Different Versions of Truth

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AIM in Life

Well , dont worry. Its not that boring essay writing in school days. Those days , pages full of lies. I want to be a doctor , I want to serve my nation , I wont take fees from poors bla bla , lies after lies. This is just because junkviper told me write one. First of all , no one reads my blog , secondly , its very easy when someone tells you to write on something particular. finding topic is something very tough , thats why , these days , i am not that regular in my wordpress blog.

any way , forget that, lets talk about my aim.

well , in my very childhood , i had diff. types of wish. from police to cobbler. well , seems to me first one is very good choice well , time goes. I got admitted in EEE. Very prospective subject in current world. apparently , i can't find any problem with my future since there are thousands of jobs waiting for me telecom/ IC /power companies.

but dont know why these days , i started to lose faith from human. to be honest , I dont like to be with people. I thinking , living alone , in a far away hill house would give me much pleasure. When I think , What I have done so far in my life , I find nothing. you may call me depressionist. may be I am that. But I can't ignore what I have found.

so its right now very hard for me to tell what I will do in future. At first , I also thought like you that , these are my temporary thoughts , I would get out of it soon. But Now I found that , this is not temporary. Actually, I want something different. But still dont know what would I do.

[junkviper]

Tomar Blog keo pore na ke bolche? Amra ki keo na? keep on writin.Thanx for keeping my request.
Yah ! more or less all of us r a bit confused regarding our target. Hope that this will be resolved as time passes by.

[}|Serial_Killer|{]

haha thx for ur comment.

asole kao pore na means, ai duniya te shobai kintu bolte valobashe, shunte na.shobai tai nijer kotha bole. tai khali amar blog ken , golpo r famous memberder blog eo dekhben expected reply ashe na. amio tar baire na. amio jay manush er blog mon diye pori ta na. amra masala stuffs porte valobashi but ideological or reflective blog kao pore tore na. ami amnei likhi , kam kaj na thakle lekhi r ki.

ar leikha to duniya change hoy na. leikha mon er jhal mitai.

again thx for ur visit. abar ashebn

[junkviper]

obosshoi ashbo !ei je aschi.

[}|Serial_Killer|{]

hmm... akta valo blog likhlam ajke. wordpress blog e amar . ai khane r copy marte shokti pailam na

mod ra abar amare kontra treat koiren na

ar blog ta kemon laglo , oikhane bolien

[khekshial]

tutla, ekdom dekhi diary lekhte boshchos, asos kemon

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Relatively Relative

Committing crime is bad. So as supporting Jamat. I can list thousands of bad works.

Why they are bad ?

they are bad because , " W E " think they are bad. Who are " W E " ?

Whats the surety that " W E " are right ?

Actually we are making some sort of scale at every instant of life. But we dont know is this scale is right ? How can we be so sure about definition of bad and good ? Are they predefined ? How could we trust them ? How could believe them ? ain't the idea believe itself a confusing one ?

Everything is confusing when you are out of scene, just watching the drama , from a long distance. things are different.

just try to think differently , at least for one day. Most importantly , dont dare to think. Atleast for one day , forget all barriers about thinking !

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A night with different touch

Tonight Dhaka is under 10 degree cel. temperature.

Guess What I did tonight ? Actually , I was with my friends all evening. I started my return journey to home at almost 10 PM from Indira Road. I was lucky because ,today I found only one rickshaw in road , where as I found 100s of them in usual time. And thanx again, he didn't decline to go.

So My journey began. It was outstanding cold there. Suddenly I feel that , I should uncover my neck and ears. So I removed my muffler.

How can I tell you , how it was felt ! A great force of wind , with very little light in roads and all shops closed , I couldn't hardly find other vehicles out there. Its like almost alone a huge road. It was like something dream.

After coming home , my feelings got maturity. I came to my room , open all windows. Its severe cold out , but I let them enter. then I played one of my fav. tracks , "A piece of cold" by Satriani.

If you haven't experience it , I can't tell you. How it feels !

[junkviper]

vaijan! ami gotokal (6th Jan,07) 22:30 er night coach e Barisal theke Dhakar uddeshe start kori. Rat 02.30 e Aricha ghat e eshe ki dekhi janen? sondha theke ferry ar launch bondho. Shokal 06:30 porjonto nodir pare aro hajar hajar jatrir shathe ami darano chilam! boshar jaiga nai. Bujhen obostha . Thanda kake bole?

[junkviper]

vai apnar lekha theke amader deprived korata mone hoi thik hocche na.
lekha chai.