Unforgiven

That would be you.

... though I didn't say anything, but that didn't mean I forgave you. It's not that easy. And I tried to shake the whole business off my mind, tried to keep myself busy in other matters (and if you only could know what I did), overslept, overdrank, overlaughed, but nope dear, I couldn't and I shan't FORGIVE you.

And I will watch you suffer, just the way you did. I will, and I will devote my whole freaking life to do that, if it ever becomes necessary. Himu never quits.

No title

Just a simple statement, the gypsy kids who went to school in a gipsy colony in Dhaka, wants to become teachers when they grow up. It made me cry.

I've seen thousand and thousands of poor kids around Bangladesh. I simply adore these children, though I don't express it very often, I love their curious eyes, their pure drooling smiles, their worm-infested bellies ... and what have I done for these angels? Truth to be said, nothing. Perhaps I buy candies from some of them when I get stuck in a jam, and whoa there, nothing more.

And now these kids want to become teacher when they grow up ... for the love of God, when did I ever want to become a teacher? Never! And these kids do, because they received something from their teachers they want to convey to the rest of their communities? And what the bloody heck have I ever wanted to convey to my community?

And I am not ashamed to admit that these little kids make me feel so worthless. I kneel on the ground before them and apologize.

Meine neue Flamme ...

... und der Titel sagt alles.

Looney Limericks 0003

I poured some vodka, squeezed some juicy lemons
and drank like as if retinued by the demons

the morning saw me naked
and my stomach really ached

I just don't know now where to put blame-ons.


P.S. well, true spirit of a birthday was celebrated, at least!

What's in a Birthday?

Just a day ... you've been born years ago. Why bother?

Does it make any difference? Years after years, tuesdays after thursdays, rainy days after sunny days and the other way round ... a birthday is just another day Himu, just another day. You'll meet the same people, under the same sky, on the same way around you ... it's just another day.

*uck the phone calls, shove the phoney smiles up their asses ... and go on boozing. Happy birthday Himu, live happy!

Je manque mes cheveux :(

Yeah, just that :(((.

Me and Marquez 0001

Sometimes I find myself just like that dictator in The Autumn of the Patriarch ... none could recognize him when he lay down facing the earth, not only because the vultures nibbled his face away, but none actually ever came to know him.

My baby shot me down :(

I easily get carried away, but unfortunatly (or is it fortunate?) not very far. For past few days, this awesome piece by Nancy Sinatra is ringing in my brain.


I was five and he was six
we rode on horses made of sticks
he wore black and i wore white
he would always win the fight
bang, bang
he shot me down bang, bang
i hit the ground ... bang, bang
that awful sound,
bang bang,
my baby shot me down.

seasons came and changed the time,
when i grew up i called him mine
he would always laugh and say
remember when we used to play ... bang bang
i shot you down bang bang
you hit the ground bang bang
that awful sound ... bang bang ...
i used to shoot you down

music played and people sang
just for me the church bells rang ... ...

now he's gone i don't know why
and to this day sometimes i cry
he didn't even say goodbye
he didn't take the time ... to lie!
bang, bang
he shot me down, bang bang
i hit the ground bang, bang ...
that awful sound, bang bang ...
my baby shot me down.


It speaks out my mind, if I replace "he" with she ... my baby shot me down, BANG BANG ...

Well, I should get up from the ground.

Hmmph!

I confess. I AM a netfreak.

For past 3 days, I couldn't log in from my home pc ... THREE days! Can you believe, my fellow freaks, that my home pc couldn't be connected to the net for 72 hours? It's true, it's so damn true!

But why would it matter, I could log in from my office pc, till 1700 hours? Why bother the home pc then?

Well, the thing is, I've sacrificed my evening to internet. I chat a lot, listen to online music a lot, browse a lot, and even if I don't do anything, I just want to see my pc connected to this darned network. And I simply go nuts if I can't do that for even 1 hour. 72 is quite a multiplying factor to augment my agony :(.

Anyway, back again, mi palomita! Ahoy webworld, here I come!

Looney Limericks: 0002

The girl next door had such a wonderful cat!
I decided, to use it to start up a chat.


I went to her and said like a wussy,
"Mademoiselle, you've got a nice pussy."


Her boyfriend worked for RAB*, and I didn't know that :(.


*Special Commando police of Bangladesh.

Looney Limericks: 0001

Once I loved a girl named Diana

she looked so fine, but laughed like a Hyena

when I was 'bout to go and propose

she stumbled and broke her nose

and my oh my, she left me and went to China!

[Hey, you pesky little blogloving netfreak! Yeah, I'm talking to you! These Limericks are protected by the copyright act of ... some past year! But you can use them ... no probs :)]

Après Longtemps

Oui, je m'ai perdu depuis semaine dernière. Non, rien special s'est passé. Mais il y a quelque temps quand on veut se perdre, et comme je tousjours dis, je ne suis pas un exception. Je me préparais pour le chagrin d'année. Ju sais, et je suis certain, qu'il va se passer.

Je t'attends, tu sais ça?

Bloggapon

This time an advertisement ... but ain't sure if it reaches anyone.

Need a "Partnerin" to learn Latin dance [preferably salsa]. Classes will be on friday afternoon, till 1700 hours. "Interessentin" should be well below 55 kgs and avoid pencil heeled shoes. Avoiding fooling around is assured.

Thank you.

August with its august presence

August is my favourite one out of twelve ... not because I was born in this month (that is no good reason to be fond of a month). It has something so comforting.

Let me try to explain. I know the weather might seem a bit awkward to you ... it rains a lot, it's hot and humid, you sweat a lot, the whole country gets under the swollen water, etcetera ... but it's the same august with its rare clouded sun, its sudden gipsy winds, its singing rains. It's the month I listen to the beats of raindrops in my balcony, I bathe in the rains, I stretch myself across the winds. August is my playmate.

Not many of my friends were born in august ... but the best ones. That's another good thing about August ... you can get down to dine and to feast and to kick up dusts ... august rocks :)!

25th is my day ... at least it should be. I met only one person so far who shares my birthday (another I never met, Taslima Nasreen), in München, a romanian belle, Franziska Szoke. And yes, people born on the same day shares some of their ideosyncracies too. I'm looking forward to meeting others to check out that thing.

Anyway, this august had a good start ... I had a wonderful long drive up and down the great Bangbandhu Setu, got a plan to hike up to Chandranth this friday ... and who knows what good surprise awaits me? Ich drucke meine Daumen darauf ;).