the sly but not so sly

i'll justify the title pretty soon...but theres something i need to get out. i have been braggin about the camera so much that last nite it hit me....what if i can't do justice to it.... ie if i am not worth it.... it did cost a shit load of money.....and again all some how smoothly taken from daddy dear.... but the thought struck me..... shit this is a friggin professional camera....... the real deal..... i have to take care of it...... nojor e rakhte hobe and now everyone will except that dude witha camera like that shud be good......fuck there it is...another expectation...... i gotta get serious now..... "serious"... see thats a word that i never payed heed to...... but all thats gonna change..... cause there's no excuse now..... dude i got the camera......now i must deliver.......seeesh i just hope the friggin thing ain't that complicated...... there are more buttons on it than i have on my keyboard!
but i believe.....i shall conquer... pati camera diye jodi bhalo chobi tui.....Dslr e te aaro bhalo hobe (i think)...... anyways how difficult can it be...... camera cholar jonne battery chai.....chalanor jonne "in-tune" handler chai.....and in-tune for me is like 2-3 huffs and puffs away...... so i believe it won't be that difficult..... and the idea of workin out whilst takin pictures is good..(size of the camera....shibu'r o complex hobe)....heh eh ............ anyway all of a sudden mi heart filled with hope and warmth.....optimism is my worst enemy.........so anyway....i am the kinda son that has "promise" but then never quite delivered it....... and the mere thought of dad gettin me a 1000 buck camera........ somehow shows me that they still have faith..... i dunno how or why....but they still believe........ we take em for granted.....but serious for me they a blessin.... i mean minus the isd jhars and family politics.........and the stories of my "fuck-ups" always being told when ever i do something wrong....... in the midst of all that.... i can't hold a grudge...... simply can't and i thank god......who's never listening....... for them....i just hope this last time i'll proveth miself.......


anyways the title has to be justified......
we bengali have been known to posses a sweet tooth..... i have worked long and hard to put a leash around that habit........but yesterday as i was turning in bed all i could think was the "mihidana" i bought 2 days ago...... the fresh orange orange tiny balls of sweetness..... its our sweet caviar...... after 15 mins of contemplation i finally got up..........the room was dark...and didn't have mi glasses on...... i probe my hand around in recognition of the way that leads to the fridge...... i stumble onwards....as i open the fridge..... i stepped on some thing....."squish" thats the vibe my neuron took to my brain...... so my first reaction was "fuck....bhaat....bhaat onek bhaat .........." and since dida don't have bhaat at raat...... so suspects needed......i was the sole culprit....... i went to get the jharu and nakra....... "Entho" ...........sheesh the complications......but before i actually went off to clean the mess up...... a flash of thoughts appeared in my head....
* abot 1/2 an hour ago i heard dida come near mi door go to the bathroom and open the fridge*.... still engulfed in darkness.... i brused my hand against the floor....so as to pick up the squished "bhaat".....well i picked a lot up..... jei light on korlam.......chakmaaaaaaaaa bhat ain't orange...... bhaat ain't sweet...... chaakma.......then it struck me.....smooth criminal........ with a mihidana trail leadin to her bed room .....i followed (2:45am).... i see dida comfortably inside her moshari...... and black and white uttom and suchitra on the tv......and dida intently watchin.....
i go up and say ...."ki go ghumabe na??".........she responds... "yeah....after this movie....really good one".......... then i said....outta the blue..."mihidana khabe?"...... all of a sudden all attention was given to me......dida stuttered "na......eto raate...??!!! and emi te e mihi dana aamar bhalo lagena"............to which i couldn't contain my laughter.......a "pffffff" came out....dida o muski dinus...... i walked back thinking....one day i'll be in that bed...... watchin movies....and not coverin my mihidana trail........he he......i love her......so sweet and gullible.........smooth criminal.....not so smooth tho....he he.....i love old ppl......they'r like kids with a conscience...

and this is for all the cat haters.....how can you hate this furball?????....