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…

Rambling…

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

Aarrrgghh!

I couldn’t think of a better title for this post..seriously..

Woke up this morning to see that the whole of Dhaka city (yup.. born here.. and most likely dying here as well if my immigrations plans go.. tits up) enveloped under a think blanket of fog…

It has never been this cold around this time of the year in my country…the cold waves, which usually lasts for about a week max, starts knocking at our door around mid-Jan.. sometimes as late as early-Feb. This time the weather is playing havoc with all our ..conceptions 😛 It has been steadily getting colder and colder from mid-Nov this year…

So here I am.. at 12:30 in the afternoon, cozied up in my tiger-printed blanket, on my corner of the bed, sipping on a hot cup of tea.. looking out at the perpetual misty fog outside my bedroom window.. and I’m wearing socks today.. yes, it’s that cold..

It’s also my dad’s birthday and I know we’ll be going out to dinner somewhere nice and cozy.. something I’m really looking forward to.. I always look forward to anything that involves food.. 😀

But this very thing was reminding me of how I’m sometimes torn between being in a million places at the same time. Celebrating my dad or my mom’s birthday.. or that of someone else equally dear to my heart.. is something I will never ever miss. It’s not an obligation.. it’s something which I always look forward to.. because of the love I feel for them.. and also due to the fact that I feel happy and carefree and am at my element, having fun, during such occasions..

But something happened yesterday.. something which tops my “oh-so-very-tiring-and-frustrating-incidents” list. Saif’s cousin.. a fab guy with a fab sense of humour, who’s more like a brother than a cousin (if you can understand the fine nuances between the two).. and who’s come all the way from abroad, is getting hitched this Saturday. Once again, it’s an event I’m really looking forward to.. and all the ladies on the groom’s side.. which includes yours truly.. is going to go over to the bride-to-be’s place on Friday to gift her the wedding shari, along with the rest of the other lovely things in her trousseau. Mind you, this is the first wedding in Saif’s family, since our own .

In the meantime, my mom is hosting a dinner party at her house on Friday. The guests of honour are the siblings of my oldest cousin’s wife.. on my mom’s side.. visiting from abroad. Yes, I can visualize your eyebrows going up trying to make the oh-so-close family connection 😛

I had promised her I’d help her out at the party (way before she’d set a date for it) so I called her up and explained the situation and stated that I’d drop by on Thursday and ready the house for the party the next day, make the dessert (my specialty) and help out during her cooking the main dishes as well. The only glitch being that I won’t be able to attend the main event itself. I also kept trying to remind her that Saif and I had, for the past several months, dutifully attended the majority of the dawats and parties held by my parents as well as our extended family, despite us being on an extremely tight schedule with all our year-end shows. We were due a little respite. From one single party.

But it was to no avail. My mom got all upset and blurted out something around the lines of “Fine don’t come and you don’t need to help out either. It’s a party at my house and my own daughter won’t be there.. “… :S

So finally, I had to plan a rather convoluted schedule…go over to my parent’s on Wednesday night after dinner at Saif’s cousin’s future-in-laws’ (yes there are bound to be back-to-back parties before and after a scheduled wedding).. help my mom out with all the arrangements throughout the whole day on Thursday, then return to my place that night.. then on Friday, after attending the all-girl outing over to the bride-to-be’s, go over to my parent’s again from there for the party.

Not really that much of a crappy-crazy-schedule.. but it turns into one, when you have to live in a city like Dhaka, where these days our infamous traffic jams don’t let up.. not even on a weekend night.. nopity nope.

I have never been so glad as not to be working full-time anywhere at the moment..

Like I said..

Aaarrrgghhhh!

Have you ever wondered…

how the very same person…say…me, you or even one’s next door neighbour…can be so very active and full of determination when tackling a certain task and be a total couch potato…the perfect recipient for “The Laziest Person of the Year” award…when it comes to something else?

Take me for example. I seem to have boundless energy and enthusiasm for say, going to band practice and learning new songs…or cleaning the house. But boy oh boy, when it comes to writing regularly on my blogs…I seem to become a totally different person altogether.

Saif (my hubby) actually made me feel guilty…yes, guilty…for neglecting this and a couple of other things in my life for the past few years or so. I used to paint and draw quite a lot back in my school and university days, and…I’m not boasting here…I was quite good. Maybe not with oils or pastels…as I’ve never dabbled with these mediums…but I was quite accomplished when it came to pencil sketches and water colours. I hardly paint anymore…there’s even a half-finished painting lying in a drawer full of my personal documents…I’d started on the project around ’99…lol..that’s 11 years!

But something deep inside me am sure, mourns the loss of those aspects of my personality…an unconscious part of me perhaps still clings to the hope that I’ll start writing again. Or painting again.

If I had made a conscious decision to close these two chapters of my life for good, I think I would have simply deactivated both of my blog accounts…and I never would have lovingly saved all my precious drawings and paintings from my childhood days in a plastic zip-lock bag.

So here I am…at least making the effort to do something about the writing part. As to taking up the pencil and paint brushes again? Well.. I have asked Saif to buy me a brand new set of water colours and brushes to prod me towards the right direction. I do belive I’m using the absence of these inanimate objects as an excuse .. 🙂

But I am promising myself that the very first thing I will be doing once I become the proud owner of those brushes and that paint box, is to complete that half-done painting of mine and frame the bloody thing…

I hope whoever is reading this post sympathizes or empathizes with my plight and wishes me luck …

Oh…and I’m attaching a recent drawing…an unashamed flaunting of my skills I must say…that I did for the CD sleeve for the debut-album of my hubby’s metal band “SHOCK“..

Not a bad job hey?

The Year That Was…

I’ve been cut off from the net these past few weeks as I’ve been staying at my parents (till my bro, Sakib…sis-in-law, Tanu…and nephew, Areeb…head back to the States) and there’s no net here for my personal use…lol… The only other time I get to check mail is at work but you can only do so much while at office…

Anyways… the past year has had its share of good and bad and great and horrible things…but then again this so-called ‘balance’ has always been the Almighty’s way of keeping our head and feet firmly on the ground…

So the things that stand out most in my memory right now…let’s see…

I got hitched…to this wonderful guy called…Saif…who is someone who goes beyond his means and nature to see/keep me happy :)…No I’m not bragging or saying he’s perfect…no one is… but I love him with all his share of virtues and vices…and he reciprocates that 360 degrees… 🙂

We formed a band called GrooveTrap and after loads of toil and trouble released our debut album…but I wouldn’t change the ‘toil and trouble’ part for anything… met so many wonderful people on the way that it more than makes up for it all…

My nephew…Areeb (picture below)…was born on April 27…and I finally got to see him and spend time with him for the six months that bhaia and Tanu was in Dhaka for bhaia’s PhD research work. The first time I was alone with him in a room (I was putting him to sleep) I couldn’t help but start crying…I couldn’t control it…and it went on to show me an inkling of how much love parents feel for their children…I’m just his aunt. It must be quite frightening…

Saif and I also lodged our Permanent Residency application for Australia for the state of Melbourne. I’m excited and apprehensive all at the same time regarding what the future will hold for us there…if we at all win the PR in the first place. But there are friends and family there… so even if we fall at times I know they’ll be there to lend a hand to help us up…

I had one of the most wonderful birthdays in 2008…I knew that Saif would surely be planning something with our closest friends…and on the eve before my birthday, after playing at a gig, we’d all gone to Pizza Hut to have dinner…where they had the waiters unexpectedly do their regular ‘special birthday song & dance’ while I had to sit high up on the chair (thankfully I got away from standing on top of the chair by giving the lame excuse that my birthday was actually 4 more hours away :P)…and I thought that was it…but boy..was I wrong. I had no clue of what was coming and I’m going to dedicate a whole new post for this story…it deserves one…:)

Anyways…let me not elaborate on the bad or horrible episodes. I was never good at dwelling on such things as it always ends up making me depressed for days at a stretch…and I’m sure none of you need to know either. It’ll just spoil the whole ‘feel-good’ factor.

It’s now a whole new year ahead of me…us…In just three more days Areeb, bhaia and Tanu will be leaving for Wyoming…and I know I’ll bawl like a baby…but like Saif said…I should be thankful that Areeb is so young….he will soon forget and not go through the pain of pining for us…I wouldn’t wish it on the poor little tyke…

So here’s looking to the year ahead…and as is my way…I’ll be simply going with the flow…’planning’ for things never did work for me…it seems the Almighty always has something different in mind…lol…and once a particular moment in time has eclipsed I realize his idea of what’s best for me always outshines whatever I could’ve concocted up for myself…

Happy New Year everyone!