Something Old: "Something New"

Wait.
The word plays in repeat
I struggle to push it
Outta my head and mind.
‘Cuz thinkin’ back to then
Just brings me pain and
The dim reminisces of us.
What we used to be
Is gone forever; thrown away.

Stop.
Maybe I should’ve listened
When you said to hold on;
To not lose each other
In the mess we’d made.
The panic waves came crashing
And washed us both away.
We might’ve worked things out
But now it’s gone forever.

But hey, here’s to something new.
A fresh start I’ve made without you.
I thought I’d feel regret
‘Cuz it would be hard to forget,
But to you I’ve gotta be true:
I’ve just felt relief and
A freedom long overdue.

Stay.
I’ve yet more to say.
Before I wipe you away
With the other fading memories.
Maybe that’s our problem, baby
We never learned to listen.
It’s always just been talking,
And gestures and a lotta pacin’.
But finally that’s all gone, forever.

But hey, here’s to something new.
A fresh start I’ve made without you.
I thought I’d feel regret
‘Cuz it would be hard to forget
But to you I’ve gotta be true:
I’ve just felt relief and
A freedom long overdue.

© Rohini Alamgir (7 June 2008)

Okay, Okay, K'Naan! We're Waving Already!

When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a wavin’ flag
So wave your flag, now wave your flag, now wave your flag

- K' Naan "Waving Flag" (Official FIFA World Cup Song)

I cover my ears as the song threatens to literally blow my mind (and eardrums), yet with a goofy smile on my face. And the crowd around me continues to sing along. For the first time in my life, I see my countrymen come together in large groups, not for a political riot, not for a religious gathering, and definitely not for a mob fight. No, they're...I'm sorry, WE are all here to join the rest of the world in the ONLY sport that can make us all come together, a sport that inspires rivalry, and yet due to it's very nature, ensures that the enmity stays covered by the face of friendship: The FIFA WORLD CUP! Yes, maybe I am being a bit dramatic, but football has been my love since as far back as I can remember trying desperately to be my older brother's younger "brother." The attempt failed, for obvious biological reasons: I'm female. However, ever since I took on the role of being a tomboy, football was my sport of choice. I've tried to play basketball, badminton, tennis, volleyball and even cricket, but none of these other sports really held my attention the way football did. And even when my parents disallowed me to play with my brother and his friends because i was "getting too old to be playing in the dirt with boys" (they used these exact words, I kid you not), I continued to enjoy the game vicariously through my league team: Manchester United. Sometimes I'd sneak out and go play with the boys regardless of my parents inhibitions, but I got caught too often and found myself grounded enough times to realize that perhaps it was safer to just limit myself to watching and enjoying the game. And resigned to that fate, I persisted in being a football fanatic.

Oooooh woowoo ooh Wooo ooohh ooohoh
And everybody will be singing it
Oooooh woowoo ooh Wooo ooohh ooohoh
And we all will be singing it

I've always been surrounded by football fans since childhood. My older brother is an avid football player, and is a die hard Inter Milan supporter. All my cousins are football fans: Bayern Munich, AC Milan and Roma being some of their teams of choice, and my father and I have always been truly UNITED. I think my love for the game pushed me to seek out other girls and boys who felt similarly, because today, when I think about it, most of my closest and best friends are football freaks too. Even then, the leagues never really brought us all together, or really created the atmosphere that is so strong around my country right now that it can almost be seen and touched, and not just felt. That's what the World Cup does to you I guess. Who needs to push plausible ways to achieve world peace when you can just keep having FIFA World Cups which bring people together from all over the world, sharing the same dreams and hopes for their countries? Yeah when one country wins, most people are disappointed. Whenever a country is out of the running, the people are devastated. But the point is, even then, people continue to watch. They continue to be a part of this amazing experience, and like true teams they maintain their team spirit, and like true sportsmen, they behave with decency towards opposing teams (maybe light jokes thrown about, or intelligent discussions, or witty repartee), and take a loss with as much grace as possible. Truthfully, I have never seen people change so much. Especially people at home. On most days people on the streets are irritable, because everyone is hot, tired, in a rush to get somewhere, but undoubtedly stuck in traffic, and therefore fights break out, and people snap at each other. Not a smile or a nice word. Now, people stop to speak statistic to someone wearing their team's color, jersey or sporting the flag. There are smiles all around, and excitement, enthusiasm and anticipation charges the air seeming to smother the neat layer of smog that is the usual backdrop of a Dhaka City scene.

Lets rejoice in the beautiful game,
And together at the end of the day.
We all say

Yes, K' Naan is right. At the end of the day, we are all indeed TOGETHER as we stay glued to our TVs, waiting for the games to begin. Whether you're in USA, France, Australia, Somalia, Honduras etc, if youre country is in the running (and even if it isn't), and even if you're not that big a football enthusiast, I'm sure you'll be watching the game tonight. And when you do, think about the hundreds of thousands of people out there who are watching with baited breath, just like you, who probably share the same dreams and hopes (and maybe even support the same team) as you, and allow yourself to FEEL that connection. Tonight, we'll all be connected. We'll all be ONE, "as we lose our inhibition..."

Celebration, it surround us, every nations, all around us...
So wave your flag, now wave your flag, now wave your flag!

Progressive Thoughts?

Progress. What is that, really? I just watched this film, right? And one of the protagonists put forth the argument that for today's world, progress is all about becoming more "westernized;" about adopting the values and attitudes of America and Europe and basically selling out to those same people whose ancestors once oppressed and dominated ours. Somehow I don't quite agree with this assessment of the situation: not only because wounds created eons ago have long since healed, but also because it shows a lack of "progressive" perspective. Living in the States currently has allowed me to glimpse both sides of the coin, and I've come to realize that it's like a trick coin with both heads and no tail. When we see a young boy or girl dressed in western clothes on the street, we all stop and stare, and some (or maybe most) of us instantly think: SELLOUT! But the question is, why? What people fail to realize is that the West is just as interested in our culture as we are in theirs, and allowing an easy intermingling of both could easily solve many political strifes that are unnecessarily created. To me, progress means exactly what Websters defines it as: positive move/transition; going forward. I feel that if we took the time to realize that most of us essentially follow the same religion (belief in ONE God or higher power) and that different locations, clothing or even language is NOT a barrier to peaceful coexistence, only THEN can we consider ourselves "progressing." You might say that I'm being a romantic idealist, and you would be entirely correct. I am. I am quite aware of the various other factors that affect us all, and stand in the way of this idea of "world peace." What surprises me is why people are content to point out the problems and possible solutions, and yet make no move to change. Yeah, one person cannot make a difference, but it needs to start somewhere, right?

I mean, think about it. Who starts fashion trends? Movie stars? Other celebrities? Designer houses? It hardly matters where it starts and how it spreads, because the point is, if fashion can start and grow, why can't one do the same with a good idea? You know what's funny? You'll read this with a smirk on your face and say, "Why not? Go ahead and do it, since you've thought of it." And you'd be right. Maybe I should. But guess what? Now that you've read this, how about some help? This is the point when you realize that you think it'll never work out, and would therefore be a massive waste of your energy and time. My father always says, "time is money." And he's right. It is, and money does make the world go 'round. But what if you decided to help anyway, and with enough time and effort, we networked to a great extent and it started working? What if? Then it's worth it, right? My father also taught me about "opportunity cost." Life is like a giant economic chessboard that we need to navigate through, Harry Potter style. There will always be a choice. I guess I do believe that our destinies are set, but I also believe that Allah / God / Bhagvan / an unknown Higher Power / an omnipotent Powers-That-Be or simply FATE (whatever you choose to call it), allows us to pick from the gazillion destinies that belong to us. I'm being rather unclear, so please, bear with me while I try to clarify this vision for you. You see, I'm thinking of a pond or maybe a tree bearing fruits. The water in the pond or the fruits of the tree are the various destinies that are set out. None of them, however, belong to anyone specific. This pond/tree is in the center of an enormous, confusing jungle. People pick out their own separate paths through the jungle till they reach the pond/tree. Then they either pick a single fruit, or take a single sip of water, and their destiny becomes their own. So we do get to make our own future, and find our own destinies; the only catch is that someone (with a very imaginative mind) has thought out every possible destiny for us.

Maybe this rant is getting too airy and vague and creative for you. Don't bother about closing this screen, because I'll end here, with this one last thought: ?

Progress. What is that, really? I just watched this film, right? And one of the protagonists put forth the argument that for today's world, progress is all about becoming more "westernized;" about adopting the values and attitudes of America and Europe and basically selling out to those same people whose ancestors once oppressed and dominated ours. Somehow I don't quite agree with this assessment of the situation. Living in the States currently has allowed me to glimpse both sides of the coin, and I've come to realize that it's like a trick coin with both heads and no tail. When we see a young boy or girl dressed in western clothes on the streets, we all stop and stare, and some (or maybe most) of us instantly think: SELLOUT! But the question in, why? What people fail to realize is that the West is just as interested in our culture as we are in theirs, and allowing as easy intermingling of both could easily solve many political strifes that are unnecessarily created. To me, progress means exactly what Websters defines it as:

I think I'm turning Japanese...

This past Spring term at college I took a Japanese film class, simply because I needed to get out of my dance course, but I still needed the credits, and also because one of my closest friends was doing the course with me. In any case, the course did not require overmuch, since all we did was watch movies and write reflective and/ or comparative pieces on the films and the directors. In fact, other than learning to appreciate a different genre of films, and understanding the varied style of the Japanese filmmakers from Western or even other Eastern ones, I did not really learn much.  What I did learn though, was more insightful than anything several books about Japan could teach me. The country is rich in its culture and its traditions. Right? Well, somewhat. Japan is really simply a concoction of several different cultures, assimilated from China and the Western countries. The concept of noodles: Ramen, Soba, Spaghetti etc are all either Chinese or Italian, and even the Yakuza, the Japanese underworld gangsters who are featured in so many of Japan’s films, have evolved into simply a Japanese version of the Mafia. What is more, most Japanese manga (comic strips) or anime (animated film) depict characters who have excessively western features, like big, blue eyes etc.

Japan seemed to me to be like a person with split personality disorder. On one hand, I saw a Japan which was all about the pride and honor of the Samurai, the beauty and peace of the cherry blossoms, and the frightening yet heart wrenching performances of the Noh and Kabuki theaters. On the other hand Japan was also the place where there are countless “love hotels,” most of which are themed based on western places, films, celebrities etc, and there are themed bars and a craving for everything Western. As one documentary noted, Japan is like an onion, and peeling back each layer gives one a new aspect of the country. So which layer is the true Japan? What strikes me as extremely hilarious, however, is their antagonism towards foreigners. Though they love everything that looks and sounds western, and much of their culture has been based off western cultures, they do not really like the presence of foreigners in their country. While many would feel that this is simply hypocrisy on their parts, to me it only reflects their unshakeable pride. Because though Japan does build itself up based on other cultures, the important thing to notice is that once adopted, those traditions and cultures no longer seem western or Chinese, because Japan makes everything truly its own. From the slurping sound made while eating rice noodles, to the way they sit very stiff and correct on chairs, every action is very “Japanese.” What makes Japan the way it is, is not the cultures and traditions it adopts, but rather the unique and original way in which those customs begin to feel more Japanese than anything else.

Hello world!

And hello indeed to an entirely new world of blogs and random people getting to read my innermost thoughts. Wow that sounds somewhat creepy. Regardless, blog I must, because I'd much rather have random creeps reading this than have my mother find my diary and read it like she used to when I was a kid and didn't know what the hell "internet" was supposed to be. Sigh. Sometimes you just can't be thankful enough that you grow up. Then the troubles start, and you begin to lose your faith in God and religion and become agnostic or atheistic. Great! Good times.

And just as ironically, I'm back home in Bangladesh for the summer. Since you don't know me, you're probably thinking "how is that ironical," but I'm sure one of my best friends (yes, Rifat, I mean you) is reading this, and she knows exactly what I mean. The fact is, every time I go back to the States for another grueling semester of college, I always pledge to never come back here. And yet, here I am. But this time I DO promise, legitimately, that I will NOT come back in winter, and neither will I come back next summer. I swear....ish!

Yeah that's just me all over. And somehow, I'm the most decisive person I know. I never second guess myself, or change my decisions. Then why the hell can't I stick to this one? It's called emotional blackmail. A talent that my mother has fine tuned to perfection over the years. Practice does indeed make perfect. Yeah, well, you get the gist of it right? I think all mothers are the same in many ways. Yet they do insist on criticizing each other's tactics and methods. End of the day, they all give us endless amounts of love. Unfortunately, most of the time that love is very very demanding and forceful and therefore thoroughly unwanted. Oh well. Life.

So this was meant to be an intro, and not a rant against parents or life. But I realized that I can't seem to do anything in life without adding a rant to it. I think all those government classes are paying off, even if I am ending up with "Cs" in all of them. HA HA! At least I can debate. Yes? I just lost my train of thought. I knew I wanted to go somewhere with this intro piece, but there's this old friend of mine online telling me that if he sings for me, I have to make out with him, and that's got me rather distracted. And I just realized another thing about myself. I guess I am a rather shallow person, because all this time, I'm not worried so much about having to kiss some pretty much random guy. No. I'm thinking more like "I hope he's still as cute as he was a few years back when I saw him last." HAHAHAHAH! Yeah. Meet me.

Ok enough said. I have a piece on Japan that I really want to post, but I didn't want to do that without at least putting up a small intro. This one is quite big enough right now. I'll stop here. Thanks for reading. Read the next post! Please? DAMN YOU! READ IT! :) Thanks again :D