“To be or not to be”..that is not the question Foo
So, today was like my physics+chemistry+bio lab-practice session in NDC. As usually, the same yawning up at 6 in the morning. Then going to the bathroom, freaking out at my own reflection and then subsiding into lethargy again. My work is done here in the house , the money bag is in my pocket with lotsa changes but very few big-bucks , my crappy Sagem MY-3020 has about 27% electrons left to spare in its Li-ion cell…i stuff my college-bag with the dissection box (kinds like jack the ripper…have lotsa nasty slashing to do on bufo mealnostictus:house-toads and periplaneta americana:roaches) , my physics lab book , the chemistry lecture sheet , some pens , the geometry box , the casio 911 w calc this that and blah blah blah!!…and then I’m off to the battleground…in my shining leather armor…much like medieval knights…riding off to rescue the fair maiden…except we dont have such motivations yet..still we strive for a future with a good job and the power of the trinity which offcourse in our case are “nari/noro:bari:& gari(translation=frau/herr:a house: and a car to jam in)”
So here’s what happened…( writing stuff in points/bullets have become habitual for me…its just when , lets say YOU HAVE JUST FINISHED WRITING THOUSANDS OF PAGES OF BULL CRAP POINTERS ON PHYSICS , CHEMISTRY & MATH; this indeed becomes sort of a “type-o” of your subconscious) :-
I went out to hire a rickashaw, but the “maharajas” were too busy smoking “sholas” or “Bongs” that were making them HIGH (booze it baby)..and besides the rain was drizziling outside..and if there’s anything i hate other than heat itself, its rain+muddy/cracked-open/semi-raped rodes+trucks splashing those stuff onto you in a parabolic curvature
As i was busy cursing those rickshawallas with stuff like “****” and “***”, this city-corp garbage truck came out of no where and parked beside the rickshaw-stand.It had the most distinct, destructive,drowsy, damp , dead, drenched ,dull ,damned (i’m running out of adjectives starting with ‘d’) aroma (AHEM!)..the aroma was so excruciating that you can feel the oxidised fluoride of your toothpaste evaporating with every second…and if there’s anything i hate more than muddy-drizzling-splashing-rainy-morning its a city-corp garbage-truck with shit loads of crap (our crap) dumping its noxious fume onto your nostrils..so the morning kicked off with a rather AHHHRRRRMM! pleasant conjecture.
Finally i managed to settle with this old-dude to take me to college..and he agreed ( i felt like my love was saying “kabul” when he said “yes” to my question “chacha, jaben naki motijheel ,Notredame college?”)…then with a deci-depleted heart i boarded the “tri-wheeled-mclaren-gtX-of-the-poor-and-perv-hearted”..and we were off
Then at a traffic signal something happened…this hawttt ( i know it sould be “hot” right?) public in a rickshaw passed infront of us and my eyes gyrated toward this unearthly beauty…instantly my conscience said “to be or not to be foo…what will the other people think when they see you gaping at someone?”…so i turned away and guess what i saw? I saw the rickshawalla,the bus ticket checker beside me, the shop-kipper infront of me , the pvt-car drivers beside me, the riders of the rickshaws around and basically everyone in a 100 metre radius were all gazing breathlessly at the same figure that caused angular motions of my choroid( the circular area inside your eyes) a few moments earlier…so once again(because i’ve noticed such events about a thousand times) i heed my homage to Sigmund fraued and his eternal quote ‘ Neural stimulation caused by the urge to mate and reproduce are the only two dominant emotions that actually control the way in which organisms dictate’…Allah, help me get rid of such “sudden” angular motions for thee is not the way of a true muslim. Hey….am i really worthy of the designation “a true muslim”.. dunno..dont think so..
Then some more shits happened at NDC that are not worth mentioning….including a Manganese-oxide spill , a bromine vapour incident at the chem lab(fuck you nafis) and this threat by our bio-lab-instructor saying, “If you dont maintain discipline while observing the lab-specimens, i’m gonna break you in places that you wont be willing to show to others. We stumbled upon these words for a few seconds and then the whole class bursted into laughter. Then he said “Heh..heh…and i’m not talking about your cerebral cortex either ( he’s currently doing his M.SC in Dhaka Univ, what do you expect?) this is seriously what he said. I luv such teachers with humour and intellect at the same time.…..but thats just usual chit chat..in the life of a chaotic-bangalee-muse. Have to say though…that was a helluva day. But then again which one isnt right?
now to top it all with some “jack-ass jokes ” here’s a little something from one of my favourite nigga (besides malcom x,queen latifa, tupac shakur, abdul jabbar, n. mandela………… (2n+1) x whole lotta other good-black-guys ):-
“You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America’s Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn’t want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named ‘Bush’, ‘Dick’, and ‘Colon.’ Need I say more?”
— Chris Rock
PS:
That bee (or Bombyx-mori to the geeks) was out yesterday-night at 1:26 to sting me for no apperant reason. But with the help of my trusty zoology book and my amazing off-drive capabilities i was able to squish the life outta this arthropod. PETA might call this inhuman…well **** you peta. Every sucker is for him/her self in this world. I think some of the nitrogen-based-enzymes also came out from the backside of the “flying-fortress”..click the pic for a bigger view…and gaze or be mesmerised at a fly with a wing-flapping frequency of 2600 hz..even more that that of a VOTL(vertical take off and landing) aircraft like the Harrier-p 7 of the royal navy.
AND I KNOW THIS MIGHT BE A BIT LIKE A SELFISH CORPORATE BUSTARD…BUT CAN YOU GUYS CHECK OUT MY PHOTO CALLERY OVER HERE AND SAY IF ITS WORKING OR NOT? BITS OF COMMENTS WOULD BE HIGHLY APPRECIABLE TOO.THOUGHT OF CREATING THIS GALLERY CUZ YOU YOURSELF MIGHT REMAIN FACELESS..BUT WHY NOT DEPICT YOUS SURROUNDINGS RIGHT?(and maybe because i dont have the money to buy a new HDD to store those pics)



Whoa man freaky day! Im assuming the hotty was a girl (or else all bangladeshi’s are gay
)… mustnt stare too much.. not good for your eyes. and you have wierd teachers (i dunno what cerbral cortex is just have a vague idea its something to do with your brain)
Comment by Andalite — June 28, 2005 @ 11:00pm
Hey..yeah I noticed my post kinda created a stir in the blogging world! I appologize … I seemed to have turned the world against you! That really wasnt my intention!
Im sure you see my point though:) As for your negativity…Im sure you’ll get over it pretty soon. Everyone goes through a phase like this Im sure. Its just a matter of time before you have god sent realizations and things are all good (or bad!).
I totally agree with you … people do tend to get more religious when they move abroad (namely the west)..its probably due to the fact that
a) you finally have a sense of individuality and responsibility and are far away from your family, who have shielded and protected you all through your life. This is for students
b) Your kids are asking you questions like…Ma, why cant I go clubbing with my friends or why cant I wear the same kinda outfits all my friends in school do. You as a parent can only say…cos we’re Bangali. Or cos we’re Muslim! (This is assuming you want to stick to the traditions of the Desh and the religion)Im pretty sure kids get messed up to the same extent at home or abread when living with parents. But its just more apparent to the parents where you’re living abroad. Cos parents tend to focus more on the kids when there arent too many other social issues to deal with.
Makes sense? Maybe not!But whatever…as long as youre content with your own life…which you should be:) After all you’re one of the lucky few to be able to get a good college education:P
good luck with the practicals…they kinda suck…but look at the bright side…you’re going to be in university soon…and life will be good again:)
ps. I dont like the caption ‘Brag it’ AT ALL!!!!
Comment by Sameen — June 29, 2005 @ 12:38am
lol! I have a fan yay;) hey this is kinda cool! Live commenting…k dont post this one:)
Comment by Sameen — June 29, 2005 @ 1:12am