Thursday, May 04, 2006


Wednesday, April 19, 2006
11:24:15 PM

Ahem…so here I am, transformed…once again…for better. It had been a helluva emotional roller coaster for me this April. I was in Dhaka, my hometown…rather my homecity…and it had been quite enriching from every angle, despite the initial confusion and anxiety due to my father’s illness. Just a couple of hours delay at the airport while flying off to Dhaka, and all was well with the world…It’s just so lovely to fly off in the middle of the night! I could see the stars above and the lights below…what a magnificent view! Only a flight over The Himalayas can challenge such an extraordinary view. It seemed like I was a light year nearer to the constellations…I hated when the lights went on inside the craft after the initial take-off period.

I discovered a new fast food chain-store this time called American Burger in Dhaka…ironically, it had the best chicken sandwiches I ever tasted…toasted bread with the brownish borders chopped off, crisp and highly palatable, unlike any sandwiches here at Kolkata…and the chicken inside…ummm, don’t even want to remind myself about it…it was so damn good, man! I won’t reveal the goodness of the chicken by describing the exact taste like Hemingway…instead I must…and I repeat, I must mention the books I got back from HOME…well, HOME???…huh, well, yeah…HOME:

Chariots of The Gods? – Daniken
Return of The Gods – Daniken
According to The Evidence – Daniken
The Paranormal Files – S.R. Webb & Sons
Alien Base – Timothy Good
Lust For Life (a fictional biography of Van Gogh) – Irving Stone
Classic Folk Tales From Around The World
From Socrates To Sartre: A Philosophical Quest – T.Z. Lavine
The Puma’s Shadow – A.B. Daniel
The Misanthrope & Other Plays – Moliere
Persuasion – Jane Austen
The Complete Works Of Shakespeare
La Nuit Bengali – Mircia Eliad
Inshallah – Oriana Fallaci

I gave away my Robin Cook novels and A Beautiful Mind by Sylvia Nassar to a friend before coming to Calcutta…

And some lovely Science Fiction stories by Md. Zafar Iqbal, Bengali novels by Humayun Ahmed…and the Western thrillers and Masud Rana thrillers from “Sheba Prokashoni”…and much much more…

I did not, and I could not bring War And Peace by Leo Tolstoy (well, duh, who else?)…and Frankenstein by we all know who…I did not make the mistake of bringing “Pride & Prejudice” and “Emma”…And I did bring “Jane Eyre”, but didn’t find “Heidi”…damn!

And I brought “Brer Rabbit Again” by Enid Blyton…lovely stories they are, man!
Let’s not burden ye readers with the CDs I brought…whenever things get smoother for me, I am reminded of the sine curve which depicts the symmetry of everything existing in nature…good times are almost always followed by bad times and vice versa…I installed Pepsi Desktop Theme from an old CD in my new comp…it’s utterly ludicrous…and I love it!

I am so pleased to get back my Sketch Book…I got the Warrior Women sketch I made…did I not whine about it a lot??? Damn! I can’t believe I got everything back…even my guitar! Joan Baez, please shed all your talents at my direction…And I pray to the souls of Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Don McLean and the rest, living and dead…

Let’s not discuss anymore about what I got…I am through with it now…Just amuse yourself, if you will, when you know about the momentary turbulence I had to suffer inside the aircraft while flying back to Calcutta…The poor F28 craft got itself in the midst of a mild storm, which was skillfully survived by the young, handsome and able pilot (I know he’s handsome cos I met him later at the airport at Dumdum!)…man, I didn’t even spill my cola drink during the incident! And I must mention the smoothness of the landing…what a pilot! I experienced the most comfortable landing in my whole damn life of flying far and wide…I wish I knew the pilot’s name and contact no. Does he have a blog??? Uhmmm…not a possibility…ananya, just get a grip of yourself! I mean, don’t fall for a pilot, at least…they are pretty dumb besides being able to fly that Foker craft…

And just forgot to mention: Meroon, don’t be so excited about my blog…there’s nothing in it except my full-of-incidents yet dull life…so don’t close down your ‘space’ in msn…and I hope we meet like this every-time I am in Dhaka…and don’t worry about girls not falling for you…remember, masturbation is the key to all human loneliness…don’t laugh, it’s true…I mean, I don’t really mean the literal masturbation here…I mean to say that one has to find ways to be happy with himself…and that’s the key to….DAMN!!! When did I start talking like this??? Just don’t listen to me…I don’t talk much sense these days, which is again, a very good thing to develop!

Fooled by Food!

Saturday, April 01, 2006
9:10:26 PM

Had brilliant food after a long, long time…the chilly roast pork was too good…I am not much of a pork glutton, but it was too good to deny. Thanks to Shubhro. So much better to celebrate shubhro’s birthday instead of April Fool’s day. Interestingly, we were talking of Ham Radio while having pork…

I fooled my mother in the morning…the best way anyone could fool me ever was on 1998. Now, don’t expect me to remember the time…the date is too obvious…Fatty apologized for her little sister who tore my childhood photo that I gave her…I was so upset…it’s just the sort of thing to fool me…when I was nearly sulking to great heights, she produced the photo out of her bag…Schooldays, ahh! They were so lovely. I’m sure everyone would agree on this.

I had a very strange dream yesterday night. Well, ‘strange’ is not new for me…but the dream is…I saw myself in Puri, Orissa. It was nighttime…I saw that I was strolling towards the beach, anticipating the glimpse of the vast ocean…the kind of vastness that can make you speechless…in other words, scared…blissfully scared, to be more precise…but when I went there, a stinky pond appeared, and someone told me that the beach has shifted somewhere else, a bit farther…and when I stroll a little farther, I see a very, very HIGH wave…very high…well, very tall…the kind that can hit you in a Tsunami…I mean, you wouldn’t be alive to keep seeing it…but in the dream, the wave just kept on soaring higher and higher and never seemed to fall on its trough…now, this can only possibly happen if the earth was of an elongated, oval shape…then perhaps gravity would have acted in a different manner…what a metaphysically stimulating dream!


Monday, March 27, 2006
10:43:00 PM

I have nothing to write now…there’s nothing I can think of right now…I think I have lost it…just like I lost my sketching skills before…I have lost my thoughts that weave into writing…I am cursed…I am sure somebody did voodoo on me…I will be at a loss of words for a long stretch of time…I have a feeling like that…can u believe how excruciatingly torturesome it is for me? Even if I do write something, it won’t do the blah blah for the blah blah…see, I have lost all means of expression…I have to do with blah blah since I can’t think of an appropriate idiom…in fact, I can’t think of anything whatsoever…

This is of no good, I can assure it…I will only divulge myself into more of natal chart interpretation…I have already started it…it’s utter witchcraft, man…the only thing I can think of right at this moment is I am having a bad stomach…

Are protagonists supposed to be like this? Think of nothing else but a bad stomach???

Note on Sychophant

Thursday, March 23, 2006
11:53:33 PM

Solar-Neptunian, Frogstar-type people. Uninteresting little fellows. And sorta thick! They put me into the Total Perspective Vortex. They didn’t do everything to do ‘that’ for doing ‘this’. They tried to out-weird me by doing ‘this’ and ‘that’. Well, thiz iz very intherezzing…especially now that I have been through the Vortex, I have learnt that I am Zze One…Me, me, me…I, I, I…thiz iz my Universze. I go where I like…After being slightly foolish for not knowing what I know, I now know that I know what I must know to know exactly that, which I have always known…I am just curious if they have an iota of grey-matter inside their Prostetnic cranium.

A.T. People with Prostetnic cranium have a very peculiar habit of staring up at their immediate upper layer of ether from underground and believe that they are ambitious in that they are always looking up, when they are only ogling at the earth and have no idea of the outer-space beyond…wretched petite worms…

Index:A.T. – After thought.