Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Arts and Annoyances

I am sitting in one of the most beautiful places at uni. It has a little fountain, many trees filled with absolutely green leaves, some with pink or red flowers; and it is surrounded by one of the oldest buildings at uni on all four sides. There are brown park benches here and there, with a silver sign on each: 'NO SMOKING. VENTILATION AIR INTAKE IN THIS AREA.' Ironically, as soon as I read the sign, I smelt smoke. Looking around, I found a man smoking away (slightly guiltily?). I think I frowned at him frequently enough - he stubbed his cigarette and left after a while. There's a nice breeze blowing now. I am listening to a not-so-famous band playing a song called 'niyom bhangar gan' (direct translation: rule breaking song). It has some really nice imageries. The first few lines can be translated to something like this:
Clouds are travelling to the land of the ocean,
Ocean waves are travelling to your place,
I say, damn this rain!
...
Okay this is not working. I shall paste the actual words:


মেঘেরা চলেছে সাগরের দেশে,
ঢেউয়েরা চলেছে তোমার ঘর,
আমি বলেছি, ধুৎছাঁই বৃষ্টি!
সূর্য্য আকাশকে করেছে আজ পর

পিকাসোর ছবি, লোরকার কবিতায়
আজ কিসের যেন ছন্দপতন,
এই বাড়ি, এই গাছ - কিছু থেমে নেই আজ
রাস্তা বইছে নদীর মতন।

If you cannot read the above, yes, you are missing out. This just made me realise yet again that one language can never substitute for another. I really have to start learning that language that I have been wanting to learn soon!

There are flower petals scattered around this brown bench.. Totally missing my camera.


I have made a new start on self-discipline. For possibly the billionth time. Amongst other things, I have decided to spend no more than ten minutes on Facebook everyday. Since it has only been three days since I made this decision, I am not yet quite sure about how I am going... however, I would like to think I am being great at being a 'grown-up'. :P

So, the day that I turned twenty went something like this: wake up, do some things that I cannot even remember any more,  rush around the house while A&SB get ready to leave for a week, lunch, mop most of the floor downstairs because the tiles-guy left dust everywhere (it has been three days and my entire body is still hurting!), eat, sleep.

The gifts that I received were all very nice surprises! I think the fact that I keep reiterating my love of surprises helped. :D
- An album filled with 'my-type' songs
- I found out that the core price of my laptop will be paid for my my brother and sister, as suggested by my lovely mother! She initially suggested it to be paid for by one of my siblings, while the other gives me something else. I was quite surprised, and extremely grateful! (even though I think it didn't show in my face... they looked a little confused.)
- Two beautiful photos were dedicated to me on facebook, one by FG, who now definitely knows what my favourite flower is; and the other by CJ - the amazing photographer friend of FG. :)
- Countless wall posts...
- Last, but certainly not the least: Eight beautiful roses from FG, along with a heartfelt card that I read many times and smiled every time (the first time was while walking, I had to make sure I didn't bump into people while I walked with roses and a card, with a silly smile on my face. Funny that the first time that happened was from a female best friend! :P)

The roses were so amazingly beautiful that I was very sorry that I had to wait for about six hours before I could put them in water. Even after two days, they still seem quite fresh. Although, that night, I did not think it would last too long, so I took a photo, even though the lighting was horrible and my night photos usually turn out equally horrible. Even though I have manual options in my camera, I never really use them (unless I am experimenting). This time, I used the 'aparture control' option, manually focussed it, resting the camera on the table (my hands shake beyond belief). And this is how it turned out:


I have already shared this photo in many places. I am that excited about taking a decent photo. (Yes, if you must, that gives you the license to call me sad...)

I am reading this book by Shomoresh Mojumder. I love his books because of their details, the way he creates his characters. However, after every book, I feel extremely depressed. They are like drugs that you can't stop taking half way through, even though you know that they will not end well.

Some guy came and gave me a book on Jesus then asked for a coin for printing costs. He crossed a long distance to get to me, and he did not do so to any other people sitting around. I have my headphones visibly on and I have a frown on my face that says 'I don't feel like talking to people today.' He asked if I read much, I said yes, he said, what, I said, dunno. *go away sign*. He said 'shukria, do you understand hindi'. 'no'. 'dhonnobad? where are you from?' And then he went on talking for the next five minutes about how he came from Bangladesh too but his accent is different from mine because he came a little later than I did and etc etc etc. I think he realised that he isn't really helping and left after a while. I think the same guy gave me a free CD (in exchange for coins for publishing cost, obviously) for something. I never ended up listening to it...

And I have another smoker somewhere nearby. I do not understand what part of the current Government initiatives on smoke packets aren't getting them off smoking. Idiots.

Anyway, that is all.

3 comments:

  1. whats the next two lines of that lyrics??
    i m curious to know..

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  2. Here's the whole lyrics. I just posted the first eight lines because they have a vivid imagery that I love!!


    মেঘেরা চলেছে সাগরের দেশে,
    ঢেউয়েরা চলেছে তোমার ঘর,
    আমি বলেছি, ধুৎছাঁই বৃষ্টি!
    সূর্য্য আকাশকে করেছে আজ পর।

    পিকাসোর ছবি, লোরকার কবিতায়
    আজ কিসের যেন ছন্দপতন,
    এই বাড়ি, এই গাছ - কিছু থেমে নেই আজ,
    রাস্তা বইছে নদীর মতন।

    শুধু নিয়ম ভেঙে হলো না দেখা তোমার আমার,
    রইলো শুধুই নিয়ম ভাঙার গান,
    রইলো শুধুই নিয়ম ভাঙার গান,
    রইলো শুধুই নিয়ম ভাঙার গান।

    মেঘেরা চলেছে ঝিনুকের দেশে,
    ঢেউয়েরা চলেছে তোমার বাড়ী,
    আমি বলেছি, আজ আসুক বৃষ্টি,
    সূর্য্য আকাশকে বলেছে আড়ি।

    পিকাসোর ছবি, লোরকার কবিতায়
    আজ কিসের যেন ছন্দপতন,
    এই বাড়ি, এই গাছ - কিছু থেমে নেই আজ,
    রাস্তা বইছে নদীর মতন।

    শুধু নিয়ম ভেঙে হলো না দেখা তোমার আমার,
    রইলো শুধুই নিয়ম ভাঙার গান,
    রইলো শুধুই নিয়ম ভাঙার গান,
    রইলো শুধুই নিয়ম ভাঙার গান।

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  3. বৃষ্টি পড়ছে.... বৃষ্টি পড়ুক!-NC

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