Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Dear RR, this post is for you.
God gave a gift to the world when you were born—
a person who loves, who cares,
who sees a person’s need and fills it,
who encourages and lifts people up,
who spends energy on others
rather than herself,
someone who touches each life she enters,
and makes a difference in the world,
because ripples of kindness flow outward
as each person you have touched, touches others.
Your birthday deserves to be a national holiday,
because you are a special treasure
for all that you’ve done.
May the love you have shown to others
return to you, multiplied.
I wish you the happiest of birthdays,
and many, many more,
so that others have time to appreciate you
as much as I do.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Growing up in Dhaka I remember winter that stretched till February, and a spring which could easily be distinguished from summer. Now winters come and go in a week, and rest of the year is Summer with drops of monsoon in between. Winter and rainy season, these two have always been my favourites. I love winter because of its power to provide me the senses of comfort achieved after much longing. Before I explain this there's something else I think I should allege. I have a tendency to make myself long for something I have been desiring to have, and when the longing becomes long enough to tear up my sensory faculty and the want takes a complete control over me, only then I approach towards having the thing I have so badly been yearning for. It’s a drug of my creation and I get ecstatic every time I reach the end of it. I try to do it everyday, I don’t eat unless I am starving, I don’t sleep until I am half dead and I don’t call unless I miss someone a little too much. All the same there are very few scopes to endeavour this drug. I cannot apply it to every situation as much as I’d want to. But winter gives me that scope. There’s nothing better than pulling all the covers around and snuggling under soft comforters right after being miserable in cold for as long as I can take it (while not coming upon the level to catch a flu). Everyone in my house keeps on asking me (of which I am now irritated) that how do I roam around my place wearing the same semi ragged tops and shorts (yesI am attached to my old torn clothes and you have no idea how comfortable they are!) all year round and I think the question should be why. If I am home I'd never let mama or anyone make my bed because the warmth attained in an entire night will then be gone, and so my dose of drug is always ready waiting for me to snuggle in and to let me feel my ecstasy. My late night showers, torn clothes, lunch and dinner (I feel awfully cold after having anything heavy) becomes much more exciting in winter. So there, I said it, not that it might matter to anyone, but I said it why is it that I love winter so much. Next time someone points towards my torn clothes, I'll point them towards this blog post.
'Nuff said, not in the mood to write about the other favourite. Let rainy season come, I am sure there will be an entry on it.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
I got bruises on my knees for you
And grass stains on my knees for you
Got holes in my new jeans for you
Got pink and black and blue for
You ooo ...
For you ooo ....
So black and blue ooo ...
For you ooo ...
I bruised my knees for being silly :) Gave in to the 5 notorious Maniacs’ appeal to ride a slipper and later crashed to the ground. As embarrassing as it was can’t say it wasn’t fun either :D
Meghna Resort was okay, I wish NSU picked a more interesting location though. But the company of the Maniacs in a single bus took care of the void. Whilst I am saying this I know the Maniacs think otherwise, they didn’t get my escape to la-la-land using Ipod engineering. Little do they know how glad I feel to be surrounded by them, their laughter and their traits, they have been a welcome relief to my life from the ones who are staggeringly full of themselves. If life is partly what we make it and partly what it is made by the friends we choose, then I am glad they chose me.