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Flashes Of LightLiquid and Brilliant, the scream of a thousand souls... 11月18日 The Cortana Letters I have walked the edge of the Abyss. I have governed the unwilling. I have witnessed countless empires break before me. I have seen the most courageous soldiers fall away in fear. I have seen your future. And I have learned. There will be no more Sadness. No more Anger. No more Envy. THIS is the way the world ends. 4月21日 The funny part.Ok. The funny part is.... In my last blog I had said that id be moving to blogspot. I did. I created an account. Then forgot to blog. Sue me ! Anyways... I'm back. Ive decided to keep both the blogs running in parallel. So people. How have you been ? Missed me ? No ???? Go play in the traffic. Who cares ? 12月26日 An-Ounce-Ment !!At tension ! At tension ! At tension ! This is to inform all my dear readers that I'm switching to Blogger. Find me on eternalsundae.blogspot.com. Comments, Criticisms and Curses welcome !!! :-P 8月4日 VCDsFinally got my order from Ebay.in
Bengali VCDs of ...
Pather Panchali
Baksho badal
Mayamrigo
Sonar Kella
Aparajito
Kabuliwalla
Bhranti Bilash
Teen Kanya.
This weekend's packed ! 8月3日 Shadows Of Forever - III : A drink too much."Eta ki ?", I asked incredulously, looking at the glass with some dark colored liquid in it.
"Kichhu na", my father said, picking up the glass, "tomar homework hoye gechhey ?"
"Haan", I answered, still fascinated by the rich amber-yellow color. I noticed my dad's friends were holding similar glasses. A friend asked me - "Kon class-e poro ?". I looked at him, a tall guy, dark with a head full of hair. He was smiling at me.
"Class 4", I answered. I was a very shy kid. I hardly spoke to anyone I didnt know. This was partly because my neighborhood had no one my age, and partly because im the only son of my parents.
"Ekdom porashuno korey na", my dad complained to his mates, "Shara din computer-er shaamney boshey thaakey."
This was true. I had a XT computer, 6 Mhz with 1MB ram and a CGA graphics card. My favourite game on that was Prince of Persia 1. When I wasnt jumping ledges and sword-fighting with guards with the prince, I was coding on Qbasic. My dad turned to find me staring at the glass again. "Ja bhetorey ja.", he said.
I went inside, and went straight to my mother, who sitting on the bed, sewing.
"Ma.", I called.
"Haan baba.", she answered, "Esho, amar kachhey esho."
"Baba ota ki khachhey ?", I asked, bursting with curiosity. I had seen dad drinking before. I'd never been curious. I took it to be some medicine. But everyone can't sit and drink "medicine" and joke at the same time, I had reasoned. "Keno baba ? Tumi ki korbey ?", my mom asked.
"Na bolo", I was adamant, "Bolo ota ki ? Tomra shob bhaalo bhaalo khaachho amake naa diye..", I complained. "Kothaye bhaalo khaachhi baba ? Aami to khai na oshob.", mom was gently insistent, "Tomake na diye ki amra bhaalo jinish khete paari".
"Taholey ota ki ?". At that moment, my dad came in looking for a pen and a piece of paper. My mom seized this opportunity.
"Eijey shunchho", my mom asked, "chhele jiggesh korchhey tomra ki khachho". My dad couldnt help but smile. "Amra ki khachhi ? Oshob daarun daarun jinish. Tui taratari boro hoye ja. Chhoto khele bhishon oshukh korey.", He answered, picking up a paper and a pen and going out.
"Dekhle to ?", my mom smiled.
"Kintu otar naam ki ?", I asked. Everything has a name, so this should too.
"Ja giye khel tor computer-e", my mom shooed me away.
I was at a dilemma. What to do ? I could chase this mystery for the rest of the evening, and still not get anywhere close to an answer, or I could go on another swashbuckling adventure with the prince of persia.
I chose the latter. Switching on my computer, I waited for it to bring me to the DOS prompt. Then off I went on another adventure.
I must have played for at least an hour when I heard dad's friends get up to leave. They came to my room to say good night.
"Orey baba ! eta abar ki game ?"
"Prince of Persia", I answered, my eyes glued to the screen. I was making a very difficult series of jumps.
My dad and his friends stood watching me bash some guards open. "good night beta", they said and files out. An idea came to my mind. I paused the game and ran into the living room. My dad had gone downstairs to see his friends off, and sure enough, his glass was half full. I took a quick swig of the liquid. It burned my throat and made my eyes water. I looked at the liquid in disgust, wondered for a moment as to how my dad and his pals could actually relish something so disgusting as this, then dashed back to my room when I heard my father come up the stairs.
The next day, I couldnt go to school. Thats because I woke up at 11'o'clock.
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