Monday, 21 September 2009

Pathologically incapable of rest..

"You're pathologically incapable of rest", said my friend.

I had no answer.

Here I am, sick for the past two days, yet today morning I almost left for office. I was ready, coughing my guts out, but ready to leave. Then I changed my mind. Not because I thought I should rest ,mind you, but because there was another reason not to go to work other than being sick.

Well that's me. Firstly, being sick makes me very irritated with myself.
So I go like, " Dude, how could you do this to yourself ? ". After a brief discourse on mind over matter with myself, I usually end up convincing myself of not being sick. So, yes, I am incapable of rest, in a way.

But today I thought about it. Why is it that I am incapable of rest? Why is that I must keep moving?
I am yet to find the answer.

Perhaps I am one of the restless kinds..

Or perhaps, when you are moving, everything beside you is a blur, you miss out on the details, you do not realise who is with you, or isn't...

Monday, 14 September 2009

8 running...6 to go..

So I have been working for 8 days straight now..went to office even on Saturday and Sunday...and will continue this uninterrupted chain till this week too. That is such a drag considering the fact that it means being caged in a glass facade building, sitting in front of a PC, smoking at stipulated breaks and all such corporate dogma. The problem with corporate dogma is that in its aim to increase productivity, it is terribly short sighted. Spending time inside office does not equate to productivity. This is something the most managers (at least the ones I have encountered) fail to understand. Anyway, the irony of the situation is that the imminent future makes this whole 14 days of continuous work so pointless for me, yet it is also THE reason why I am going through with it.

The good part is that after this non-stop work fortnight, I leave for home for 11 days. A much needed break.

However the week is taking its toll and my plans for everything else have been postponed till the time I return from home.

P.S. I am currently reading Sputnik Sweetheart by Murakami, and I think I am already in love with Sumire..

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Tattoo cravings..

I have been craving for a new Tattoo for long . Right now I am at the point where this craving is almost tipping over. So I must get one soon.

No..not my dream fullback one..I still do not have the money for it *sigh*. But another of those smaller ones..just an addition to my already tattooed left upper arm.

I got meself an artist too. She comes with recommendation from a friend.
If only I can pin down the design now...

Suggestions people..

Thursday, 3 September 2009

Growing up on anime..

We, who grew up in the 1980s, when TV had a lesser choice of channels but a better choice of programs, spent a lot of our early years watching Hindi-dubbed versions of foreign animation serials.

A lot of us remember Mowgli and the cartoons that came from Disney franchise. However, much before "Jungal jungal baat chali hain.." had captured the heart of every kid, there was this one anime series which had an equally endearing story and an equally catchy tune to it...

I do not know how many remember it, but for a long while it was THE song for me. So here it is...Taro the dragon boy...

Do you remember the song, or should I youtube it for you?

Tuesday, 1 September 2009


This is where my Dad was born, this the land he had to flee as a child..

This is the home I have never seen, this is where I plan to
go someday..

Kishoreganj, earlier a part of Mymensingh..