I used to have a huge essay about me but then I realized it's pointless to try and explain myself to a bunch of internet strangers. It's impossible to explain myself to anybody, including myself. So I won't bother trying.

I work at Radio Foorti 98.4 FM (radio manei foorti!) and that's my baby. The hours are long but the pay is good and I love my job. You should listen to Radio Foorti because we fucking rock!

I play drums with The Watson Brothers and that's something I need to do more often, we need to jam and play shows.

There's more to me I guess, but I don't even know if I want to bother. I think I'm a nice guy but I think it has been proved fairly conclusively that I can be pushed and that I _will_ react, very badly, when pushed. It takes a while to push me though. I like to think that I'm kind and that I give love freely and to everybody but I don't know if I can give it unconditionally. My love is very conditional. So's my kindness. And I'm possessive, and these days, after the way my life's gone in the recent past, I'm also questioning, not very trustful, and paranoid. I try to avoid endings and I need my endings to be final. I'm vengeful, vain, proud, and think more highly of myself than most people do. (And most people do think highly of me.) I never forget an insult, although I'm sure I've often forgotten favors.

I'm just like everybody else, maybe slightly needier and more arrogant. But hey, I ended up writing another huge essay on Arafat Kazi and this time it's honest too!

I try to keep on keepin' on you know, that's all we do. Keep on keepin' on.

Dhaka, advertising, youth brands, the telecommunications industry in Bangladesh, innovative marketing methods, internet penetration and distribution models in Bangladesh or for Bangladeshis, Bangla music, promoting Bangla rock music, drums, music, literature, stuff that needs a soul to appreciate, coffee, cigarettes, Dhaka life, Dhaka foods, swanky Dhaka restaurants, media in Bangladesh, somethingawful.com.

Primus, Presidents of the USA, The Watson Brothers, Iron Maiden, Cryptic Fate, Black, Artcell, Primus, Aurthohin, X Factor, Arbovirus, Breach, Judas Priest, The Tiny, King Crimson, Yes, Genesis, Jethro Tull, Black Sabbath, Billy Cobham, Trilok Gurtu, The Police, The Mountain Goats, Cake, Chandrabindoo, Buddy Rich, The Beatles, Warren Zevon, Rockstrata, Elephant Road, The Buggles, Loudon Wainwright III, Simon and Garfunkel, Soundgarden, White Zombie, a whole bunch of stuff. I listen to way too much music.

Mr Krinkle

The Wicker Man, Wag the Dog, The Big Lebowski.

Blackadder, The Simpsons, Fawlty Towers, Rocklink, South Park, The A Team, Thundercats, etc.

The Ginger Man by J P Donleavy. This is a coward's way out but I just spent ten minutes going back and adding bands and I ain't about to do that with books too. TOO MANY TO KEEP COUNT YOU ASSHOLES!!! But start with Homer and work your way through to Tibor Fischer and keep an eye out for the semi-obscure perverts like John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester, and the towering monsters like Milton and Byron, and you'll get a good idea of what I like.

All I want is one break which is not my neck. - J P Donleavy.