tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316869252012-02-10T13:55:22.306+06:00certain thoughts..viewpoints..likings..and facts.. about a girl who's a chocolate addict..short hair admirer..has an on-going love affair with tomes..is a music, movies, food and sleep aficionado..and loves havin a zanny, fun-filled time with peeps..oh and i sing..in a band..called GrooveTrapsimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08661858881698460527noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31686925.post-55624280805580737892010-03-24T13:32:00.000+06:002010-03-24T13:32:55.838+06:00

Michael Joseph Jackson. If you can look past all the bizarre news in the media that had surrounded him the last several years of his life and concentrate just on his music alone, you would see him for the genius that he is. And speaking of the media...just take into account another favourite artist of mine..John Mayer..who so accurately wrote in one his songs “When you trust your television,

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Ok. I know there’s been a l-o-o-o-o-ng gap between my previous post and this one, but too many things were happening in the real world for me to manage any time for my ‘virtual’ one.   Anyways. Let’s get straight to business shall we? :D I DO hope you all had a listen to some serious Led Zep and Miles stuff in the meantime? I had asked rather nicely as I recall. Right about the time we were busy

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21st February Original Lyrics: Abdul Gaffar Chowdhury Original Composition: Altaf Mahmood   Aaaa Aaa Aaa Aaa...Aaa Aaaa Aaa Aaa Aaa...Aaa Oh how our brothers died on 21st February It’s forever in our memory Countless mother’s tears fell on 21st February It’s forever in our memory Our country’s birth was built on 21st February It’s forever in our memory Time to rise again..time to rise again and

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Well...I’m guessing a lot of you have been waiting with bated breadth for this post (Naaah! That’s just my big fat ego thinking out loud “I’m so darn clever with my writing!” :D :P)Hmmm ... I’d mentioned an illicit love affair, didn’t I? Yes.. it was quite a delicious one too. Ok, ok! Enough of me joking around. Basically Laila had put forth an intriguing idea of a murder-mystery musical to

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My last post had ended with reminiscing over MJ and his leaving us too soon. I miss him... or to be more precise... his presence in this world... Sigh... :(Anyways...on to more light-hearted stuff...before I start on how bloody-effing-amazing the experience of doing the Tribute to MJ had been... I do want to mention a few other fun times that GT experienced during 2009... The first one has to do

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Hello everyone… On yesterday’s post I’d left you all at the point where I’d been talking about our tribute to ABBA shows at the Dhaka and Chittagong Clubs. Of these, the latter stands out quite starkly in my mind. It was a Thursday…the 25th of June. The show was the most fun we’ve had in a while. After all, it’s given that there’ll always be an increased level of excitement when performing in

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As part of my very own very-short-but-quite-hard-to-do list of “New Year’s Resolutions”, I’d promised myself that I would start writing again and bring back to life my "inactive" blogs. This account of events from the past year of everything GrooveTrap, is basically my tentative attempts to get back on that track. Anyways…this is going to be a part-by-part account (not in one whole big chunk) of

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Giggles. Sighs. The soft rasp of silk, georgette and taat. The tinkling of glass bangles. Muted sounds of cutleries being laid out and music and laughter coming from the vicinity of the house somewhere. The soft hint of aromas of elaborately prepared food wafting in the air, drowning out that of expensive perfumes. Yes. It’s a party. But not just any kind of party. It’s that special, special

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If someone where to ask me what are the things that constitute as major pains in the a.. uhh.. tush, I’d say sitting for hours on end like a statue during your own Gaye Halud (which literally means turmeric on the body) and wedding has got to make the top five on the list.I don’t know which one is the lesser of the two evils though. I think..umm..the Wedding? Yes. I mean just think. In the Gaye

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"The music business was not safe, but it was FUN. It was like falling in love with a woman you know is bad for you, but you love every minute with her anyway. - Lionel Richie Music as a career. The very idea seems kind of alien, right? After all, here it’s still pretty much a taboo issue, especially if you’re coming from an average, well-to-do, middle-class family. The so-called ‘

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Every….Single….Time. Undeniably. Irrevocably. There’s no avoiding it. Each and every time the skies above me darken as the rumbling clouds gather before opening their arms wide open to set forth the cool, cool monsoon breeze, I wake up.What I mean to say is that it may be in the wee hours of the early morning, say around 4 a.m., or during a lazy, weekend afternoon, when I’m totally lost in

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Road trips. Or train journeys. Ok. Here’s a quick multiple choice question quiz as to what’s the best part about such sojourns, be it cruising down the roads in your car or chugging down the railways of our country to some far off, distant place.Yes, yes. I know. Some of you might claim that it’s the beautiful sceneries that zip past the windows. Music aficionados might sing off-key praises about

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With temperatures racing upwards every day, you sure don't need to be reminded that summer’s here. The fluctuating temperatures between the hot, humid outdoors and the cool confines of AC’ed rooms have clothes sticking to you as soon as you step outside, not to mention giving you severe cases of dreaded summer colds. Besides, one’s precious ACs are of no use with our famed powercuts and

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“Birds do it, Bees do it,Even educated fleas do it.Let's do it, Let's fall in love"~ Cole Porter Farhana* aged 16, was at a party at a popular club in town with her 19 year old current boyfriend, Jamshed. The drugs and alcohol were flowing freely, she was high on both and at one point, she and Jamshed find an empty room and start getting physical. Jamshed had been asking her a lot lately about

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My brother got recently married and during Boxing Day, I watched how the happy couple enthusiastically paged through all the books they’d received as gifts. To them the books were as expensive as the next toaster or dinner set. My own immediate thought was “Wow. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to receive Sattyajit Ray’s complete Feluda series as a wedding present?!” But the art of gifting people with

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Mora ekti phul ke bachabo boley judhdho kori…Amidst all the chaos, confusion and disintegration of the past 30 years, patriotism nowadays is by far a very low-key word for one of the smallest nations of the world. The love for a language which resulted in the freedom and birth of our beautiful nation, now seems to be getting lost further amidst the so-called brainwashing tactics of the Western

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In the look out for some eclectic cuisine? Restaurants, with a combination of attractive ambience and interesting menus? Well the following haunts, popular and deserving to be so, are the places to go. As they can get very busy later in the evening, most aficionados try to arrive before 8 p.m. so that they can settle in before the main crowd. Once seated, there’s never any pressure to leave, even

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‘I SOOO miss load-shedding, you know!!’ Yup! Of all the absurd things that one can imagine someone to say, that little statement would definitely top MY list. Or at least, it did until I gave it some serious thought. That comment was made by a friend of mine, Rohena, doing her undergrad in the U.S. At first I found her comment absurd. I mean how can one miss load-shedding?!! It’s SUCH a pain!!!

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“There’s a lot more to music than notes on a page….playing music is suppose to be fun! It’s about heart! It’s about feelings and moving people and something beautiful in being alive! It’s NOT about notes on a page!” - Richard Dreyfuss, as the character Glen Holland in “Mr. Holland’s Opus” I grew up in a household where music was a daily part of life. As a kid, I remember rummaging through the

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from the movie 'fools rush in' starring matthew perry n salma hayek...i LOVE this flick there's a scene where alex (matthew's character) goes: "What is dating anyway?! Except some long drawn out process of elimination where you both try to present your best side, while hiding the real you. And that can only last about 3 months anyway, because eventually it leaks out, and then you have to spend

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I laugh with raindrops,Drunk with the fun of them…And hold in my two handsOne hundred and one of them…I read those four lines somewhere once – and my immediate thought was how appropriately it expressed the joy one feels when getting wet in the rain, on any given day, during the monsoon season.If someone denies the innate earning to feel the touch of rain drops drum an addictive beat down on one’

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Most Americans, if asked to name their most immediate associations with Islam and the Middle East, would unhesitatingly reply with words like “terrorism”, “fundamentalism”, and “fanaticism”. From the drama of the Iranian hostage crisis of 1978-9, to the frightful tyranny of Saddam Hossain in Iraq, to the tragic list of victims in the Israeli-Palestinian confrontation – the list of negative media

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Picture this: you’re watching a documentary on Discovery Channel…your ma’s sitting beside you…a lion strolls by on the TV screen, then perhaps a lioness. She promptly turns to you and demands, ‘Son, when are you getting married? You have a girl in mind? I know this wonderful family…blah, blah”. Sounds ludicrous? It shouldn’t, as that’s how single minded most parents can be about their 20-

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Grishsho…I love grishsho! I love the haze, the heat, the humidity, the long days and the evenings spent half-listening to favorite music tracks while catching up on some fun reading. I don't know why I don't seem to have as much free time in the winter – my schedule stays the same – maybe it's just that time seems to move more slowly in the heat, and that I change my priorities from ‘clean my

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Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so no one can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life.... You give them a

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Like any other day But destined to be different Unaware Unexpecting Going through all those Stupid, meaningless gestures Making all those Vapid, worthless comments Running after One’s so-called ‘goals’ in life Entrapments Of the ‘enlightened’ civilization And then without warning All the color All the music Is sucked out of your life Leaving nothing But blinding blackness Slow motion Lost With no

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