Me and bro had been forced by mother deary to go to an errand to finish an unfinished job, we were on our grand expedition when I noted the advertisement: "Internet Cafe khujchen?" This one question enthralled me like no other question has in last few days! The possibility of accessing the world I know so well... so I convinced my bro to come with me in my mission impossible. Mission impossible it was. It said we had to go to some 34 Purbo Rampura, the rickshawwalla took us through streets that never see the day light, asked at least a dozen people but failed to reach us to our destination. Finally, a "thelawala" saved his life by blocking the road, so the rickshaw-wala had to apologise and leave us there. We got down from the rickshaw and voila, there it was! Right there! Alhamdulillah. I wrote the following blog from home, have a read... I really gotta run now. Do pray for me guyz!
11 December, 2005
Jet lag haven't spared me yet. My sleeping pattern is at absoluted disaster still, last night had six hours of sleep--hightest in an entire week. Bags under my eyes are forming, headache building up but cannot sleep!
If you ask about my physical health, that's probably the biggest news. Wait, probably not. The biggest news probably is, my stomach is perfectly okay even though I ate out, Alhamdulillah! That I did yesterday. The day after I came from Australia spent with families--feeling their warm welcome, watching their excited expression upon received gifts had been a real bliss. The happy day turned into an unhappy one when I watched the evening news. Bombs and bomb threats by so called religious people, their confession, accusation, blame game--all these made me sick and I ended up crying and sobbing. My brother tried to reason with me, but nothing could make me stop. That ten year old boy, whose father was killed by a suicide bomb was crying and saying "er bichar chai"... How on earth people commt these atrocities and murders and try to tell the world Allah wants these horendous crimes to happen? I was enraged and frustrated. Crying is something I am good at so thats what I did.
Next day I decide I needed a face lift so rang my dudh bhai Kamran bhaia and requested him to come and take me out. He promised he would be there in half an hour but took over an hour and blamed the traffic for the delay.
Then we started our voyage. Me, my bro, Kamran bhaia and Lamzity. All in a CNG. It was a real painful experience because Lamzity needs a little more area than what the CNG seat offers.
We did some window shopping and real shopping in Eastern Plaza and New Market. O, they checked my bag for bombs in Eastern Plaza! Then I announced I wanted to get on a rickshaw, so Kamran bhaia got me into a rickshaw and we headed off to New Market. There I had fuchka after 4 years. FOUR YEARS! I had to feed everyone coz both my bros are absolute broke-case.
I walked a lot afterwards, to those familiar alleys through nilkhet boi er dokan. Had a nostalgia attack, I must admit folks.
Sounds sort of unfinished, eh? But I really gotta run now. Again, do pray for me and forgive me for my absense from the blogging world!
ps. Just checked my result, even though I was terrified, Bangladesh fever will cost me a subject or two, I did pass everything! Alhamdulillah!