time does not heal all wounds...

there was a time when i was sleeping. sleeping for a long long time through a exaggerated winter. i didnt know how it felt to be awake. the nights prevailed and the darkness loomed like a enormous black ghost. i wished to dream but i didnt know how! then one fine morning, a morning came to my door and knocked. knocked as smooth as a falling leave on a bright autumn morn. i woke up and started dreaming. it was so mellifluous that it felt like honey. it was so invigorating that i couldnt breathe. and it jabbed a rough edged knife into my heart. i cried in anguish and pain and prayed it not to stop. everyone noticed the tears and said in soothingly voice that 'time, my dear heals all' and patted on my shoulder. it bled and bled as much as a river can hold. eventually it had to stop.

as time passed by i realized that the gushing wound is beginning to mend. i saw myself trying to keep my eyes open but winter came along and the dream ended and left me unconscious. i was trembling from the fear of being thralled by the wintry. i slept like a log. i slept like a broom among brooms in the brooms closet. like a snake in hibernation. but my fairy godmother had pity on me and woke me up again and placed me back in my reverie. and i found out my old wound still can bleed. i sighed a happy sigh. and said to my self- time does not after all heal all wounds. from then on i am trying hard to keep my dream like a dream on a sweet vanilla ice cream.

musings

regular readers of this blog(if there any!) knows how weird situations i face frequently here are some more....

1. a few days back i left the office leaving a thousand works to do for a more important event to attend and intended to come back. while returning to office, it started raining and i was in a auto-rickshaw. in the middle(literally) of the road the auto stopped and wont start again. it was raining like hell and as dhaka has the worst drainage system possible there was knee deep water on the road and the cars behind the auto were coming fast and splashing water. my auto driver preferred an accident than getting down and pushing the auto a side of the road. but i thought i better get down unless i will sure die in here like a rat. i jumped into the pool(road) and saw a bus passing. in dhaka anyone can jump into a local bus from anywhere, a bus-stop is not required. i saw a bus and tried to jump in as i was wet already and had no intention to get totally drenched. the bus conductor stopped me from getting in!! if you ever been to dhaka you must know it is near to impossible to happen such kinda thing, because these buses stick to the road and load the bus until they can inject one more pin inside. anyways... i was startled and looked at him asking what is the matter? he answered, that the bus is loaded(which was not, there were empty seats) and cant let me in. doubly surprised i said,"bhije jachhi re bhai!(i am getting soaked man.)".... making me feel like a fool he replied, "bristi hoitese, bhijben na??!!(it is raining and you want to stay dry??!!)"...... huh!!! :O

2. today when i was returning to home from my office i was totally tired after the days work and didnt want to wait a second in the road. but i had something else in luck waiting. to give the context, the distance is not far and i travel this path by human-paddled rickshaws. the road is not repaired for years and it looks like a trench. i dont like to walk on this road and rickshaw pullers obviously dont like to ride too. nobody wanted to go to my destination and my throat started to ache by asking every passing rickshaw. suddenly a rickshaw puller advised to me, "rasta thhik koren!!!(repair the road if you want the luxury of rickshaw!!)" :-S.... :@.... and i wanted to reply [rasta ki amar baper???] but couldnt..............

PS: i read this line somewhere. cant remember where... the like goes like this - i scattered a jokes once. everybody laughed. i started to cry. cause the jokes was about me!!