useless drawings

meeting time is the most creative time for me... ha ha ha... i can't stop my creativity... i keep drawing. its good i think. so i don't forget to take paper and pencil before joining a meeting.

you can see few more drawings through this link.

the music in my heart i bore...

its a new blog with the nicest favorite songs of mine. i'd try to add as much songs i can. i'll try to add the lyrics too... no matter if it's bangla or english or any other understandable language to me. so come and share with me...

6 years, 7 months, 7 days!

the morning started with the sound of raindrop... like the sky was crying, its still crying all through the day and i could hear the echo inside me. today i've finished all the exams of my bfa course. from tomorrow i don't need to rise early in the morning against my will to catch an exam or a lecture... or feel angry to my mentors. it was such a long time... 6 years, 7 months, 7 days! may be i had expected this day (today) for hundred times. but now when it came to me i feel i am loosing something... it made me too lighter that i even couldn't realize my existence...

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...

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.

goodbye d.o.h.s

entrance gate of new d.o.h.s, mohakhali, dhaka

on 15 August 2005, i had entered this gate for the first time to face an interview at ebizzsol. before that day i seldom watch this gate just through the window of bus or taxi. i started passing that gate regularly from 1 september 2005, the day i’ve joined to ebizzsol. last 25 months, for every six days of the week, i used to enter or depart through this gate; except office holidays, 16 june 2006 (my grandpa died this day), 10-15 may 2007 (we went to see the keokradong), and approximately 10 other days (i didn’t able to come office for sickness, been out of the city etc). all these days i’ve come to d.o.h.s just to attend office… nothing else. i don’t either have a relative’s house in this area or a friend’s office. our office shifting will be over by next sunday and after that day i’ll have no reason left to come to this area again. i am really feeling bit pain in my heart for that.

so may be i am going to see this gate just through a running bus or taxi’s window again…

i think you certainly have an own story.

positive mind

if someone ask me 'how are you?' its very easy to answer 'i am fine' or 'very well' or 'just fine' or something that shows a positive approach. its not like that i always answer that way... but if there is no problem with that, i just do it. i think if i am having a boring job or are in a hurry or having some pressure or in a mental stress and then someone ask me 'how are you' and i answer 'not well', 'very bad', 'no...' etc; that doesn't help me to reduce the pain. moreover there is a provability of increasing my pain.



i think 'how are you' actually not a question... its like a greet and and the way we response it, shows the personality. you'll find some people who always pretend to be unwell. you'll see them laughing, talking... but ask them 'how are you'... they'll rise their nose, make their face sorrowful, stare their eyes to an unseen painful memories and then say 'i am not enough well, that made my life hell... blah... blah... blah...'. i think when we have this question before us... we should take some time, think: is there any problem with me right now? if not, just say with a smile that you are well. try it, i promise it'll certainly make you feel better... even if its not for a long time but at least for several moments.