Something of Myself

today baba rang me up. ma was ill. he was tensed. but he insisted that he was "first class": his patent remark about his state of being. always. i think (god forbid) even when he will breathe his last, moments before that (unlike others who ask for water or curse or apologise) he will mumble, "ami first class achi. dont worry." scary shit. but i guess i got to face this someday. i just hope its not too soon!

anyways on the brighter side, he told me that he has written a letter to me!!!!! yaaaa! that's number 3 in almost 4 years! yes, he is pathetic in that respects. onar jonne to talk over the phone is the easiest way out cause he keeps it short, sweet and direct. doesnt allow me to ask many questions, doesnt do it either. but baba's letters are always special because his writing is always punctuated with a poignancy which is hard to describe. and when he writes, i get to see the real baba behind all the bloody masks that he puts on for the world. even for "our" world. he gives me a glimpse of his fears, his prejudices, his hurt...in short he opens up this whole gamut of emotions which is very exciting and wonderful to read. not to mention that his handwriting is simply (to translate a bengali phrase) "pearls on paper."

anyways, i am reading up for my essays now...watched the UEFA cup quarter finals on tele. arsenal finally got their ass fucked yet again by chelsea this time. it was good cause arsenal were becoming arrogant and complacent. so after man u, it had to be!

aar ki? nothing much...did shopping....chicken, onions, tomato, daal, eggs, fish fingers, and tuna! all for £10.38 exactly and approximately! ;)

life needs to be given some kick start....its kind of rusty at the moment. dont know why. may be i do but i dont want to say it.....after all this is a blog for fuck sake! :D never mind...another time....