world. It's surreal a world that seems exotic but it’s not ashamed, it's confused between what is real and illusory, displaced; and when you are part of such a world of someone it hurts!
MORTICIAN:
lol.... the " Illusionist"
DREAMER:
The problem is I know it more than it knows itself! Wonder why don't I die with so much knowledge....
MORTICIAN:
Die!
DREAMER:
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me DIE in your arms!
MORTICIAN:
Its not that easy honey!
DREAMER:
ssshhhhhhh....
andhera Pagal hain
kitna ghanera hain
chubhta hain, dasta hain
phir bhi woh mera hain!
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Thursday, May 12, 2011
The MORTICIAN & The DREAMER (& MAYA MEM SAAB) - rendezvous
(1)
DREAMER:
You know something, you are extremely strange and crazy, but I love your weirdness :) Please don't change, and if you ever do so, write me a letter before hand, so that I get some time to manage myself, hugs.... muawh!
MORTICIAN:
Open your veins so we can make a pool and bathe and see if anyone complains of the stain. Let's strip you down so we can see you old scars. Now you're gonna feel it....
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(2)
DREAMER:
Tumi amake kono din kichu jiggesh koroni, tai ami sure aaj o tumi jantey chaibe na keno ami hothath tomake likhlam.
I often wonder if I could leave the world unquestioned! :)
MORTICIAN:
Shob kothar proshno korlei bujhi uttor paowa jay?! :P
boka chele :)
DREAMER:
Let there be no answers as long as there is whiskey :P
MORTICIAN:
Thik jemon deformed cupid ta thik khunje neye etta masochistic angel :P
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(3)
DREAMER:
I know you know why I find it insane to be sane.
MORTICIAN:
Okay I know you love me too much ;)
Your eyes are captivating...your words are soothing.. I can fly a thousand miles to get a glimpse of you and then shall never return !
DREAMER:
When insanity takes its toll, I am always ready with the right change .... bang on baby :)
MORTICIAN:
I like to dwell here. A broken fantasy land of silent dreams; here we sell words which cost thousands and shadows of fantasy still remain unsold! I dwell in a city where the tears replace the figures. I live in a city where the ILLUSIONISTS are considered to be GODS !
DREAMER:
If my anger is my wounds gone mad , this city is indeed a fool's garden!
MORTICIAN:
I wonder WHY, I wonder HOW !
DREAMER:
I too wonder, and my mind wanders in the valley of your curves....
I wait for the rains, and my body gets drenched in your thoughts....
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(4)
DREAMER:
Bolo dekhaa hain kabhee, tumne muzhe udte huye?
MORTICIAN:
Kaaner goray mere fNuu diye uriye debo. Dekhbi ??!! :|
DREAMER:
fNuu er koto jor tomar !
MORTICIAN
:D
(MAYA MEMSAAB enters the scene)
MAYA MEMSAAB now you are forcing me to talk though I wanted to remain the Idiot of the day ;)
MAYA:
O ami ki korlaam?
MORTICIAN:
Oije amay oshkale :| eita ki uchit holo ?
DREAMER:
Uff kono kota bolar jo nei, kew uskoye, kew chulkoye ami je ki kori na :(
MAYA:
Ki kore? kakhon? ki bhabe? keno? *looking here and there*
DREAMER:
MORTICIAN fast.... MAYA MEMSAAB awaits reply :)
MORTICIAN:
Run MAYA MEMSAAB Run! People are suffering from lunacy in every minute! * make an escape act*
MAYA:
O lunacy... what wouldn't I trade for you. Sigh!
DREAMER:
Yeh toh aapna biradari ka nikla :P
MORTICIAN:
Duh! Doesn't anybody stay in one place any more? :|
MAYA:
They seem to fly away :P *makes an aerial escape act*
MORTICIAN:
Fly away, to the rainbow in the sky
Gold is at the end for each of us to find
There the road begins, where another one will end
Here the four winds know who will break and who will bend
All to be the Master of the Wind
MAYA:
:)
DREAMER:
The wind beneath my wings !
MAYA:
4 baar Fnu debe bolchhey!
MORTICIAN:
...with the sky above! Road to escape darling ;)
DREAMER:
dana bhainga poirlam ami koilkatar upor, tumra amaye chino ni ....
MORTICIAN:
MAYA is this the beginning of a new ending ? :P
MAYA :
Apekkhya korte hobe, dekhte hobe, bujhte hobe.... jodio bhoy hoy ei dekha-bojha antoheen
MORTICIAN:
Love Is A Many Splendored Thing Darling :)
MAYA:
Only when put to music.
DREAMER:
MORTICIAN dekho na, amar kata ghaye tata salt dichchey lokjon aaj kaal :P
MORTICIAN:
Violence is the NEW thing ;)
MAYA :
Lonkabata chhilo na haater kachhe.
BTW, didi jeno jaante na paare ota tata salt chhilo....
koilkatay daana bhenge pora bandho kore debe :P
DREAMER:
Seshey jwaliye marben :P
Ki jug elo ?
MORTICIAN:
Pepper Spray? othoba Deo? cholbe?
DREAMER:
MORTICIAN tor moto bondhur theke amar shottur o bhalo rey!
MAYA:
Poribartoner jug! Ishhh! kissu jaane na!
Pepper spray sounds good.
Khoka bagol tule dnarao....
MORTICIAN:
Shottur ra jhogra kore, jol e dubiye khoon kore na bondhuder moton :)
MAYA:
Ei to pepper spray chhilo, hothat watersport? ki variety babah!
Khoka bogol tuley dnarao....
DREAMER:
Shei bogol na tulley ki aar SHONAR GOUR sara den ....
MORTICIAN:
Bidaay! :D
DREAMER:
Bhalota kintu amakei bashish rey mukhpuri :)
MORTICIAN:
:P
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(5)
MORTICIAN:
How I justify failures?
DREAMER:
You dont need to justify, just give random stories about how you have succeeded and how others failed; make use of stories my story teller , i am sure you are smart enough in making nice stories, and will make it believable enough for the world! That's the new IN THING baby!
MORTICIAN:
Am stuck in a voluptuous tornado of semi-truths and half-lies. When I write, they own the words and switch on my sanity. I can't write if there is peace, I cant write if there is tranquility and happiness. Give me more of the hatred and a lot more of poisoned delight !I am a story teller, a writer in the past....
DREAMER:
One little advice to my story teller friends : If you succeed in selling your stories, don't think the buyer is a fool. Rather realize that it trusted you more than you deserved :)
Wilde had said; "hatred is blind, so is love" .... once you are enlightened with the realization you won't be stuck any more! :)
hugs :)
MORTICIAN:
We sell stories to take the readers in a make belief world hon! Now, if the reader cages him/herself there, its not the story tellers fault! A true story won't even let you realise that its a story, you being a reader should keep your six senses alert.... and love?! well I call it a spoon of sperms and a disease. If the reader falls in love with the story teller, the fault again goes to the reader darling! Sigh! how I wish!
And the buyers is a fool once he/she opts for it. Again its a matter of choice :)
DREAMER:
Indeed its all make belief! How I wish the world a quick recovery !
MORTICIAN:
Why you want to recover? Why you keep on cursing the make belief world? Just because you may be at one time wasn't comfortable there? Just because there were no princesses, princes and fairies? Just because you are you and the writer is a writer?! Look beyond the peripheri.... there's NOTHING caled love, its all about the temporary hormonal dis balances :)
.... And you named it LOVE!
DREAMER:
When I look back at what I sometimes call ‘our story’; I can only see myself walking aimlessly in this city, singing to myself an old gypsy song.... the fairy wasnt ever there!
If I could mother the thoughts with all care, if I could live with the stories, and fight with the world to go with the flow, I am capable enough to dump the stories in the dustbin :)
Don't underestimate darling!.... And like they always say; Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a lover scorned....
How much more hatred do u want darling MORTICIAN? :)
MORTICIAN:
Satisfied :D
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(6)
DREAMER:
When characters are for grown ups why not one dwell in a fairy tale ?
MORTICIAN:
Not all fairy tales are meant to be ever after darling! Not always! :)
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(7)
MORTICIAN:
One of my ex once said, " even your lies are as flawless as your truths, wish you were just a plain Jane."
Kothata jodi sheidin seriously nitam, aaj tahole aarr tor theke dori-kolshi chaitam na! :)
DREAMER:
Dori kolshir o daam lagey, chailei ami debo na tomaye!
MORTICIAN:
Tor premer moton tui-o dekhi boro expensive!
DREAMER:
Exactly honey, every thing comes with a price tag.... if you could feast on the sweet slut I had been, you also need to see the crazy bitch in me....
I wont spare you so easily!
I am not just expensive, I maintain my standards!
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(8)
DREAMER:
There is a thin line between quality humor and slapstick, exactly the way having a pair of balls does not equate to be man enough !
Thank you :)
MORTICIAN:
Chele boro hoyeche
DREAMER:
It pains when you have to grow over night even if you don't want....
I wish the one I meant it for stays "forever young" :)
MORTICIAN:
Ahem! water and hair dye!
....the 'Thank you' in the end adds a new dimension!
DREAMER:
How can I not thank those, who made THIS out of me? I can be anything but I can never be ungrateful!
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(9)
DREAMER:
"It takes courage to dare What no other will share,
To be standing alone, One whom no one will own,
To be ready to stake for another man’s sake.
It takes courage to be true...."
MORTICIAN:
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”
-Plato
DREAMER:
I love u more now MORTICIAN ♥
MORTICIAN:
Everything that deceives may be said to enchant....DREAMER ♥
DREAMER:
Arghhhh! The vicious circle again !
MORTICIAN:
Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.
DREAMER:
Tomar notun bondhu MAYAMEMSAAB er sathey ebar dekhchi tomakeo BLOCK kortey hobey amake :P
Jokes apart, indifference I guess is still tolerable but not deceit!
MORTICIAN:
Moron tao jeno aajkal bilasheeta :|
DREAMER:
"bhirer majhe tomay khnuji ami
amay khnujo tomar bhalo lagay
tomar moner andho kuthurite
din gunchhi din bodoler ashay...."
.... prem chara ki din bodoler gaan shonano jaye MORTICIAN ?
MORTICIAN:
Ami prem ki jani ne.... tai bolte parbo ne bacha....
onnyo kaure jiggesh koro :|
DREAMER:
"moner kotha
hoyna bola
chupkothara
songi amar
buker bhetor kothar pahar
bolbona ar bolbona ar
tor sathe aj arii...."
.... toke chara kake jiggesh korbo ?
MORTICIAN:
Mrityu-r kache pran bhikkye chaichish?
DREAMER:
Sob e toh ek, premiker kachey prem chawoya, premer kachey premik chaoya !
DREAMER:
There is enough time left to die MAYAMEMSAAB.... whats the hurry in life? :P
MAYA:
None. Just as there is no good reason to tarry either. Let us toss a coin to choose between hurry and tarry :)
DREAMER:
hah hah hah ....
they say the coin actually doesnt decide, the moment u flip it in the air, u get the answer :)
MAYA:
I know :)
DREAMER:
Tui toh gyan pakhi rey :P
MAYA:
I know that too :)
DREAMER:
Aar ki ki janish tui ? :)
MAYA:
I need a fag. And I shall live to see tomorrow :)
DREAMER:
"After all, tomorrow is another day" :)
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(10)
MORTICIAN:
Love is wrong, and they are FUCKING EVIL!
DREAMER:
Talk in a language that I understand!
MORTICIAN:
Lol...and they call you DUMB! :P
DREAMER:
Oder shobar bhalo hok :P
MORTICIAN:
Maybe you need affection, I'd like to help you but I can't stand when you're around: fuck you very much.
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P.S: MAYA MEMSAAB er naam bodley BENIMADHOB korley kemon hobey ? :)
DREAMER:
You know something, you are extremely strange and crazy, but I love your weirdness :) Please don't change, and if you ever do so, write me a letter before hand, so that I get some time to manage myself, hugs.... muawh!
MORTICIAN:
Open your veins so we can make a pool and bathe and see if anyone complains of the stain. Let's strip you down so we can see you old scars. Now you're gonna feel it....
.....................................................................................
(2)
DREAMER:
Tumi amake kono din kichu jiggesh koroni, tai ami sure aaj o tumi jantey chaibe na keno ami hothath tomake likhlam.
I often wonder if I could leave the world unquestioned! :)
MORTICIAN:
Shob kothar proshno korlei bujhi uttor paowa jay?! :P
boka chele :)
DREAMER:
Let there be no answers as long as there is whiskey :P
MORTICIAN:
Thik jemon deformed cupid ta thik khunje neye etta masochistic angel :P
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(3)
DREAMER:
I know you know why I find it insane to be sane.
MORTICIAN:
Okay I know you love me too much ;)
Your eyes are captivating...your words are soothing.. I can fly a thousand miles to get a glimpse of you and then shall never return !
DREAMER:
When insanity takes its toll, I am always ready with the right change .... bang on baby :)
MORTICIAN:
I like to dwell here. A broken fantasy land of silent dreams; here we sell words which cost thousands and shadows of fantasy still remain unsold! I dwell in a city where the tears replace the figures. I live in a city where the ILLUSIONISTS are considered to be GODS !
DREAMER:
If my anger is my wounds gone mad , this city is indeed a fool's garden!
MORTICIAN:
I wonder WHY, I wonder HOW !
DREAMER:
I too wonder, and my mind wanders in the valley of your curves....
I wait for the rains, and my body gets drenched in your thoughts....
.....................................................................................
(4)
DREAMER:
Bolo dekhaa hain kabhee, tumne muzhe udte huye?
MORTICIAN:
Kaaner goray mere fNuu diye uriye debo. Dekhbi ??!! :|
DREAMER:
fNuu er koto jor tomar !
MORTICIAN
:D
(MAYA MEMSAAB enters the scene)
MAYA MEMSAAB now you are forcing me to talk though I wanted to remain the Idiot of the day ;)
MAYA:
O ami ki korlaam?
MORTICIAN:
Oije amay oshkale :| eita ki uchit holo ?
DREAMER:
Uff kono kota bolar jo nei, kew uskoye, kew chulkoye ami je ki kori na :(
MAYA:
Ki kore? kakhon? ki bhabe? keno? *looking here and there*
DREAMER:
MORTICIAN fast.... MAYA MEMSAAB awaits reply :)
MORTICIAN:
Run MAYA MEMSAAB Run! People are suffering from lunacy in every minute! * make an escape act*
MAYA:
O lunacy... what wouldn't I trade for you. Sigh!
DREAMER:
Yeh toh aapna biradari ka nikla :P
MORTICIAN:
Duh! Doesn't anybody stay in one place any more? :|
MAYA:
They seem to fly away :P *makes an aerial escape act*
MORTICIAN:
Fly away, to the rainbow in the sky
Gold is at the end for each of us to find
There the road begins, where another one will end
Here the four winds know who will break and who will bend
All to be the Master of the Wind
MAYA:
:)
DREAMER:
The wind beneath my wings !
MAYA:
4 baar Fnu debe bolchhey!
MORTICIAN:
...with the sky above! Road to escape darling ;)
DREAMER:
dana bhainga poirlam ami koilkatar upor, tumra amaye chino ni ....
MORTICIAN:
MAYA is this the beginning of a new ending ? :P
MAYA :
Apekkhya korte hobe, dekhte hobe, bujhte hobe.... jodio bhoy hoy ei dekha-bojha antoheen
MORTICIAN:
Love Is A Many Splendored Thing Darling :)
MAYA:
Only when put to music.
DREAMER:
MORTICIAN dekho na, amar kata ghaye tata salt dichchey lokjon aaj kaal :P
MORTICIAN:
Violence is the NEW thing ;)
MAYA :
Lonkabata chhilo na haater kachhe.
BTW, didi jeno jaante na paare ota tata salt chhilo....
koilkatay daana bhenge pora bandho kore debe :P
DREAMER:
Seshey jwaliye marben :P
Ki jug elo ?
MORTICIAN:
Pepper Spray? othoba Deo? cholbe?
DREAMER:
MORTICIAN tor moto bondhur theke amar shottur o bhalo rey!
MAYA:
Poribartoner jug! Ishhh! kissu jaane na!
Pepper spray sounds good.
Khoka bagol tule dnarao....
MORTICIAN:
Shottur ra jhogra kore, jol e dubiye khoon kore na bondhuder moton :)
MAYA:
Ei to pepper spray chhilo, hothat watersport? ki variety babah!
Khoka bogol tuley dnarao....
DREAMER:
Shei bogol na tulley ki aar SHONAR GOUR sara den ....
MORTICIAN:
Bidaay! :D
DREAMER:
Bhalota kintu amakei bashish rey mukhpuri :)
MORTICIAN:
:P
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(5)
MORTICIAN:
How I justify failures?
DREAMER:
You dont need to justify, just give random stories about how you have succeeded and how others failed; make use of stories my story teller , i am sure you are smart enough in making nice stories, and will make it believable enough for the world! That's the new IN THING baby!
MORTICIAN:
Am stuck in a voluptuous tornado of semi-truths and half-lies. When I write, they own the words and switch on my sanity. I can't write if there is peace, I cant write if there is tranquility and happiness. Give me more of the hatred and a lot more of poisoned delight !I am a story teller, a writer in the past....
DREAMER:
One little advice to my story teller friends : If you succeed in selling your stories, don't think the buyer is a fool. Rather realize that it trusted you more than you deserved :)
Wilde had said; "hatred is blind, so is love" .... once you are enlightened with the realization you won't be stuck any more! :)
hugs :)
MORTICIAN:
We sell stories to take the readers in a make belief world hon! Now, if the reader cages him/herself there, its not the story tellers fault! A true story won't even let you realise that its a story, you being a reader should keep your six senses alert.... and love?! well I call it a spoon of sperms and a disease. If the reader falls in love with the story teller, the fault again goes to the reader darling! Sigh! how I wish!
And the buyers is a fool once he/she opts for it. Again its a matter of choice :)
DREAMER:
Indeed its all make belief! How I wish the world a quick recovery !
MORTICIAN:
Why you want to recover? Why you keep on cursing the make belief world? Just because you may be at one time wasn't comfortable there? Just because there were no princesses, princes and fairies? Just because you are you and the writer is a writer?! Look beyond the peripheri.... there's NOTHING caled love, its all about the temporary hormonal dis balances :)
.... And you named it LOVE!
DREAMER:
When I look back at what I sometimes call ‘our story’; I can only see myself walking aimlessly in this city, singing to myself an old gypsy song.... the fairy wasnt ever there!
If I could mother the thoughts with all care, if I could live with the stories, and fight with the world to go with the flow, I am capable enough to dump the stories in the dustbin :)
Don't underestimate darling!.... And like they always say; Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a lover scorned....
How much more hatred do u want darling MORTICIAN? :)
MORTICIAN:
Satisfied :D
....................................................................................
(6)
DREAMER:
When characters are for grown ups why not one dwell in a fairy tale ?
MORTICIAN:
Not all fairy tales are meant to be ever after darling! Not always! :)
....................................................................................
(7)
MORTICIAN:
One of my ex once said, " even your lies are as flawless as your truths, wish you were just a plain Jane."
Kothata jodi sheidin seriously nitam, aaj tahole aarr tor theke dori-kolshi chaitam na! :)
DREAMER:
Dori kolshir o daam lagey, chailei ami debo na tomaye!
MORTICIAN:
Tor premer moton tui-o dekhi boro expensive!
DREAMER:
Exactly honey, every thing comes with a price tag.... if you could feast on the sweet slut I had been, you also need to see the crazy bitch in me....
I wont spare you so easily!
I am not just expensive, I maintain my standards!
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(8)
DREAMER:
There is a thin line between quality humor and slapstick, exactly the way having a pair of balls does not equate to be man enough !
Thank you :)
MORTICIAN:
Chele boro hoyeche
DREAMER:
It pains when you have to grow over night even if you don't want....
I wish the one I meant it for stays "forever young" :)
MORTICIAN:
Ahem! water and hair dye!
....the 'Thank you' in the end adds a new dimension!
DREAMER:
How can I not thank those, who made THIS out of me? I can be anything but I can never be ungrateful!
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(9)
DREAMER:
"It takes courage to dare What no other will share,
To be standing alone, One whom no one will own,
To be ready to stake for another man’s sake.
It takes courage to be true...."
MORTICIAN:
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”
-Plato
DREAMER:
I love u more now MORTICIAN ♥
MORTICIAN:
Everything that deceives may be said to enchant....DREAMER ♥
DREAMER:
Arghhhh! The vicious circle again !
MORTICIAN:
Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.
DREAMER:
Tomar notun bondhu MAYAMEMSAAB er sathey ebar dekhchi tomakeo BLOCK kortey hobey amake :P
Jokes apart, indifference I guess is still tolerable but not deceit!
MORTICIAN:
Moron tao jeno aajkal bilasheeta :|
DREAMER:
"bhirer majhe tomay khnuji ami
amay khnujo tomar bhalo lagay
tomar moner andho kuthurite
din gunchhi din bodoler ashay...."
.... prem chara ki din bodoler gaan shonano jaye MORTICIAN ?
MORTICIAN:
Ami prem ki jani ne.... tai bolte parbo ne bacha....
onnyo kaure jiggesh koro :|
DREAMER:
"moner kotha
hoyna bola
chupkothara
songi amar
buker bhetor kothar pahar
bolbona ar bolbona ar
tor sathe aj arii...."
.... toke chara kake jiggesh korbo ?
MORTICIAN:
Mrityu-r kache pran bhikkye chaichish?
DREAMER:
Sob e toh ek, premiker kachey prem chawoya, premer kachey premik chaoya !
DREAMER:
There is enough time left to die MAYAMEMSAAB.... whats the hurry in life? :P
MAYA:
None. Just as there is no good reason to tarry either. Let us toss a coin to choose between hurry and tarry :)
DREAMER:
hah hah hah ....
they say the coin actually doesnt decide, the moment u flip it in the air, u get the answer :)
MAYA:
I know :)
DREAMER:
Tui toh gyan pakhi rey :P
MAYA:
I know that too :)
DREAMER:
Aar ki ki janish tui ? :)
MAYA:
I need a fag. And I shall live to see tomorrow :)
DREAMER:
"After all, tomorrow is another day" :)
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(10)
MORTICIAN:
Love is wrong, and they are FUCKING EVIL!
DREAMER:
Talk in a language that I understand!
MORTICIAN:
Lol...and they call you DUMB! :P
DREAMER:
Oder shobar bhalo hok :P
MORTICIAN:
Maybe you need affection, I'd like to help you but I can't stand when you're around: fuck you very much.
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P.S: MAYA MEMSAAB er naam bodley BENIMADHOB korley kemon hobey ? :)
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