to my ancestors

the house you can see on the picture is a pride for our family. it called 'kachari ghor' (something like a court house for a small rural area or community to maintain the laws and regulations). as far i know my grand-grand-grandfather first built it and it has been reconstructed several times. it surprised me when i think about my ancestors. they were not so called educated person, but they were more than that. they had a very hard life but they kept a vast wealth for their next generation.

now days when i think about me or my family, i find too many differences. we are rushing with ourselves... fighting only for existence. we feel good with our history but really don't know what our next generation is going to think about us. i don't find anything good with it. we are dividing into individuals... that the worst part i think. i don't know... but may be as human being life deserves something more...

bangla cinema

on the way to my office i see some cinema posters everyday... just few yards behind the 'rajmoni' cinema hall. the posters are too big and eye catchy that everyone who passes the way must has to watch these at least for a glance.



now days bangla cinema is one of the most criticized matter for its standard, vulgarity, irrationality. but its still a profitable product for this huge populated country...

restless life

i saw people around me... that amaze me most. life is too busy here for last 15 days. i think that particular 15 days are the busiest days of the year. people are hurrying... like a race. shopping and shopping... taking and giving tips and bonuses. money and money all around… shoppers are hiking higher prices… who cares? i don’t understand how people could afford so many things. never ending traffic jam on the road… who cares? people moving like waves… one goes, another comes. even the beggars are in hurry too…

today on the way back to my home, i saw an ambulance carrying a dead body. they were also in hurry… that made me feel really sorry. i am thinking about the ‘dead person’. i don’t know the person but its true that he/she was also a part of this restless life just few hours ago… may be he/she was a powerful person… may be he/she had a glorious life, but now who cares? may be that’s the amazing part of life. you could count the number of living person who are breathing on the earth right at this moment… but there is no way to count the amount of dead persons… they are just memories and this universe contains memories much much more than current stories. may be as together i am also a part of this restless life but as very individual, i only destine just like few memories…

a 'kiddy' conversation

the place where i live is one of the most crowded area of the city. too many people live here and in every single second something is happening here. first few days it seemed disturbing but now i started like it. today i was walking through a narrow path. three kids were walking before me and were talking loudly about something. it caught my attention and i started walking slowly... behind them...

: if you don't believe you can ask mithu that we really bought a computer... (1st kid)
: who said? you know, how much a computer costs? (2nd kid)
: no no no... he is right. i saw the packets of the computer in abu's house (3rd kid)
: ohhh... which brand? (2nd)
: samsung... black (1st)
: whites are faster than the blacks (2nd)
: how much it was? (2nd)
: 25000 taka (1st)
: i saw a big empty table at your home... why didn't you keep the computer there? (3rd)
: my father has to calculate money... thats why he keeps it at our shop... do you like to go there to see the computer? (1st)

there were a huge crowd then and some people were quarreling there. i lost the kids...

after that i had a strange feelings... they were not from so well of family. computer is a really amazing thing to them. i feel pity for them... again i was happy. the way they are thinking now is a very good sign for our nation.