"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one"

Welcome to the world of a dreamer...a person who is heavily influenced by music, a person who loves looking at things with a simplistic outlook. I am a big fan of The Beatles.

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I am a dreamer, procrastinator, last-minute worker. Music is my passion--I am an obsessive music collector. Often I collect gigabytes of music only with the hope to listen to'em "someday". I like writing, reading, and I also cherish to learn to play the guitar someday...

Friday, April 29, 2005

Beatlemania!

The draft was written on Thursday, 28th April. Let me conclude the story:
Today I went to the computer market at Agargaon, IDB building. It was a quick decision. In the morning I felt the need for a portable Mp3 player, and by 5 PM, I had browsed through all the Zen's, Muvo's and Nomad's. I got outta office early, and went there with Tawfiq bhai. After a lot of dilly dallying, I decided to buy the 256 MB Muvo TX..which'd cost me a big fortune. Some 10k bucks...no joke :s...but I must say, the temptation was too big to resist. I just got paid 2 days back, and I was all full of spirit. But then God decided to intervene.

I was told that the 256 MB thing would have alcaline bettery inside, which can be charged via USB port. But that was not the scenario. The thing needed to be ran by 1 AAA battery, and that mechanism will never give me a hassle free experience. Using regular batteries would be too costly, and I would have to go to Stadium Market for buying rechargeable batteries and a charger. Even if I did go to the stadium, the pain will sustain--in the form of overnight recharging and stuff. So....I didn't buy it.

I just saved 10 grands....yahooo! Allah Ja Kore, Bhalor Jonnei Korey :D

But my journey did not go in vain. There's this large DVD/CD shop in IDB, called Ryan's. I found:

Let It Be ....Naked
Back In The U.S.
Here Comes The Sun: A Tribute to The Beatles
The Beatles "Let It Be" (DVD)
So the journey wasn't bad, was it? The third item, the tribute album, is a marvel. I couldn't find any info on that album in amazon.com. From what's written on the CD cover, I came to know that three guitarists played the beatles songs, as instrumentals, using various styles and instruments. Those who know me personally knows how crazy I am about Beatles. I literally jumped up, when I found the Back in the U.S. DVD, featuring Paul McCartney, and I wasn't less happy when I found the tribute album. I came back home, and I loved the things I bought.
On the next morning, "All My Loving" being performed by Paul McCartney (with footages of the Beatles's US tour in the 60s being shown on the widescreen) brought tears in my eyes. That was totally unexpected, and I had to use Alt+F4 in order to "not cry". Since then, I used the nick "I am Fab-ulously addicted" for 3 straight days; at MSN.
The Beatles was also called the "Fab 4" or the fabulous four. And yeah, Beatles is not Beetles, and hence they have no connection with the insects. Period.
I can write about the Beatles, forever. But I'll listen to them instead :)
Adios

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Shei Dinguli

Onekdin Banglay kichu likhi na. Ajke Bangla likhte icche korche. Ami kichu jinish niye khub gorbo korte pochondo kori, jar moddhe ekti hocche amar "ek kaler ordho peshadari lekhok" porichoy. 1999-2001, ei tin bochor ami motamuti niyomito bhabe likhe giyechi duiti potrikar jonno. Ekti hocche "Anonnya Computer Times", ebong arekti hocche amader oneker ee prio "Shaptahik 2000".

Ki niye likhtam? Muloto computer ebong console game niye likhtam, ebong majhe majhe software porjalochona ebong kokhono kokhono notun kono projukti kingba computer shongkranto ponno niye likhtam. Amar prothom prokashito probondho chilo G4 Cube niye, jotodur mone pore. Obossho shei prothom borsho prothom shongkha (computer times) ey amar aro duiti lekha chilo, ebong aschorjojonok holeo shotto(!), gaming er upor kono lekha chilo na sekhane.

Jai hoke, kichudin por pot-poribortoner kollane ami c.times er gaming bibhager shompadonar dayitto peye jai. Besh shundor korei bibhag ta chalatam. Ekshomoy gaming bibhagtai (jar naam chilo "gamer's world") hoye daray c.times er shobcheye jonoprioyo ebong bishoy boichitre bhoropur bibhag. Ahh...kotoi na bhalo chilo sheshob dinguli!

Ekhon amar Feedback er "Shei din guli" gaanta gaite iccha kortese. Gaite to parbo na, ontoto shona to jaay. Khub shundor ekta gaan. Bhabchi upload kore rakhbo ki na. Ekhon amar nijer ekta server ache..Tawfiq bhaike dhonnobaad :D

Jai hoke...fire ashi proshonge. Accha amar lekha ki ingreji theke Bangla onubader moto shunacche? Ei bepartake ami shobcheye bhoy pai. Chotokal theke onubaad ebong onubadokder durobostha dekhe obbhontorin oshruborshon chara kichui korte parini. Ekmatro Sheba prokashonir lekhok derkei dekhlam bhalo kichu onubad korte.

"Bounty te bidroho"
"A tale of two cities"
"Solomoner guptodhon"
"Kidnapped"
"Men against the sea"

Ei boigula etto oshadharon! Shei 8-9 bochor boyoshe eishob kalojoyi uponnash porar shujog kore dewar jonno ami Kazi Anwar Hossain ebong Sheba Prokashonir kache chirokritoggo. Men Against the Sea boita porar shomoy captain ebong taar doler onnoder prottekta koshto ami nije onubhob korchilam, ja chilo ekto obhutopurbo obhiggota.

C.times ey likhte likhte ekshomoy Shaptahik 2000 ey lekhar offer pelam. Okhane likhe onek moja peyechi. Amar khudro lekhok jiboner beshirbhaag bhalo bhalo lekha Shaptahik 2000 ei lekha. Ekhono khujle amar hard disk ey shei lekha gulor soft copy khuje pawa jabe. Bhabchi kono ekshomoy pdf baniye kothao post kore debo. Alshemi...jibonta koyla hoye gelo alshemi tey.

Ashole ki koyla hoyeche? "jore hashiya uthilo"...lol er Bangla aar ki....hehe...koyla hoyeche ki na jani na, kintu eituku jani jey ami arektu kom alshe holey onek kichu kore felte partam.

Aaj aro likhte icche korche, kintu Banglay likhbo ki na bhabchi. Amake Shukrobare amar ek bondhu jiggasha korlo "Alam Boyati" lokta ki asholei boyati? Shey amar mobile er contact list ey ei naamta abishkar korechilo. Takey tokhon bujhiye bollam jey ei bhodrolok hocchen "Mon amar deho ghori" kheto Abdur Rahman Boyati'r chele.

Bhabchi amar blog khanake arektu shundor korbo ki na. Farhan upodesh dilo blog er jonno template baniye nite. Buddhi bhalo, kintu protibondhoka ek ee--alshemi. Ei alshemi ee amake dubabe. Gotokalke ami ekta jinish abishkar korlam...1979-81 generation tar moddhe kichu ekta jhamela ache. Eder chinta dharar sathe onnoder mile na...era prayoshoi ekaki...orthat chelebondu/meyebondhu bihin. Eder sathe poribarer bone na...choto bhai bonera onnorokom, baba ma obujh. Shadhinotar upor sorbokkhon hostokkhek choltei thake. Khub ee poritaper bishoy, ebong chintar o bote.

Ei bishoyer upor punoray alokpat korar iccha roilo. Hehe amar ek bondhu Rahat taar AG blog ey Bangla bebohar korey, ebong taar shesh line guloke shobshomoy natokio korar chesta korey. Kintu ami aar she chesta korlam na.

Natok thakok natoker jaaygay, ami onno kichute besto kori nijeke.

E muhurter gaan (live journal er nokol koror bertho proyash): Krishna-Habib featuring Kaya.



Monday, April 18, 2005

No Reply

Jack was standing in front of a shiny BMW car. It's a black car, and the glass was also black. The raindrops falling on the windshield was looking awesome.

"Damn, the wiper dude'll have a tough time wiping off the raindrops tonight".
"Hmm...can I even call the wiper a dude? Dunno..could be yes"

Okay, enough of self talking, thought Jack. He remembered, there used to be a proverb in English, that'd say raining cats and dogs. But modern English has progressed, and cats and dogs got substituted by Torrents. Does it have any resemblance with bittorrents? Who knows? Who cares? Don't be afraid of the elements, said the commercial. But once his faithful M65 got exposed to water, and the cell phone hanged. It's kinda irritating. As if Bill Gates wasn't enough, with the damned blue screen error. The blue screen error goes away with Windows XP, and now comes hang-incidents in cellphones! A deep breath escaped himself. The sigh was a tribute to a longtime, retired friend--the 3310 that is now resting in peace, safely deposited inside the confines of the last drawer of the cabinet.

"It served me well. In sleep, I slapped it off the bed. It fell down with a bomb-dropping noise, and yet it was working. It was faithful in waking me up, with the repeat alarms. The vibrator never failed--5 years have passed, and it's still as good as a new handset.
But.......

"I was in a group gossip, and suddenly the blunt and ancient monophonic tone came out from my pocket. Joe was just in the middle of a good joke..people were just preparing for the "laughing" part..and then rang the phone. Suddenly I became the killjoy of the group. People started giving me weird looks".

The same thing got repeated again, in another occasion, and Jack got the new phone. Not being afraid of elements, Jack brought out his cell, and pressed the first few digits of the number that he has been dialling for the last 5 years. The first number he called was this same number. He thought "Hey, both of us are loyal customers. We are using the same number for 5 years. At least we got something in common". He pulled off this joke successfully, in multiple occasions. The thought brought smile in his face, perhaps for the first time in the whole evening.

3 hours, he thought. Standing in the rain, getting wet, and trying to reach that particular number. All in vain. He called the home number, and got the reply "She's not home, call later". He tried to reach the cell again, but heard the boring t-mobile voice.."Sorry, blah blah blah can't take your call now. After the tone, kindly leave a message or you can just hang up".

"Bitch...I know I can hang up"

Robert Bruce and the Spider Web story was no longer inspiring. He was drenched, from top to bottom. The cell was still in the warranty period, but he wondered whether he'll get a replacement/free servicing if they get to know that he deliberately let it get wet.

A car screeched by. A speeding Jag. There was a momentary vision blurring, due to the bright headlight. After the car got away, Jack found himself wet to another extent. The driver was kind enough to speed over a puddle of water, and the water was dynamic enough to jump up and attack him.

"Damn, I'm going home. Let Susanne and that BMW dude rot in hell"
"More water pouring down, or more water running down the drains?
More water pouring down, or more water getting lost in the form of tears?
More cats and dogs, or sorrow?"

He saw him get in, but he never saw him come out, and the cell was turned off. Maybe, forever? "5 years is a long time, and its about time I change my number, too."


This story is a tribute to the famous Beatles song, "No Reply". And as dheki shorge geleo dhan bhane, my story also has a lot of mobile stuff in it! Pardon me sire :D"

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Tribute to George S. Patton


"No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country."

"An army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of bullshit."

"Prisoner of War guard companies, or an equivalent organization, should be as far forward as possible in action to take over prisoners of war, because troops heated with battle are not safe custodians. Any attempt to rob or loot prisoners of war by escorts must be dealt strictly with."

“It is absurd to believe that soldiers who cannot be made to wear the proper uniform can be induced to move forward in battle. Officers who fail to perform their duty by correcting small violations and in enforcing proper conduct are incapable of leading.”
“You cannot be disciplined in great things and indiscipline in small things. Brave undisciplined men have no chance against the discipline and valour of other men. Have you ever seen a few policemen handle a crowd?”"War is an art and as such is not susceptible of explanation by fixed formula"
"If a man does his best, what else is there?"
"If everyone is thinking alike, someone isn't thinking."
"Infantry must move forward to close with the enemy. It must shoot in order to move…. To halt under fire is folly. To halt under fire and not fire back is suicide. Officers must set the example"
"Few men are killed by the bayonet, many are scared by it. Bayonets should be fixed when the fire fight starts"

"All men are timid on entering any fight. Whether it is the first or the last fight, all of us are timid. Cowards are those who let their timidity get the better of their manhood."
"Accept the challenges so that you can feel the exhilaration of victory."
"Success is how high you bounce when you hit bottom."
"Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way. "
"Courage is fear holding on a minute longer. "
"Pressure makes diamonds."
"May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't."
"If you can't get them to salute when they should salute and wear the clothes you tell them to wear, how are you going to get them to die for their country? "

"Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity. "

"Watch what people are cynical about, and one can often discover what they lack."

"Do your damnedest in an ostentatious manner all the time."

"Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men."

"I am a soldier, I fight where I am told, and I win where I fight. "

"We want to get the hell over there. The quicker we clean up this Goddamned mess, the quicker we can take a little jaunt against the purple pissing Japs and clean out their nest, too. Before the Goddamned Marines get all of the credit."
"Sure, we want to go home. We want this war over with. The quickest way to get it over with is to go get the bastards who started it. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we can go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. And when we get to Berlin, I am personally going to shoot that paper hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler. Just like I'd shoot a snake!"

"Make your plans to fit the circumstances."

"Moral courage is the most valuable and usually the most absent characteristic in men."

"Take calculated risks."

"There's a great deal of talk about loyalty from the bottom to the top. Loyalty from the top down is even more necessary and is much less prevalent. One of the most frequently noted characteristics of great men who have remained great is loyalty to their subordinates."

"You're never beaten until you admit it."

"It is only by doing things others have not that one can advance."

"A pint of sweat will save a gallon of blood."

"All glory is fleeting."

"A leader is a man who can adapt principles to circumstances."

"Success demands a high level of logistical and organizational competence."

"Perpetual peace is a futile dream."

"It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived."

"The test of success is not what you do when your on top. Success is how high you bounce when you hit bottom."

"If I win I can't be stopped! If I lose I shall be dead."

"Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity."

"Audacity, audacity, always audacity.""Magnificent! Compared to war all other forms of human endeavor shrink to insignificance. Gold help me, I do love it so!"

"A good plan executed today is better than a perfect plan executed at some indefinite point in the future."
"There is only one tactical principle which is not subject to change. It is to use the means at hand to inflict the maximum amount of wound, death, and destruction on the enemy in the minimum amount of time."

"Go forward until the last round is fired and the last drop of gas is expended...then go forward on foot!"

"It is the unconquerable nature of man and not the nature of the weapon he uses that ensures victory."

"Fixed fortifications are monuments to the stupidity of man."

"If you are going to win any battle, you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do... the body is never tired if the mind is not tired."

"Just drive down that road, until you get blown up"

"You must do your damdest and win."

BIOGRAPHY OF GENERAL GEORGE S. PATTON, JR.
One of the most complicated military men of all time, General George Smith Patton, Jr. was born November 11, 1885 in San Gabriel, California. He was known for carrying pistols with ivory handles and his intemperate manner, and is regarded as one of the most successful United States field commanders of any war. He continually strove to train his troops to the highest standard of excellence.
Patton decided during childhood that his goal in life was to become a hero. His ancestors had fought in the Revolutionary War, the Mexican War and the Civil War, and he grew up listening to stories of their brave and successful endeavors. He attended the Virginia Military Institute for one year and went on to graduate from the United States Military Academy at West Point on June 11, 1909. He was then commissioned a Second Lieutenant in the 15th cavalry Regiment.
Patton married Beatrice Ayer, whom he dated while at West Point, on May 26, 1910. In 1912 he represented the United States at the Stockholm Olympics in the first Modern Pentathlon.
Originally open only to military officers, it was considered a rigorous test of the skills a soldier should possess. Twenty-six year old Patton did remarkably well in the multi-event sport, consisting of pistol shooting from 25 meters, sword fencing, a 300 meter free style swim, 800 meters horse back riding and a 4-kilometer cross country run. He placed fifth overall, despite a disappointing development in the shooting portion. While most chose .22 revolvers, Patton felt the event's military roots garnered a more appropriate weapon, the .38. During the competition Patton was docked for missing the target, though he contended the lost bullet had simply passed through a large opening created by previous rounds from the .38, which left considerably larger holes.
After the Olympics, Patton kept busy taking lessons at the French cavalry School and studying French sword drills. In the summer of 1913, Patton received orders to report to the commandant of the Mounted Service School in Fort Riley, Kansas, where he became the school's first Master of the Sword. He designed and taught a course in swordsmanship while he was a student at the school.
Patton's first real exposure to battle occurred when he served as a member of legendary General John J. Pershing's staff during the expedition to Mexico. In 1915, Patton was sent to Fort Bliss along the Mexican border where he led routine cavalry patrols. A year later, he accompanied Pershing as an aide on his expedition against Francisco "Pancho" Villa into Mexico. Patton gained recognition from the press for his attacks on several of Villa's men.
Impressed by Patton's determination, Pershing promoted him to Captain and asked him to command his Headquarters Troop upon their return from Mexico. With the onset of World War I in 1914, tanks were not being widely used. In 1917, however, Patton became the first member of the newly established United States Tank Corps, where he served until the Corps were abolished in 1920. He took full command of the Corps, directing ideas, procedures and even the design of their uniforms. Along with the British tankers, he and his men achieved victory at Cambrai, France, during the world's first major tank battle in 1917.
Using his first-hand knowledge of tanks, Patton organized the American tank school in Bourg, France and trained the first 500 American tankers. He had 345 tanks by the time he took the brigade into the Meuse-Argonne Operation in September 1918. When they entered into battle, Patton had worked out a plan where he could be in the front lines maintaining communications with his rear command post by means of pigeons and a group of runners. Patton continually exposed himself to gunfire and was shot once in the leg while he was directing the tanks. His actions during that battle earned him the Distinguished Service Cross for Heroism, one of the many medals he would collect during his lifetime.
An outspoken advocate for tanks, Patton saw them as the future of modern combat. Congress, however, was not willing to appropriate funds to build a large armored force. Even so, Patton studied, wrote extensively and carried out experiments to improve radio communications between tanks. He also helped invent the co-axial tank mount for cannons and machine guns.
After WWI, Patton held a variety of staff jobs in Hawaii and Washington, D.C. He graduated from the Command and General Staff School in 1924, and completed his military schooling as a distinguished graduate of the Army War College in 1932.
When the German Blitzkrieg began on Europe, Patton finally convinced Congress that the United States needed a more powerful armored striking force. With the formation of the Armored Force in 1940, he was transferred to the Second Armored Division at Fort Benning, Georgia and named Commanding General on April 11, 1941. Two months later, Patton appeared on the cover of Life magazine. Also during this time, Patton began giving his famous "Blood and Guts" speeches in an amphitheater he had built to accommodate the entire division.
The United States officially entered World War II in December 1941, after the attack on Pearl Harbor. By November 8, 1942, Patton was commanding the Western Task Force, the only all-American force landing for Operation Torch, the Allied invasion of North Africa. After succeeding there, Patton commanded the Seventh Army during the invasion of Sicily in July 1943, and in conjunction with the British Eighth Army restored Sicily to its citizens.
Patton commanded the Seventh Army until 1944, when he was given command of the Third Army in France. Patton and his troops dashed across Europe after the battle of Normandy and exploited German weaknesses with great success, covering the 600 miles across France, Belgium, Luxembourg, Germany, Austria and Czechoslovakia. When the Third Army liberated the Buchenwald concentration camp, Patton slowed his pace. He instituted a policy, later adopted by other commanders, of making local German civilians tour the camps. By the time WWII was over, the Third Army had liberated or conquered 81,522 square miles of territory.
In October 1945, Patton assumed command of the Fifteenth Army in American-occupied Germany. On December 9, he suffered injuries as the result of an automobile accident. He died 12 days later, on December 21, 1945 and is buried among the soldiers who died in the Battle of the Bulge in Hamm, Luxembourg.
Remembered for his fierce determination and ability to lead soldiers, Patton is now considered one of the greatest military figures in history. The 1970 film, "Patton," starring George C. Scott in the title role, provoked renewed interest in Patton. The movie won seven Academy Awards, including Best Actor and Best Picture, and immortalized General George Smith Patton, Jr. as one of the world's most intriguing military men.
Basicaly these were copy pastes up there. Nothing original :)

Thursday, April 14, 2005

14th April, 2005

It's kind of lame, writing blogs on weekends and holidays. Usually I write blogs when I'm at work, and when my brain needs a break from the Ms Office file traffic. Sometimes there's this specific memorable incident that I feel like entangling within the confines of my blog. Today was pohela boishakh, and I just read two blog entries from two of my long time buddies, dedicated to that topic! This motivated me to write my own version of pohelated boishakheted blog.

I once took a decision that I won't be using Banglish in this blog of mine. My other blog in AG is full of Banglish stuff. But today I feel like adding some Banglish twists here. What is, actually, the point in putting up silly restrictions on myself, just for the sake of it? Throughout my life, I restricted myself from doing a lot of things, and I used to think that those would bring good to me. Perhaps they did, but sometimes doubt strikes me.

Wow...that was some out of the world off topic paragraph! Last night, when I signed out of office, it was 10:45 PM, BDT. Damn I don't have a life. But I was not alone, I had 3 of my colleagues with me, too. One is our manger, who is the most hard working individual I have seen in my life. His boss, the deputy general manager, is so inconsiderate and ill mouthed! Anyways, the effect of the late working hours made me wake up at 11:30 AM. I got to bed at 12:50, after receiving a stupid phone call from the boss woman at 12:40. I know it's a new product launch, and things should smoothen up before the launch, but that was insane. She knew that we just came back from office, and naturally we were all exhausted. But no considerations, whatsoever. She was enjoying her time in the "dinner" dedicated towards the product launch, for which we shed a lot of blood and she spared a lot of foul language. Anywas...writing about job has no point and pisses me off.

I couldn't finish the writing above. Should I resume, or should I explain why I dedicated a full blog entry to General George S. Patton? Err...I don't actually have much to write about Pohela Boishakh this year. I slept upto 11:30, got up, took my bath, had panta bhaat with Ilish mach and shutki bhorta, then started playing some game in my PC. Later on, I took my sister to her college, the infamous VNC....cause she had some rehearsal. Left her there, and started walking idly. I thought about getting back home, but that'd be a huge injustice to the black fotua I had worn. I was really thirsty, and thought about getting a fountain coke...but before that, I called Afzal to know about the group's whereabouts. He said they're meeting up at Tushar's, and whether I could make it. I said I'm in Baily Road, and I'll be there in a jiffy. The "too much info" of me being in Baily Road gave my pals to speculate some romantic story. Hehe....somehow I resisted the coke appeal, and reached Tushar's.

The adda session was boring, and dull. I myself was tired like hell, due to the gruellous task of launching djuice within a very short time frame. The last 3 weeks was damn hard on me. The upto 11:30 AM sleep was not enough...so I kind of started dosing off then and there. Others were not acting differently as well, cause the buet boys already had their typical pohela boishakh patrol around DU and Buet. But somehow some of us were left out. Murshid was missing for two consequitive Friday adda sessions. He was in the hall for exam preparation.

Hmm...perhaps after the shortest adda session ever, I returned home at around 6:30. Nothing significant happened the rest of the day. Just a quotable corny joke from my dad at the dinner table--both fish and meat was served, and dad said that throughout the year you'll be having bits of fish and bits of meat, so no need to feel irritated :| Yeah it was a joke(!) pointed towards me and my sisters reluctance to eating fish.

That's my Pohela boishakh story. And yeah, Patton is cool :D

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Sunday Bloody Sunday!

Hehe that's actually a U2 song, but I am sure Bono has no idea about how bloody can a Sunday get. It always happens...Thursday's are bad, Sunday's are even worse. Lots of people enjoy weekends on Sundays, but for us, it's just the bloody beginning of the week.

I made some idiotic mistakes, and got bashed for'em. I know exactly how those mistakes could have been avoided, and this is making me uneasy.

I came at office early today, which has become a rarity nowadays. But it was fun in the morning. Not too many people around, and I kinda enjoyed my time.

That's an incomplete blog up there. I was so pissed off that I didn't wish to finish it off. Now I'm at home (I was at office then), Monday is approaching its last hour (it'll be 11 PM after 3 minutes), I am listening to good songs, and eating a refreshing, yet dubiously named fruit called "Bangi". This has got nothing to do with Bungee software, or Bungi jumping (if I have spelled the two things right). It's a melonish fruit, which is usually huge, and can feed a family multiple times.

A similar high serving fruit is the jackfruit, proudly termed as our national fruit. Kathal sounds much better than the dull Jackfruit. We don't even have people with that name, Jack. It always reminds me of teh (no I didn't wanted to write the) khekshial aka Jackal :D

When I first encountered Jackfruit, I was quite skeptical. I spent my early years in Saudi Arabia, where nobody could and or deliberately grew and or ate teh jackfruits. But I soon gave in to the sweet tasting fruit. Now I kind of love it. But I hate it when people prepares curry dishes using the seeds. You know...people takes the whole fruit inside the mouth, and then brings the seed out. Well, maybe that gets cleaned and boiled, but still it's yucky to cook that thing again. I hate it, and I never eat kathaler bichi.

Will write more later. Wanted to write about my childhood, but not now.

Friday, April 08, 2005

Weekend ...

"Boring blog alert"

Today's a Friday, and I had a Cone Ice-cream at 3:30 PM. I bought the four cones yesterday evening, on my way back to home. I wanted to buy this ice-cream called Kimi, but it was not available in the shop. So I settled for the cones. The brand is Kwality. I thought it would be nice, but it wasn't.

18*4=72 taka gone down the drain. I initially bought 3 cones, and after walking for about 3 minutes, I just remembered that my dad was due to get back from his tour that very evening. However, to recheck, I called home from my cellphone. Yeah, it's a delicacy to call to a PSTN (public switch telephone network) number from a cellphone, but I am fortunate enough to afford it. Now that I am working for that company, cellphone is not a problem for me. I am worried...if I ever switch this job, I'll have a tough time keeping my cellphone bills low. Even a hi hello phone call apparently lasts for over 2/3 minutes :
So I got back to the shop and bought another cone. As a bonus, I got a new brown colored paper packet for that 4th cone. As soon as I tried to insert the previous packet into my bag, the sharp edge of a cone tore out off the packet. But the inconvenience was not big enough to make me change the packet. In life, one needs to ignore these small details, right? The shop was 5 minutes rickshaw distance away from my home, and I thought this torn packet won't cause me any trouble for that 5 minutes.

But God had different plans. He reminded me about the 4th cone, and hence I got a packet replacement. Sometimes I pause and wonder how complicated this whole lifesystem is, if we consider it as a software/database, programmed and or scripted by the creator. Hmm....I don't think human beings have yet created a software that could go on it's own. A software could be used in providing complicated outputs, but it has its limits. That is, at least one person knows how far a software can be stretched.....

Nah...I don't want to get confused over this issue. Let someone else think about it.

Had a nice afternoon chit-chat session with my school and college friends. The same guys whom were with me when I went to netrokona. I was framed to pay the tea bill..a meagre 40 taka. Sometimes I wonder...and get amazed over the difference between studentship and my current life. Even when I was a university student, 40 taka seemed quite a lot to me. Nowadays the crappiest bit of lunch costs 50, and the better ones range from 60 to 120.

Once I read this somewhere.."burn the doors of past and future...stick to the present". But I don't think it's a very valid quote. I need to thank my luck and God every now and then for not keeping me in my past. But again, sometimes I wish I was in the past again.

Hmm...this I realized recently--if I want to get confused, I can think about a thousand reasons to ponder over. As I said before, getting into confusion is easy, but clearing it out is damn tough. I am not a very religious person, I don't usually pray unless it's a Friday. But the thought of God's existence is something that I honestly want to believe.

I have a hell load of DVDs to watch, and return. But I'm not feeling like watching a movie. Had lots of tea today, 5 cups. My usual quota is 2/3. Issue needs to be dealt with. By the way, in weekdays, it's 2 cup coffee and 1 cup raw tea, usually. I love my coffee hard.

Better stop now...

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Scattered Thoughts 2

Let's see....why did my life became a copy pasting issue? Every day is like the day before, with little modifications and tweaks. Everyday....going to bed late, getting up early, and heading for office. Getting out of office at around 7, getting back home, drinking tea, gaming, dinner and then sometimes a bit browsing the net, and chatting...and back to bed.

I once told everyone that I got myself entangled within the 12 hour loop. 8 am to 8 pm office, and the rest is spent out side of office. People should be spending more time at home, shouldn't they? If that's yes, then my office is actually my home.

The time has come, once again. Did I actually wanted this life? 18 years of hard toil, just for getting a job where people don't really care about the person, but only the deeds? Let the person die, but make sure that he can backup all his files in the network drive before he dies! Otherwise, some IT guy needs to logg in using the admin pass, and retrieve the files from the desktop and local drive.

Damn....if I die, my PC will be a treasure chest for a music lover. I dared enough to save 20 gig songs in my PC, and the IT policy says that no one can store any music files here. Hehe....but I must add that I am not the only one, if you go to the IT floor, you'll find gigs and gigs of songs, and some of the people also has sub woofered speakers, too! Mine's just an internal speaker, with very basic sound producing capabilities.

Although it's just 4:30, I feel like running off. It's been the longest stretch of stressful work conditions for me, till date.

It's good to see someone getting back online. I always follow that person's blogs...they are nicely written, and I kind of missed them during the prolonged absence.

Yesterday I won a gruellous race in NFS : Hot Pursuit 2 using an Aston Martin Vanquish car. At first I thought the car was inferior, compared to the ones that were competing against me. But soon after, I found out that the car was as good as any other cars around.

Will keep on writing :D

Monday, April 04, 2005

Scattered Thoughts...

Before I opened this page, I had lots of things in my mind to write about. But for some reason, right now I am having a blank feeling. There's nothing in my head to write about. Hehe...I have gone through these before. What's it called? Writer's blah blah blah? How pathetic can this be. I still don't have a topic to write about. So how about a topicless blabbering?
I had a horrible handwriting when I was young. I still don't claim to have a beautiful handwriting, but I guess it's passable now....people can at least read it. Since I started working, the amount of hand written stuff has gone remarkably low. Previously, I had to trash a lot of paper filled with hand written question answers, maths, and what not? I would even write down move lists for specific games in my Diaries. And whenever I'd write something, I'd try to make the handwriting slightly better. Why? Plain and simple answer....cause my dad wanted me to have a clear and nice handwriting. He once hit my fingers with the wooden scale because I wrote hierogliphics in the name of Bangla :s
I have no grudges against him. He has a crystal clear, parlescent hand writing. Err..parlescent means muktar moto, right? Even if the meaning is different, I don't care at this moment. It sounds so nice...parlescent hand writing. Err....is parlescent a word at all? Or did my mind just made it up? See, if you want to get confused, it's quite easy. The harder thing is to get one out of confusion. Especially when it's someone else.
Recently I faced this problem with a person. He brought up a weird query to me. It took me a while to understand the problem(!) itself. So I had to go backend, and contact the technical guys. After getting the info from them, I realized that this query-person is seriously confused. If I were half confused, I'd certainly lose my job. Anyways, I took my time and wrote a reply to his mail. After a day, he mailed back..."I understand....but then why is this happening?". Lol...wondering what "this" Is? He just rephrased his original query...and I was like : what the hell? So I gave him a call and tried to make him understand. But you know....the confusion was so deep that it didn't work. Oh wait...it didn't quite happen the way I just wrote it. Damn...how could my memory fail me? I actually called him before he read the mail. He said he understood everything during the call, but I got that mail a day after our telephonic conversation ended. And that's when I became sure about the fact that he is still confused. I wish I could explain the confusion here, but that'd be to geeky. For record's sake, I just mention that it was regarding the validity of a regular top-up card and that of our value voucher feature, namely My Choice.
So what was that "for the record's sake" all about? Yeah, I wish to get back to this writing some time. Not now, maybe a long long time after...when my life will be different. As I say and hope, my life will not be the same as it is; forever. It's like there are so many valleys to explore, so many roads to walk...why should I confine myself into a corporate money machine? Why should I waste my efforts for helping someone to do a nordic robbery? There's no point.
WIll write more later...