a li'l warning...

A little warning and advice to y'all...

NEVER - I REPEAT - NEVER go bike-riding one 'fine' morning and ice-skating the next day. You may regret it for days to come. At the moment, I literally have to lift up my leg if I need to raise my thigh above 15 degrees upwards.

Nonetheless, I'm glad to have come back home without my coccyges in excruciating pain, such as they were after my first ice-skating experience, which may have caused the commuted fractures of my femur and sacral bones..... the exact words of that threat being - "[Behind] bhenge ashle ami kintu tor duita pa bhenge dibo", followed by "Ar ami bhangbo komor". Thanks to Abbu/Ammu's threats, I am skeleton-wise intact, though same cannot be said of my (femural...?) muscles.

Ok, I don't care how much sense that made to my readers, I just wanna use some medical terminology to get myself better acquainted with them, for I am currently struggling with them very much.


Now on a different matter...
It's past 1:30am and I'm afraid to go to sleep, lest I die when I do, even though I know that whether I sleep or not, I WILL die when the time comes. "And why are you so afraid that you mention this publicaly?" - I hear you ask. Well, because I never confide in anyone (even myself, mind you), and thought that I might as well confide in everyone ... in a way, and to some extent. "And why now?" Well, because I've been living a pretty much void existance during the last ..... dear-o-dear, it's been a while,.... a loooong while.

Anyhow, like I said, it's past 1:30, so I'm not exactly thinking straight. I can see people coming on- and going off-line constantly (overseas people). I myself am getting disconnected and connecting every now and then ... as usual. Catherine Zeta Jones is still on!!! Wonder what she's doing at this ungodly time!!! Studying, I suppose. Speaking of which, I better do some myself. The horrid med sc will be the death of me. Our lecturer wants to start tute for it from next week!!! A fat lot of good that's gonna do after 7 weeks of more-or-less good-for-nothing-but-sleeping lectures... *grumble, grumble, grumble*.

Les Miserables

Ooops ... I meant to say the following ...


Castle On A Cloud

There is a castle on a cloud,
I like to go there in my sleep,
Aren't any floors for me to sweep,
Not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a room that's full of toys,
There are a hundred boys and girls,
Nobody shouts or talks too loud,
Not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a lady all in white,
Holds me and sings a lullaby,
She's nice to see and she's soft to touch,
She says "Cosette, I love you very much."

I know a place where no one's lost,
I know a place where no one cries,
Crying at all is not allowed,
Not in my castle on a cloud.

Thursday, September 1, 2005

The phone starts ringing and vibrating to the tune of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight". 'She' picks it up and takes the call; - it's an expected call from 'He', The Boy.

"Hello, Assalamu alaikum," 'she' says to 'he'.
From the other side of the wonderful invention of communication comes a sound of a whole lot of people bustling around the caller. Drowning the noise comes the reply,
"Wa alaikum assalam" ... pause ... "...uuuhm, amar ajke ashte deri hobe."
"Koytay ashba?"
"Atta-noytay."
"Tumi kothay?"
"Why don't you take a guess?", a cheeky reply expecting a known, and obvious, answer.
"Library," - the reply is ho hum, not catching the cheekiness in 'he's' question.
"Congratulations! You got it!"
And the cheekiness becomes obvious. 'She' asks with a smile,
"Which library?"
"I'll give you another guess," - the equal level smile is obvious in 'he's' words.
"Oh! lemme guess ... uni!"
"Oh, you're on fire today, aren't you?! What next?"
The words exchange end here with "Allah Hafez" and "Khoda Hafez" being said at the same time.

... and so does my post.


Note: In case you can't tell, 'she' and 'he' are sister-brother of 'twinzy' relation.