Nirmalendu Goon's Poetry

When I'm Old

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;



How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

~ William Butler Yeats

I donno why but whenever I read this poetry I feel really sad :( What a beautiful poetry! I'm not old, but when i look at my younger cousins like Fabin, Raad, Rakib, Raiyan, Aunik, Akash...i get scared! Their 'Teen-age' force me to believe i'm in my middle age now! Isn't it pathetic how time pass away so quick! Its seems like yesterday when i used to cry for toys! Now here I am, 30 years old man..all set to start 2nd innings of life! Damn!

Cry, cry...Don't cry!

When did you last time cry for others pain. When I say others pain, I mean entirely unknown people's pain? When we cry in others pain, do we really cry for them? Or we cry because we have our own pain, which is very similar to their pain?

August 02, 2006 this was a day that I would never forget. I was then in Cyprus when I received the horrible news that my grandmother(Nanu) had past away. I knew that my grandmother was sick, and unfortunately she had been in hospital for months. But I couldn’t believe it, it almost felt like a bad dream, and I sincerely wanted to wake up but can't. As I knew in my heart I wasn’t dreaming and all I could do is cry. I didn’t want to accept it; she was a great woman, someone that I spent so much time with. I remember all those childhood days at grand ma's house, and having meal together, watching TV, the smell of the kitchen, her voice, sound of her keys around the house. How could I forget every details about her, I was one of her very dearest grandson!

A month ago when my best friend Zaber's father died, and he was crying like a baby on the phone, i was crying too...partly because i can't stand my best friend is crying in pain, partly because i was in pain remembering my grand ma's death. Our mind is so strange..we donno how it travels through one thought to another just in a second. We always cry when nearest people around us cry. But do we really cry for the same reason, i guess not. Ofcourse we are sympathized but this is not the whole story. That day I realized we've our own pain to cry for..we always unconsciously find a way to relate their pain with our one, and cry. I may sound selfish, but take a minute and think..I'm sure you will realize it is true!

I Am Who I Am

There was a time when I used to take seriously every single thing that people pronounce about me. No matter who the person is.. My best friend to street boy, I used to care everybody. But as the time passed away I realized its not healthy to pay attention to all these craps. I started to change..and I managed to change. But...there is a but, but there are some moments when it's better to react or speak up rather than keeping the mouth shut.

Recently some of my friends comments (or shall I say nasty opinion) came into my attention. They thinks I post all the positive status n polished photos on my facebook wall or twitter just to make myself look better than I am in real. Well, I can't change what u think but what I can do is to give a clarification(even I think I should not clarify things). I post good or inspiring thoughts because I wanna spread positivity among people, not the misery of my little life. I don't want people to see my photos where I look miserable n think yaks..what the hell! Trust me, I'm not on facebook to get highest 'Like', I'm not on twitter 2 get brownie points neither a fan following. I'm here 2 spread a positive vibe n connect with real people n friends.

Guys... I am who I am. I don't pretend to be a saint or a sinner since I am a bit of both. All those who want me to be someone else sorry to disappoint. So here is the advice, if u can't handle good things around you, just back off, unfollow me or block me from your network. Sometimes I may please u &sometimes I may disappoint. You can't please all people all the time. That is life. If u r my friend u will understand. Take care...peace :)

My First Farewell Party

Last night was my first farewell party. It was a surprise. Sharif, one of my Bangladeshi friend arranged this wonderful party. From the beginning of my Cyprus life, he was a good friend. But back in 2007 one night when he was drunk we had an disgusting argument. As a consequence we stop talking to each other.

But last new year eve,after odd 2 years I patched up with him. As I'm leaving for Bangladesh soon, I thought it's not a good idea to keep this bitterness alive.Life is too short to continue such silly fights, isn't it?

The party was rocking and I got so drunk last night. As i know my limit, after a while I escaped the party without saying anyone good bye. I know my friends, they'll never allow me to leave that early from the party. I know it's weird, and I'm so sorry but I didn't have any other option but escaping that party.

My friends have a big heart, I'm sure apparently they'll forgive me.Now on a special note, I'd like to take the privilege to thank Sharif for this wonderful, heart warming party. It means a lot to me, thanks again :)

So...that's all for tonight...Sleep well guys

Apple iPad

From my Twitter account I’ve noticed, more people were talking about the debut of the iPad than the anything of the world. This either means that people really like gadgets or that we're all sick of news.
What Apple iPad; What are the characteristics of the IPAD? It's a half-inch thick and weighs just 1.5pounds/.68kg , with a 9.7-inch capacitive touchscreen IPS LCD display, and it's running a custom 1GHz Apple "A4" chip developed by the P.A. Semi team, with a 10-hour battery life and a month of standby. It'll come in 16, 32, and 64GB sizes,There's a 30-pin Dock connector, a speaker, a microphone, Bluetooth, 802.11n WiFi and optional 3G, as well as an accelerometer and a compass. There's also a keyboard dock, which connects underneath in the portrait orientation, support for up to 1024x768 VGA out and 480p composite out through new dock adapter cables, and a camera attachment kit that lets you import photos from your camera over USB or directly through an SD reader.
The device is managed by iTunes, just like the iPhone /ipod touch/ipod.
What does it Cost? I was honestly expecting it to cost about a million dollars, which makes the actual price tag of (as low as) $499 seem pretty reasonable in comparison. It all depends on the model you want and the data plan you choose. Here's what to expect.
Will the iPad be a Success? Quote from a friend: "OK, so I was wrong about the iPod, but this is going to fail too." I'm torn, personally. It seems to me to be a lot like a netbook with a stand, but I also have friends who could buy a single, beat-up, old shoe if it had the Apple logo on it, so who knows.
My opinion, friends don’t spend your hard earn money on an iPad now. As this is the first version, it doesn’t have many features. The first version is more like a concept car than something you’d really drive. So I suggest waiting for future iterations with more features at a lower price!

Joshua Hair

Other day I was having a chit-chat with my friends about hair cuts. I was wondered some of them doesn't know What Joshua Hair is! Well look at the picture and read this journal, you'll realize u know this hair cut but the proper name!

Joshua hair can be described as a typical 90s haircut, dramatic center part, sometimes longer in the front, sometimes gelled down on the sides for that "wet look." It can be curly, frosted, greasy etc.etc.etc.

But Joshua isn't just a haircut, it's a way of life. Being a Joshua means wearing fake Oakley EVERYDAY even if it's cloudy. It means being the first to yell "PARTY FOUL" when someone drops a can of Bud Light. It means climbing up walls and jumping down.... just to be a spectacle. A man who can call himself a Joshua is the center of attention wherever he goes.(Courtesy: www.tumblr.com/)

Go that extra mile, boy, buy that silk shirt with the blue flames, because YOU my friend, are on fire.

Love,

Johney