a grumpy me

When the beautiful sun shines outside, and you feel that its hurting your eyes.
When the cool wind blows, and you feel that its just messing with your hair and making your nose tickle.
When the flowers in the garden are smiling and swaying to and fro (well in this case, its mostly githeyo mirus gas), but you feel that its hogging all the free space.
When you listen to a flawless song such as anything by Regina Spektor, and you feel that noise pollution is causing an ear infection.
When a refreshing lemonade has been tasted, and you feel that its this gooey diabetic inflicting poison.
Well when all of the above happens to me, its time for me to realize that I have made the grave mistake of putting my big foot into my equally big mouth, and have no clue as to how I will extract it out of my mouth. Why do I mess up? And when I do make a mistake, why can't I undo the mistake? Am I the only one who doesn't get a second chance? The most special, crucial, defining moment, life as I knew could have ended at that moment, and I had to show off my mean, cruel, arrogant, obnoxious monster that I am. Shit, shitty, crap, hell, nonsense, I dont know what to say anymore. :(

keeping up with new trends

I've been so busy, didn't get the time to publish my philosophical, deep, and intellectual ramblings. You are free to laugh at me, even I couldn't write the previous sentence with a straight face. So I have been thinking about this for quite some time now. And I decided that I should write about it. See, I have never been a fashionista, don't follow the latest trends. Come to think of it, I don't know the first thing about fashion. By the time I buy something, it's already out dated.
When I was a teenager all the boys who were famous, hit or hot among ladies sported long hair. They will just grow it and then tie it. That's it.Simple. But the current generation of guys have taken fashion to a whole new level. I just don't understand it. Their hair styles made me blog. It's that inspiring.
Their hair do reminded me of some people and I will post their photos. Lets see....I just think that these kind of hair styles should be sported by women, it suits them better. Don't you think so?No pressure, just a thought.

uneventful

Wow, I can't believe that even my ramblings have come to an abrupt hold. Nothing comes to mind. Not an effing thing. See I'm so empty in the head that I used 'effing' just now. I had sworn that I wouldn't use it coz its so uncool. But since I'm feeling creatively challenged I will let this one pass.

Hmm what to do, I have the urge to write but no topics no material whatsoever......OK, lets just write about what happened so far.

Well woke up pretty late. Nothing novel about that. 'Waking up late' is my rather unusually long middle name.

I made this 'kanneli mas' curry, and contrary to popular belief (my kind relatives and their kind comments regarding my cooking) I think it is as distasteful as Justin Bieber. At first I thought maybe it didn't go well with rice, but it might go well with bun. But this wasn't the case. It just doesn't go well down my throat. Maybe not enough salt, maybe too much garlic, maybe too much onion? Nah it's just some watery water with some spices tossed into it. It was just another mistake of my life that I'm going to have live with but hopefully forget by the time I write my next article.

Can't watch MNBC, connection cut due to some maintenance work. The irony of the whole situation I tell you. I never watch MNBC, well almost never. I habitually watch 'Filmy Udhares' and 'Maakanaa Show'. And haveeru ge tea and hedhikaa doesn't digest unless I watch cartoon, while eating. What can I say some habits die hard. I do this when I'm alone, not when I have company.

And yes, I was supposed to go to the capital city, but couldn't because I thought I might be caught amongst the strikers. It was only after canceling the trip I came to know that they have called off the strike till tomorrow.

Really bored right now, yawning, sleepy again, not due to lack of sleep but due an overload of boredom, crashing my body's system. There isn't a book, or a movie interesting enough to kill this boredom. Maybe some music might help. Yeah it helped, I'm no longer sleepy. Lord bless internet radio. Apparently I'm listening to alternative rock. Thank god I'm not listening to anything that requires head banging, because I just can't do it. Not even if I was held at gun point. I actually did head bang once, at a death metal show, and unfortunately I even watched the show on tape and saw the saddest scene of my life, me head banging. It was as weird as seeing Dr. Aminath Jameel bump dancing, Naifaru dhohokko speaking French, Dr. Abdul Majeed Abdul Baree saying 'voulez vous coucher avec mois si soir', or Kuda Ibbe playing the part of Clint Eastwood in 'the good the bad and the ugly'. Anyway I swore that I would never head bang again.

I will go and burn a dhun dhandi now. Bye bye......

ferry rides

See, I have this compulsion to pick at the flaws of everything and everyone around me. But I also have a really nice quality and that is , I don't point out these flaws of others directly to them, I just secretly write about them in my blog. I just don't like hurting people. What can I say, I am a really nice human being.And so I shall continue with my topic of the day.

Don't you just love the ferry rides between Male' and Hulhumale' ? The office going/school going crowd doesn't have to answer the question, I know how tough life is for you. I am just one of the few privileged people who takes the ferry to go to Male' just for fun, not because I have to earn or learn anything. And as we all know there is a downside to everything in life, excluding Paulo Coelho's books. There's no downside to his books. They are perfect, long live his books. So anyways as I was saying the downside of ferry rides. I have somewhat changed my views recently and I have decided that I am going to overlook my problems in regard to ferry rides and I will just go with the flow. But it doesn't mean that I can't write about them, right?

There are certain categories of people that one is bound to meet on each and every ferry. So let's explore these categories.
1. This group consists of two to three persons. And it's definite that at least two of them will be females. They are always seated near the window and there is a reason why they are seated near the window. See they will be eating, drinking or chewing something. And after 10 minutes into the ride they will do the unspeakable act. I would like Mr. Island President to know this. They will start throwing the empty containers of whatever that they were eating, drinking or chewing into the sea. They will just happily, gleefully, more gleeful than the cast of Glee, throw everything into the sea. I wonder whether anyone has told them that it's WRONG, and that they shouldn't do that. And usually the child in this group wouldn't initiate the act, but the seemingly grown up, supposedly sensible one in the group will say ' geney dharifulhaa theethi ehlaalan'. And at this point my jaw just drops, yes each and every time.
2. In this gang of three there is a 2/4 year old child, a female and the other one could be a male or a female. This group also sits near the window. The two grown ups will be either deeply lost in conversation, or just lost staring at an imaginary point far far away. Meanwhile 2/3 of the child will be out of the window, happy and amazed by the surroundings. And at this point my heart can be found somewhere along my throat.
3. Now this group consists or couples or just two males. And they have a really difficult time keeping their feet on the ground. Their legs are always up on the seat in front of them. They won't care if they are wiping their soles on someone's bum. Maybe they are carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders and they just couldn't care less of the inconvenience they are causing the other passengers.
4. These are the people who can be found in abundance. But since I'm not one of them I will write about them. They will always take the first seat of all the rows. And as a result everyone else has to squeeze their way in. The slightly chubby ones has to rub their bums on these inconsiderate people's faces.
5. This is the foreign nationals category. The 'whites' are always engrossed in intellectual conversations. The 'blacks' well they are quite quiet always. And the 'Japanese/ Chinese' well they are clicking photos, trying to smile at everyone they make eye contact accidentally and they also like standing at dhirunbaa kolhu staring at the horizon. Now the above mentioned people can't be found in most of the ferries. But the Bangladeshis, well they can be found in every ferry, corner, street, shop, mosque, park, car park, Sultan's park etc. And no matter what they are doing or where they are, you can guarantee one thing. And that is their expression. I don't know what to call that expression, but you can see the same expression if you go to youtube and watch the day President Obama took oath, Mitchel Obama's expression is the one that all the Bangladeshi's carry on their faces.
And I don't belong to any of the categories mentioned above, but I'm one of those passengers who has an arrogant Margaret Thatcher like expression. Only a tiny bit moodier. Bye.

..............The Sequel.............

And let's continue with my tragic tales regarding modern inventions and technology. But since the last post was too long for my liking, I'm gonna make this one shorter. So here's the list of deaths accidentally caused by me. Death of mobile phones due to my negligence or whatever:
1. Mr. Samsung drowned in a tea pot.
2. And the stylish Nokia, which didn't know how to swim was killed in a twirl with the day's laundry in the washing machine.
3. And its cousin Nokia was run over by a car, that too a huge one, on a highway, in broad day light.
( this might sound funny but it really wasn't funny at all, me jumping out of an auto rikshaw, running to the middle of the road, only to open my hand bag and see that the phone had been crushed by the damned car.) The aftermath was scary as a car nearly took my bum with it, it was a highway so this was bound to happen.
4. And I still remember the bizarre incident, when a mobile of mine was cut in two halves after coming in contact with the ceiling fan. This was how freak accidents came into existence.
5. One phone was underneath a chair, and I sat on it, which crushed the phone as it was resting between the ground and one of the chair's legs.
And there were other many such accidents that I no longer wish to discuss. And I almost forgot to mention how I had lost 1 and broken 3 head phones within 6 months. By the way regarding the head phone I lost, if Yogesh the desk boy or Lakshmi the housemaid of the apartment I was staying at is reading this, I know it's one of you who took my head phone. Let me end this post by letting u in on how I broke one of my head phones. The end of the cord broke because of a friction between my belly button and the laptop.
The end.
The end.

Don't know why..........

I really don't know why technology, electrical appliances etc hates me and vice versa. I have had only bad luck so far. Things tend to break, burst into flames or just disappear without a reason when I'm around. Here is the heart breaking story about my beautiful laptop, with whom I had dreamed of getting old. After buying this laptop, may I add that I got it from Atsers with a beautiful installment plan. The initial two months were spent in bliss.
It was a day like any other, well just slightly better coz I was planning on watching this very cool movie. I was lazying around in bed with my lap top, you see we were like Siamese twins back then. Anyway I was summoned for breakfast ( I used the word summoned because I have never used it in my blog and not because I live in Buckingham palace). So after breakfast I thought of watching that awesome movie that I mentioned earlier. I had left my laptop on the floor near my bed. I'm gonna call my lap top Ayya from now on coz it will take less time to finish my story. So I picked up Ayya and I think I actually saw my whole life flash before my eyes, I got a temporary migraine and my vision became blurry. Ayya's screen was smashed, I can just see some whitish blue light from the screen. Just two inches from the top left corner and the bottom right corner were spared, other than that Ayya was now deformed all over. To this day I dont know who the culprit was. I suspect the house keeper or my brother. But I couldn't interrogate coz I was too scared that my parents might kill me for being so careless. I hid Ayya for a month until I figured out what I was gonna do with it.
It's been a little over an year since the incident. Now let me tell you how I operate Ayya . Ayya doesn't have the luxury like other laptops, you know like leaving home and going out for fresh air and see what a beautiful world this is, because I couldn't replace the screen, so it's connected to a monitor. And the keys don't work either so I'm using an external keyboard as well. But I can't buy another laptop and throw Ayya, coz I don't think I can survive another ordeal of this sort. So this is the story of how I broke my laptop, and there's some more to come. So I shall write a sequel, maybe in a few hours. Bye.

BACK BUT DEFINITELY WITHOUT A BANG

I was missing the good old days when I used to be an active blogger. Its been ages since I wrote anything. I think I stopped blogging because I ran out of ideas or rather I ran out of topics. But I have realized after reading my previous posts, that I actually never had a topic to write about. I just rambled on and on. So I think it is about time that I started rambling on again. I wonder whether much has changed at mvblogosphere. There are many new bloggers and most of them actually have a topic to write about unlike me.
Maybe I should write about the horrible but historically irrelevant ( irrelevant to the society not to me) incident that strengthened my belief that pets are a nuisance and animals and humans need not coexist in close proximity. It was a nice sunny day, it was before we were faced with the gloomy, cloudy, rainy cold five day show. I have a terminally ill washing machine. The dryer doesn't work, and the rest of the machine also works when it feels like. And it was one of those days when the machine thought it would be hilarious if it ignored all of my instructions and acted dead. I wasn't particularly amused since, I had a lot of bed sheets to wash. Anyway I decided that I was going to have the last laugh and not the 'supposedly dead' washing machine. So I just hand washed them, I should have known even then and there that something is not quite right. As I am a very lazy person, so ideally I shouldn't have the energy to hand wash BED SHEETS. So after all that washing I was happy about two things. Number 1. I won and the washing machine lost. Number 2. All that washing must have burnt a few calories in this body of mine. I took the bed sheets out and hung them out to dry. Actually I spread them on the joalifathi, the sun was scorching hot so I new that I would have clean, dry and very fresh bed sheets by the evening. Evening came and I had totally forgotten about the HAND WASHED precious laundry outside. After dinner I brought them inside. I was glowing because my hard day's labour had resulted fruitful. So before putting the laundry down, I felt this irresistible urge to smell it. So I took a deep breathe in, and with it came the freshest smell of cat urine. And I even rubbed my face in it ( take note it was before I realized that it contained cat urine). FYI, I know this cat, not personally, but we have crossed path a few times.
This is why I keep my distance from animals of all sorts, but still I had to face this horrible, emotionally scarring incident. And I had to take a shower too. The bed sheets were washed again by a loved one. Bless her. See this was irrelevant, unlike the documentary about our young president. But in my case all the events are based on true first hand experiences. Ok then. The end.