Return of the Returning

It was a long weekend. So I went away. I got on a bus and left the echoing booming of Jamal Bhai's voice behind. It's been rattling in my brain.

So, this return (the third consecutive blog entry to herald my return) is official.

Rest assured, I still view you with utmost contempt and think of you as the puny maggots that you are. But there's something I want to address before proceeding further.

The gloomy, dark and depressing turn of events on February 25, the weekend that had everyone in Bangladesh gripped, shocked and stunned had a major hand in the temporary shutdown of this blog. I'll say no more, as I don't feel this is the appropriate forum to talk about that.

Immediately after that, it seemed wrong for me to post on a blog dedicated to the light and humourous treatment of the darkness in my heart. I stayed away, giving myself time. That weekend unfolded and we heard stories and saw images that shook us to the core.

Slowly, life started going on. As it must. Don't forget, but don't let darkness drag you down.

It started raining on the bus back into Dhaka. It feels like months since it's rained. Maybe it has been months. But it seemed like a sign. Wash the bad feelings away. At the risk of sounding callous, I am moving forward, and back into my little world of petty bitching.

I got off the bus and a car almost drove over my foot.

I have returned.

Return of the King

Yeah, so after coming back from my last break, I went on another break.
But the long-awaited next post is coming...in the next few days.



Stay cool.