Hello 2007 GudBye 2006

Hello 2007 Goodbye 2006
Just after a few hours, the world will spin into the era of 2007. Time and Tide really waits for none; today 2006 seems only to be a split second, gone in a blink of eye. ’06 had been a year of both dream-come-true s, nightmares. It had been the toughest and busiest year in my life so far.
My school started with a bang. I never really liked school, but for the first few months I pretended to be a pimp and gained popularity in the class but with the time, as my business was increased, I had to be up and doing in studies.
I got some new friends in this year, those guys were cool. Saif, Shafawat, Rakib, Ashique and Sinjohn. Two of them used to be bullied and a kinda sympathy always worked in me for them.
Then, I did kinda bad in first terminal examination….It sucked. But still, it had been better than the last exam back in seventh grade. But then, in the second term, I got full marks in four class tests, whereas I did not even get full marks in any quizzes. It was the second phase of the year, when I felt lonely like never before and discovered another part of my life….Introspectiveness, Loneliness, Weirdness, and I wanted ‘Somewhere to belong.’ My brain seethed in a conflict…..It had been a weird feeling…Really
Perhaps the worst setback of this year is I found out that I take too time to memorize….like only two pages per hour. I felt as though I am a psycho. But I had been so absorbed in studies and I really looked for someone whom I can tell how I feel, but I am pretty good at hiding things and I guess 2006 has been the most lonely year ever for me. And when I discovered more about me…That I am not like every one else, be it positive or negative and it’s my own world where I feel at home.
But I have been attacked by a paranoia and lack of self confidence. This sucks. I feel like I am nobodies and there is no where for me to go, no one to cry to…No nothing. I kinda lost my belief in God this year…Frustrated
Mental disease can be worst, and I can guess it pretty well.
Another major cons of this year was my sis became quite problematic and it got on my nerves so much…She always gets under my skin. This is kinda the biggest problem in the year but I don’t want to share it.
Well, This year had been kinda loveless and merciless for me…Boni was the only girl I dated and we kinda lost each other. I had a valentines day crush on a girl for one day as well. Luck any guy dint have crush this year haha
I had been such a nerd and psycho in the last part of the year…I even stopped reading newspaper…I studied that much. God…I hate Bangladeshi Study System. All memorizing, no place for creativity. Like you have to memorise 80 pages for science exam. And we are English version students, English translation of Bengali Curriculum. The translators and editors are dumbest guys ever. Lemme tell you an example of their unavoidable errors, they wrote, ‘Fish Culture in Cage’ Dude, they mean aquarium…Is not that the funny thing you heard in 2006? And they don’t have any sense of grammer….Not at all. Too err is human, yeah, but for them, maybe it’d be To be faultless is Nititian. If I ever got a chance to something to ‘em, I’d give them the biggest fuck ever in my life….Asshole..
Dude, if you don’t know even the basics of English grammar and common sense, why edit books….Why don’t you better ..........................................' You can finish it yourself.
Sorry, if you call it being rude, but if it’s rude, then what the hell do me and my fellow students will call you?
We are speechless.
Well, this year has also been a dream-come-true year for me…Like Mohammed Yunus from Bangladesh won the Nobel Prize for peace. I bought guitar and started learning….This is what I’ve wanted all along. And yeah, last but not least, in the last half of the last month of the year, I had crush on someone and she asked me out….She rocks my socks. Probably I am out with someone after hiatus of a year. I just hope that we don’t lose each other in the utter disaster of lives….and be together.
Three more hours…..Three more hours on the luminous dial of the clock and it will be 2007.
This year I had to lose some people I will always remember….Saif, Ashique-they got T.C from school…..Then Robyn, Boni….Closest of the few friends I had, I had to lost them….We actually have none besides us in the course of our lives…This is the truth. I some kinda lost track of Brandi.
But, I am happy I kept going on steadily with my old pal Amy. Kluit and Zeena as well.
Just one more hour.
I really have the toughest of luck. When I get my grades, I came to know that thirty people will get science with biology, and next twenty people will get science with computer. In my school, one of the best schools around here, it’s kinda tough even to get a D. I got one E+, four D and D+, three C and C+ and one B. But…Well someone has to be the melting point. Someone has to be the thirty-one. I’m roll 31. But the guy before me, roll 30 got 6 E, and 2 D and 1 C. But he got C in math and D in science whereas I got E+ in math and C+ in science and it really killed me. Anyways, I’m the first boy of computer haha (I mean blah blah)
All ends well that ends well. Well…I guess the end of 2006 is a bitter one. One hour prior to the first January night of ’07, I got scolded my mom that I have to study and should not be on computer. Well, yeah, I really have to study….But I am just not feeling well…My heart is seething in a conflict of loneliness, fear and disgust. January 8th is my first day as a freshman and I am afraid of high school, it is really tough here. But a political party here called a strike on seventh and eighth; So it's nineth January, my first day at nineth grade. Pressure will be a couple of times more than that of eighth grade. Wish Me Good Luck Peoplez Lol. Well I am too lazy to write the rest about the year.
Aiden

Whole World weeps for you, Steve Irwin

Steven Robert Irwin (a.k.a Crocodile Hunter), famous naturalist, wildlife expert and TV personality breathed his last on September 4th in an encounter with stingray fish. In the last moments of his life, he was videotaped pulling a venomous stingray barb. This Aussie Icon was swimming in shallow water in Great Barrier Reef for his documentary when a stingray brandished it's tail against him, and the toxic barb made it's way into his chest. The cameraman, was videotaping the scence and could not understand what had happened until the water around him was red i.e stained with blood and he managed to get him on a small inflatable boat. There was a doctor in the team, and as he treated him, they took him to the nearby island within a span of thirty minutes, where a helicopter had landed, by which time, our dearly beloved Steve Irwin died of the poison in the barb.
Stinray are not usually so dangerous-Some zoos in U.S.A allows it's visitor to pat the small sized stingrays. The stingray probably have felt trapped between Irwin and the cameramen, the experts opinion and attacked him, for they are not feasible to attack unless they are provoked. So far, 18 people had died due to their attack, 2 of which's casualties have been occurred in Australia.
This ever-great lover of animals was born on February 22nd, 1962 to Lyn and Bob Irwin in Essendon, a suburb of Melbourne, Victoria was best known for the 'Crocodile Hunter', an unconventional documentary series broadcasted worldwide. He rose to fame by his close interactions with many beasts, especially snake and needless to say- Crocodiles.
Irwin's producer and manager, John Stainton was one of the crews on the reef, and described the day as the 'worst' day ever in his life, watching an intimate friend, naturalist and perfect dad die so close.
However, the cops of Queensland considered the incident to be just a tragic accident, after analysing the video tape, at least at this moment.
“It shows that Steve came over the top of the ray and the tail came up, and spiked him here (in the chest), and he pulled it out and the next minute he’s gone,” Stainton informed the reporters in Cairns, where Irwin’s body was taken for an autopsy. His friend John Stainton told Australian media that the cameraman floated in front of the ray as Irwin swam alongside. The animal likely felt cornered. The barb swung. If the camera hadn't been there, perhaps it would not have feared and then attacked. But if there was no cameras, probably we would not know a single bit of him and he could have been as a frog in a dark cell.
(to be continued)

Pregnant Man!

An amazing thing happened to Sanju Bhagat, a 36-year-old farmer living in a small village near Nagpur city in India. He had an unusually large stomach for as long as he could remember but because he was a very thin man; his odd complexion reminded everyone of a pregnant woman. According to the man’s own account all the neighbors used to laugh at his stomach’s size.

Finally the belly had become so huge that the poor farmer could barely breathe, and the issue was no longer a cosmetic one.
When the ambulance finally brought him to the hospital Phe was immediately sent to the operation room. The doctors assumed that what he had was a gigantic tumor and were very concerned about all sorts of complications during the operation. They were prepared for the worst as they set off to remove the malignant formation, and no one dared to imagine what kind of thing they would soon discover. As soon as the surgeon cut deeper into the belly, almost a bucket of liquid spilled out onto the surface. Then the extraordinary thing happened. The doctor placed his hand inside and announced that there were many bones. “First one limb came out, then another. Then a genitalia fragment, hair, limbs, jaws…” – recalls one of the surgeon’s assistants. Out of Sanju’s stomach came forth a weird half-formed creature with well-developed arms and legs and quite long nails.
As it turned out Bhagat had one of the rarest medical anomaly: fetus in fetu, and the horrific-looking creature pulled out of him in actuality was a mutated body of his twin brother.
According to the doctors’ reports there are only 90 known cases in the history of medicine when a twin sibling gets trapped by the second one and continues its development as a parasite. This tends to happen very early in pregnancy and usually both of the twins die before birth. In rare times, however, the twin survives with the other inside and goes on living while carrying and feeding an underdeveloped parasitical fetus through their shared umbilical chord. Usually there is medical intervention at the point when the parasite becomes so big that it causes harm to its host.
Immediately after the surgery Sanju began to feel a lot better. When the doctors told him what (or rather whom) they removed from his body, he refused to take a look at his “brother.” The man ended up going back to his village and continues a normal life there. But he still gets teased a lot when people tell each other that the farmer went to the city to have a baby. Oddly they are somewhat right…
Extracted from Newspaper

My Love

Infinitive is a word that can hardly describe my love for you.
You are mesmerizing,
And each day is passing
You are rushing much more to my conscience,
Encumbering my all other thoughts,
You blaze with dazzling sparks in my brain.

At the magical touch of you
My life altered to another way,
You were the only one who were beside me,
Engulfing all the agonies
That stings my brittle heart,
Like a hurricane grounds welling and flooding thing away.
You gifted my life a brand new start,
Studded my heart with never ending tranquility and peace.
My life, my depth lingers in heavenly bliss
When you are near by, and Every time you go away,
Reminiscence whelm my core,
And I hope you will always be there for me.

I am in ceaseless love with you,
Demolishing Parental Confinement about not to date,
Breaking the mold,
Winning the barriers of countries, ends, languages and cultures
We are together, Maybe you are always
Out of sight, but you are never out of mind.
You are never gone from my heart
As Our Love is a single soul comprising two bodies.

Across the oceans we are this day,
I hope our love will keep us intact till the day we die,
East or West does not matter,
Because we don’t care for distance,
To survive being so far away
Is very hard, is very rigid, we all know
But one thing that’s for sure,
You are my love, whose grounds well won’t ever relinquish
The recliner which haunts
Like the shadows of noon and sun.

You are the one,
The blurred objects without what I cant see anything in dark,
You are the girl in Black,
Only whom I can gift all my love, and want to be something.
You are the cloud nine,
That will be my midnight midwinter’s dream
Not till the day I die,
Not till the day I die,
Even when I will close my eyes in perpetual peace,
You will always be my love.

Simply The Best

It was then when I had lost my destiny into murky metro of madness,
When the intimated ones were betrayal leaving scab of crack
You surfed over the waves of frantic upstream ocean
For the love and tranquility you had brought
How come you will not be my corner stone?
You have made a golden throne
It’s untouchable, It’s unbreakable.

Recalling the lazy days of winter vacation
When consecutive setbacks thundered near by,
I kept dreaming about my dream girl every day and night
Where is she, the hidden treasure, Will I have to look far and wide?
I slept every night wishing that let tomorrow by the day I find
You, and the tangible days I had wasted with my ex,
Kind of hard to get it over, as it is,
Then your sunlight blazed
Through the breach of clutter of floating cloud
The nightmares were 20 feet under the ground
You sent it, and now happy is something I really am.

When I needed someone to talk to when I was in soledad
Someone to share things with,
From the dirtiest dark secret to the happiest events,
Anyone to cry to,
You were not the one to trot away,
Slipped away through the aisle of life
Throwing me to the metro of madness.

It is quite incredible if my love is not purer than 24 carrot gold
It is untouchable, quite unbreakable
The love potion that you fed me was the best one could
Cook, you are the best thing that s happened
To me, the only good thing in this rotten life,
And now I want to say, No offence, No doubt
That you are simply the best.

Take Me Away

Inside a unbreakable and impenetrable cage
Thick with noiseless noise of heavy sighs,
There’s a captive for ages,
The cage has too durable iron to break loose,
To be free from the untold misery of four walls,
Tearing me into two every second that I am incarcerated in the padded cell
Diverting me to the metro of madness,
Only if I could see the slightest trace of brittle and rusted rod,
I would raise my wings and fly high away,
Every second I am locked my eyes look upon variety, look for a chance
To escape and fly away from the insurmountable cage,
Dreaming every day and night, since unmemorable ages.

My noiseless noise in Prison
The sighs emerged from heavy heaves,
Studded with sobbing of ulterior disconcert,
24/7 My curious eyes take a look around to elude
The free birds, The free ones,
So jaunty are they, because they have something
They have something which means virtually everything
The gemstone called Freedom.
Let freedom come to me through the slender breach
Make me out of metro of grief, escape from my dungeon.

Freedom is the most precious jewel
I miss you till thee trot to me,
Your deficiency make someone weep at the dead of night
With droplets of tears, the torrent
Sensation making me faint leaking through the casement of confined chamber,
More the need of freedom ascend,
More my elation cascades.

Hurry, Liberty, Hurry up,
I cant liger for thee, Take me somewhere
Anywhere but out of my cage,
Desperate to have my break away,
24/7 I feel like eloping with you,
To ravage the walls that remains in my way,
To insurge through the rods of my cell,
Every minute, Every Spilt second that I waste,
I forage for freedom, Come Freedom, Come, Take me Away...

World Of Our Own

I wish that the lustrous blonde hairs did not sway away,
Your starry blue eyes had not look angry,
Those elegant feet did not gallop near to the skyline.
You slipped away via subway of shattered trust,
With a surreal nymphomania romping frantically in your brain,
You have vanished in a whirlpool of mist.
You are gone, with a bizarre feeling burning deep inside,
Fettering me by your vexing drugs,
I am falling apart into the insanity of utter dizziness.

I am addicted to erratic ‘You’
None can stop my scarlet droplets of tears,
From streaming down my cheek incessantly
In sunset, twilight, darkness and moon light.
Unless you come by, and impede the erotic despair.


I see you every night in my night dreams,
I miss those gentle touches of your soft love,
I want to get those sweet kisses
From the beloved faith.

I love you so much that without you my live is worthless,
Without those evergreen touches of you I am incomplete,
I paint portrait of vivid dreams where we are all alone in the lands
Of forever which lays under the Milky Way.
Sensing the warm touch of your lips on mine,
Your face illuminated by starry light.
I wish upon those stars that you will love me once again,
You would be talking to me like you did before,
And being all alone in the world of our own,
We will love each other again.

Slumber less Nights

I am lying down my bed, blanket over my
Face, Flashback go by,
I am perplexed in the ocean of reminiscence
My night has just begun
To keep me awake.
Unfathomable pain
The night wants to provoke.

Why my thoughts are confined
To this ceaseless agony
Which I can’t get rid of,
I feel titanic pain
When your figure is flashed
In my inward eyes,
And bottomless soreness collapse.

I wander homelessly in the recollection of unforgettable past,
Like fireflies of nostalgia.
The days I tangled with you,
The fever pitching days,
Blurred musing of those moments,
Your smiles, your hazy words,
Now those seem like a dream
For a spilt second seen in the subconscious mind.
And the sunset which came
Out of the blues,
Shattering my hopes into uncountable pieces,
The pieces that cannot be mend.

I am lying on my bed
I hear you speaking to my head,
I see your venomous but loving face.
The untold pain that you have injected
Has now turned my head.

Only If I could sleep like I did before,
Will I ever be able to lead life like I was leading before once more?
I don’t want to tour the boulevard of love sets any more,
I can bear the ceaseless ache no more.

The soft cushion,
The only witness of my profound pain,
That is kept deep inside the walls of a broken
Heart, Lost Love, Wets by the myriad of drops,
Of tears from my eyes,
In these slumber less nights.