I would mind saying my life was not a cool one, I mean yah I had been bruised, I fell down, I had the toughest time but still that was how it destined to be! At times I would feel like talking with no one, dejected in my own made walls, stopped laughing but again life is probably like that. You really need to get out from shit, wash yourself, wear fragrance and start over again. I must had many memories which still are glittering like a gemstone and would give me fuel to go along with another half of my life. I am a little influenced from the blog of awesome in some extent while I chose the subject but I hope it will not give reader the same old feeling.
I had a wonderful extended family back in my town. Even who didn't live there would come to stay during festivals - and we got all the cousins and uncles aunties to mingle with. We used to had competitions among us, There were poetry, recitation, singing, chess, carrom, cricket (We used to call ourselves 40 battalion!, we could come up with quite a good set of cricket team) and yes gossiping! For these days we were free of doing any homework or study--that's probably one of the reasons we loved it that much! The competitions were divided in category wise, afterall you can not expect me being aged 4 or 5 competing with my cousins who were of 14-15 that time! I can't recall getting any prizes though, but my brothers and sisters usually were with handful of them. I must had missed the family gathering and feel this was AWESOME!
#2 : Learnt while playing
They say playing is one way of learning. I even don't know when I started playing outdoor. We loved to play almost every-time. Not only outdoor even we all brothers didn't let go the opportunity to play even in-front of our garage or rooftop of house! While outside we played cricket in winter and football for whole the year, in house experience was not so broad. Mom's cold gaze limited ourselves happy with cricket only...oh no wait I can remember we once practiced skating for 3-4 months in our dining space, hehehe, you know like whirling along-with the dining table, feels like you will just fall on the ground with your never-stable head? That was so AWESOME!
#3: Of friendship, of love of it
Hanging around with friends is in my blood. I will do injustice if I don't mention our all-board hanging around with school friends in the school or after the tuition we used to have for class 9 and 10. Some bunches of school going guys with a ready-to-fall heart, mischievous face and eyes with full dreams. We made this as our daily routine to talk about almost anything of the world and once it was started it didn't like to take any break. Last couple of years of school probably another awesomest thing to many of the guys. With a wave of testosterone and teen hormone they become ruthless, the teachers they used to get scared become toothless tigers. Being seniors in merely a high school make them feel like all grown up, matured, making their own rules. Taking break almost in every class, going out to have a round over the school street, eating jhalmuri, taking colored icecream all seem too AWESOME then and also now!
#4: Raindrops on my lips made me thirsty
Growing up in a small town is a blessing back in Bangladesh. You get the opportunity to be in touch with the nature and again get the fair share of urban flavor. Specially rainy days were something we would cherish for long. Came to school in a bright sunny day and it converted to a water festival were very usual scene. We never mind pulling ourselves in the school ground during the rain and play till it stops, or just a long ride on bicycle while it rained so heavy and for so long. Every bit of the drop gets into your hair, your skin, your lips...making your sweaty day to a complete heaven. gusty water over my face while riding a bi cycle with as much speed as I could, unable to open my eyes in heavy rain, returning home after being drenched all through had been so wonderful!
How many of you really tasted mango? I mean, let me be a little clear, how many of you have plucked the mango from a mango tree while it's still fresh and just got ripe and eat it from the branch? Have you ever felt how it would all like? While you are going through a mango park, you see hundred of thousands mangoes hanging on with the tree, some of them are even lower than of your height, juicy, ripe, turned into yellowish, ready to put in mouth. Surrounded by a magical fragrance of mango you will stretch your hand, hold one of the most riper looking, pull it down. There will be very little fight from tree side, she will just let one of her fruits go away with a stranger. You make a hole with your sharp teeth on the mango, put it into your mouth, taking all the fresh (can it be more fresher!!) juice into your mouth while squeezing vigorously! Being one of the luckiest from my country, I had my days till teenage in a place like this. And not eating a fresh mango just plucked from the tree branch must be a miracle!
#6: A fiddling sum of happiness
I am a foodie..believe me! My size or weight does not have anything to do with it. I don't eat stuffing my face but I do like to eat my favorite foods so often. I can't forget being regular to one of the most alluring places of my town. The restaurant was a singara specialist. I never have tasted a singara so tasty, so crispy, so melting in mouth all in my life. The cook make it with lots of onion, beef pulse and masala. They used to make it some sort of small in size so that a voracious like me can gobble up 4 to 5 of them in one sitting. It had a flavor I never got in any of the singaras I put my mouth on, neither the chatni (a side pickle kind of thing to eat it with singara) they provide. After being tortured for whole 10 to 4 in school, you are hungry like anything and while you are going back to home you see these mystic looking singaras inviting you. How can you not stop by with friends and just satisfy them of their desire to be eaten? So did we, we satisfied the hungry eyes and inviting singaras for quite some years till I get to a city of honking, people, buildings - Dhaka. I have had the chance to eat in almost all the renowned restaurants who makes singara, daal-puri in Dhaka but hey all hands down....I loved the wonders the singara and daal-puri had back in my own town. That was awe---wait---some! Getting a smoking masala tea after that havoc on singara can't be explained further, can it?
A little heads up
The Blogorama is collection of my daily blog. Whereas category "Things made my life awesome" talks about my past wonderful experiences in an ascending order, "Now in my mind" says the issues I like my opinion on. "Life, in making" is recently started daily log (not so daily!), "Meditation" is something I come back so often, thought that would interest YOU too. Well, that sums it up (almost).
A constant dreamer, believe this is not the end of the world and try to make changes in my own life constantly. Life sometimes went hard and strict-my life's choices would determine whether I have taken them as lessons or punishment.
If you think someone else is the problem and is not letting you do certain things, that implies you perceive yourself a victim. Being victim is letting the person win. If you really want to make a statement: Ignore him.
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