Professor of Happiness

Offffffffffff ........for me starting something is the most ,what to say , dilemmatic,problematic, hair-tearing situation. Once i start it ,i can finish ... but before starting ,offfffffff ,i spend hours in absolute zombie state ,thinking and ruminating and thinking over.
Is that happen to everyone or just me?

Ok , today's story was about book dedication. its the first thing i read in any book. & its the only thing i consider when i buy a book of any unknown writer. So now here is a sweet dedication that i bumped into -

Our 6 year old son David felt mighty big when he was graduated from Kindergarten. I asked him what he plans to be when he finished growing up. David looked at me intently for a moment and then answered,” Dad , I want to be a professor.”

“A Professor? A professor of what ?” I asked .
“ Well, Dad,” he replied,” I think I want to be a Professor of Happiness.”

A Professor of Happiness ! That’s a pretty wonderful ambition , don’t you think?

To David , then a fine boy with a grand goal , and to his mother , this book is dedicated.

the scarlet tide

hello ...here is a re-recorded version of the song ,recored using my microphone.
so don't get mad at me for its sound quality .
and u should thank the morning crows for their contribution in the song.
:)
enjoy (???) the scarlet tide

The Scarlet Tide

Well I recall his parting words

Must I accept his fate?

Or take myself far from this place


I thought I heard a black bell toll

A little bird did sing

"Man has no choice

When he wants everything."


We`ll rise above the scarlet tide

That trickles down through the mountain

And separates the widow from the bride


Man goes beyond his own decision

Gets caught up in the mechanism

Of swindlers who act like kings

And brokers who break everything


The dark of night was swiftly fading

Close to the dawn of day

Why would I want him just to lose him again?


We`ll rise above the scarlet tide

That trickles down through the mountain

And separates the widow from the bride


We`ll rise above the scarlet tide

That trickles down through the mountain

And separates the widow from the bride

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u can hear it from here :) ......

i used to hate weddings.
'cause all u can do there is feeling awkward with lots of people all around but u don't know anyone and no one knows u ,and eat extra oily indigestible food, and just imagining what a sound sleep u could have ,and if u r really unlucky u can also enjoy the crying ceremony of the bride's family, offffffffffff.if they are not happy why r they doing this wedding ??

Now I think its not that bad ,if u have frds there and don’t have to eat (and of course don’t have to watch the bride crying ). And i discoverd this great insight (:P) after attending imran bhai & sonia apu’s wedding .it was really nice ,everyone was laughing ,specially the bride & bridegroom ,and for the first time i felt weddings could be fun too .

ok oviously thats not what i came here to say.
imran bhai's wedding photographer is really nice & he has a website .i love watching other peoples wedding pic whenever i find time.& everytime i see those i just flabbergast why do people waste so much money on weddings?

... we all honor heros for different reasons.

sometimes for their bravery,
sometimes for their daring,
sometimes for their goodness ...

But mostly, we honor heros because at one point or another - we all dream of being rescued.

Of course, if the right hero doesn't come along, sometimes we just have to rescue ourselves. :)


[from desperate housewife]

I haven't read many poems ,
I was interested in poetry during my 12th grade exam.
After the worst physics exam in 12th grade i felt soooo sad, i cried and didn't know what should I do. To overcome that sadness i started reading poems.

The first poem i've read, for my own interest not for bangla exams, was "Kobi" by, ofcourse, Rabindranath Tagore,
i was so moved by the poem that time, i really can't express that feelings to u with my limited word stock in english though :P

Exams ar really turning points of my life, i guess. because every hobby of mine begins from any of exam. i began to watch movies during 2-2's exam , started buying trees from 2-1's exam ,started buying bangles from 1-2's exam .....

Ok then, actually i wanted to share an amazing poem with u .i've heard it in the movie "The man without a face " & then collect the full version from net.
Here is it -


Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds...and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of...wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.

And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space...
...put out my hand, and touched the face of God.


- High Flight
by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

here is sth abt the poet which ,i think, not less amazing ...

John Gillespie Magee, Jr. Pilot Officer Magee joined the Royal Canadian Air Force in October 1940, at age 18. He went to England to fly Spitfires. After qualifying, he was piloting one on a test flight into the stratosphere at 30,000 feet when he got the inspiration for "High Flight." Magee was killed in action during a dogfight December 11, 1941, at age 19.

sCriBbles

two days ago i took a personality(??) test, And 1st line of the result was

"U flit from flower to flower"

and u know what - it's true. i have no idea how the analyst come up with this. I really do this - mentally & physically too (i used to walk in my sleep & go from one room to another)

by the way , that was not the topic on my mind when I started writing this blog (see ! my flit-ing nature!). Once upon a time (i can't remember when) i had a hobby of keeping interesting paper cuttings ... & this is the most amazing one. wish i could see this baby!

ScriBbles

I'm Standing on a bridge
I'm waitin in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
Theres nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but theres no sound

Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't someone please take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
but I'm, I'm with you

im looking for a place
searching for a face
is there anybody here i know
cause nothings going right
and everythigns a mess
and no one likes to be alone

Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't someone please take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
but I'm, I'm with you

oh why is everything so confusing
maybe I'm just out of my mind


Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't someone please take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
but I'm, I'm with No One

Hi, it's me

Hey all,
hatti matim tim is my favourite nursery rhyme
that's why i named my blog after this.

Hatti Matim Tim
Ami mathe pari dim
Though I have no khara shing
But I believe I'm the hatti matim tim.

Can anyone please tell me who wrote this?

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Many non-bengali speakers asked me what my blog name means.
One guy guessed "Amy ditched Mathew for a dime"(OMG!)
Hatti matim tim is a 4-line Bengali nursery rhyme. Hatti matim tim is an imaginary animal in Bengali folklore, kind of like Unicorn. It has two straight horns and lays eggs in open field. "Ami mathe pari dim" means "I lay eggs in open field." In Bengali, "laying eggs in a field" means "doing nothing" or "wasting time."
So my blog name means "I am an imaginary animal and this blog is one place where I waste most of my time."