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Diary of 10th September 2014
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bishuburp 10th Sep '14 @ 10:30 a.m. Local Time
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A short while back I paid my electricity bill.Surfed FB for a few minutes and now I'm back to my "Old Love" to torment nice people. A thought just glanced my head.Are all poets nice ? Maybe and may not be.What does it matter.Specially poets(?) on this site won't get to see one another so what does it matter? Yet... even though hiding behind some profile picture the true self oozes through.When I first joined this site I used the site-provided profile picture for quite some time.Then I saw that some of the members gave a profile picture -whether of their own I don't know.So I pasted a real photograph which was incidentally on my desktop.It was of 2012 August i.e. long two years ago. No !! all sentences must not begin with "then" !!! Next , I thought (looking at other animals,birds,animations,flowers,stars,buildings,constellations.inkpens,writing apparatus,etc) that I needed a profile picture -something interesting- I chose a comic character of Popeye the Sailor. But Popeye also got sick with tobacco smoke and he was replaced by a scrabble board which later gave way to a simple black & white picture from the internet.Maybe I'll not change it further and may have to hide behind it as long as I disgrace this wonderful site.
This was perhaps the most mudane diary you've ever come across.In any case, it's MY diary not yours so you can't complain !! One of my good friends had written about an injection "truthall" or something like that which I believe all poets have had to take at some time or the other. Even graved past poets penned down truth with a spattering of surrealism.You are better read that this "diarier" who still scrapes his fingers raw searching for truth.Don't kick me in the behind for using "diarier".Anyway, what do I care !!! Except a few in Kolkata(India) none can physically kick me.Yes.Virtually they can with words.
Very recently a good poet had confided that he was "shy" That was truth he stated !! I wish the good man all the best. Yes Dear PCR you are a truthful person. Deadghost poets like me should make way for the new entrants and they NEED encouragement from poets who are better off. The enlightened poet ML "across the puddle" is no doubt trying hard to do so.
Respected Mr Neel Mukherjee educated in Kolkata has one of his books nominated for Booker Prize 2014. Makes me proud to belong to the same city !! This should be an inspiration to my Kolkata friend SD from Beliaghata. Hi ! SD, are you hearing me ??!!
My dearest wise friends on PP please please don't take example from me since I'm "deadart" unfit for any "artvase" Oh !! Oh!! I feel warm. I'll open my "half-punjabi" and switch on the ceiling fan.... Sorry for the interruption..Please wait.Thank you for waiting ... Aw ! aw !! now since the sky is cloudy sunlight is scanty so I'll have to switch on the tubelight. Sorry ! you know how bothering old people can be !! They complain about anything and everything. Ah ! I've now switched on the tube so now I can "see" the keyboard. By the way this piece will never be rewritten or edited. Sorry Respected LA. I read your post about publishing. Too much of a botheration !!! Sorry if I'm being too blunt.Excuse me. Now I feel better.No !! I've forgotten to open my "half-punjabi" though I said I would.Okay.Now I've shed it. I am under the dire influence of "truthall" so I cannot write lies however much I try. Now, as I type my dearest wife for 33 years has brought me my humble breakfast- cucumber with mashed potato sandwiches with tomato sauce. I like it !!! I'm munching and typing ... so readers can well understand how "nice" this "diary" will turn out to be 
That's the beauty of "truthall" I'm forced to write more !!! I badly need a shave.The stubble is about three days old.Not that it matters.But after all I should make myself "look" clean whether my heart is dirty or whatever.Another thing I must write.My daughter is pestering me for the PC. She wants to do Facebook... play games and chat with friends.I understand it's normal for her age.I abhor facebook one reason being that originality is lacking many users upload postings from other links.Anyway that is irrelevant in the present context.So... let me try to think.. what was the "context"?
My street dog lies at my feet sleeping 
He loves me truly !!! No adulteration whatsoever !! Pure unconditional love.Help me readers to name the original writer of the quote "... When I gaze into the vast expanse of ice with no horizon in sight it is then that I think of God..." Please also do correct the quotation.I think I'm wrong in the words.Maybe the writer was Hammond Innes ... I truly forgot since it was over 40 years ago.Breakfast is two-thirds down the gullet.A third more to go. Fuel for the body you know.
I now have to change my spectacles since the optometrist has prescribed a separate glass for computer.As for my day-plan : 12.00 p.m : Durga Puja shopping 3:00 p.m: Lunch 6:30 p.m. A scheduled meeting with a teenager 9:00 pm: Maybe a movie or a novel 11:30 p.m: Dinner Midnight : Sleeeeeeeeep zzzzz 
~grumpy old men's club~
Bishu's Diary.
Thank you my friend for this wonderfull example of a lazy day, A day that many of us struggling poets would like to be able to say that was the day that i wanted. So much to do. why you even got Face book in, that is some achievement I have nearly forgotten that it exists. a new idea for one of my outragious prose writings for the less fortunate peoples of this world that are unable to write such terrible nonsense as perhaps you and I.I was pleased to see that you have an excellent appetite and that your lovely wife is feeding you like a king. A dog under the table perhaps laying at your feet. A true Gardian you are to be envied my friend. I have over the years given house to cats, dogs budgerigars,Canaries and a huge fish tank where I kept all kinds of tropical fish. I must admit I did have one or two expensive hobbies when i was able to work. You say that you have a three day old stubble. I have long gone on to a an electric shaver, I find it quicker but not so good as my old cut throat razor used to shave me. I always tell my lovely wife if visitors come, I hope that they are coming to see you and I not how the flat looks. A house that is lived in is usually a little untidy. Thank you for the giving me the pleasure of reading your most private thing Your Diary.Your friend better your Mate Bern.
You shouldn't call yourself a struggling poet Respected Friend !
You shouldn't call yourself a struggling poet Respected Friend ! Let's sail the hard times on the waves created by words yesterday today and hopefully tomorrow. I just can't think of living cooped up in a flat or apartment. God has been kind to me to provide me with a home.Don't worry mate ! I shaved though my twin-blade Gilette Presto plastic razor was a bit blunt.My darling wife & pretty daughter compel me to scrape my beard and be presentable.I'll now turn on the TV. Good night my Good Mate Respected Mr Bern
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