tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43270290121600742582024-03-13T05:53:08.274+05:30Guess WhoShriparna Sarkarweevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.comBlogger410125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-74248910420738480772016-10-07T15:16:00.001+05:302016-10-08T00:56:15.836+05:30Off my Journal (the wine and the divine)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You're the bottle of wine in the sea,</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What a bottle of wine it should be!</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Can't even wait to complete my own rhyme, for sooner </span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What a bottle of wine it could be.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Soon our eyes will be moons </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> to be.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">for you- when you're already there- sure is foolish</span></div>
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-33627025297680606882015-07-30T00:11:00.000+05:302015-07-30T00:11:05.428+05:30I never imagined myself writing books but sometimes I read authors like John Fante and I wish I had. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I feel diseased. My index finger nail is painted gold. Today I fought with my mother twice. My inability to string thoughts together anymore might have come from all the weed I'd smoked, or is it? Was I just never capable of it or was I just of easily tampered temper?<br />
I feel deceased.<br />
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Ask the dust.</div>
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-82699633171094279242014-12-29T19:21:00.001+05:302015-01-01T23:17:13.938+05:30HooksForBooks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-79760056140636936902014-10-16T18:23:00.001+05:302014-10-17T10:52:20.647+05:30Mean For Halloween / Inktober 2014<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Earlier this month when I started noticing <i><a href="http://mrjakeparker.com/inktober" target="_blank">#inktober</a></i> on my feed, I was also very cranky in general. One day, post a shower I sat down to get it out of my system using some black ink and this happened.<br />
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Which led me to want to extend this into a series, and I started the #MeanForHalloween portrait series on my facebook page, where you can request quick ink portraits that display you flaunting that mean streak you so carefully keep under the covers. I also started getting requests by people to draw their friends, and that sounded like an even better idea- be mean for halloween and scare your friends with horrible portraits of themselves!</div>
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So far, I've been spending about a maximum of 20-30 minutes on each portrait ( working on this series alongside few client projects) and at times, its been TERRIFYING because I'm mostly really embarrassed of my lack of consistency in style/accuracy and the fact that I'd HAVE to post once its done- without fail.But since I started it just to have fun with it, I'm not being too hard on myself and just putting it out there.</div>
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I'm still taking in requests, so no matter who or where you are, whether you celebrate halloween , whether you're feeling mean , have friends to make me draw - you could contribute by volunteering for a portrait and let me figure out the rest. Or, if you like it, share it! It'll be really encouraging.</div>
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-24320048328764415332014-09-26T00:33:00.005+05:302014-09-26T00:33:54.084+05:30'Thought we were due for a change or two around this place <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-33147963918089510552014-09-21T22:22:00.001+05:302014-09-30T11:50:39.820+05:30<p dir="ltr">Today I woke up in the middle of my dream while I continued sleeping. I only remember it now because the feeling came back to me about two hours after I was officially awake- like a phone call from a recently visited spa- but that never happens. Spas never really call you to say 'Hello, I remember you and that's all I have to say'. Although  I've never really been to one, so I have no idea either way. Recently, a friend of a friend happened to offer me a discount coupon which offers a 400 rupee discount on some serious spa business. This is true. And probably a good thing.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I have no memory of what was going on before, or what transpired after this moment which comes back in vague traces of remembrance, but I remember the moment- suddenly wide awake and aware that this is important. For some inexplicable reason, this is significant and it will choke you but not really. You only think it will choke you but its probably just turning into a turtleneck, for winter is coming. I took a step outside the building entrance- the momentum of a hurried sprint down the stairs featuring prominently in my mindbody.Eager for something, nobody knows what, but there I was- 11, restricted, with that moment as the only exemption from my physiological bondage - a leap of faith. An overused phrase I'd never have recognised as a part of my own vocabulary, but was ingrained in my brain as that step out of the building every evening, at least most- somewhere inside a vertical stretch of downward sloping land called the officers' quarter for Indian Oil, Siliguri. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I would be lying if I said I remember exactly which way the threshold sloped. But I saw it then and that was it, the cracks exactly where they'd been years ago.What I recall now is more or less just the feeling of being midair during the calculated leap across the little slope that would help me land exactly across from where I was a moment ago. The foot hitting the concrete, the image of the footwear- both lost.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Today I bought new shoes. I'd show you but I don't think it matters anymore. I wish it still did. One pair is bright red.</p>
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-55370309362232841842014-07-25T03:17:00.001+05:302014-07-25T03:17:21.877+05:30Is it pulling in?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-79974600708544766712014-07-14T12:07:00.002+05:302014-07-14T12:07:50.665+05:30HEY GUYS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Check out my<b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/SarkarShriparna" target="_blank"> facebook page</a></b>, subscribe for pretty things- art, photography, postcards and some other merchandise too in a few months! I hope to update it soon with all kinds of obscenities from my sketchbooks to begin with. </div>
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-1531405598040806522014-05-29T02:50:00.002+05:302014-05-29T03:20:28.945+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The only reason I have <i>ever</i> been able to successfully stay up at night has been to write. This is true.<br />
I have tried many times, I really have- for the sake of the college degree that cost my father most his life's earnings, for the sake of the love that deserves my attention, the sake of art, self respect or conversation, for the sake of my friends who need to be wished on the day I finally remember to wish them, for the sake of my nostrils (and other orifices) that would, in the event that I lose conscious wakefulness,be vulnerable to ingression by the three tiny cockroaches <i>still alive</i> in the room- but never, ever have I not succumbed to slumber if not for<b> that one reason.</b><br />
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Why is that? Why haven't I noted this before? Will having noted this NOW change anything? I'm quite fucking curious and I wish my favourite poet adds me on facebook because there is absolutely nowhere else that she would show herself and I have absolutely no money to buy her books so I'll have to do with sparse appearances by her spirit wherever possible, and apparently that's only facebook.<br />
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My ability to digress impresses me greatly, but again, did I really digress at all?<br />
Hm.</div>
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-37259175198084240002014-05-26T02:52:00.000+05:302016-01-23T16:29:16.081+05:30I wrote a song.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Saturday morning, have no fear<br />
We've got a whole round around the sphere.<br />
We're spinning fast and we're running late-<br />
Wish I could drown but there's no time to waste<br />
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Saturday morning<br />
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You should be truthful to you my dear<br />
This ain't no time to make you disappear<br />
So you pull down your socks, you pick up your shoes<br />
and I look for myself until we lose this<br />
saturday morning<br />
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And suddenly, it was saturday morning yesterday<br />
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Maybe the distance is not very far,<br />
Maybe we're stuck just wherever we are.<br />
But baby we should make our move before the sun beats down again<br />
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Saturday morning, every saturday morning.<br />
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It's saturday morning, and I'm right here<br />
We missed a whole week, oh wait- it's been a year<br />
No treasures to mark and no sailors aboard<br />
Tied to the ground that's been grave to a hoard of<br />
saturday mornings, and I have been<br />
silently mourning over and over and over again.<br />
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But this is the moment I claim as mine now.<br />
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I bury the anchor- and I take a bow.<br />
Let's say you're the water- I just don't need to float,<br />
swim, sail or drown- I'll just take the road to me<br />
this saturday morning<br />
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and fuck the morning yesterday was<br />
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This is the difference- closed and ajar,<br />
Guess I was stuck while you drifted apart.<br />
So babe I had to make my move before the earth spun around again<br />
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I am done mourning every Saturday morning.<br />
Here's to Saturday mornings.<br />
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-67950835728517279132014-05-25T16:46:00.001+05:302014-05-25T23:23:36.424+05:30I dont know if this makes sense now, but<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-7111374828016349242014-05-25T13:41:00.000+05:302014-05-26T14:47:07.727+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Nothing bothers me more than my lost appetite for myself. It almost gives me the strange impulse to change the content in my about me page but I'm really not sure if that is going to be any help at all.<br />
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Days like these, I'd gladly be salad with no dressing and not complain about the blandness in my brain if that's what it takes to keep you healthy. Seems like I have priorities after all, eh?<br />
Healthy.<br />
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-87600035940018533692013-12-06T22:54:00.001+05:302014-01-12T03:11:00.427+05:30Sometimes I miss staying up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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trying to write. Stretching small feelings across big words like hanging an anorexic's bathrobe out to dry, nobody can tell. Maybe what really <i>tells</i> is that it was </div>
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only 17 minutes spent together and you already know how loose I wrap dirty laundry around my tongue. Even my shoplifting history - which you will extrapolate into general kleptomania where people steal from people, and I will have allegedly procured your passport and STDs, because I had once said-<br />
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If the purse was a curse, you'd be coins for my loins.<br />
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I am thinking about how people hardly hear what you're saying but remember what they need to shove into undesirable orifices of verbal communication ( for I am not comfortable calling it conversation and no body should be). From big tits to small talk. And what ends up in<br />
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-46883119286196966082013-10-14T21:56:00.002+05:302013-10-14T21:56:50.581+05:30Shubho Bijoya!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Read more about these <a href="http://mintpepperleper.tumblr.com/post/63843708337/durga-notebook">here.</a> Elaborate concept explanation along with prices and variations. Dont you like? This was also featured in the <a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/news/art-of-the-matter/1180671/">Indian Express, PUNENewsline Supplement on the 10th of September </a>(On Shoshti, the first day of Pujo and ON MY MOM'S BiRTHDAY EEEEE :D)</div>
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Also finding it hard to believe how foolishly I lose the things that come as blessings. I hope to entertain them while they last, henceforth, if not hold on, because holding on isn't going to come easy here, of that I am sure. Baby steps. </div>
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-38087793959446087192013-08-10T19:06:00.001+05:302013-08-10T19:06:18.651+05:30Why time is a great poet<p dir="ltr">Everything that happens seems like a metaphor and I have a cavity (this, now) in my wisdom tooth. My body language, as observed by a friend.<br>
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...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-56976764805557713072013-08-10T04:59:00.001+05:302013-08-10T05:12:53.327+05:30Neap tide but tide alright<p dir="ltr">Sleep's been kept at bay successfully for a night. Here's to baby steps towards my general manner of being. Ears buzzing with what might be the loud awareness of the universe within but I am pretty sure is only a terribly messed up ear condition, I can now safely say that the grief of many lifetimes has been replaced, uh okay perhaps just well overshadowed by the will to kill my illnesses. How about that :) </p>
<p dir="ltr"> Also here is <a href="http://instagram.com/p/codcaRiLUw/">my</a><a href="http://instagram.com/p/codcaRiLUw/"> </a><a href="http://instagram.com/p/codcaRiLUw/">favourite</a><a href="http://instagram.com/p/codcaRiLUw/"> </a><a href="http://instagram.com/p/codcaRiLUw/">part</a><a href="http://instagram.com/p/codcaRiLUw/"> </a><a href="http://instagram.com/p/codcaRiLUw/">of</a><a href="http://instagram.com/p/codcaRiLUw/"> </a><a href="http://instagram.com/p/codcaRiLUw/">my</a><a href="http://instagram.com/p/codcaRiLUw/"> </a><a href="http://instagram.com/p/codcaRiLUw/">room</a><a href="http://instagram.com/p/codcaRiLUw/">,</a> and as you can see, I am now on instagram so follow me for updates on my life and work and views and textures and sights and shadows of some happenings. Shall add it to the sidebar soon! Eid ! Yay!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">~
...return my smile, please...</div>weevil girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15519897714465144353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327029012160074258.post-49104938497181957322013-07-16T23:04:00.000+05:302013-07-22T11:27:36.846+05:30Invocation of dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So uhm what calms me down is folding paper. Trying to reach a degree of precision which would be impossible for me to attain in other areas of my life given the miserable loserish state my mind's been in lately. Given how worked up I have been about not working (on the things at hand which might just have slipped out of my hands I am notevengoddamedsure), I tried to calm myself and get some shit done at the same time so hence, books! Tiny ass books,coptic binding practice, made as gifts. Couple more coming up.<br />
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Handpainted notoriety. Something I made deviating a little from my Bollywood based project. Pasted on my wall. These could be converted into handmade magnets. Come onnn buy your magnet nowwww. OR stickers? Wait I'll soon post a compilation of available stickers, magnets and bookmarks.AND THEN maybe.</div>
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Wait, WHHAAAT you thought this blog was DYING? HELL NO even though I'm losing followers like <i>that </i><span style="font-size: x-small;">*snaps fingers* </span>and even though I seem inactive as ever and my neck is going to be slit open in a few days, I am FAAAIINNN, this page is alive, and we'll show you cool new stuff and share our little pointless realisations as soon as we can get done with the skyhigh pile of pending projects we are trying to juggle. We are me and my comatose brain. We are trying very hard to swallow our own bullshit and spit out the same with some added seasonings. Soon.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">If writing is like feeling yourself up for veins and </span><br />
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