Taken from my balcony

Lovely, isn't it?

The newest addition!

We have a new addition to the family! And I am in love with the new members! They are my snowy white cotton candies and they are the softest cutest cotton candies of this world! Too bad I can’t squeeze these cuties and put them in my mouth, Gupgup!

Name: Christopher Columbus
Passion: Wandering
Favourite food: Cucumber
Favourite activity: Jumping around

Meet Christopher Columbus. He is an explorer at heart. He is a risk taker but pees when he gets nervous (your secret’s out Christopher!). He loves to wander around this strange world and sniff every oddity that comes along his way. His curiosity has no limit, and when it comes to food he is even more promiscuous.

Name: Fakir Jumman Shah
Passion: Eating
Favourite food: Grass, the greener the better.
Favourite activity: Chewing and fighting over food

Say hi to Fakir Jumman Shah. Fakir is laid back and enjoys life to the fullest. He can’t care less about this rampant world and holds no complaints as long as there’s food in his stomach. He loves to sleep and relax in his home, and doesn’t bother to step outside. “After all what is there to see in a world of slippery floors, it’s no grass!” says Fakir.

More photos of the little rascals-

Guess who's who!

Christo jumping with freedom joy

and.. that's what he did next.. to him this height has no parallel. this is my father's belly btw.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends.. Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends

Holidays are approaching, just the thought of it is making me happy. This entire semester had been unusually hectic, will finally get the breather I have been waiting for. Got tons of plans stacked up for this semester break, and spending time with J K and T has also been long due. I miss the days when we practically used to live together. We would go to sleep at the same time but our days would start differently. Nights after nights we stayed over each other’s place, doing everything together except for going to separate universities to study separate things because of our separate points of interest. We four are so different, yet so similar. It’s a friendship where honesty is appreciated. So for us it’s okay to disagree, it’s okay to have own space, okay not having to show any love, but in return to always feel loved. May be that’s what 10 years of friendship does to you. It’s a comfort only time can buy. Can’t wait, just 4 more days, and I will be the flying eagle closer to my clouds with silver lining :)

T, K, J and I

 [Title Credit: With a little help from my friends- The Beatles]

Avoiding probability

Arrgh I have a probability quiz tomorrow and I am looking for ways to postpone the little studying that requires to be done for it. This entry could be counted as one of the ways as well. But the thing is I have absolutely nothing to write about, and the things that I do have unfortunately [or fortunately ;)] cannot be written about. Well let’s talk about the weather then, I mean isn’t this what we do when a conversation hits a ceasing point and leads to that awkward silence? Besides it’s a universal topic and everyone’s concern or delight. For me right now it’s a delight, here in Dhaka last few days the weather has been wonderful. Just when everyone expected this summer to outset with scorching heat it approached with cool breeze and a bonus full moon. I love the present weather, waiting for a gaga storm though. And I want the timing to be right, it shouldn’t be on my way to NSU and definitely not while I sleep at night (well day). The perfect time will be a weekend evening or any day after 4 for that matter. I want to feel the rain pour instead of just looking at it through a glass window of a room soaked up with several sleepy eyes of normal people and heedful eyes of the nerd ones. It’s been so long that now I am thirsting to get drenched and catch the cold sneeze, yes the sneezes too, if I am ready to take something this blissful I think I should take its downsides too. Only then it would feel enough, otherwise it’s just never enough, coz I experienced a drizzle just yesterday and the feel of the moment has already dismissed from my memory, and I want the next time to hang in a lot longer.

Musings of a night

Have you stepped outside today? You don’t need to, just remember to keep the windows open tonight. You won’t need street lights to see the dandy dance of the leaves of that colossus tree that never gives flowers but has been fending for years right there facing your balcony. Her green leaves turn black at night, under those old fashioned yellow sodium street lights. But tonight they will stay green, I think green is their favourite colour, why else would they be dancing this way? Besides they must have guessed about the full moon’s dramatic reappearance tonight, and hence they have been dancing in day-light, happy knowing they will stay green for a little longer than usual, happy knowing at the impeding day-light there’s moonlight to serve them and to keep them green. Moonlight is their savior, breeze is their party. And this party will run till the new moon arrives and the green leaves turn black again. Their moon isn’t going anywhere, ours is, ours does. Our moon is uncertain, it may not arrive within a month and we may stay black forever. And we are not as simple as those leaves, our happiness is dearly won, we don’t party unless there’s a moon, breezes don’t mean enough. Our moon is our covetousness and our breeze are those little happiness, little reasons to smile everyday. Let’s all turn into leaves and dance, with or without the moon and learn to appreciate the breeze, wouldn't that be nice.

Stylish Blogger Award

I am too secretive to maintain an interesting blog but according to two generous souls this blog is still stylish even if the content sometimes fails, and hence I receive the Stylish Blogger Award! The two generous souls I am talking about are Reenie at Reenie's Scribbles and Purple Butterfly at Confessions of an idle mind .  Please do check out their blogs, I promise you great contents, colours, emotions and life matter. Will be worth the shot :)

The award looks like this~

Ok, apparently there are some rules for accepting this award, and they go like this :

1. Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this.

2. Share 7 things about yourself.

3. Pay it forward to 15 great bloggers.

So here goes my respect to the rules-

A big brown yummilicious chocolatey thanks wrapped in nuts to you both!

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Now the 7 things-

• It’s impossible to categorize me as a person. Almost every aspect of my personality shares the characteristics of two opposite poles. Like I am introvert and bold, lazy and organized, open and conventional, calm and crazy, and the list goes on.  

• My favourite colour is brown and I have always hated the colour blue. No reason, just never liked it.

• No matter which career path my future entitles me to I intend to complete a degree on Kathak and Latin dance forms and use it in whichever way I can.

• I love mountains more than sea, but guess what- I am acrophobic.

• I looooooove to sleep, but the trouble is I also happen to be a light sleeper. I wake up every other night by an auditory sensation of late night nightingale cum rickshaw-walas singing in glory to their 4 am fun ride. If that’s not the case, then may be a distant horn does the job (apart from some routine household static noises). 

• I am a maniac about dogs! This animal makes me nuts! Dogtown (aired on National Geographic) makes me cry on a regular basis but movies as good as The Colour Purple could never bring the tears out. On a different note, in case you haven’t watched either I recommend you watch both. You might have to be a dog person to love Dogtown, but The Colour Purple was a good movie.

• Though I hardly show this, but I love my family and friends to bits and pieces

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Now comes the final rule. I would say my blog family is still very little and I am yet to know 15 great bloggers. But I surely know 5 and they are the greatest!

Please receive this Stylish Blogger Award my stylish blogger friends!

Sherkhan's Meowsings

Bloody Eukaryote

Critical Velocity

Photosphera

Life Madness

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]