Went to another CS meet today. wasn’t that much fun actually. It’s the day before Pohela Boishakh, so the charukola people were working with their big paper-mache sculptures and selling masks, paintings etc. Not a lot of variety though and not as big of a ‘fair’ as I had hoped. Also, those masks were extremely expensive. Met a few new people. Mejbah recently moved from chittagong. works in advertising and Mahfouz (i think) from daily star. I don’t know why the foreigners are always a lot more interesting to talk to. There’s only this one guy from Netherlands. After a while, I sort of start to get how they must see bangladesh : third world and islamic. That’s what I felf towards the end (and after reading her stories) with Chantal. Emily’s better at adapting and great with new things, but I don’t think she gets it either. Anyway, so we explored this area with wooden sculpures behind charukala that I’ve never been to. I don’t know why that wasn’t more exciting, I guess I was tired from wearing shari all day (Wore it to American centre where I had gone for fulbright info and then to office too. Zaman bhai and tapan bhai asked if I was celebrating Choitro Shonkranti). The cyclist guy seems quite decent, as far as I can tell, and Jayanta seems like a douchebag so far. We rode a Nagardola – first time in my life. was fun. Then we went for dinner at Nirob. Not memorable. It was getting past eleven and I was worried about ammu yelling and driver going without food for so long – that always eats away my fun.
The woman at Am Cent wasn’t a bitch and then the first thing I did in office is read an email from east anglia that congratulated me for my outstanding IELTS score and made my offer unconditional, so I guess my IELTS score may not be as non-mentionable as I thought. That was a good start for the day. I wish UEA was a better school. I wish SOAS gave me that waiver . burn . very unlikely. but with Aga Khan my father would be out of so much money and Jay from SOAS said it’d be really difficult to get into PhD so what’s the point? Maybe I should go next year with commonwealth or to USA. I wish I could have left this september. It’ll be a long year next year. Unless I get married and I only still wish for that only some of the times. Other times, I can’t really picture myself both married and carefree+happy.
checked out the dutch guy on CS later. Turns out he’s into Irving.
April 14.
অনেকদিন পর একটা কাজকর্মহীন নির্ভেজাল ছুটি। সকালে কিন্তু নয়টায় ঘুম ভেঙ্গে গেল। মাঝখানে ডাক্তার এন্ডোস্কোপির কথা বলে ভয় দেখায় দিলো তারপর থেকে তাড়াতাড়ি উঠি, উঠে নানুর রাখা পান্তা ভাত খাই। কাজেই পয়লা বৈশাখে পান্তা খাওয়া হল। আম্মু লাউপাতা দিয়ে ইলিশ করছে। সকালে উঠেই ‘মেকি বাঙ্গালী’ নিয়ে ছাগল অপুর একটা পোস্ট দেখে মেজাজ খিঁচড়ে গেল। তারপর আব্বুর সাথে বাউলদের দাড়ি কামিয়ে দেওয়ার ঘটনা নিয়ে লেগে গেল একচোট। এইসব। এখন অবশ্য আরামই লাগছে। নিশাত না থেকলে বিগ ব্যাং থিওরি ছেড়ে দিয়ে ঘর গুছাতাম। এখম এমনি গুছাতে হবে।
ছবি দেখলামঃ হাওল। kill me and let me be reborn as ginsberg. He’s all the things I want to be! A gay guy with somebody to love and someone in the thick of things in the 60s. হলো রীড ডাউনলোড করলাম। আমার পছন্দের থীমঃ বাবা-ছেলে। আজকে দেখবো।
বইটই পড়ার সময় পাচ্ছিনা।
সকালে উঠে প্রথম কাজঃ পত্রিকা পড়া, বাই চান্স যদি এডিটোরিয়াল মিটিং এ ডাকে। তারপর বিকাল/সন্ধ্যা পর্যন্ত অফিসে।
the pinaccle of the day is in the evening when I have my tea with great biscuits. The threat of endoscopy is cutting into that pleasure. Then mindless serial-watching on the laptop. Or reading gay themed amature novel. I can’t find the serious ones. ALl anyone recommends is this stuff. The first real novel I read was front runner. A little bit pep-talk-y but I liked many parts of it. The relationship and the days before and after billy sieve. The writing had this quiet flow that I like that usually comes back to me weeks afterwords. and it did.
Tags: Bengali/bangali, Couchsurfing
