Daily Doings

There have been some bad news lately, but I won't brood over that.
Constant babysitting...I'm too young to have to learn all the pains of taking care of a child. Everyone keeps saying it's good training..people can be so annoying!

Too many weddings and marriages happening. My mom's been buying me way too many saris...which is even stranger considering the fact that I don't really wear saris and, being in a culturally lacking town, don't have any reason to wear it. It was bothering me..so I actually confronted my mom about it. Fortunately, I don't think I have to go into hiding. She doesn't plan on forcing me into anything.
I'm glad i'm on open terms with my mom. It's interesting to hear about proposals coming in from people who have never seen me and (as far as I know) know nothing about me. I don't like the idea of arranged marriages, atleast not the way it was done in my mom's and sister's case.

Going along those lines, i've now been confronted by yet another person who lectures me about not wearing makeup. It's funny. Is it really necessary to wear makeup? I can understand that everyone my age (and younger) does it, but I just don't see a reason. And there isn't much to work with anyways. I used to wear it quite often when I was younger, as in elementary school. I often experimented, but I haven't worn it normally for so long that I feel like a clown in it. I'm willing to wear makeup for parties and weddings though.

I've found ANOTHER passion, though it's not entirely new. I just have more courage to do it in public now....dance! I absolutely love dancing. Especially classical indian type with plenty of hand twists, arm movements, and some hip movements. I also love bhangra! It's so much fun, but can get painful after a few minutes. I've been working on choreographing a dance to the song Jhoom Barabar Jhoom, bhangra style, for the function in the fall. If only I can find a partner...
Speaking of passions, I've always loved singing, but that might have caused me a bit more trouble than I expected. I asked one of my sister's khala-in-law to teach me to sing. She used to give singing lessons in bangladesh. She's an expert in Rabindra sangit and has been teaching me for a few weeks now. The problem is this...there is a bengali party coming up in about 2 weeks, and she said I must sing during that party. I protested saying that I can't sing. Her response? "Ofcourse you can sing. Ami tumake bathroom singing-er jonno shikhachi na! Stage fright charthe hobe." Oh god....

I've been watching a BBC production of the book North and South. I was expecting something like Pride and Prejudice, but this story has so much more depth to it. It's funny that I should have watched this now. I've been researching Liberation Theology, and this movie seems to have illustrated it to quite an extent. It is so sad though.
Rif, you should DEFINITELY watch it.

I need to learn to sing...ugh..
It's becoming painful, literally..

I wonder if it's wrong to force someone to talk to you...
I sort of made one of my cousins, that I so dearly loved, talk to me. We've become sort of distant, but I want to fix that. Well, wrong or not, I still claim the right to do what I want with him, as his cousin :)

It's now 1:20am and I can't sleep. I would love to be able to sing at the top of my lungs right now. In fact, I've got a strong urge to do so, but everyone is sleeping and this is an extremely quiet town. They'd have the cops after me.
If I was in Dhaka right now, I might have been able to sing. If I was in Sunamgonj right now, I could probably scream my heart out and no one would protest, I don't think..
I do miss Sunamgonj. It was the one place where no one paid too much attention to me and I could roam and do as I liked, except maybe when they're yelling across the field for me to come eat.

Sigh...