Palash, that strange soul from Bangladesh who was with us(RECians) for four years, reports to say that he has got into the MBA program at the Institute of Business Administration, Dhaka University, the leading B school in Bangladesh.
Quite a surprise, i should say, i mean i never thought guys like me, chippu and palash would ever make a good manager. Imagine having a CEO who does not beleive in the material world! palash, CEO, indeed )(someone, somewhere must be thinking now – 2fargon, professor, indeed!!)
I used to spend hours at his room, especially in the final year, listening to his stories of Thakurgaon, and Dhaka, and Rubina. Rubina got married recently and Palash did’nt. He’s the kind of guy who loves the idea of being in perpetual sadness. More than once he has told me that he wants more sadness, more pain, and so on, and man he used to love waning poetic. His fave hobby was to memorize dialogues from hindi films, especially nana patekar’s and boy, he picked up hindi quite fast. He didnt know any of it when he came to RECW as a fresher.
He took two days to teach me how to pronounce palash. he taught me a couple of lines of a bangla song too. “abar dekha hobe, eko rodiro dinar..” or something like that, “we will meet again, on a red day” i sure hope i meet him again, in Bangladesh, so I can see that tree and the transmission tower I have heard so much about. well, i can never ever write down all that makes me wish to see him again, or better still live in the same city as he does. but then neither can i live in the same city as any of the few good friends i have. Orlando – equidistant from friends, or some such.
He has been working at Beximtex, a textile company all these days, and getting bored doing it.
I should start writing down my college memories. I dont have a perfect memory and without any friends around, i am afraid i will forget at least some of it. Thats what friends are for, to renew memories so you dont forget where you’ve been, and how you laughed, once upon a time…