Vis-à-vis

Smile. It’s my day. I dance I laugh I celebrate. It’s my night. I sleep I dream I capture. Smile. It’s my moment. I kiss I love I smile. Smile.

Still not smiling.

What will it take to have that smile?

Hey you RR!

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.

Happy birthday RR :)

Winter Drug

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 (yes I 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.

Bruises

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 ...

Do-doo-do-do-do 

Do-doo-do-do-do 

Do-doo-do-do-do 

Do-doo-do-do-do 

Do-doo-do-do-do

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.

Stage for the concert

 [Song Credit: Bruises by Chairlift]

Maniacs Invasion

I cannot remember the last time I laughed so hard. It was an incredible day with almost 20 maniacs in my room all day. They woke me up (literally) after invading my room and made this day much better than my dreams (the ones I usually have). I might not, but my friends do know how to have fun.

Here’s the menu for today-

The Salad

Papa's special White Coral Fish

My own specialty Garlic Spicy Chicken

W's special Vegetable Mix

You

You are like a disease. The last disease I would want to have. You are incurable and painful. And with every new york minute your germs are multiplying and taking over me. Go away disease. There’s no place for you in me.

Family time!

After a series of weddings there came the family night yesterday. A truly zestful dinner at Hungry Duck followed by the amusing tuktuk ride and yummylicious Barista coffee. I was through with the pulao biriani wedding khana and my stomach was happy to feed upon a fresh menu my tastebuds didn’t cognise already. Hungry Duck is nice, they have done a good job with the interior, each corner has a separate theme and the service is lovely. We sat inside the yellow room, it had more privacy and was perfect for the two hungry ducks and their three ducklings. The icing on the cake was bumping into Tasmush there. She too came with her family for dinner. Planned or unplanned coming across childhood best friends chirks you up, they are the people one is usually most comfortable with. Today J came with Mali and Rad to see some dance steps they will be performing for their cousin’s holud. In fact she just left while I am left sweaty. Time to hit the shower, I disapprove stinky me, in fact stinky anyone. 

The satisfied hungry ducks :)

Look at the cute coffee cup!

                                                  

     Wicked Brownie tastes wicked.

The name Hungry Duck struck papa so much that he cooked a duck for tonight's dinner.

Task: Change the template

This template makes me want to see the other corners of this room, which plainly put, I CAN'T. And it is very annoying.

Traveller in time, knowing that there's no rhyme...

Tick tick tick, the sound of time ticking. It doesn’t make me impatient, it doesn’t bore me seeing each second pass following its own laws. I like time. I want all the time in the world. I hear the tick tick tick in my insomniac nights and I never get fidgety, never roll from side to side in agitation. I may not get the sleep I need, but I get time. And I like time. For a similar reason, I am never tired of waiting, I can wait for hours after hours, days after days, years after years, given there’s no butterfly effect of that waiting, and it only has to offer a time without obligation, a time where I am not obligated to do anything, not obligated to think and definitely not obligated to act accordingly. I am not lazy (well not always), it’s the obligation. I yearn for a time where I will do something I would want to, and not because I have to. It can be the very same thing I am obligated to do, like attending NHK’s boring (you have no idea) and vague lectures, but out of choice and not out of obligation. After the recent earthquake occurrences I started wondering how it would be to be under oodles of debris, waiting to die. I get scared of the breathlessness, I fear of being in the confined space, of the pain of dehydration, hunger and the paralyzed situation, but never of the empty time. I would never pray to die owing to the empty time, yes owing to those other fears may be (though this too is highly unlikely). I want to live long, even if I suffer, I want ‘my time’ and ‘my time’ is LONG.

  

[Title Credit: Blind Guardian- Traveller In Time]

Talk about female hormones :|

I woke up early today, contrary to my regular self. I had the day planned out. Wanted to cook something different for S. Went through the internet for some lasagna recipes, found some interesting ones too, but hell the markets here are a wretch when it comes to cheese. I looked through many stores but couldn’t find any of the three cheese types I was looking for. Then decided not to waste any more of my time looking for something I won’t find in Dhaka, had a student too who was then very likely to wait for me in 2 hours. So consented to a hardcore Indian dish instead, ingredients of which were floating everywhere my eyes went. Coriander chicken curry- in my fridge right now. 

My student got cancelled today, but I got to know of it at his doorsteps after the servants kept me waiting for 20 minutes. By servants I mean three young girls who have been consistently slow at responding the door bell. I thought today was no different either and stood there the first 15 minutes waiting, I am always hesitant to ring a door bell twice. At long last, 5 minutes after my second ring one of those girls had the decency to inform me of no one being home. Right then saw my phone ringing, it was Tonoy’s mom to let know they won’t be home today. What a waste. 

On my way back saw a salon, and how did I satisfy my aggravation?? 

By a manicure and pedicure 

Don’t judge me please  

  

[Photo: My mani-pedi-cured fingers and feet]