sorrow without fear
can be enjoyed like treasure.
the Bangladeshi poet Saratchandra…
thanks to Polash for this pearl and many others….
i saw a totally unbangladeshi bangladeshi female at a party yesterday. the party was for international students, only 15 turned up, when i heard she was bangladeshi i wanted to talked to her, but after observing her for sometime i didnt want to . everyone was dancing to terrible, ugly music and i was sitting by the side, waiting for my roommates, who suggested going to the party….lousy night …. the female was kind of ashamed to say she was from bangladesh, when she was introduced, and i was thinking”she has so much to be proud of about bangladesh, and she chooses to be ashamed” and then i knew i wouldnt talk to her.
i talked to a jordanian instead, he wasnt dancing and i wasnt either, but i sure was feeling uncomfortable there, he wasnt, he was just watching the crowd, and after we introduced ourselves to each other, he says,”dont you find this amusing, all these men dancing, look at that guy in the white shirt, he’s dancing like this is his last dance..”
so i asked him why he wasnt dancing , and whats amusing about people dancing(alright the hip-hop and R&B music was such that you had to make an effort to dance to it, but still…) and then he says…
“where i come from , men dont dance, its the women who do, so you see i cannot dance, i wont think of myself as a male if i do!!” and you should have been there to know that he meant business!! I guess its his last party….