Touché….draw your weapon or suffer my wrath
Yeah..another exam finished…another “tiny step for a notredamian…a giant heap of shit for him to counter with.”…Its was my chem-1st paper exam…..the exam was soooo good that I think im gonna cry…”amma”.Really the question was good and the answers were short, the heat radiated(its 42 degree Celsius….man Im hot..whistle now
) inside the exam hall…making our “Mogoj” half-fried-rare chicken broast with fish tacos and burritos. Though things turned out good amids the seventh-layer of hell(yeah farm- gate is worse than that, thats were our exams take place)…
then a long trip back to home….the load-shedding causing paranoia in our already thrid-degree burnt skin….took the newpaper , read some news about how some innocent Dhaka Univ gals were almost raped when protesting, how some dudes who called upon the authority to take necessary measures against unfair aggressions of the student-leaders (suitability for candidature is “leaders”=”pillagers”) were almost bledding to death(and there was no count Dracula there…al least none with fangs..maybe some without fanged-hocky-stick wielding ones) , counted the number of students hurt in the raging battle in which no sort of chivalry or code-of-honour was followed(for the last time ITS FREAKING BD MAN!!!)…. (more…)
conceived in an instant…… A shining star that dared to be different…a bengali that dared to be enigmatic and energetic…a man who dared to keep off religius hatred and insanity…yet his works are valuable to both the Hindus(the shama sangit) and the Muslim’s(the Ham’d nat….)….its time to requiem for the forgotten Supernova…its time to live upto his expectations….


