I had cow dung 4 breakfast!!!

Swan Song of Despair

2011-05-05T15:52:00.001+02:00

I'm in love with the great void - an emptiness shaped like God
I betrayed the world when I was born into the light
Embolden by my hubris, I fought my demons
Nearsighted...
Sterile endeavour
My desolate soul was forfeit - even before the cosmos began

Now riding the carcass of a decaying life
Or pittance of a washed out dream
An unholy velleity
Feeding upon the desires of the damned and the lost
Mise en abyme!

While basking in the purity of the Throne
I summon the infernal host;
Children of Lilith
I implore the forgotten Gods
Rise!

Morning Star!
Release the Wolf
Hasten Ragnarok
We will take back Eden
And reduce it to heathen ashes

Mise en abyme = the visual experience of standing between two mirrors, seeing an infinite reproduction of one's image.

A visit to Lalbag Fort and other thoughts

2010-08-16T20:24:00.001+02:00

I woke up from a dream. I dreamt that I was back in our old place; the place where I’ve spent first twelve years of my life. I wasn’t a child in the dream, but the place felt eerily familiar – it felt like home. Funny thing is after leaving from there, I never went back. I’ve visited the neighborhood, but never crossed the gate. Now, in hindsight, it appears to be a good thing. Cause you can never go home.

After waking up, I felt really depressed and to top it of, lonely. So, I decided to reconnect with my childhood. I went to Old Dhaka. There was a time when I used to go there almost everyday of the week. It wouldn’t be wrong if I say, I’ve spent half of my earlier days there.

The place is almost the same. Of course there are new buildings, new faces – but still it has remained pure somehow – uncorrupted from the ugly urban life. My relatives treat me exactly the same way they used to treat me when I was a child. I was actually surprised with my reception. I’ve been avoiding them for last couple of years… I just feel out of place in there. Well, I feel like the odd man out everywhere… so it isn’t a big surprise.

I don’t have that childish jovial approach to life anymore; I’ve become too cynical. But it felt good to talk. At least I could speak my mind, without thinking about the consequences. I wasn’t afraid of speaking the wrong stuff. Cause even if I did, they would just overlook it. I mean, these are the people who have changed my diapers. I’m still a child to them. I felt loved and wanted for a change.

I went to Lalbag Fort in the afternoon. It was a weird day. Perfect English weather. It was raining heavily one moment and the very next moment sun shone with all its glory. In my childhood, the fort was in ruins. I used to go there and play with my cousins. I don’t remember anything specific, besides those vague recollection of ghost stories and myths. I do have a photograph, in which I’m dressed like a Mughal prince – with fake crown and everything!

The place hardly resembles my childhood days. It has been renovated. Instead of the natural brick color it now sports an ugly pinkish look. Many places are now off limits, the pond is almost dead, Everything looks shiny and improved. But the old magic is gone. It doesn’t feel like a monument of past anymore. I didn’t feel like I was back in the Mughal rule. It is a modernised park now – no longer a memento of a father’s love to his daughter.

You should never try to go back. There is no going back. Some memories are better kept under lock and key – untouched.

Death Addict

2010-06-25T16:56:00.001+02:00

Dreamology

2010-06-17T20:07:00.002+02:00

Our dreams define us
Unfortunate are
Those forsaken by dreams
Their bodies reduce to empty husks,
Hollow – both inside and out

Dreamers are the escapists
For they dwell in the dreamland
Dreamers live in a state of perpetual trance
Neither here nor there

Imagination – a blessing and a curse

When you can envision your dream
Snatch it away from
The dungeon of dream God, Morpheus
Lay down heaven on earth

Some dreams become
Larger than life itself
And if they’re shattered
May the Devil have mercy on their souls

Be wary of deceased dreamers
Worse than the undead
They would do anything
To taste that sweet nectar of morphine
Again…

Derelict melancholy

2010-02-23T15:24:00.001+01:00

Travelling through the alleys of human mind

Melancholy, descends upon his unsuspecting prey

Sows the seeds of discontent

While his prey sees ghosts more than

Vast hell can endure…

The predator fawns lady grief

Succumbing to his impish charms

Grief, decides to move in

They settle on the tottering mind

Now a prolific ground for severe maelstrom

Suicide – the hate child of this unholy union

Toys with fragile emotions

Swims in the salty sea of sorrows

Lurking in the dusted corners

While dreaming…

Nightmares

Ardor turns to apathy…

Aspiration to aimlessness…

Adoration to abhorrence…

The moribund prey searches

For the meaning of his wretched existence

In death

Evicted from the empty vessel,

Melancholy, again embarks upon his nomadic journey

Searching for another morbid mind

Perhaps he’ll get to stay a bit longer…

This time around.

My Life… or something like it

2010-02-20T16:03:00.002+01:00

It’s been a while since I’ve written about my life. Not much going on. I’m back to my mundane routine. Home, varsity, home. But there is something different about me – I’m trying to push myself; testing my limits. I’m up for activities, but things aren’t just working out. Perhaps my luck has finally run out?

Last year was truly amazing. One of the best years of my life. I started living again. I had fun for a change. Those frequent outings with friends, night drives, robotic workshop, and to top it off: the trip to Banderban. The following trip to Chittagong was great as well. But the new year started with a bump. I knew I wasn’t going for a smooth ride this time around.

The semester started with an unlikely experience, so as to prove my earlier speculations. I’m not concentrating, kind of drifting along. I know what I’m suppose to do, still I’m procrastinating. My head is on the cloud. I know what’s causing this. I’ve fallen victim to an impractical dream.

Although I know it’s difficult to achieve, I’m chasing it. I’ve stopped resisting a long time ago. I’m going with the flow, following my instincts, making up plans on the way. Still I want more. I want it more than anything. But the dream is draining me, emotionally. I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve, as always. Limiting my happiness…

What else can I do? I can’t fight off that intense desire. I don’t want to. I want to give in to it. But day dreaming and planning my next move all freaking day, isn’t really helping. I’m becoming more and more attached. I’m being more aggressive. I’m afraid that I might vent my frustrations on wrong places.

I can’t let go. Not now, not after all that has occurred. There is a nagging question in the back of my mind. I’m ignoring it for the time being. But it still poking out it’s ugly head.

What will happen, when the dream’s over?

I really don’t know. I might loose everything. The dream has become an integral part of my very existence. Bittersweet.

Envy

2010-02-10T12:29:00.001+01:00

Envious of the world around me

I envy the air, the sun, the moon

Even the specks of dust

They can ogle at you

Touch your gentle curves

Steal a kiss or two from

Those ruby colored lips

How fortunate they are!

Feasting their tireless eyes upon your impeccable beauty

Inconspicuously

They need not worry about the consequences

Staying with you from morning till dawn

The night breeze caresses your hair, dark as the devil

The moonlight softly nudges your angelic face

Morning shine wakes you up with a peck

The lecherous rain washes you…

Ravishing your delightful form

Me – a mere mortal

Has to rely on happenstance

Waiting for eons to cast a furtive glance

Cherishing those evanescent moments

Awaiting for that coveted ‘other time’

Ever fleeting from my dreamscape

O elusive Goddess,

Where do you dwell when you are not astir?

I want to know what’s inside you

Grant my wish

Enshroud everything else

Give this tale of ours a blissful ending

Nihilistic delusion

2010-01-20T15:42:00.001+01:00

Let your life pass like a breeze

Keep wandering around

Skim over the myriad of knowledge

Who needs them, anyway?

Eat, drink and be merry

Enjoy your life to the fullest

Never let ventures pass you by

Regret only doing nothing

Rules? What rules?

They are meant to be broken

Write your own rules

Twist them to your will

Make them ambiguous

Not black and white

Dwell in the “grey” zone – always

Do as you wish

There is no heaven or hell

There is no Karma – bullshit

Bad things happen to good people

Live like a chameleon

Stomp on the weak

Suck up to the strong

Your carcass is your deity

Worship it: appease your earthly desires

Succumb to the temptations of the flesh

Men are animals

Embrace your feral side

Never leave yourself wondering

About

The Life Not Lived

Lovers (Or madmen)

2009-11-03T15:17:00.001+01:00

Lovers and madmen

Are so much alike

Lovers walk the earth in a trance

Willing to sacrifice everything

At a gesture of their beloved

Their eyes resemble those of

Madmen, devoid of lucidity

Full of dreams – daring to attain the unattainable

Hopeless romantics

Devourers of hope

Living for the day after tomorrow…

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You could buy them with a smile

Tease a little… encourage to dream

Plant false hope in their barren hearts

They’ll become your eternal slaves

Worshipping you like a Goddess reincarnate

At least madmen don’t know right from wrong

But lovers drink poison knowingly;

Longing, welcoming, cherishing it to the final sting

They refuse rational thought

Feed off their foolish adoration…

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“How audacious of you to judge me!

Have you ever felt that bittersweet tingle?

Did you ever stargaze in broad daylight?

My heart doesn’t belong to me anymore

But I’d rather embrace death than ask it back …”

Ego

2009-10-12T03:14:00.001+02:00

If a person has been vital throughout his life and has fought to the end of his earthly existence, it is this ego which will refuse to die, even after the expiration of flesh…

- Anton LaVey (Satanic Bible)

I believe that when I die I shall rot

and nothing of my ego shall survive.

- Bertrand Russell

So which one do you believe to be true? More importantly how much is your ego? Are you willing to let go of your ego? Or you’d rather live with your ego intact than being happy? I know I’m being dramatic, but sometimes you got to ease up a little just to achieve something. Actually, I’m torn between the two. But lately I’ve learned to let go of my ego for a little bit… and I haven’t regretted it yet. I think it’s too early for me to say which one is best… but a healthy mixture of both won’t hurt.

To Isis

2009-09-10T16:49:00.001+02:00

Isis, oh Isis

What am I going to do about you?

You’re haunting me in my dreams

Leaving me sleepless, restless … in solitude

Putty - at the insensate hands of the unforgiving night

I dream of quests, journeys or even trivial matters

With you by my side

The rude awakening drags me back to my personal hell

The lone punishment bestowed upon me –

Absence of your angelic smile

“Without you tomorrow is just the memory of yesterday…”

We can never be together

You – a Goddess, elucidating my world

Me – a pariah, seeking redemption

But I can’t help dreaming the impossible…

Becoming an eternal captive of the dream bound

“I kneel before Isis,

I – her God and slave.”

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NOTE: I don’t remember the source of first quote.

But the second one is from “Ceremony of Shiva” by Behemoth.

Monologue

2009-09-04T17:30:00.001+02:00

I glanced at the broken mirror

My shattered self stared back with malice

I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I don’t know what I want, what I care for, what makes my clock tick. I am hardly living my life. I am 21 and I feel like 41 or more. I am bitter at all times as if I had lived long enough to know that things just won’t get better. Maybe someday I’ll look back at these days and smile – but it’s really hard to believe that right now.

Emptiness is filling me

To the point of agony

Growing darkness taking dawn

I was me, but now He's gone

I don’t know what I’ve become. I am getting tired of myself. I believed that I was special, but now I think I’m just another creep. Sometimes I try to to change myself, but it doesn’t work. Either I get back to my old self or something even worse. When did I become this pathetic self-loathing creature?

A life that's growing feeble

In this hole

So limiting

The sun has set, all darkens

As I look back, my past seems beautiful. At least I was naive – quite content with my life. Now, I’m bitter, cynical, unhappy. I haven’t done anything productive lately that will make me feel good about myself. I’m living like just every other mundane person. At least they are having fun. I am building walls around myself, always shutting myself out from the outside world. I am becoming more and more emotionally distant. I don’t know what will become of me.

…Or I will remain filled with despair
And will be pretending till eternity?

Sometimes I wonder if I’m afraid of happiness. I just can’t get out of this rut. I always loose heart midway. Am I the architect of my own destruction? Am I sabotaging myself? I don’t know what lies ahead in future. It feels bleak, darker than today.

That little angel on my shoulder screams

"I think I lost my way"

10 reasons why you should or shouldn't read Twilight!

2009-08-25T11:05:00.010+02:00

“Wrong”, I said. “You are awfully moral for a vampire.”

That pretty much sums it up – the main problem with Twilight.

Vampires can live off animal blood only. Veteran vegetarian vampires can also work in hospitals, perform surgery etc.
Vampires can come out in daylight. They don't burn from sun, their skin just sparkles.
Vampires have super-strength, impenetrable skin - they don’t need to breathe or sleep. Despite all that, when you hear that your girlfriend is dead, only thing you can do is to kill yourself.
If you want to be a supermodel, just get bitten by a vampire. Because you will not only achieve immortality but also a magical makeover. Just make sure the vampire doesn't drain all of your blood.
Female vampires cannot have children, what's with their physiology remaining unchanged and all. But male vampires can impregnate humans. Male supremacy FTW!
Werewolves are social animals. They roam around in packs and they actually protect humans from other monsters.
If you thought love at first sight was corny, meet imprint. It is mystical - you find your soul mate and get instantly drawn to him/her. And your victim ... ahem..... "soul mate" must succumb to your charms.
It’s totally okay to ditch your current partner for your imprinted soul mate, even if he/she is just two years old! (EEWWW)
Werewolves have a healing factor that puts even Wolverine to shame. Though not immortal, werewolves don't age while they are in their wolf state.
You should let your girlfriend share a sleeping bag with another guy. Never mind that the guy have been hitting on her for like… forever.

Intrigued? Can’t wait to get your hands on Edward Cullen? Well, when you are finished with the reading, do me one favor. Just answer the following question -

So what was the point of your twisted love story, in the end?

Mundane

2009-08-21T10:28:00.003+02:00

I think I've hit some sort of writer's block! There was a time when words came to me, now they remain pretty elusive. I keep coming up with ideas and they sound great in my head. But when I start writing them - the words just look all wrong. Well, I tend to lose interest in stuff way faster than I gained it, but this is something different. I still like blogging; I just think I've lost the ability to express myself eloquently. This is really bad, I never had any trouble in that department before. Am I out of touch?

There is nothing more dreadful than losing an ability that you have had for granted. Over the last few years I've changed a lot, but never lost the ability to dream thanks to my overactive imagination. Now, I'm having troubles in giving voice to my dreams.

Enough with the whining. Let's move on to the next topic (that I'm going to whine about)!

For last couple of years, I have been frustrated with my life. Tried to improve it, lead it to a new direction. But none of them actually worked. Some even led to greater troubles that was more than I ever asked for. Then I hurried back to my shell and built a veil of indifference around it. That was another wrong decision. I lost some of new found abilities. God how I miss them!

Time just flew by me. I can't believe I've completed five semesters already! It still feels like yesterday, when I was a freshman. Well, I'm not happy with my college life. I'm just hanging on, somehow producing enough energy to pull my carcass on this wretched plane. I haven't made a lot of friends. People just don't seem interesting to me. They appear to me as the non-playable characters from games - one dimensional, typical, wannabes.

I somehow always fall for the wrong girl, probably someone way out of my league or even residing in a different planet! At present, I'm harboring feelings for someone, and boy they are pretty strong. I can't stop thinking about her. She is haunting me in my dreams. And the dreams are so sweet that they give me heartache.

I wish I could live in my dreams!

"Without you, tomorrow is just the memory of yesterday...."

Phantasmal Prelude

2009-07-15T15:34:00.002+02:00

Stray winds beckon the lonesome apparitions

Residing in the forgotten castle

Awakening from their century long slumber

Memories of a thousand souls clinging together

To make a distant sigh

Ghostly figurines reliving their past

Even if they ain’t theirs…

Resentment, regret, repent…

Repressed memories resonating through the desolate hallway

Wind of change touches

The skeletal prisoners of the closet

Rejuvenating them…

Encouraging to atone for their ghastly deeds

The lost child has finally found a way…

“My music up to date is bare

Memories unclear…”

Musings On A Moonlit Night

2009-05-15T11:09:00.001+02:00

“If thou tries to bask in my light,

Thou shall be stricken with my wrath”

The Sun God banishes the wandering bard…

Another prey of unending night…

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Shadow…darkness…nightfall

Conspicuous moon lightens up the infernal realm

The Moon Goddess lures the forsaken…

Provoking, tempting, enticing – whispering perverted truth

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A moonstruck mortal ventures into the night

Longing for a lustful embrace from the Seductress…

Incognizant of the apparitions that lurk in the shadows

Wolves rejoice a forthcoming feast…

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The Lunar Enchantress hides her sharp fangs…

Beneath the veil of an angelic smile

The poet is drawn to her venomous beauty

Mooning around like a moth attracted to flame

Making his way to eternal damnation

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The moonshine taunts the poet

Kissing, teasing, tormenting him…

Leads him towards the moonlit lake…

A chilly laughter cuts through the silence of the night

Owls mourn the loss of a soul; already forgotten

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Morning dews discover a desolate carcass

His face all crooked in heavenly perverse ecstasy

A ‘love-bite’ on his neck

And a lewd smile beneath his brow

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Sun God Ra fumes with rage

‘Kindles the body with heathen light

Purging the earth of the decadent flesh

Trees, the shameless watchers of this blasphemous interlude,

Conceal the surreptitious sigh of a fallen God.

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Weddings

2009-05-12T08:12:00.001+02:00

AAAH , wedding – the necessary evil. People have mixed feelings towards weddings and they say all sorts of stuff about them. Surely, I’m no expert in the subject, but hey I’ve attended a lot of wedding ceremonies – so it’s safe to say that I’ve some expertise in attending weddings! (Err… not as the bridegroom, of course.)

Weddings used to be fun when I was a kid. Maybe that’s because I wasn’t that cynical back then or didn’t feel miserable all the time. Just roaming around aimlessly, checking out the bride, trying to snatch away some delicacies – ahh, good times, good times. But as I grew up, attending weddings became a mere formality.

Weddings don’t have that ‘epic’ feeling anymore. Back then, weddings were something worth waiting for. We got to meet up with our relatives living in various parts of the country. Living under the same roof, playing silly games, having great foods all around the day – it isn’t the same anymore.

Now, we are so busy with our lives, we hardly ‘celebrate’ weddings. We don’t stay with the relatives. We just visit them on a community center. We go there at around 7.30, give some gifts, have some random chitchat, then dinner at around 9, more chatter and we are back in our homes before 11. Sounds more like a corporate dinner party, than a wedding.

Whenever I hear that I’ve to attend a wedding, I feel sick in my stomach. Sure, the free food is always great, and you get to ogle at some beautiful girls – but that’s it! I mean, I wouldn’t talk with a girl even when she sits beside me in class, regardless of the hotness level, how am I supposed make use of this opportunity?!?!?!?

I feel miserable. I feel envious. Come on, a guy is surely going to get laid before dawn and I can’t even approach a girl! Well, moving on, besides, I have to spend the hours by staring at a wall or trying to eavesdrop on someone else’s ‘interesting’ conversation. What else am I supposed to do? Talk with the aunties about the latest hindi serials? Or play hide and seek with the kids? I am too old to steal the groom’s shoe!

So apart from the free food, I’ve nothing to look forward to on a wedding. I despise weddings – it makes me more miserable than I already am. And don’t get me started on the weddings you just ‘have to’ attend. Cause if you don’t someone will feel hurt! Oh, for crying out loud, who on earth would ‘miss’ me? And who will return all those hours I’ve spent staring at walls, huh?

Maybe I should get paid for attending weddings…

Joy and sorrow

2009-05-11T13:27:00.001+02:00

“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see in truth that you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”

Kahlil Gibran

Truer words. I had many memories mingled with joy and sorrow. Sometimes I feel awful while remembering them… and sometimes, they just put a smile on my face – hey, it could’ve been worse.

INDIA – our loving neighbors

2009-01-18T17:53:00.002+01:00

We love India, not that we have too many options. We are surrounded mostly by Indian soil with the tiny exception of Myanmar at the south east and Bay of Bengal on the south. When you have a behemoth as a neighbor, all you can do is pretend to love him and pray that he returns the favor. If he doesn’t – well, there is not much you can do about it.

Lets venture into the lives of a typical Bangladeshi family. By typical, of course I mean a generalized version, so if you are in anyway offended by it – live with it, there is nothing I can do. They say the truth is always bitter. Anyways, a guy wakes up, goes to the toilet and brushes his teeth with Indian toothpaste. Then he has a breakfast, which is probably prepared in Indian utensils. And there is also a high possibility that the stuff he is eating is some delicacies from an Indian cooking show.

See the little blank space on the right? That’s us!

He heads to the bus station and rides a bus imported from India and heads to his workplace. This is I know for a fact, as many of our buses are of TATA company. He might be unfortunate enough to work under an Indian supervisor. So he kills his time… err… works until lunch and heads to the cafeteria only to have rice with meat, preferably of Indian cow.

In the evening, he may attend some social gathering with his better half where almost everyone is dressed up in Indian influenced clothing (specially the ladies). He returns home late at the evening and watches some cricket match in some Indian sports channel. If he is unlucky he has to watch those crappy Hindi daily soaps with his wife. Then he doses off to sleep murmuring to himself…”Damn, India, they are killing us!”

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Fate

2009-01-11T20:09:00.001+01:00

“Fate is in heaven, the armor is on the breast, success is with the legs. Go to the battlefield firmly confident of victory, and you will come home with no wounds whatever.

Engage in combat fully determined to die and you will be alive; wish to survive in the battle and you will surely meet death. When you leave the house determined not to see it again you will come home safely; when you have any thought of returning you will not return.

You may not be in the wrong to think that the world is always subject to change, but the warrior must not entertain this way of thinking, for his fate is always determined.”

Uesegi Kenshin (1530 – 1578)

Japanese Warlord

Confused? Yeah, me too. First I thought being confident about something counts… then he says expect the exact opposite of what you want!!! Well, I do tend to get the opposites in my life. I wanted a digital camera and ended up with a cell phone. Hmm, next time, I’ll wish for a TV – maybe then I’ll get a PS3?

Diary of a Prisoner

2009-01-11T20:04:00.004+01:00

I lay still in my wretched prison…

Impoverished of the clairvoyant sky, raging sun, seductive moon, visiting birds, roaming clouds, fertile grounds, nubile rivers, ragged mountains……………

Only four walls, four white walls, made with mourning stones

- Were present

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Another day, another eternity, gone…

Lost in the bottomless cavity of the fourth dimension…

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Apathetic to the changes….

Disconnected with the outside….

Am I forgotten by time?

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I tried to shout, but of no avail

I tried to cry, but tears didn’t come.

Do I hate(/love) the walls?

They are all I can rest my tired eyes upon…

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I lay in darkness…

Accompanied only by the perpetual aura of my heart….

I glanced at the broken mirror

My shattered self stared back with malice

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“I know the glass is half empty,

But I want to believe -

The glass is half full…….”

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Fighting inner demons

2009-01-05T15:27:00.001+01:00

“My friend, we are like the valets who lamely polish the knight’s armor and clumsily sharpen his words. And when the knight – that is you – is fighting. What can we do but offer encouraging words? We cannot help you fight those demons in your head; you must fight alone. And when by God’s grace you win, it is because of the strength you have harvested in those lonely moments. And not because of your sharp sword, not because your armor shone.”

- A N Yusuf

No matter what everyone tells you, you are alone. You have to look out for yourself. You, yourself, have to fight the evils inside you. Only you can shape your life.

A good ‘bad day’ continued

2009-01-05T15:14:00.001+01:00

Rest of the day was uneventful. I went to classes, stared blankly at the board, pretended I was interested in whatever was going on – and I was fine. Pretty neat, huh?

It was evening and I was returning home. I was really excited. We had a dinner invitation that night. I don’t usually socialize, but I am not too stupid to pass a free meal in a five star hotel. So, I got home and dressed up, literally.

I was looking great. No, my mom didn’t tell me that. I could clearly see that in the mirror. Besides, girls were checking me out. Of course they were. There was nothing or no one behind me, I checked. I don’t remember girls swooning over a plain wall.

Anyway, a girl caught my eyes. She had dark hair, dark eyes, a cute smile…wait a minute… she looks familiar. Oh my god, that was the girl from my dreams! I couldn’t believe it. Damn, I was in love! I was ogling at her like a love struck pappy for the rest of the evening. But I was too scared to approach her.Then I saw she was talking to my mother. I saw an opening and rushed to my mom. Usually I act like we are not even related!

I put on my brightest smile and approached them. My mom saw me and introduced us. “Hey, meet your aunt”, she said gleefully. AUNT? What the……? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

That was it. I lost my appetite……ate like a little boy who never had used spoon and fork. Why God…why? My dream girl had to be my aunt! Yes, she is younger than me… and we are distant relatives… but how on earth I was going to tell her? What a waste of love at first sight.

I returned home only to find that cable was out… so I couldn’t watch TV. I decided to hit the sacks. I almost fell asleep than I remembered, I had a quiz the next day. So I got up and hit the books instead. But as my luck would have it, just then load-shedding.

It turned out to be a good ‘bad day’ – hey, at least I wasn’t run over by a bus or something.

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to a person or a place is purely intentional. I can’t make everything up, you know.

A good ‘bad day’

2009-01-01T20:04:00.002+01:00

It was a beautiful winter morning. But I was in no mood to enjoy the lukewarm winter sun. I wanted to go back to sleep. I was dreaming that I saved a charming princess from the evil villain and she was about to give me a kiss…. just then the alarm went off.

I groaned, switched off the alarm and got up. I had a class on 10.30, it was already 8.00. I gave out a long sigh and started exercising. My head was still blank and I was vaguely trying to remember that princess……umm……she had dark hair, black eyes and a very cute smile……OUCH! My muscles just went haywire. “Great,” I thought. “What a day it is going to be.”

It was 10 o’ clock, and I was on my way to college. I was even more crankier than before. Well, I’m always cranky anyway. I had missed my regular bus, thanks to the injury.I caught another bus eventually. But as my luck would have it, there wasn’t a single empty seat.

Luckily I was able to reach varsity just in time. I limped away to the chemistry lab and took a back seat. I had no intention of becoming the teacher’s favorite pupil – I hate chemistry.

The class was beyond boring. It was the first class of the semester and our beloved professor was discussing how chemistry lab is similar to a kitchen. I was trying earnestly not to fell asleep. I was up until 4 last night chatting with internet buddies, and the boring lecture wasn’t helping.

“You sir!” I was awaken from my slumber rudely. “Too much partying last night, eh?” remarked the professor. I gave out a sheepish smile, cause I had nothing to say. Then he made some joke about the younger generation and how we are going straight to hell with all our cell phones, iPods and snobbish attitude. I just made the worst impression I imagined.

I somehow survived that day. I didn’t injure myself or burned down the lab. But I did succeed to make a fool of myself while washing the equipments. I sighed at the sight of my friends chatting with the girls. No girlfriends for another semester.

Continued

Power

2008-12-29T06:00:00.002+01:00

“No one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. Power is not a means, it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship…”

- George Orwell (1984)

Happy elections!

Have fun in choosing the lesser evil of the bunch!

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