Back again Babe!!!

Well, thought that this was over for me. But thinking about it again lately and guess will do it quite often from now on. Man, I need a break and this can be the only one :) Will see all of you guys here soon.

Maya

We have got a dog. Yeah, what you’ve read right now is true! I, the one who has grown up with all the fear in the world for dogs, am now a proud owner of a pet J I guess this is one other thing that shows that we are changing a lot lately!!!

Well, we’ve named her Maya. Not after Habib’s pathetic remix version song but after the husky and strong sledge dog of the motion picture ‘Eight Below’. If you haven’t seen it, go for it; it’s worth it. Maya is a Samoyed, a purebred, who has 28 distinct cousins throughout the world and Eskimo sledge dogs are her closest. She’s as cute as she can be, energetic like hell and can take your eyes eventually J Our life in our little house is full of joy and cheers as Maya has arrived here. She’s 24/7 ready to run and toddle after you! Guess that’s what dogs are for!

‘How Maya has joined us’, you may ask! Well, that’s an interesting story actually. My cousin Hasib goes to his teacher at Shamoli in the weekday afternoons. He found Maya on the road a few days earlier (17^th Jan, 2007). During the first day, Hasib was hesitant to bring her home but after a day has passed, he took Maya from the road as she was still there, left alone! I don’t know how that sounds but that’s more or less like it. Hasib is one big fan of dogs; he has one of the finest dogs in this world, Raven. Amit once told that Raven made him feel like he’s full and complete as a man J The two stayed in Hasib’s garage for a few days but since Maya is a house-dog she was not feeling well. Moreover, she had sore and stuff all over her body during her street days. So, on 26^th, we took Maya from him as our pet. I’m officially been announced as her father, oh, and what a proud father I am now J

Maya is with us since then. I’ve taken her to the vet, got her injected and treated and the vet said that she is a rare breed in Dhaka and will cost about 15K if I want to buy another! He also said that it’s probably my luck that I’ve become the owner of such a fine creature J She’s only 2 months old, still on milk but can do a lot of tricks.

Maya has her own mind and with her little brain she’s full of mischief. She’s giving me a hard time as the biggest problem turns out to be the ‘potty training’. Now she’s almost ready and doing ‘it’ in a civilized way, but the first few days were horrible J Another problem is that she has quite a bit of separation anxiety (as most of the Samoyeds have) and we are not at home during daytime. It turns out that we have to take her to our workplace with us quite often. She’s probably the greatest attention catcher after money J She drives young ones and gals crazy. None can resist her grace! Hope she’ll grow up nice and fine. I’ll write a lot about her in the coming days I guess. Till then, chao.

P.S. Well, I’ll try to upload her photos here as soon as I’ll learn how to do that. Chill.

Rudra's Gaye Halud

I went to Rudra's (to be precise it was Easa's) Gaye Halud today. Hmm, I guess I was thinking about what I'm gonna do in a ceremony where the groom and a pack of gals are in the center of all attention. Turned out that most of my friends were as worried as I'm. Nebul was all dressed up in his panjabi and shal but others like Amit, Ronju, Riasat were as casual as they could be. Ha ha, at last we ended up staying with Rudra rather than going to Easa's (she's the groom) house. It was a heck of an adda and we played 9 cards throughout the time. I've got some cash in my pockets (about 300 bucks, nice, eh?) and the time passed like 'whoosh'.

What sort of a man Rudra is, you may ask. Well, to tell you the truth, I think he's the most popular guy in our batch. I think he has friends everywhere in Dhaka and he knows his ways in this world. However, I thought that there would be more guys in today's occasion but only six of us were there. It's quite unusual as Rudra said that he asked about 30 of his friends to go to the party. Normally it is seen that he's far more popular than me or other guys. Is it that worldly life changes everything? Just like I've changed within the last few years, will Rudra settle down too? Only time will say.

One more thing; I've to admit, this is the best Gaye Halud that I've ever attended!

The way we are!

"That's why we won't ever have a Mr. Doyle", I said to Amit.
(Well, I know that this isn't the right way to start writing but this is how I'll do it - my way; And about Amit, hmm... he's the best friend I've ever got or will ever get, ha ha. About Mr. Doyle: you'll have to watch '25th hour' starring Edward Norton to understand that a bit better but think that you've already seen that, eh?)

We were returning to Amit's den at Sobhanbagh from Kalabagan after running some errands. I got down from the Rickshaw and Amit was in a shop to buy another 300 taka phone-card (Man, how much does he spend on that damn phone?); that's when I saw the lame dog. It's not a grown-up yet, nor is a puppy. Guess, it's like one of those fearsome teens that roam around the city these days. Nah, he's far better than those kids. The dog came to me as I was standing in front of the shop trying to keep the chill out of my sweater. At first I didn't notice the hurt leg as the sore was on the hind. I was trying to talk to the dog as I told him that it's been severe cold outside. Then I saw the limping back leg and suddenly I remembered Mr. Doyle. Interesting enough, we've seen the movie a week ago. My heart was all wet for the dog, I was thinking what we can do about the dog but along came Amit and we started to walk, leaving the dog behind.

This is why we don't get one Mr. Doyle by our side, this is why we are lacking trusted people these days. We work on our momentary passion (like a momentary lapse of reason you might say). We feel pity for a hurt dog, for a poor beggar, for a hard-working orphan but do nothing. Even if we have the intention we just swallow it like our dreams. Like Amit said,"The best that I've done once was removing a string around a dog's neck". That's what we are: we try to stop boys throwing stones to a puppy and feel proud and full. Never do we ever look behind to find out if the boys are picking up stones again to hit that poor puppy with more vengeance than ever. We live in our pompous moments and try to satisfy our souls with great thoughts, we verbally bash the young ones (did I mention that they are all clones of one single prototype) and try to hide ourselves in works. That's why Amit, that's why we won't be greats, ever. We want a Mr. Doyle but do nothing for that: story of our life!

The mumbling starts!

Well, I guess everyone sets some ground rules during the first post. I was thinking of doing so but then it came to my mind: Since I'm writing this for all of you out there(It's public, for god's sake), there's no reason in setting rules. So, I came to this conclusion: I'll mumble here as I wish and all you people out there can think whatever of it. I won't even care, hah.
This is going to be a spot where I'll try to spend some alone time since there are so few spots here in Dhaka to spend quality times. Yeah, I mean that: Dhaka is getting more polluted with people than with all those bio-hazards. Wherever you go, you'll see a crowd that will engulf you like a fat ass devours a nice meal. You may say that I'm also seeking refuge in here.
Well, the mumbling starts here and let's see how far can I go.