whatever

well, that's what life is i guess. pointless, meaningless existence, drowning in your own mediocrity, in a world full of fake people pretending they are something special. no one wants to be mediocre, so you got to fake yourself, fake your life, fake your existence until you become so fake that people consider you worth talking to. congrats, cause now you have become an embodiment of fakeness, part of this magical fake world. where everything else is kitsch. fakeness is the originality. the only originality that counts.

another day wasted, but no regrets!

bz day! woke up and came to office only to find i can't concentrate a bit. so, was just browsing the net when i came across this little poem,

I walked up the door,
shut the stairs,
said my shoes,
took off my prayers,
turned off my bed,
got into the light,
all because
you kissed me goodnight.

cute! but soon found out it was plagiarized...the original piece was written by one bruce lansky -

Scrambled

I climbed up the door and
I opened the stairs.
I said my pajamas
and buttoned my prayers.

I turned off the covers
and pulled up the light.
I’m all scrambled up since
she kissed me last night.

and this poem reminded me of a story by peter bichsel, translated to bangla by suman rahman. i read it in sachalayatan, and searched for it in their archive...but as i'm not sure when he published that, i couldn't find it and gave up after spending 3 or 4 hours of searching. it was a beautiful short story and i surely want to read it again. though i can't find it. and i donno how to find it either.

we, the 3d team are going to watch miami vice tonight. i didn't watch it before but it probably is a shitty movie anyways. cineplex never brings any movie that's worth seeing.

movie updates tomorrow, stay tuned (who am i addressing this to!)!

(wow! i finally managed a glass-half-full tone, congratulations myself!)

b.o.r.i.n.g.

everyday i think, i should write something today, but when i open the editing panel...all my words get jumbled up. well, this is just like me, isn't it? i can't even talk to people...the people around me know me as an unsocial being, whose vocabulary is limited to the uttering of three or four words, 'hi', 'no, thanks' and 'bye'! anyways, i guess that's what i am, and in this middle (!) age, there's no use changing my ways.

oh, there's one hot news...sachalayatan seems to be blocked in bangladesh. it is hard to imagine, as no websites were banned or blocked from bangladesh before. i donno what the govt. is thinking, being mysteriously silent about the incident, and not realizing it's effect on the image of bangladesh in the outside world. i think the reason is some stupid plot that was going on in a post in the site to kill the jamati leaders in bangladesh by hiring professional killers. but, anybody with brains can understand it's just a stupid outrageous comment, it can't be done in real, right? well, you can expect anything to happen in this country, i guess. sachalayatan, as usual, are playing all 'hush hush' about it, they are only praising people who are writing about them in the mainstream media, i.e. newpapers, web-organizations..pretty funny. there are some people in other blogs who tried to help, but the people belonging to sachalyatan were quite rude to them. i think that's what happens when you become a member of a closed group. they don't trust anybody other than their members, and sometimes, it seems they don't even trust their own members even. anyways, it's pretty outrageous that the govt. should block a site. i hope it's a technical glitch only.

anyways, i hope nobody from sachalayatan reads this, they are all so tensed up about their blockage, anybody who writes about it gets attacked! some guy in e-bangladesh wrote something on the topic, and someone from japan ran a script to mess the site up and succeeded! e-bangladesh too, is down for the last couple of days. lol...the world is full of super sensitive people!

i've never posted any pictures in this blog, so i'm thinking of starting a picture blog. putting up pictures will be fun i think, it doesn't require any word!

rainy day wonderings

this week is a waste. didn't work a bit, can't concentrate. and tomorrow i have to deliver the file. feeling like running away somewhere. world is too complicated. cool, now i sound like a 16 years old emotional wreck.

a lot has happened in the meantime, i mean after my last post. that tour to cox's bazar was canceled and we went to rajshahi...that was one hell of a tour...nothing to talk about, but spending time with tuhi and sharmee is always good, if the three of us can match our free times, that is. but i'm still hopeful about the cox's bazar trip...may be we'll go sometime this month.

i also went to srimangal with vashkar's shooting team, and tazeen went with me. we two were there for the weekend. but lauachhora was a big disappointment, i heard so many oohs and aahs from people coming back from there, i think i was expecting something spectacular, or may be it's just because this kind of beauty is not simply of my taste. i donno. but i liked the tea gardens. they have some kind of solemn serenity, the dark green bushes standing still against the backdrop of ash gray clouds... lets stop this here or i'll end up writing a poem!

i started reading the glass palace, and i have a new place in my wishlist for visiting. i have to go to rangoon and mandalay. i just have to. and i have to go to kolkata, kashmir, bhutan, tibet, jaysalmir, sumatra, java, alaska, iceland, antarctica, mars, pluto...well, shouldn't try naming all the places, the list will never end. and i think not one of them will get crossed out from the list either. oh nononono, no frustrations...i'm all positive now...though i see everything around me falling apart...relationships, friendships, marriageships, loveships, and all those bullships, i mean, bullshits...but i'll be positive...life is but a half-empty glass...and you are only but to see the half-filled part.