Journal Entry

 Swimming and Karate. I think these two rejuvenate me. I have this spirit inside me now- I am feeling the spirit inside me, a sack of energy in my chest, waiting to burst out. And, I kind of know what to do with it. I want to write. I wanted to write since I got up this morning. 

I saw a dream. I was presenting my proposal to a businessman, he seemed like a venture capitalist. He was draped in a blue suit, but not one of those that we see in the movies or in real life even. It was not wrinkled, but not very polished either. His eyes didn't look cunning, and he looked like he was not in there. Like, he's not in the moment, not present. Suvra Apu made a brochure for Aronnok, I didn't like the graphics, but it was a draft, a very first draft. And it had typos and mistakes, and it was just to show what we were selling. There was a table, a stack of brochures was on top of the table, and there were some people standing around the table, there were in my group. I remember before even the discussion started, the businessman took one of the brochures, reviewed it, and told Suvra Apu to fix one of the mistakes in the page numbers, and print it again. I intervened and told him sth, and he told me to print, again, and we back and forth on this a couple of times more. And I said something like this, "Look, this is not the product we are selling. This is to show how we are selling. This is only the first draft, and the mistake you caught are not the only ones. See here the numbers of the pictures that are swapped. The page numbers are not right on these pages. And, the main thing is- this is not final. So let's discuss, make up our minds, and then print these again." 

Now the guy looked like he was paying attention to me. But by this time the people around us started chattering. They were busy talking amongst themselves or making comments about the project we were working on. I asked them to stop, several times. I became louder. most of them stopped but one. I noticed the blue-suited venture capitalist was noticing how I deal with the situation, and his eyes showed appreciation. There was one guy, who looked like Towhid from my BUET Arch. batchmates, he kept making cheesy comments and found it fun. I shouted sth, and stood behind him and wanted to kick him and slap him and hit him so much but I couldn't. I yelled at him to go out of the room, and he did. 

And then I looked at everybody, and told something like, "This is not fun. It is serious. This is something I have been working for my entire life." I wanted to say something more, like if someone is not serious enough please go out of the room immediately. But I woke up and found myself in the middle of yelling those lines. I remember the eyes of the blue-suit looked impressed, and he was ready to see what I have to say now.