12-12-12. Once every 10 centuries.

The much awaited 12-12-12 has finally come upon us.

So fucking what?

All the fuss, newspaper headlines, Facebook status updates- all that stuff totally got on my nerves. So, I did the math, and turns out that 12-12-12 will revisit us again in the next thousand years. They way I see it, none of us hold the slightest chance of surviving for the next 1000 years, and hence, there's no point in celebrating in such a date. My personal opinion is that I really do not see the hype behind the same number appearing thrice on the calendar. More or less everyone in Dhaka has plans for today,  except me, that is. I'm just sitting there, wondering what might be for dinner today. I tried staying away from it, and believe me, my Facebook was not helping me at all. This is just a part of what the people in my list were up to. Click on the picture for a better view.      

I can just stare.

The might be ambitious kids with telescoped on their rooftops to see if anything spicy cooks up. On the other hand, this is the day, when the Bangladeshi cricketer, and apparently, the world's best all-rounder Shakib Al Hasan is getting married to his fiance. To my horror, she isn't even hot. I mean, you're the world's BEST all-rounder, man. The bar should've been set higher. However, we respect you, and congratulations are in order. Other than that, there are people who might've already started freaking out as the "Apocalypse" is drawing nearer. But just in case it does happen, I got myself covered. You see, I'm moving. Moving far far away. It's not exactly what I call  home, but if it means saving my ass, then I'll do it.

I welcome you to my humble abode.

When all that is over- Happy Hallelujah! Not that I'm a Christian or anything, but it reminds me of something. A few months ago, I was talking to a blogger friend, and we were just talking about what we were up to. Since it was close to Eid, I told him what I had in mind for Eid, but get this: He did not seem to know what Eid was. So this time around, when Xmas rolls over, I'll talk to any Christian friends I have, pretend not to know what Christmas is, sit back and imagine the reactions they might have.

Now that the tables have turned, and the joke is on you- not so funny now, or is it? In the meantime, I'm roughing it.

And now, excuse me as I leave you to enjoy your 12-12-12, if you're one of those pathetic people, that is.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

Lunacy At It's Level Best

I think the title says it all.

Elongated periods of absolutely nothing to do has led me to this. I even tried manufacturing medical grade marijuana, but to no avail. So, I turned to my blog, to rant about my life, the people I live with, you name it.

This morning I woke up to the splash of cold water, courtesy of my brother. It wasn't morning, anyways. I didn't have lunch, because I didn't feel like. So over time, I became hungry.

I was walking around Dhanmondi today to see if I could find any good fast food- KSA standard. While I was at it, I stumbled onto a very old friend. We went way back, that honestly speaking, it was hard pocking up where we last parted ways. So, we talk for while, exchange numbers, and part ways, which brings me back to the lookout for food. And let me tell you, when you're used to having awesome food, low humidity levels- only a few moths of the total opposite can bring you to a place where you're just a stone's throw from being a thirsty bloodhound. Believe me, I'll never take the food at Fuddruckers for granted ever again. Like, ever again.

The Works- Fuddruckers. <3

Truth be told, I'd kill to eat at Outback one more time. I'm not a major foodie, but NOTHING comes between me and my food. Since I was unprepared to go cold turkey, I settled for Nandos. I buy some stuff for my family, and head home. Turns out that a few cousins showed up. So, I sent our maid to Nandos again to grab enough food for the lot.

The "hi-hello" episode ended, and we play Call Bridge for I don't know how long, since most of my cousins are born "juwaris". After losing all 3 rounds, someone realizes that Nadia, a cousin of mine wasn't anywhere around. Turns out that she was in my room, headbanging to PSY's "Gangnam Style", which is weird. I mean, headbanging to Kpop, is like breakdancing to Thrash metal, and I think we all know how wrong that is.

See, that's a perfect example of the bullshit that I go through, in my place. Not the greatest Harry Potter fan out there, but now would absolutely be the best time to receive my Hogwarts invitation.

Here's some good music for you people:

Hit and Run- Breathe Carolina

Ever since my dad left Dhaka, my mom has become quite your average business-woman. You see, it was always who took care of the family business, the paperwork, the bank accounts, the deals- all that crap. Now that he's back in Riyadh, it's my mom steering the ship. And I tell you, beloved readers, some women are straight up dumb. I mean, don't get me wrong, I adore women. It's just that they lose their brains when they got a lot of something, for instance, money.

Let's take my mother for example. After she took the business into her hands, to everyone's surprise, she scored a really good deal, and made quite a good profit. Now let me tell you, if I was on the receiving end of that deal, the first thing I'd do, is book a first class ticket to Switzerland, book an luxurious suite at the Hilton Geneve, and tour the Alps. I'd blow any remaining cash on Eminem and David Guetta shows. See, that would have been an amazing way to "utilize" the money. But no, what my mom had in my mind was to open...no wait, that is not enough build up.

She planned to open a CLOTHING LINE.

I mean, what fresh hell is this? Clothing line? I'd rather give away all the cash to Jaago Foundation, which would be a better way to blow the money. The reason being, you have no idea what the Jaago volunteers will do for money. Believe me, my cousin is a volunteer- I know what I'm talking about.

That's my volunteering cousin, Rafi, selling roses on the streets of Dhaka.

So, that's what they do, gather girls and dudes, and send them all around the capital, selling roses. Once, I was on a rickshaw, and I was stuck in traffic. A while later, one of these Jaago guys come up to me, and ask me if I want a rose. It was a guy, so it was downright awkward.

Anyways, going back, I told my mom that it was the second dumbest idea she's ever had, with the dumbest idea being giving birth to my brother. Oh brother, if you ever decide to read my blog, know that I don't hate you, but mom's idea to have you was dumb, nonetheless.

So, I tell my brother about this clothing line bullcrap mom had thought up. And sure enough, it was like, he had laughed any harder.

Mom could've made better plans, but I don't really blame her, because she always seems to get carried away. I asked my brother to keep his ears open, and sharp eyes on mom, so that she doesn't end up telling anyone about this. The reason behind me assigning this task to my brother is that not only does this dude have his rock hard ears glued to every wall of our house, but also to the very streets. If there was anyone who could dig up any dirt, it had to be this dude. But alas, he never came up with any hard hitting news.

Man, I'm so done with my family.

Also, please lookout for my apocalyptic post, which is coming out on the 21st of this month. Not a believer of the Mayans, but I'll be there to make fun. Meanwhile, let us all wait for the 12/12/12 posts on the internet.

Adios.

A Guy with a Shopping List

It was all fun and games until Dad had to leave for Riyadh. So soon after his departure, mom said that I'd have to step up, and take "his place and role". And I'm not gonna lie, but I was pretty excited at first. That's because I thought taking "his place and role", meant getting my hands on all the family money. Little did I know, that I was far off from reality.

This post is pretty big, so here's something for you to listen in the meantime.

This song was used in Step Up 3D, in the Battle of Gwai routine. Anyways, going back. It all started with me having to accompany mom to the departmental stores, and help her out with the grocery shopping. Man, I think my mom is the only person in the whole wide world who thinks that shopping for food, and groceries, are just as fun as buying clothes, shoes, and phones. No kidding.

Slowly and steadily, mom upped the ante by making me take my siblings to school, to which I agreed without an argument. But then, she had touched the wrong nerve when she said that, from now on, I'd have to do all the shopping. I thought ignoring the nagging would divert her mind from the decision. Sadly, the trick hardly seemed to work, and she came upon me with a full blown attack about why I wasn't being a proper "elder brother". So, I succumbed, and finally went grocery shopping. At least, I went down swinging. It was at this point that I realised that shopping isn't as easy as I thought it'd be. To my delight, I came back with all the right things, except for one thing- the wrong brand of mango juice, which my sister wanted. And needless to say, she had a meltdown. Such was first encounter with grocery shopping, and I wasn't really looking forward to a second encounter.

Since I'm supposed to be starting university pretty soon, my mom keeps bugging me about why I still don't know how to prepare the basic dishes, survival methods bla bla, parental concern crap, you name it. I wasn't sure where she was going with this...until she said that it was high time that I learned to cook. The moment I heard that, it was as if a rug had been pulled off from right under me. I mean, come on, I did not see THAT coming! You know, all this actually reminds me of my IGCSE days. Sometime during 2010-11, my mom, and my sister travelled to Dhaka, whilst the two of us brothers, along with Dad stayed behind in Riyadh. I was stuck with my exams, Dad with work, and my brother with...well, he's good at nothing. Since any of us hardly knew how to cook, we'd settle for fast-food every single day. KFC, Burger King, McDonalds, Pizza Hut, Herfy- every fucking day. And believe it or not, one day, we got tired of it. So the next day, we decided to eat home made food. But here's the problem: Neither Dad, nor my brother hardly knew how to boil an egg, let alone cooking. And I was out of the question. However, we were determined, it was going to be home made food, and not junkies. And finally, they came onto a middle ground.

Ladies and Gentlemen, my Dad and my younger brother decided to cook.

That exact instant, my rat instinct told me that things were gonna get ugly. They got confused between the spices, and all. To top it all off, my dad and brother got into an argument. If this went on for too long, it was sure to create some disturbances in the building, so I drew a sign on a piece of paper, and stuck it outside our flat, to ward off neighbours.

Except the fact that this sign looks a thousand times better than mine.

So yeah, they kept arguing, while I went out to get some dinner for everybody. Believe me, I was being the mature guy here. I guess this is what happens when you leave it on a dad of 3 children, and  14 year old kid to do all the cooking. I returned to find out that they've given up on their quest, and were at loggerheads. So, I got everybody at the table, and gave out dinner. I didn't know whether to consolate my dad, or my brother. But considering the fact that the Sarouk I got for dinner, which is an Arabian delight, was in front of me,  I decided it was best to concentrate on the food. However, I think my brother was really mad, so prior to the first bite of dinner I took, this is what he did.

Meant for some humor. Please do not come up with your religious issues.

So yeah, that's the mayhem we faced without a female in the family. I hope this doesn't happen a second time. Speaking of second times, I was forced to go shopping today, again. As usual, I came back with the right things. Only place I went wrong was that I got tomato chilli sauce, instead of chilli garlic sauce, which to my horror, was wanted by sister. The minute she saw it, the threw the largest tantrum you could possibly imagine. So long story short, she had another meltdown. And sure enough, it was worse than the last one.

Remember when I told you that mom said I had to start off doing a bit of cooking? Well, I thought it was out of bounds, until last week. You see, just a few days ago, a college friend of my mom's fell terribly ill, and mom went to look after her, besides her friend's mom. So, basically, I was hung out to dry alone, along with the maid, who would leave at 10pm, daily. And considering the amount of detail you know about me, you should know that I sleep really really late. I stay up blogging, watching TV, series, mainly pointless shit. So, it's bound that I get hungry sometime during the night. So, this one time, the pangs of hunger embarked upon me like the Angel of Death. And right away, I knew that this time, there was no running away. There was some marinated chicken in the freezer, and I planned to fry/bake/cook to make it edible in the least way possible. I tossed and turned and turned the chicken in every possible direction, but to my dismay, it was no good. I decided it was time to do something every true Bangladeshi teenager did. I got...Maggi noodles.

I think it was totally made for us.

You see, I always thought that all these food related issues were something easy, and not to be too worried about. I guess the proverb below sums up my mindset before I came across all this.

Lesson learned the hard way.

Such were my experiences with food. I pray that God save thee from such unfortunate events.

Later. Marzoukeh, out.

Random Life Update 2 .0

 Yet another one of my pointless banters. Hi.

As you can see, I changed the template and font of my blog, because I was bored with the old red-yellow look. I am not completely sure if this is better than the previous one, but whatever. Man, I don't think I'll ever be done complaining about my life. And as a lot of you may have noticed, many a time, all I am is a one-way street.

So, we've hit December. And, you should know how much jam packed this month is. We will be supposedly meeting the Apocalypse, as predicted by the Mayans. And then, there's our Victory Day. Or, Independence Day, I'm not sure. No kidding, but I don't have our national anthem completely memorized, either. So, I tend to mix our national holidays up. Next up, there's Christmas, if we survive the damn Apocalyspe, that is. And to top it all off, there's December the 31st, which I bet, everyone, sane or not, thoroughly enjoys.

I haven't really thought up of any plans for this year, which I really need to get at. As for December the 16th, I'll just have to make sure that I don't get too onboard with the vibes around, which might result in me doing something that is immensely messed up. Last year, at some Victory Day party, I lost my mind, and this is what I did.

In my defence, I was a year younger, and possibly, might have been drugged.

So now you have an idea of what I'm talking about. I don't have any lasting memories of that party, save this picture. I don't remember what I did then, but I can tell you what they're USUALLY like. And like it or not, they are mostly, not mostly, but always dreadful. There are people you hangout with, the aunties who love carrying tales, the uncles who would discuss nothing else, but the latest political issues, and then, there's the usual fight scene, where people start cursing at each other, in public. They say words are like bullets, but I beg to differ. I enjoy bullets way more than words. Way more.

I seem to have changed as a person ever since I moved here. You see, when I used to live in Riyadh, I used to be the polar opposite of a cat person. I know a lot of people who go like, "OMG, cats are so this, and so that." What they fail to see is, that cats are some insane, dirty, and not to mention scary sons of bitches. Little did I know, that all this was about to change. And this amazing thing happened, the day I met Snowy, who is a cat owned by one of my friends.

Behold, the most beautiful cat in all the world. People, I give, to you, Snowy.

Love at first sight.

Ever since then, I've been longing to get a pet cat. But, then I cooked up an awesome idea for a pet. My pet was going to be a baby wolf, because cats are just too mainstream.

So, when they said that I changed quite a bit, I guess they weren't completely wrong. One reason behind that, may be the lack of close friends here, and hence, the amount of fun. However, if booze and meth are your thing, Dhaka is the place to be. It used to be a lot of fun before, I tell you. I see these old pictures, and all I can wonder is how fast life changes course, without any warning whatsoever. All in all, I miss my friends. I  miss football. I miss the beloved mothership. I miss Saudi money. Simply put, I miss having fun. Not long before, this is what could be described as fun, to me. Hanging out with the awesomest friends on the face of Mother Earth. The picture below was taken at Tariq's farewell, the guy in the white checkered shirt. Behind us, is Hamad, the life of all parties.

Euphorial Climax.

So that's the turn that my life has taken, changing many a thing along with it. I was always your average T-shirt and jeans guy, and now, I'm a shirt and bermuda guy. Not the greatest change, but still as weird as any. What happened to everyone? Distance is now increasingly becoming a factor to be taken care of. What happened to all those times when everyone would get baked, and not be able to see what's 2 feet in front of them? What happened to all those times, when someone would splash a bit of water on you, thus beginning a massive water fight? What happened to graduation night? What happened to the days, when I got my AS Level grades, kept the original copy, and produced a fake for my parents? What happened to all those crazy times?

I may not have any idea of whatever happened to the things that made life worthwhile, but I do know this- no matter what, it is still worth looking forward to everything. Cause, that's the only logical thing we can do, right?

Good day, you.

I Write. U Read.

Hii. See? When I told you that this time around, I’m back for good, I wasn’t kidding. Anyways, before I start off, let me throw it out to you, that this is just another one of my banters, and has no specific topic. Most of which are based on my times here. Oh btw, my blog is very near to completing its first year out on the net. It’s not like I’m not excited or anything, ah, who am I kidding- ‘course I’m excited. Yes, the amount of blog posts/followers I have are way too low compared to what I’ve should put up in a year, but come on; it’s not that big a deal, right?

Today, my mom asked me to tutor my baby sister, cuz she’s got her exams coming up and shit. Well, I’ll make a clean breast of it. At first, I didn’t try well, I was just getting along with most of the stuff she was saying. But, a while later, it hit me, this was my own sister that I was teaching. As an elder brother, I shouldn’t be misleading her. And that is when I started trying for real, and believe it or not, teaching a kid is definitely, I repeat, definitely the hardest task I’ve ever come across. As with enough reason, I totally gave up that shit. So much for being an elder brother. She held this stuff against me, and naturally, we were at loggerheads. That is, until she sent me to Coventry. Well, what can I say?

Baby sisters.


I admit I was mad at first, which to my horror, was something that my brother noticed. When he asked me about it, the picture below completely sums up my reaction.

I lied.

You know ever since I got done with my A Levels, I haven’t touched a book- like, literally. Now, whenever my mom takes that tone of nagging me to study, which she does out of habit, I look at her straight in the eye, with the expression that says something like: “Yeah, you got something to say?” And, let me tell you, that feels pretty darn good. However, it’s not all bright sides. You see, since I’ve not written anything in a long ass time, my current handwriting is worse than a 3 year old with ADD. No, I’m not kidding. I remember faking to be sick when I’d have tuitions I didn’t feel like attending, but my dad usually calls my bluff, so I attend them anyway. It’s actually nice, y’know- faking to be sick. I mean, you always get to have someone fuss over you.

Oh hey, I almost forgot to tell you people, it was my parents’ 19th anniversary, yesterday. Dad isn’t here, so mom had dinner at home, something she never did until now, during her anniversaries. However, my brother and I got her this cake pictured below. And the taste of that cake still lingers in me, and sometimes, it haunts me. I’ve never tasted a cake quite like it.

I miss you, cake.

Oh, and did I tell you that yesterday, dad called us in, and dropped a huge bombshell? Turns out that I’m going back to Riyadh within a very short time. Few weeks, tops. And, let’s just say that I overreacted a tad bit more than I should have. Hey, don’t blame me! I come from a big line of major over reactors. My mom- total nutjob. Stories about my grandfather over reacting were legendary. So yeah, it pretty much runs in my blood. At first- I thought Mom was gonna chew Dad out for letting us go back home. Well, that did happen, but towards the end, mom said that she’ll “think about it”. And, living with my family for 18 years, I have come to learn that “think about it” always meant a positive outcome. So, it basically translates to “Yep, the kids can go back.”

First thing I do when I go back home, is play a FIFA 12 tourney with my people. I know FIFA 13 is out and all, but 12 just seems to be more comfy. Man, I totally miss ditching tuitions, and attending these FIFA 12 tourneys. However, this one time, I got busted, and that totally set my parents on fire. Because, as strange as it may seem to be, to my parents, ditching tuitions, is worse than doing cocaine, and getting 3 girls pregnant. Whatever the hell, I can’t wait to go back. You know, I kinda feel dizzy. I think it has something to do with the long hours of nonstop dubstep blasting through my headphones. Next on the playlist, is "A Milli" by Lil' Wayne, and I think we all know how much I despise him. No hate Mr. Wayne, but please stop making records. You will be doing all of us a favour.

You know you cannot disagree.

Alright, man. The latest episode of Modern Family is about to air, which I cannot miss, even if Hell should bar the way. However, as I leave, let me warn you of not letting away any opportunities to kick back and have fun that you might get. Because,  life will usually get in the way.

Peace, yo.

Between Now, and Hereafter.

Hi, hello, please spare me the usual intro where I say how long it’s been, and accuse myself of irregularity. Well, guilty as charged.  If this blog was a world famous one, right now, I would have walked in on gunpoint, and would be feeling a billion eyeballs on my back. Matter of fact, I lost track of time ever since I stopped blogging. And now, honestly, it is seemingly pretty hard picking up where we left off. But nevertheless, this time, Marzoukeh has returned for good- no shit. I am not leaving this time, until death do us apart, or…someone offers me a soda, whichever comes first.

Yes, I do relate to this.

Okay, first up, let me tell you why I’ve been out for awhile now. Well, primarily, it’s not like my love for blogging has faced any tarnishes, however, I lack motivation. And believe me, I wouldn’t have been back now, if it wasn’t for this mail I received a few days ago. This amazing blogger I know, Fareeha noticed that I was far out, and buzzed me. And, THAT was some hardcore motivation, dare I say. Heck, if you ask me, I’m still having the shakes from blogging withdrawal. Visit Fareeha’s amazing blog HERE, and just so you know Fareeha, your post about your first crush has made me write about mine. However, there is no way in Hell that I’m putting it up on my blog. Here's a song for y'all to enjoy while I bore you with my banter. Oh btw, people I know, either LOVE or HATE this song. So, if you hate it, don't bite me. To me however, it is just 4 mins of genius music.

"Be students, be teachers. be politicians. be preachers. Be believers,be leaders, be astronauts, be champions, be true seekers."

Anyways, going back, I was off because, all in all, Dhaka has been a crazy roller coaster ride so far. I’ve met a buttload of people, of which some I dearly love, some of them were last seen when I as young as being breastfed, and the rest of them were “bloody dreadful”. People have been telling me of how I love my hometown with all my heart. That I do, alright. What these people miss is that, THIS place isn’t my hometown. Riyadh is home. And only the Man upstairs knows how much I miss home. On the brighter side, I have now gone through a lot of new experiences. And when I say “a lot”, I mean, a bloody lot. But, as the night falls, the city lights fade away, and the country goes to sleep, that is when my morning alarm buzzes off! It’s not like I don’t sleep at night, it’s just that I have tones of sleepless nights. And that is exactly when I pour my mind out of pieces of paper, filling page after page. At times, I wonder what shall become of these once I’m no longer around. But eventually, writing tires me off, and there come a time when even RedBull don’t give me no wings.

You see, the people here are lunatics by birth. Let’s take my maid, for example. You know how obsession is defined as the excessive love of something/somebody, to a stage where they can’t stop pondering over the said subject, and is considered creepy? Well, my maid takes the word “obsession” to a whole new level of creepy. She is totally caught up the cricket hype. A few nights a week, when I’m up late at night, watching the Champions League play-offs, she’d come to me and ask if she could watch cricket. I mean, cricket over UEFA Champions League? Are you fucking kidding me? Being a hardcore fan of our cricket team, she knows all their players, their birthdays and what the fuck not. She knows so much detail that it sometimes freaks me out. I think the sole thing that keeps her alive is that some well-known cricket player will someday fly out here, swoop here off her feet, and fly off to some other place. I’m not sure, though. I’m just making an assumption, but as far as I’m concerned, the amount of detail my maid has, my assumption seems to be very much valid. Man, I’m through with this maid. I’ve decided that, next thing tomorrow morning, I’m telling mom that it’s either the maid or I that’s leaving the house. But knowing my mom, she might have second thoughts about dismissing the maid, and end up ruling me out. And since I don’t like my odds, I decided it’s best to be silent for a while.

You know, it actually does feel great to be back. Although, I admit, being irregular has decreased my typing top speed. I think my brother has won just one typing speed test against me, and he just won’t shut up about it. I wish he’d stop for once, when he sees me going all tippity-tap on my laptop. Another thing I realized is that most bloggers I know are Pakistani. There’s Sarah Saud from “The Turmoils of My Life”, Fareeha from "Furree Katt", Shahzaad Ahsan from "Evil", and I think two other people. At first, it felt pretty weird when I didn’t find any blogger from the place I hail from. But then again, I think blogging is pretty Indie, so I don’t blame anybody. However, to all newbie bloggers out there, high five.

Lord Stinson knows how to do it best!

I have a cousin’s birthday party tomorrow, and believe it or not, I haven’t decided what to get him, yet. I was thinking a pair of hi-tops will suffice, but I don’t know where to get an authentic pair of those bad boys. But you know what- it really doesn’t matter. Because, at most of the parties here, I’m alone in a crowded room. Heck, don’t get me wrong. Neither am I emo, nor am I anti-social, it’s just that, I feel there’s a lot missing, and I’ve come to the wrong place. I’m not really sure on how to describe this feeling, but more on that later. Because, as of now, I think this post is getting extremely big. On a parting note, here’s something for the people who feel lost like I do. Always remember, that not all those wander in the wild, are lost.

And if any of you people can, please drop some good songs on the comment section below this post. Cuz, I’m starved of good music atm. And, do not dare to suggest anything from the BillBoard Top 100. Heard, and nailed the lyrics of every single one of them. Okay, maybe not the lyrics.

Peace out, posse.

Random Life Update

Okay, so it may have seemed I’ve given up blogging. But, in all honesty, that may have not been the case. It’s just that, as many of you may know, I graduated, and thus moved back to Dhaka, in order to go abroad again for university. Well, now it seems that the university plans have crashed, and shatter my plans and such, so I came back to maintaining my blog, in order to pass some time. Cause let’s face it- Life in Dhaka has been too hectic, atleast for me. Fact is, I don’t know how manage to pass all their lives here. Like, you need superpowers to survive this place, man!

Anyways, now that I’m back, you should’ve calculated that you’ve got a lot to catch up on. And that is if you care about my blog, which you should, cause I’m like George Clooney, only better. No shit.

So, like I was saying, ever since grad, I’ve been laying out my entire university plans just to make sure that everything goes with the flow. But aah, I got rejected for my VISA to enter the UK, for a reason that only God knows. However, as I write, I’m doing a lot better, than I was doing 3 days ago, y’know, getting over it. I mean, come on, how does it feel if your stepping stone to the big things faces a halt? And let me tell you, that shit was too much to handle. But then again, everyone has their own idea of how much is too much. On the up side, if what they say has any truth, I’ll survive through this. Well, that I am, only that I’ve no idea of what my next step should be, which according to me is pretty fucked up. Like I’m literally stuck between going to Riyadh again, and just staying back in Dhaka. But fear not, I plan to come up with a decision within the next week. So, plans may have changed, but dreams have not vanished. So, it’s all cool.

Moving further, I realize that I’m missing on what’s going on with you folks. So if you’re reading this, hit me up, you know how to reach me. Like, I have no idea of what you guys did on Eid. Oh, and let me tell you beforehand that my Eid sucked ass. I did nothing but sleep through the whole day. And the reason to that is cause the night before Eid, everything made this big fuss with the moon-sighting, which is a pretty big thing in BD. It's like, all the people in Dhanmondi were on our roof that night. So when I finally woke up in like the afternoon or something, I replied to all the texts wishing people back. But this texting back thing has a thing about it which I'll never forget. Like, among all the texts, I received this one text, which was like Half Bangla- Half English. And even though I'm fluent in Bangla, I did not even slightly understand what that text meant. I figured out it was one of those texts with a hidden deep shit inspirational message. Since I couldn't decipher it, I just replied wishing him "Eid Mubarak". Since Eid is supposed to be a happy day, I didn't have the heart to confront the dude who sent me the "deep" text. And that is pretty much all that went about on Eid.

Man, did I ever mention how much I miss Riyadh? I mean, starting from my own neighborhood, to the posh restaurants in Tahaliya St. Forget that, I miss my lifelong friends, the memories made there, the football played there, the jokes made there, the weed smoked there, and the women nailed there. Yes, of course, cross out the last two.

I'd do anything to go back to Riyadh. It is, indeed, the best place on Earth. <3

Okay, anyways, my days here are just, well, hectic. All these days it was just going to places to get my visa thing done, and now that I get to kick back, I don’t find things to kill time on. So, as a remedy, I stumbled upon watching Hindi movies. Yes, that might have come as a shock to some of you people, cause when it comes to me, I’ve always disliked Hindi movies because of their dramatic content, and laughed at anyone who’d say that Hindi movies aren’t as bad as we think of them to be. Well, let me tell you, they are right. When I finally turned to a bunch of Hindi comedy stuff, believe me, I was pretty pleased. And as it would turn out to be, I watched 3 Hindi movies in 2 days, moreover asked a few friends who were into Hindi stuff, for some good romantic comedy, which I dearly love. I mean, it’s like the best genre out there, if you ask me. Also, I talked to a friend about this problem I’ve been having, starting to like Hindi movies. She said it wasn’t my fault, and that is was just Bangladesh putting me on the vibe, since people worship Indian Entertainment here. Anyway, there’s this new song I recently got hooked on- It’s from the movie Anjaana Anjaani, which is a movie about two suicidal individuals falling in love. Starring my personal favorite, Priyanka Chopra, and Ranbir Kapoor. Good movie, but oh man, the song! Some of you might have heard it, but since I’ve just stumbled upon it, I think it’s worth sharing!

Hairat- Lucky Ali.

Man look at me now, I’m now into unbelievable stuff. Things I’ve never liked. The way I see it, I’ve hit the lowest of lows, or rock bottom, whichever way you wish to put it.

Adios, people!