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My Father and 1971

October 4th, 2009

My father has this habit, whenever he sees a prescription from a doctor he will make a comment. “why this medicine, why not other one” blah blah…and it pisses me off sometimes! Come on, you are not a doctor!

So, this time when I was in typhoid for 15+ days and I was in clinic for a day [for the first time in my life] …my mom was there with me and I was asking her why he always have a comment on doctor’s prescription? My mom laughed and she said something that made me really shocked and literally very much proud! She said this is my father’s habit and he’s been doing it since 1971! I got up from the bed and sat “what do you mean by 1971”? Mom was like “well, your dad used to give primary treatment to injured freedom fighters in 1971, he used to carry food and arms for them, though he never fought against the enemies face to face” I was like what !?!?!?! why I had to hear this after 28 yrs later of my life and why didn’t even he tell us before?!?! Mom reacted so easily that it was actually nothing to mention. For too much anti-biotic my nerve was too weak, I don’t know if that was the reason tears came so easily in my eyes.

But, after years I have heard something that made me really proud! Made me emotional and shocked…..I’m really proud of my father and I think thats the best gift I have ever got from him. I know it would have made me even more proud if he had arms in his hand and he fought, but still I’m proud that he was a part of our freedom war, doesn’t matter how small it is. Long live Bangladesh!

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Posted in Bangladesh, Freedom war 1971, History, Humanity

An Excellent Day and A Guilty…

April 15th, 2009

Today was bangla new year (1416), and at least for this day I don’t stay at home. Last year I was in my hometown sylhet. I wrote a blog on last year’s experience though it was mostly about my bald head fun This year I stayed here in dhaka and went out with friends. Place was banani, where a new year fair was organized by AIUB. My friend had “Rgb Unmad” stall so we all were chilling there. Intension? Well, of course all beautiful girls with sharees

Anyways, this is one of our best cultures that brings all Bangladeshis together. Probably, this is why I like “pohela boishakh” or Bangla new year so much. I was glad to see a successful event organized by AIUB. Whole day was fun…..let’s look at some pictures. Though these pictures don’t show the actual joys but still….

Biscope, still here!

Bauls on the stage

Habib on the stage

Concert was great!

but guilty? Well, look at the pictures bellow, I took the left one in the morning. A live flower right?

A flower

Chondona

And right picture was taken when event was over and we were gossiping. Difference between them? Right one you see, her name is “chondona” , she collects empty bottles and sale them for food. I asked how much she actually earn from these empty bottles. 6-7 tk, she said. Only 6/7 tk? Didn’t say anything to her, I looked at my cigarette that was in my hand. That was cost 5 taka. I was leaving them in the air with lots of peace in my mind eh? On the other hand chondona, collects these bottles and then she walks a mile to sale them…and then she gets 6-7 taka – sigh!

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Posted in Bangla, Bangladesh, For me, Friends, Humanity

Let’s Find a Heaven in This Hell…

March 2nd, 2009

Yesterday, my mom invited our relatives at our place for dinner…..ok, wait, let me come to this story later!

I have been pretending a lot since this BDR (Bangladesh rifles) mutiny. Stopping myself from updating my status about it or saying something on it on twitter. Keeping myself in silent when all friends are firing about what BDR/Army did, even when my family members are talking at dinner table.

I’m just too much shocked! I have no language to express this feeling. What difference would I make by saying something about it on twitter? Will these kids get back their fathers in their family? Will all these women get back their husbands in their family even if I scream so loud looking at the sky with spreading my hands? -sigh!

Another thing make me a little bit hypocrite talking about this. I will never feel the pain and sorrow that a kid is feeling after losing his/her dad. A women after losing her husband. I will never feel the same until I lose my own brother or sister!

I know I can ask thousands questions about this incident. But to me a question or rule is worthless when someone is already gone. Life is very beautiful, you have taken that life! What else matters to that dead person? But still I have a question! “why this happened?” no, no you didn’t get my question – I’m not asking what actually happened between BDR and Army so that it happened. Look around – almighty is all around right? He knows what you are doing and how you are doing? Almighty knew that it was going to happen right. If he likes to see people in peace then why wouldn’t he stop it? Why did he allow all these army people for misleading BDRs? BDRs are our brothers too, he knew that eh? If he has all powers then why wouldn’t he do such thing so that we people never fight with each other, we never hate each other, we never kill each other! – ok, I know im talking rubbish!

This is a hell, this is not the world I imagine. So, john lennon’s “Imagine” doesn’t give any peace in my mind. I’m just tired of all these things!

Ok enough, let’s come to the story I started at the beginning. So, we had lots of guests here at my sylhet house. Among them there, were around 8-10 kids! As usual, when I see kids I take them to my room or a place where I can play with them. And for some reasons kids easily adapt with me…

anyways, they were playing on my bed and I was taking some pictures of them while there were playing. They would fight and then forget, cry and then hug the kid who slapped! Things were going on for around an hour. Most amazing thing happened when a kid went to wash room leaving her chocolate on the bed. Next one came and took it, she asked the other one like “whos chocolate is this?” “it’s not yours” other kid replied. She left the chocolate exactly where it was! I was staring at her! Wow, i’m in heaven in this hell! Look at these kids who don’t understand what is called BDR and what is called Army! They are not bothered. But, they know PEACE.