Crazy, Crazy Days…

Ok… have been way too busy with too many things (read: the translation job) ..

Certain situations have been going round and round in my head, like one of those cheesy songs that get stuck in your brain and you just can’t seem to make it go away!

It deserves a good post .. as in one where I’m alone and am being able to gather my thoughts and put it into words which will make sense…

These days there just has been too many things on my plate for me to GET any time in-between ..

Need a little respite from it all .. Sigh

All I can say is that I so totally get John Lennon’s line from his song “Beautiful Boy” .. Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans..

So now Saif and I are trying to deal with Mr Life, who’s gone and done a whopper on Mr Plans… 😛

Will write more on this when I feel like it…right now I’m a little lost for words…



So many people find something or the other unsatisfying about their lives… and on the road towards whining and complaining, they forget the immense sense of satisfaction and enjoyment one can enjoy from the tiniest possible things ..

I always get a great sense of contentment from finishing a household chore, say like doing all the piled-up dishes and getting a sparkly clean sink …or sitting in the sun and just breathing in the fresh wintry morning air of Dhaka..

Jaded people can come up to me and argue that I haven’t seen anything of life .. haven’t suffered any major hardships or setbacks … and so I can afford to be like this.

But then I’d like to believe that it’s something inside of of me.. that deep, deep down inside .. there’s a part of me ‘tuned’ to enjoying the jaded people’s so-called “insignificant” moments. And that even when I’m down and have had about as much as I could take of a terrible situation, my tuning will remain in the same frequency.

And my belief is strengthened when I see street urchins .. who I believe are facing hardships and setbacks on a day to day basis ..grinning from ear to ear while getting wet in the rain.


To paraphrase a famous quote from a film.. Jaded is as jaded does.

Black and white and gray…

I don’t mind when people find faults with me. No. Because when I look at myself in the mirror I can easily pinpoint my lackings.. the tangible as well as the intangible ones. But just as I’m more than aware of my vices, I am also quite well acquainted with my virtues, believe you me.

You can call me lazy. You can call me tactless. You can call me “not as social as the next person”. You can call me selfish. You can even say that I don’t posses a lot of common sense and that I can be very stupid at times. Because I know all of that to be very, very true.

But when someone calls me a liar – that in my book is going a bit too far. Everyone can be accused of “white lies”. Say when you tell someone that “Oh thank you so much for inviting us but we can’t make it to your get-together I’m afraid, as we have a previous engagement” when actually you don’t. You just wanted to make a very polite excuse to get out something without offending the other party. Everyone.. and I really DO believe.. everyone does their fair share of white lying.

You see I don’t have problems with making stupid mistakes. I AM human after all and I am NO model of perfection. Yes.. I will definitely be hurt if and when someone proclaims “’re SOOO stupid! How could you DO such a thing???”. I’ll feel as if I’ve seriously let someone down. But I’ll be repentant and I’ll try to learn from that mistake and I’ll try to do better next time. Because being stupid makes me just that.. stupid. It doesn’t make me a mean person. But see.. lying, that too intentionally lying to hurt someone or even to put someone down .. that makes me out to be someone who’s extremely malicious and mean. It makes me out to be someone who has gone out of her way to trample with another person’s feelings and emotions.

Those who have known me for the past 29 years of my life can accuse me of being a LOT of things.. but they have never.. ever..  labeled me with the description above.

Maybe I should be more understanding and forgiving because the accuser in question has known me like what? Less than a year? That too, in sporadic time periods? And that it was difficult for that person to judge a situation without  witnessing it for real? But it still hurts even when I try to think it from the other person’s end. Especially since I had really looked up to that person. As someone who sees the bigger picture. Someone who at least asks for the other side of the story before reaching any conclusions. Someone who doesn’t see the world as purely black and white. Someone who knows that gray areas surely exists in this everyday struggle that we call “life”.

Well… I guess I was proven wrong. And maybe I am better off knowing the hard facts.

That perhaps who I had thought to be someone really close never did reciprocate the same feelings towards me, so I shouldn’t have expected so much of that person in the first place.

And that maybe, it’s safer to be open and free.. to be truly “you”.. with only a few people in your life. We should be so lucky to have at least one person who totally gets you.

And that perhaps “gray” is a colour that maybe only some of us can see at times.

My other half… in the blog world :P

As I’d mentioned in one of my previous posts, I have another active blog named “momentary musings” and that it’s dedicated primarily to all the professional related stuff that I do… articles written for magazines, supplements, etc. But I haven’t been active in the publishing world (sans the virtual one) for quite sometime now… so you could say … that it has become a blog for most of the music-related incidents I encounter as a singer in a band.

Momentary musings is also an outlet for most of my “creative writing” efforts … which are few and far between

Simz City is more of a diary (if you haven’t guessed that already from the posts) .. filled with all my frustrations and rantings … and on the flip side of the coin, contentment and happy times …

I hope you’ll all enjoy my other half.. at least those of you who will feel like reading it of course .. 🙂


Procrastination…is thy name

“Anyone can do any amount of work, provided it isn’t the work he is supposed to be doing at that moment.” Oh a more irrefutable quote I’ve never read.. sigh

My dust allergy is a little better than the last couple of days… but I think the recent “work” that I got commissioned with is hindering a more.. speedier.. recovery.

I am a copywriter by profession and since last June, I’ve been working as a freelance one as opposed to a full-time one.. in a respectable firm.. foregoing the pleasures of a steady, respectable income. The reason I’d left in the first place was due to the wishful thinking that I’d be leaving the country soon.. for good. So much for that! (I’m back to looking for a full-time job again).

So day before yesterday, I was presented with an opportunity to undertake a work that would be a source of great pride for my country.. and mine as well (for having done it). A long-standing organization/ authority of my country wants to make a compilation album of our most famous patriotic songs.. songs from and about the era of 1971.. that tells of the heartache and loss, of victory and patriotism, and of the human spirit  and determination.

You’re probably thinking… didn’t banglalink just do something similar just a couple of months back? Well yes.. but the difference here is that 1. that particular compilation of songs were pre-war/ victory songs.. inspirational songs that had been mainly written and composed to arouse one’s sense of patriotism.. songs to fuel one’s resolution to fight for what was, in the true sense, freedom of rights and freedom of speech, and 2. this latest selection of songs encompass both the pre and post-war emotions and experiences and will need to be translated into English and recorded in English and then distributed worldwide by 21st of February, which since 1999, has been the International Mother Language Day (as declared by UNESCO). The main idea here is to create awareness amongst people worldwide of the language movement and the immense sacrifice that our country made for such a basic human right.. that many take for granted.. and to appreciate the beauty and the depth of emotion in the lyrics of these amazing songs.

So… guess who has taken the responsiblity of doing the translations? Yes.. yes.. I’m getting handsomely paid but bloody hell!.. this is just not your off-the-beat translation that we’re talking about here! I have to maintain at least a modicum (if not the same degree) of romanticism and also ensure that the end result can be sung in harmony with the same beat and tune as was used with the original Bangla lyrics! No small feat mind you! And I have till Saturday to finish the first 15 lot.. while having to juggle a host of other “to-do’s” over the same time period.. and I JUST CAN’T PUT MY MIND TO IT!!!!

Anyone who’s ever tried to translate a piece or writing from one language to another (be that one of them is your mother tongue) must know that SO much is lost in translation ..about.. 99.5%???

So here I am.. at 1:38 AM in the morning … with a still rather stuffed-nose .. and a very, very, very difficult task ahead of her… simply putting off doing the inevitable… 😦

And blogging about it ..

Sometimes I hate myself…


I’ve been down with a cold the past 3 days.. a result of the fine cloud of dust over the city during this winter… a factor compounded by all the construction work going on around the city .. (can’t really blame them as it becomes a rather difficult task to tackle during the ‘other’ season here.. the wet/rainy season) ..

I’ve also been busy with a cousin’s wedding (on Saif’s side) which’ve been a lot of fun .. Uploaded a picture of the groom in all his regal finery standing with me and Saif .. 🙂 (sorry for the blurred effect!)

For now I NEED to get rid of this cold as I’ve got a busy, busy weekend (begins on Friday here in my country) ahead.

Noticed how the weekends these days tend to be even more busy than the weekdays?

But I’ll ponder over that phenomenon in my next post.. For now I need to go and have a lie down.. this heavy, heavy head is killing me! 😦 .. sniff, sniff

Yes..we CAN multi-task

Can you do your nails and watch a movie at the same time? Oh…I’m sorry…if you are a man…then this question doesn’t apply to you…but you might find this post worth your time anyways…

When I’m on my own…and I’m watching a movie or something on TV…I find it extremely easy to pay attention to whatever is happening on the screen while at the same time…say be painting my toesies …or sewing on a button or something…

If you, by some twist of fate, can be under the serious misconception that I’m not interested in the movie…or I’m not paying it the attention it deserves…well, instead of feeling peeved about it you can always ask me what exactly is going on in my mind…and then, you just might raise your eyebrows at the fact that not only can I summarize the plot…I can even describe what the characters look like..down to the colour of their clothes…

Trust me…as a man…if it’s something extremely hard for you to grasp…just bear with the lacking in you..there is NO lacking in me…maybe the max you can do when it comes to multi-tasking is perhaps watch TV and eat at the same time..anything outside that comfort zone throws you off…please wake up to the fact that your psychological make-up unfortunately doesn’t allow you this wonderful leisure us women so enjoy…

And if you don’t believe me…just try to recall if you’ve ever watched your own mom going furiously at it with her knitting needles while watching her favourite soap on tv…

But no need to pout…God has given you MANY attributes which he has deemed not really useful for us…

All I’m asking is that you appreciate the differences and not necessarily generalize a man’s psychological make-up with that of a woman’s…

You’ll simply sink..each and every time.

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