Humming the birthday song...

So it was late at night, when I had finally switched off the light (how I wanted to write in a poetic way - put out the light...)...it was close to 3 am, and as I unplugged the charger of my phone, I happened to glance at the date (the screen gets lit up momentarily when the charger is taken off). So...I exclaimed, was that the reason of my happiness? Of my crazy ideas, of doing some beauty routines around 1 in the midnight? (I had thought earlier that my enthusiasm was mostly due to a conference I have to attend today - but then I really don't have much wish to attend it - conferences are such boring events, especially if they belong to the humanities stream - you see, research of us science/technology students is always aimed at something - these guys write aimless papers on almost anything on earth, what they feel like, what they dream of, and present them at these conferences, it goes over the top of my head - NOM - blame it all to my head's shape :D :D). After having realized the actual significance, I slept off humming the full three stanzas of the birthday song...I guess after everything good and bad in life, there is one truth - I must have had some kind of a soul-connection with a certain someone once upon a time :)

...So, so, so...that was the real reason. The reason was deep engraved in my sub-conscious...another 18th August, which I didn't even realize, but which took me to a celebration mode all the same. In the morning I goofed up and wore an un-ironed blue t-shirt and an old pair of jeans, looked haggard and set off for office, but I am so so happy anyways...oh it is such a special day :)

My high degree of madness!

My tab fuels my madness. No doubt about it. For a while painting seemed to have taken me over. Then there was reading -  that too as if there's no tomorrow. And what I would read would overwhelm me. I read Da Vinci Code ages back -  and had taken it as a novel. But this time as I read The Rozabal Lines, I couldn't help wondering - is it possible to change history through mere treachery? And now that I am reading India's Biggest Cover Up, it has really gotten me furiously thinking... you see Bengalis are probably born being fond of Netaji - I cannot even be as disinterested as I was with the previous case.

Amid all these there are the sudden bouts of madness thrown in. An ant (if not some other insect - didn't quite get to see the enemy when it attacked me) decided to bite on my eye late yesterday night. It got swollen up promptly. As is the case with ant bite, I knew that it would be cured by morning. But how could I not keep a record of my suffering? I promptly took a selfie. Tonight I had this irrepressible urge of doing a Roddur Ray act (strong disclaimer: he's NO relative of mine, MIND IT). Had to shoot this video and started laughing midway... then thought enough is enough, but must write about it. Ok then back to Netaji - simply can't accept that he actually chose to live the rest of his life in hiding... truth is indeed stranger than fiction...

My paintings :)

Have drawn today to my heart's content. Got to know about this wonderful software called Markers. Open source, ad free, minimalistic and extremely effective. Here are some of the results. (Oh I love my tab!) 

 

A new lease of life :)

I am absolutely enthralled with my new tab. It lets me read in the dark, even after I have put out the light but still not getting any sleep, watch movies without having to boot the MacBook Pro, listen to music (radio, mp3), and above all else lets me blog in two languages. Got some pretty exciting keyboards to choose from with great prediction facilities. And today I got a new lease of life as if... I got hold of an ebook version of Unaccustomed Earth :) Being able to read Hema and Kaushik once again feels like such a bliss. Oh, I am so happy :)

Life is actually good these days. I started making new friends, laugh a lot and tend to stay happy. No expectations, just live in today and life's good. Weather is not so hot anymore and as a result I can venture on some cooking too. I remember to take photos of the dishes to show them to ভাই and other good friends, but I don't care much about publicizing them on social media.  Altogether I don't face my usual problem of spending my time... I have plenty to do. My puppies are growing up real fast and it rains a lot. Well, who cares if I can't have more, I am extremely contented with what I do have. I refuse to be discouraged - দুবেলা মরার আগে মরবনা ভাই মরবনা, আমি ভয় করবনা :) as the adage goes by কবিগুরু...