Up The Hills and Down the Valleys We Go

all right folks.. here are the pictures of our car like i’d promised.. we are truly blessed 🙂 it has already travelled many a miles with us…offering immeasurable support along the way…


Life in the Fast Lane

Well..finally the translation work I had mentioned earlier is done and dusted with.


I am sure you can all guess that this was THE reason I’d sort of disappeared from the blogging world.

For a couple of examples of my efforts, have look here. Try to hum the words in your head in the original tune and maybe you could let me know what you thought of it all?

Ok. Time for some positive news now. WE BOUGHT A CAR! It’s a “third-hand” car. As in the previous owner had bought it second-hand himself. He’s actually one of our friend’s boss and was a real sweetheart as he sold it to us at a lesser price than he’d intended after hearing our budget crisis :). And yes..I’ll be posting pics soon. Once we have it nicely washed, polished and in spick-and-span condition.

The car had increasingly become a necessity. Saif and I lead such a hectic life – we have shows every other week, and if not shows, then some sort of social get-together to attend. The part of Dhaka city where we live, though in a prime location, is rather cut-off from the main roads and we can somehow never manage to get a cab or cng when we NEED one. And more often than not..the driver usually goes “Jabo na” (Won’t go) :P. Even if we offer them double the fare! And then when you ask them in frustration and exasperation “Why ever not?”, they come back with the same retort or some godforsaken excuse like “Won’t get any commuters if I go to that particular neighbourhood”. Bleh!

So yes. We’re now the proud owners of a Toyota Carina.

Now if we could only do away with the 3-hour traffic jams in the city…Sigh.

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 “God..you’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.