Another crunch week, despite the hartals. With the term finals coming up, and assignments due, it's impossible to get a nice lazy hour to spend reading and relaxing, which is why Strange Pilgrims was the perfect book to keep me company.
To begin with, this is a collection of twelve short stories by the Nobel laureate Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Just like all of Katherine Mansfield's stories from In a German Pension revolved around the inhabitants of a German pension town, the stories in Strange Pilgrims are pretty much all about Latin Americans in Europe, most of which carry an .
In Bon Voyage, Mr. President, an expatriate ex-president is recognised by an ambulance driver bent on exploitation. In I only came to use the Phone, a woman with car trouble finds herself trapped in a mental institution. Sleeping Beauty and the Airplane recounts a transatlantic flight with a beautiful stranger in the next seat, sound asleep and paying the infatuated narrator no mind
The plots are simple, but the character study and use of language is incisive. Many of the stories in the collection are basically reworked versions of journalistic articles and screenplays.
Now, what can I say about Marquez that hasn't already been said before? Anyone who's read his novels, like Love in the time of Cholera and A Hundred Years of Solitude will be familiar with the strangeness of his stories. This Colombian-born writer has a knack for infusing a touch of magic to the mundane, so that by the time you're halfway through each story, you're thinking 'Where did that come from?” Unlike Roald Dahl's Tales of the Unexpected (another anthology I would strongly recommend), where the twist comes in at the very end, you get a taste of the weirdness of the situation right from the very start, and even given that, the ending will manage to surprise you.
The book should be available at Omni and Etc, and makes the perfect literary antipasto, so if you're hungry for an exotic reading experience, this is the book I'd recommend.
By Sabrina F Ahmad
Recap: RS High…the dog-eat-dog world of teen socialization. Prianka, Lamia, Afrida and Sadia…four very different girls thrown together by circumstances. We've seen how the popular clique broke down, and now the new girl and girly girl are head-to-head with the nerd and the queen bee as they compete in the interclass science competition. Last week, Sadia made the shocking discovery that her nemesis Prianka is the new basketball captain. This week, we're having a special blog entry by Prianka's boyfriend Saquib, who talks about his experience with the girls.
Current mood: Amused
It's funny how much learning happens outside the classrooms. I bunked Math class today; not being in any kind of mood to listen to Sen Sir's boring Calculus lectures, I decided to go and catch my girlfriend Prianka's first basketball practice session.
The first time she'd told me about joining the team, I'd been very skeptical I mean, Pree is more like a cheerleader than an athlete. When I watched the practice, though, I must say I was impressed. Firstly, she looked sizzling hot in those track pants. Secondly, she's got a wicked jump-shot. That Sadia girl is not bad either; if she could just work on her passes.
One thing I don't get though; we guys have our differences too…like that other day when that stupid Faisal was mouthing off about Pree and I wanted to bash his teeth in. We never take our difference onto the playing fields, though. Sports is sports, and it's serious stuff. These girls, though, they're a different story altogether. There's no secret about the fact that Pree and Sadia don't get along; more so now that they're facing off at the science tournament, but did they have to take it out on each other during practice? It's so pathetic…we'd have a really good team this year, if those girls could just learn something about teamwork. Afrida seemed to share my opinion. I like this new friend of Pree's, unlike that Lamia chick she used to hang out with. You can actually talk to her, you know, not like those ditzy girls and their stupid sari-churri gossip. We sat watching the game, and discussing politics and anime. There's something different about her these days too…something I can't put my finger on, but it's a positive change.
The guys and I went out for a bit too. Russel has installed new woofers on his RX8, and we took it for a spin out to Ashulia. Man, that was great…open highway, The Killers on the stereo… Russel and Faisal were fagging away like crazy, so by the time I got back home, I was smelling like an ashtray, and Mom just threw a fit. She wouldn't believe that I didn't smoke, of course. She never does. I don't even know why I bother.
By Sabrina F Ahmad
I know many of you guys and gals have been running from the Goethe Institute to the Alliance Francaise to learn another foreign language besides English.
There is no telling when your job description requires you to know German, French or 'lingua Chakma'!
For that my friends, the 'Incredible Hunk' is here to provide you with the latest Chakma language tit bits, exclusively on the 'Rising Stars'. You want/need to know 'lingua Chakma' because, what if you find me on your employer's seat someday.
Then you will know what to do to impress me. Or what if you badly want to tell someone something without letting them know what you said.
Then read on and bless your tongue. Or what if someday, someway you find yourself visiting the south-eastern parts of Bangladesh.
Then, you will need to communicate, god damn it!
I love you: Mui to-re hoch phaang.
I want you to buy me those new a3 gigaride shoes: Tui mo-re sei no a3 gigaride zudo aani hini di-be.
Your cell phone sucks: Tor cell phone aan faaltoo.
By Hitoshi Chakma
My beloved boro chachi had passed away on the 20th of May, 2006, Saturday at 3:15 am. Before she died, her only son was holding her right hand, and she was resting on her eldest daughter's shoulders; her last words were, “I am sleepy, I want to sleep,” as she had passed to eternity. This poem is for her. May her sleep be peaceful; may Allah bless her with all that she was and have left behind, and more...
By Adnan M. S. Fakir
Your unguarded purity resembles an unprotected rose,
By Asef kabir
The grand rain
I dwell in dire dark
By Shoaib M. Siddiqui
A swift breeze caresses me
By Masroor Hussains
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