"Something for them.."

I always want to give this world something back. As I'm in MED it is quite possible for me to do that. But always think some other way to do it. Some unique idea is a bit hard to find out. But I'm doing some brainstorm.. Lets see what comes out.

This is the picture i captured from Mohammadpur. She is a "Window-shopper"...

Lonely

Lonely..

Nop, I'm not talking about any Akon's song.
I actually feel like this way. The Ramadan started and like last 5 years i had to break my fast alone in this little room of mine. Yellow light, comfortable chair, delicious food and a unsatisfied soul. For many reasons..

"A speed bump of my life.."

Speed bumps, make you aware of the road you're walking. In my life, there are a thousands of these. With or without my choice I had to face them. I took them as bookmarks. Something to remember the things of my life. You should know I'm really bad to remember things. Even with these bumps I still forget the distant memories. Happiness, depression, betrayal, love all are hidden within these. But they all have the same sign.

Like the rusty,old photographs hidden inside a little box of a child, they are in my soul. They are the speed bumps of my life..

"No scream for ice cream??? "

I caught her in the DU area a few days back. Amn awesomely cute child having fun with ice cream. I just wanted to take her picture and she was so spontaneous.. Good lord..

Nostalgia. After opening my eyes and getting a little hold of the things in this world the BP machine and the good old stethoscope were my playmate. But now those days are over and its not for playing any more..

Gosh.. I miss those days.

Meet

Today i had a meet in Boomers.. with Zeba api and others.. This is Zeba api's little son Arshan.. We had soo much fun..

Darkness..

I love darkness.. And all of my life I'm searching for the absolute darkness. But i still didn't find that.. .. so I'M HAPPY WITH WHAT I HAVE..

Little snacks that fill me up in the evening... Mixture of everything.. Two piece of delicious vanilla flavored cake.. Made by my little sister Tarin, With some fish balls or whatever it is (yes it is also delicious) and a big fat cup of tea.. Sounds not that much but in the scale of pure pleasure it is out of the chart.. =P

Courtesy of my little blue bird..

Today she came here. In Syamoli.. She called me and asked me just to come down..

I just came home from MED and still a bit pissed off with the aftermath (yes it was like SIDR or Katrina or any other kaif/cyclone you can say) of yesterday. And today in the MED it was almost like a dead zone because we all are feeling really awful about last night. And not only that..Somehow the news licked out ( and we all know who was the culprit to do that) and the other students were also doing really funny things.. Like just staring at us. May be because we were acting as usual with Xitu. Lets not talk about that..

When i came down.. I saw that little blue bird holding something for me.. And I was like.. "Holy lord of Heavens.. Its Diya.. with Pringles in her hand. and it is for me". I walked to her like I'm hypnotized and she gave me the sweetest present.. Ohh diya.. what can i say to you.. Just for now.. Thanks a lot..(I started eating that instantly.. and now i realized that i do not have a decent courtesy..) I was feeling soo stupid and messed up..

She was looking like a little blue bird.. With the first sunshine starts singing.. She is my sunshine.. and all my sadness just faded away..

Lucky seven

We are seven..Or i have to say we were seven.

Time changes everything.. and now this kind of talking is very frequently in my blog. So i think it's getting pretty boring. But i don't have a choice. Its my "one shot blog" and i have to write what i feel everyday..

Today we all have a big fight with Xitu.. No no no.. the fight was not nearly anything physical. Its just some hard talking.. For like 4 hours.. About the.. No i should not talk this thing here.. because these is not only related with myself but also other 6 lives are involved too... But the thing i can say that the whole point of arguing was totally a stupid. Because Xitu will not respond by any kind of way..

I know this time my writing is like "what a bull crap it is..This dude do not have a clue what's he talking about.." May be it is this way.. Because i told you already I DO NOT WANT TO TALK about this.. ( and i really donno why I'm saying this here.. )

We are still seven. But donno how long.. I hope everything will be just as it was in the future..

Yes yes yes.. They are back.. My precious speakers. And I'm soo happy. It was 3 hell of a days and today i brought them back from BCS computer city. And they are like all new. Installed them and the first song i listened was "Here with out you" from 3 Doors Down..

"Everything I know,
and anywhere I go
it gets hard but it won’t take away my love
And when the last one falls,
when it’s all said and done
it get hard but it won’t take away my love"

It was the first program we organized in our MED in 2006. I can not remember the exact month or date. Actually I'm very good at remembering things.. There i performed a song from "Yaatri" called "Nupur".. ( thats a long story itself and lets save it for another day). After the program we jammed on the rooftop till the late night. And Thasin asked me to sing this song for her. But I couldn't because i did not know the chord progression then. After that i got the song right and long after that day i sang it to her. (and it was pretty terrible).

I really miss those days. When there were no grouping or stuffs like jealousy with in the students. Three years gone and a lot changed. And now when i walk on the ally of the canteen,i remember those days. The golden days they call them. Everyone's still here but they are busy all the time.. Or just pretending to be busy. Who know? But I'm happy.. because they are back.. And the sounds are too..

Sound..
Do you ever imagine living without it? I don't know about other people but lets talk about this..

Just last night both of my speakers went dead and left me in a soundless creepy world . It is a strange feeling because in my place the songs never stop. Around the day 24/7 (except when i sleep) the stereo is always on. Sometimes i want some smooth instrumental humming in the corner of my room before going to sleep.. And it goes over and over again all night long..Now I'm living with this darn Headphone. Though it can not match the surround sound effect it's serving me pretty well.

But the thing that stuck in my head is about the senses. What if someone is deft? He or she never have the pleasure to listen to the music. How boring then life can be?

that person is deft from the birth then i think it's not that bad comparing a person gone deft later. Because in the case of first person he doesn't know anything about sound and acclimatised himself with it from the beginning. But what happen if someone goes blank in the ear in his 30's or 40's..Life will be pretty much hard i think.. With out any song, with out the voice of this little daughter.. of with out the loving words from his....you know who...

I'm getting my speakers back tomorrow. And will be back on track again. Living with the music and making the life of our neighbors like hell again.. Till then

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky...

In the way of life some time some where u find something.. And if its a song u will sing it for the rest of the days in the earth, If its someone special u will love that person with ur life.if it is a mistake u will have the scar till the end.. And if it is an answer u will find ur self in it. But how will u know that is the one.. The one song, the one person, the one moment of ur life..?? I have no answer...Long ago i tried to find this answer of this question. And i tried and i tried.. One day i gave up. I do not quit. But i realize some thing. U don't have to find it. It will come to u.. So I'm still waiting..

Its one of my favorite songs "northern sky" by nick drake. I never get tried of it. I just donno why.. May be some how it resembles my life...

It's been a long time that I'm waiting
Been a long time that I'm blown
been a long time that I've wandered
Through the people I have known
Oh, if you would and you could
Straighten my new mind's eye...


Never the less.. Its just me and my life....