Rocking Pic!


Some people are so fu**ing creative!

Baby on a hand!

Anyway, happy valentine’s day! Use protection whenever you make love!

Birthday Boy!


Another 356 days, and I’m a year older.

Mitu sent the first greeting at midnight, followed by Oishi, Nishi, Adrita, Tahsin and Deep. Scarlet, Tanim and Ridhma cared enough to call — thanks to all of them!

Adrita was supposed to meet me, but canceled it in the last hour… health problem. Anyhow, Tanim-the-Geat-Liar surprisingly kept his word and met me in the evening. We spent some quality time and drank beer!

Just in case you’re curious to know how old I’m now — I turned 23!

BLUA T-Shirt, Alpha Release


Chittagong Revisited


Timeline: Jan 15 – Jan 19

I reached the port city on Sunday evening, on the very comfy Shohag Volvo Bus. I stayed at Asian SR Hotel this time, and I’m extremely happy about their service. It’s very apparent that the hotel authority has taken extra special care in training the staff. The room was great, so was the food! The hotel has a bar as well, and I tried out some Chinese liquor!

I’ll skip the reason why I went there, since it will only bore you. Instead, I’ll leave you with a few impressions and observations I had about the city of Chittagong.

Chittagong Railway Station

– With so many small and not-so-small hills around, the natural scenery of the city is a truly magnificent. It’s an old city, and the buildings and the oak trees bearing the sign of it. One of the attractions of the city is Patenga sea beach, which is about 10 km away from downtown. This small beach has increased the beauty of the city by a large scale. Foy’s Lake is another attraction, and it’s a very romantic place to visit!

– No offence, but people in Chittagong speak in a weird dialect! I should better call it a language, since it has a very little similarity with Bengali. If Sylhety and Dhakaiya is considered a language, then it should be counted the same way.

– Since there are numerous hills all over of the city, setting up point to point wireless connectivity can be very tedious and expensive. Putting up a 180 feet (almost 55 meter) tower on top of a 10-storied building is a lot of money! In case of DSL/ADSL, cables get stolen regularly and therefore the ISPs only provide connection within 1.5 km diameter of their POP! One ISP guy told me that their fiber optic cable got stolen! How pathetic!

– Chittagonians seemed to be very conservative (read: Islamic). Foreign Muslim preachers stayed this part of the world since centuries (they used to come mostly from Middle East on waterways). I’ve seen a very few young women on the roads, even in the posh areas of the city. Most of the women wear borkas, which is an Islamic dress (usually black) that covers the entire body except for fingers and eyes. I always thought men hated shopping, but Chittagonian men seemed to do it with a lot of enthusiasm! Since I found guys buying sari, cosmetics and ornaments, I’m sure they lock their wives at home and buy the ladies’ products themselves! Very strange breed of men! Another important point of their conservativeness: I found only a handful couples dating around at the parks or at the romantic hillside spots.

– There are too many graveyards around, at least one in every five kilometers. What a terrible waste of land!

– When I went to Chittagong for the first time in October, when the CNG 3-wheelers didn’t had fair meters. Transport authority forced them to install meters, but the drivers don’t want to use them since it wouldn’t be possible to overcharge the passengers any more! Fucking thieves!

– Since there isn’t much cars around, there isn’t any traffic jam in the city except for the road in front of the sea port, and it’s a valid reason. But still, this jam is nothing compared to the jams of Elephant Road, Mogbazar, or Motijheel in Dhaka!

Any how, I’m way too tired now, and I seriously need to get some sleep. Before I go to bed, here’s a little yucky fact for you guys:

Chittagong, also known as Chattagram, Chatgaa, and Chattrala has the largest homosexual population in Bangladesh!

A Topsy-Turvy Love Story


Location: Pizza Hut, Gulshan
Time: 14:30

I found myself smiling as a 23-year young lady wearing an orange Kamiz rushed towards me. Once a pony tailed teenage girl going crazy for me looked so matured — time can bring so much difference!

The girl who brought so much difference in me once again sat in front of me, talking. This girl helped me to gain self-esteem, guided me through the most difficult of times, taught me to confront obstacles, tutored me the art of kissing, exposed me a whole new world of Bengali lifestyle, enlightened me with her unconventional thoughts, and made me to dream of having my very own family.

While we took a little walk down the lane beside Pizza Hut, I grabbed her hand. Suddenly, I felt a spasm down my spine. My knees felt so weak. And her? She shivered. She said she can’t walk any more.

We headed to Quirky’s place.

We made out. I relished kissing and caressing her all over the body. My lips went warm and my body felt tingly. It was a state of bliss. She nibbled on my ears, which used to be my favourite thing! That very familiar smell from her body made me to feel like holding her for an eternity. Wish only I could.

No matter how much she wants, no matter how much I want, we’ll never be able to live together; both our primary reason is our religion. I wish she gets over me soon and I hope the same for me! Love bites, it really does!

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