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Bangla panus have always amazed me. The extremely interesting descriptions of the human body, the very peculiar sound effects and the wonderful titles, what more could you possibly want? I still remember the first book I read. It was called "Shashurir Joubon". During the school days, with no cd's or dvd's handy, these books were all we got. We used to get them from footpaths in College street, outside Shealdah railway station and later from old book sellers in Golpark. But we still were oblivious of things more worthy than these books. We didn't know bangladeshi panu books existed. Now, thanks to the wonderful thing called internet, we have access to the treasury of Bangladeshi panus. And god, they are the most raw and purest of literatures. They are works of art in themselves. The minute I am moved by the narrative in "Foxy begum saheba", I go on to read "Jounotar bondore nishidhho sukh" and wonder silently at the sheer creativity of the author. I really wish these authors will get their due credits someday. I, for one, would never forget their contributions in contemporary bengali literature.

And I am particularly happy because someone I know also writes bangla panu in her blog. Go and see if you can find them :D

I have suspected it for long. Now I have proof. Alcohol does open the floodgates of my creativity. I have been planning to write this short story for the last two months. I know exactly what I want to write. But somehow, I couldn't decide on the how part. Last night, a peg of Jack on the rocks and voila! I hope to finish it in a few days time and send it to where I want.

P.S: IIM Indore released their yearly online puzzle Klueless 4 a few days back. And I am already loving it. Those interested can check at Klueless . All the best.

This must be the end. I am sure. In a few days I will either drift to complete insanity or die. I can tell. The sign, is, here.
Oh about the sign, I spent an hour on my bed, turning all possible ways, trying all possible postures and still couldn't sleep.

Did I mention I bought myself these two large size posters?


And as a result got the below for free. Yay!!



I watched Amir Khan's new film "Ghajini"s trailer. Its supposedly a hindi remake of Nolan's "Memento" where Amir puts on a blue shirt and dances around on a sea beach and sings romantic songs. So much so for Nolan's ass. Anyway, the trailer turned out to be a good comic relief as I fell off my chair laughing. And now, some persons may come after me and actually try to kill me as I write out the next sentence. "Taare zameen par" seems to have been chosen as India's oscar entry which goes on to show why we haven't won any in all these years. And to think of it, the selection committee in all probabiliies haven't even heard of "No smoking". At this point of time, I say "peace!" and talk about other not-so-controversial things.

I dreamt that I had won the first prize in a bangladeshi quiz show hosted by Chandril Bhattacharya and received a free tram ticket to Dhaka downtown. I had no idea whether the bangladeshi's were aware of the uptown, downtown concept till I came across this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tv-eTzb2BH4

Wonderful creation, this.

My closest buddy called me up and proudly announced "dude, you'll never be on the right side of 25 again".

Few minutes later, he again said "in 5 more years, you'll be 30!". Well, thanks for the breaking news.

I always thought I was the king of pimples. I mean, I am 25 and still the pimples refuse to leave my pockmarked face that resembles the dark side of the moon. But yesterday I saw my Taiwanese roomie had a pimple as big as my right ball. He had to go to a health center and get a plaster on it. And he is like 29 years old!

I had the wrong notion that I can still gulp down 750ml of whiskey in a single night. I could manage only half of it. And fell asleep.

I watched the India Australia ongoing test match for 10 mins. India were cruising at 85 for no loss. At the end of that 10 min period, India were 101 for 3 wickets.

When everyone was going berserk over Mr.Obama's victory and crying to his wonderful speech, I was busy watching "Who's nailin Paylin".

I am old. And I am a loser.

Please pray for me :(

The silver jubilee!

Happy birthday to me! And screw the world, for what I care. I give a rat's ass as to who remembers it and who doesn't. Its my birthday and I am loving it.

Ok, this is creepy. For the first time in my life, I woke up in the middle of the night screaming "no! no!" with my hands stretched out. I saw a dream. A weird one. There was this "sinister" looking woman in my house. She had already influenced my parents and was trying to control my thoughts, trying to hyptonise me. I tried fighting her with my mind. I couldn't. As she gained control over my mind, in a desperate attempt to fight back I stretched out my arms and shouted "no! no!". That is when I woke up. And I couldn't sleep for another hour. The dream stayed with me. Vividly. And I have never been scared before. Not of dreams, not of anything. Never. So, why now? Is this the breaking point?

I guess I will put off my daily dose of horror films for a few days.

Kahani puri Filmi hai

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