A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.


March 23, 2006

Ramblings of Panu-star

Today I was talking to good morning, midnight about our normal blog patterns when she said a curious little thing.

“ Ar Blogging korte bhallagchhe na re…” (Don’t feel like blogging no more…)

Somehow, a curious lethargy is spreading. I feel like screaming sometimes… there is no one who would listen. Its depressing the way I lead my life… my blog is the evidence. I take life WAY too literally and get kicked in the guts all the time.

Sorry folks, guess Panu is in self-deprecating mode again!!

Anyway, I should tell all who would believe (for this is kind of unbelievable) that I will be on TV. The reason for not believing me would be the date. 1st April. On that day, I will be on ETV Bangla at 6:30 p.m. sharp. For those who would want to recognize me, look for the young sidekick dressed in BLACK.

The whole episode took place a couple of weeks ago, when I ditched a couple of queer studies class to hitch a ride to the ETV studios where I was supposed to take part in a game show, Shashurbaari Bonam Baaperbaari (needless to say, the game seriously challenged my intellectual capabilities and took heavy tolls on my nerves and deducted at least 2 years from my rapidly dwindling life).

I went. I saw. I conquered. I saw bright lights and stars after the first battle. The second made me lose my temper, and I held on to my wits for the third. What struck me were two things:

1. My Matchmaking Mother immediately tried to pair me off with the “handsome” (according to her) singer on the show, without a single thought of him being married with two kids.
Her defence: tui to lamba cheyechhilish?!?! (You wanted height?!?!)

2. They had a 3-feet tall person who was my dance partner. And I, a modest five-feet four…

There is no fairness in life. At least, not for me.

Reader, consolations should be in order.

8 comments:

Jodi said...

It's so cool to read someone's blog from India! Blogging really does open up a whole new world of "friends", doesn't it!

panu said...

Yes it does... I stumbled on to your blog and guess what... am hooked.

J. Alfred Prufrock said...

Would you please change your font colour? This is tough on the eyes, especially for old people like me.

Liked your Brokeback post.

J.A.P.

Sue said...

a curious lethargy is spreading. I think you mean "lethargia". Ref. myownfairystories.blogspot.com if you don't know what I am talking about. But I imagine you do.

good morning, midnight said...

Panu, don't stop blogging sweetheart! Aamar kotha baad de, I feel I am 80, I was born middle aged. And Panu, TV star, dekhtei hobe:D
Have I told you lately I love you? I don't usually change my mind about people, but you did it, and so decisively that I doubt my powers of judgement these days. Never change...I wanted to cry today when you hugged me, and there are very few people who brighten my day...you are one of them.

panu said...

JAP - thank You...

Sue - Hmmm... you know its true... i think so... but then again, these are mere words.

GMM - Aww... i love u too. And I HAVE to learn what you thought of me before...

Patient Portnoy said...

Missed it... took a blog holiday, and missed you on ETV. Will there be a rerun?

panu said...

PPnoy - I have NO idea and I really REALLY dont wanna know