(Improper) Summary: part II

I am so horribly irregular at blogging that from a point of being a letdown it has now reached a point where it's just plain funny. I am also amazed at how in spite of playing multiple roles in one breathing life so many of my fellow bloggers always come up with posts that makes you go.. 'ow that's good stuff'. These are the people who took away my timeless excuse of having no time at my hand. There are busy mothers, full time working students, hard knocked professionals on my reading list. And each and every post they create entailing stories to stories has truly been a good read, which is why despite my irregularity at blogging I am a regular reader. If I follow a blog I invariably try to keep up with it, the entity that does not let me blog likewise does not let me comment sometimes as well, but if I really connect to a post I'd always make sure to drop a line. Well anyway, this post I am about to make was in my draft, I remember getting so tired of arranging the photos right that I gave up on it and opted for a movie instead. Has been another month since and honestly if I am to keep the promise of jotting down past lane memories (since Jan as the previous post stopped at December) through photos then there will be a pile of myriad photos, so this stops here. The ones that was already in the draft are about to be posted in a second, rest, well umm I have decided to upload whenever, coz, what the hell, my blog, my way :) 

The improper summary part II (taken from an old draft)


As promised I am back again with more pictures. I thought this would be the quickest post comprising just loading and unloading, but wasn't that quick and painless after all. Most of the photos were taken with Canon cameras, which shares a bug with blogger that makes the pictures auto rotate. And the whole process of correcting was pretty graveling. But to ease my pain I have omitted a good per centum of photos :D and this is all we get for now. Decided to start off with Mona's wedding as it took most of my december, in a fun way, with friends I love.

This photo was taken at her Mehendi. Tasmeen, I and Nisha.


Beautiful Bride's beautiful mehendi

 
My turn :)

                   

Holud pictures:

Tidbits:

Christo:

..is a grown up now

Pohela falgun:

Nish, I, Afs

NSU is the best place to be in Falgun. From left: Nab, Nah, Naw, I, Ulli, Hum, Faiz

Valentine's:

sorry about the hazy picture, the guy couldn't figure how to focus

S

Costume party at T's:

Cricket:

at the stadium, watching a BPL match

Taken by S:

Mua 

Lastly:

:)

Summary: part I

So how should I start this post? A decent way I think would be through wishing everyone a happy twenty twelve :) Too late for that? Well better late than never! So here it goes,

May this new year give you bright new days to live in zest, peace of own mind and a world at peace with the awareness of God's love in every sunset, every flower's unfolding petals, every baby's smile, every lover's kiss, and every miraculous beat of our heart. Happy new year :)

I know by now the excitement's gone and it's another year of your life passing by unnoticed behind the works of life. But nevertheless I felt I owed this wish to this anarchy called life, chancing if it comes true...

Now about the disappearance, I have no excuse. As insincere as it might be I confess I do that. I do it to my friends, I do it to my family, I do it to my work, and now I am doing it to my blog. Sometimes I need time to be by myself, and myself only, if it were in my hands I would cut all my ties with this world and find the silence that I have been looking for. May be someday, when I am more independent, the world is big you know. There must be a corner in this huge landmass where I’d have my silence. But that’s not the trouble really, the real trouble lies somewhere else, it lies in the fact that regardless of where I go whichever corner I find that lets me hide myself, I still will be leaving the ones that care, right here. I’ll also be leaving the ones that need me, the ones that depend on me, or the ones that plainly miss me. And after some time they will start seeking me, many to satisfy a selfish ground, and some just to be sure that I am alright and breathing. I know what this might make you think but please do not misunderstand me, it's not my ignorance towards what I have, it's a state of mind I helplessly perceive. I do conceive the kind of blessing it unquestionably is to have someone who’s always on the lookout for you, missing you. Not everyone is lucky enough to have that in this lifetime, for many just survival is a blessing. But I am not one of those people, I was born with a little luck on my side, I too have to survive, but I also get the leverage of having other notions, which developed through the life I am leading. And the life I am leading makes me want to run away, even if for a little while, and it's also the life that makes me want to come back to it, and embrace it just as before.

I will make the rest of this post less boring by posting photos of what I have been up to in these three months.

December has been great, undoubtedly the rollercoaster month of the past year. It was crammed with projects, weddings, and rehearsals, and then more projects, more weddings and more rehearsals. Rehearsals were for the dances we prepared for a friend's sister's holud. Coming to think of it I really miss the rehearsal days, the friend was really laid back and understanding about the pressures of a soon to be ceasing semester, hence the timings were always flexible, and as much fun as we had you’d also be glad to know that we absolutely rocked the D-day!  Lets see some photos now-

Performing Tauba Tauba (From left: Sanji, Tasmeem and I)

The holud was beautifully organized, and I cannot even begin to say how beautiful the bride looked. I don’t know if it was the night or just our crazy hormones, but "something" turned us into a bunch of rowdies that night, rowdies who took cheering for each other to whole another level (!)

Picture of us with the beautiful bride. I am the one behind flower bouquet.  My ultra goofy friend Shafu happened to crack one of his racist jokes right before the shot.

I wanted to upload some of our dance videos but I guess blogger doesn't allow videos over 100 mb. I will however try to find a way out, but for now trusting the photos to suffice. There will be a lot more photos posted soon of rest of the ceremony but since this post is just a snapshot summary of last three months, I'll be hopping from event to event and the photos will hop accordingly. 

Some more photos from winter weddings:

This was the wedding of my good friend Esha. It still sometimes takes me a moment to believe she's a married lady now. She looked so beautiful in all the events, need a proof? Take a look below!

Her Holud

Her Wedding

Her Reception

Apart from weddings:

This year's winter only lived in its weddings, not in its weather. I have a wonderful collection of shawls which have never been put to good use in Bangladesh. The only wearable kind is the thin pashminas, but this time around that phase didn't last more than a week either.

A pashmina bought from boutique downstairs.

In a hoodie S bought me for the winter.

                                             

The months had a semester break in between so there were a lot of stayovers, random hangouts, haajir biriyani, trips out of Dhaka and what not.

K and I

Fry 'em all! --> Tas and K in a mosquito killing spree, the yellow bat you see electrocutes mosquitoes as we indulge in  sick pleasure.

My mad mad childhood friend A came from UK for a month.  Cooked for him and few other friends for lunch at my place.

A and I. One more year till I see him again.

Cooked a common favourite (barring me!) Chinese for the day. 

This is a fraction of what I have been up to in the last three months. I am not posting anymore photos as that would stretch the post too long (will make a part II). But I promise there will be more photos uploaded as soon as I grab some time again. Till then, see ya and stay well ! :)

Hippo Bath-day

This is the week for birthdays. I have 13 friends’ birthday just this week, including mine on the 1^st, and many others’ throughout the October. That forced me to think what exactly is so special about October. A fellow buddy explained January is the season of winter, and so is people’s resolution to warm it up which tends to more sex and hence more kids 9 months later. Then came my brother’s explanation, who is studying Bioinformatics. He says it’s not the frequency of sexual intercourse that leads, rather various studies have found seasonal variation in sperm count and mobility to be the reason, which is significantly higher in winter. So this explains why every family has a kid born on October. 

Anyway on a different note, I didn’t do much this birthday. My boyfriend is out of town and I didn’t feel like celebrating the day without him. Might do a party later, but it’s still a ‘might’, coz I feel lazy and lately dozing off seems more convenient than being active about anything. But I do have a favour to ask you guys, suggest me a gift that I can ask for. My boyfriend has been nagging me about what he should give me, he is not that imaginative when it comes to gifts and I usually tell him what I want and he dutifully brings it to me. And it’s a fussy job to give me anything, I don’t wear ornaments, my room is a junk place and I have no place to keep things I don’t need no matter however cute they may be, so random archie hallmark stuff is winnowed out from the list. I like perfumes but he knows I have too many, he bought me a dress this eid and honestly I don’t want anymore dresses. Actually there’s nothing I want, and he doesn’t want to disappoint me. Khota doesn’t know he can’t disappoint me but it’s true he is one person who’ll know immediately if I’ve really liked something or just appreciated the gesture instead. But this time around I honestly and honestly can’t think of anything that I really need.. hmmph, seems like I have everything I want :) Help please! Make me want something!

Anjan uncle and Shangjukta auntie's gift, they are from Kolkata and came here to work on some project. The day they landed was my birthday, they remembered it and later brought me this. It was really sweet of them. 

I love the message on the card, has a lot of warmth in it.

Everything good and everything bad

You never liked my poker face, five years and it still bothers you. And this botheration is always followed by that same question, each time with the same tone of urgency to hear the answer.

“So, what are you thinking?”

And I always answer.

 “I am thinking          …”

And I have always been honest. Didn’t care if it had been the wrong thing to say at the wrong moment, didn’t care if it was bad enough to ruin a day. And trust me I have ruined a lot of days over my honesty. Because like your urgency to know every bit of my brain I too take in an urgency to spill my mentations out to you. It’s difficult to know everything about a person, if you know the how(s) you sometimes miss the why(s). There’s only this much you have of a person, at least that’s what I used to believe. Then I met you, saw you at your best, worst and then again best, saw you grow up just as you saw me growing up, experienced the changes together. Everything good and everything bad, and all that lies in the middle, I know all of it, I know all that is you. Every individual has their enigma, that special part of a person which belongs to themselves only. But over the years I have become a part of your enigma, and you’ve become a part of mine. And we are the ones who did it, not our time together, not our experiences, not those chances to see each other’s reactions. It was just us, because you and me, are two rare breed of discerning nosey arse who ended up together. This post is for you S. I miss you.

 

[Photo Credit: "The Kiss", at the end of World War II in Times Square - by Alfred Eisenstaedt, V-J Day, 1945]