Saturday, November 14, 2009

I am----

It was really becoming hard for me to breathe inside that room made of paper. Then you came like a Greek god, paid two glossy notes, and took me away with you. Ah! What a relief! Now I can smell a man’s flesh, feel the hardness and warmth of you.

“All I want is you to come and kiss me to the core,
then you’ll own me like no man has done before.”

And yes, finally you’ve come.
Then you started walking with me inside your tight grip. Ouch! Stupid boy! Do you think that only you can feel pain? No. I also can feel pain. Please make your grip a little bit looser, darling, please. I love you so much and I won’t ever disappoint you.

Within a few moments you stopped, stood in a relaxed mood. Beautiful girls came up, smiling at you, hoping to get your attention. Goddamn! How dare these bitches get close to you while you are holding me! Go tell them, shouting, that you are only mine now and you’ll be as long as I’m alive.

The magical moment came. You touched me with your fingers and then with your two soft, warm lips. You shivered my whole existence, honey. Life has never been so beautiful before. Please, please, never leave me away. I started to feel my whole body on fire. And yes, it is. You’ve put fire on me. Gradually I’m heading towards the end of my worthless life and getting mixed with your breath. I didn’t know that my death would be so pleasant—full of joy, full of ecstasy, and feelings of wholeness.

Finally, you detached me from your beautiful lips and threw me on the road, burning, begging to stay a bit longer with you. But who’s gonna hear my prayer? Who can change my fate? What is my entity? Just a cheap, little cigarette!

Puzzle of words(18.4.2008)

puzzle of words
B4 u go through this blog imagine that u r only a human being.u have 2 eyes, and ears, legs & arms and a matured brain got everything that a human has.but,u don’t have any mammary gland or sex organ.so,u r neither a woman nor a man.
If u can’t imagine this plz don’t continue reading and if u can,plz go ahead.
My first question to u is-“do u understand Arabic”?
If ur answer is-“ yes”,my next question is-“how much do u know”?
I know there are very few bangla & English medium school where this language is taught with importance so there’s a possibility of “yes”.
2 b honest,I’m among those people who can read but doesn’t understand Arabic.i finished reading the holy quran 4 d 1st time when I was 11 yrs old.but what always attracted me most is to explore the meanings of those sacred sentences.a few suras were translated in our school text books and teachers used to make us memorize them without realizing the inner meanings. My grandmom used 2 read a quran with translation every morning and sometimes recited 2 us anything she thought that we must know.personally i used to avoid reading translated qurans bcoz I always was doubtful about their authenticity as their r many ‘maulana’s. in our contry whose’ certificates have never been shown up.
Finally 2 years back I took one translated by habibur rahman which Muhammad zafar iqbal refered 2 read in one of his coulums.in that quran 4:34 read like below-
“purush narir rokkhakorta,ALLAH tader ke eke onner upor ononno bishishtota dan korechhen”-------------------
one day while fiddling with internet I found an English translation of this same ayah which was almost similar to the bangla one mentioned above.it read -“man is the protector of woman,men r given some specific endorsement”------------
but many of bangla translations read like this-“purush narir korta,allah nari opekkha purush ke srehthotto dan korechhen.-------------”and in English also-“men r the protectors of women,Allah made them superior to women”-----------------.
Now,as u r neither a man nor a woman which 1 seems more likely 2 believe to u?’ sreshthotto’? or’ bishishtota’?”superiority”or “endorsement”?
Once I couldn’t sleep when I went through 1:128. in my quran a part of this ayah read –“-----------narir upor purusher morjada ache”.i kept on thinking-“morjada?(dignity)?what the hell does it have 2 do with gender?and 2 my great surprise many bangla translators replaced the word ‘morjada’with ‘sreshthotto’and one day an English translation(I’ve forgotten by whom)caught my eyes which read this ayah like this-“----man is at a higher degree of superiority(in terms of responsibility)”and the bracketed lines were helpful 2 me for better understanding.
I’ve given just a few examples but this is absolutely what we see.if we sit with 5 translated qurans including bangla & English we find every single one different from others & if we go through the explanation we’ll become more confused!the Arabic language has so many similes. Such as-the word ‘summa’has 3 different meanings-‘after that’,’simultaneously’ and ‘with that’.and many translators make mistake confusing one with another.(courtesy:Dr.zakir nayek)and that’s what happens with so many words.and some people have always taken d benefit of these two ayahs & their conservative translations and explanations
My next question 2 u is-“r u a believer or an atheist?” if believer ,answer my last question-“DO U THINK GOD CAN DISCRIMINATE”?
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Friday 18 April 2008 - 07:10AM (EST) Edit Delete Permanent Link 4 Comments
Mom & she
She was born different. unfortunately the 1st caesarian baby of mom’s family.it was a shiny afternoon of autumn when mom felt extremely sick n exhausted and the doctor told her-“baby’s heart is beating abnormally fast,we gotta make a surgery right now.”and she came 2 d beautiful world leaving a permanent scar 2 mom’s body.
She used 2 run fingers on moms tummy and say-“my Gosh!i’ve destroyed ur figure,why the stitches r so long?is it really needed to make such a long cut 2 take out a baby”?
May b her suspicion was right.may b the doctors made some mistakes during the operation and as a result she couldn’t b bestowed with a sibling nor mom with another child.
mom were really friendly.when she was tiny in her age mom got tired answering her questions after questions.like while watching a movie-“mom the hero and heroine still haven’t got married how can they have a baby”??? Or sometimes -“mom why don’t u say ur prayer for a few days every month”?-“b patient my dear,u’ll know everything by urself within a very few yrs”.and yes she did.
Sometimes there were clashes between opinions.-“hey girl,don’t touch the pickles with this state of ur body,they’ll get spoilt.”-“don’t believe in such bullshits”.she entered her finger into d bottle and started sucking d pickles.d pickles were ok & so was she.and mom came to realize-“I also got many things 2 learn from her.”
She used 2 make cards, sketches etc 4 mom on mothers day when she was a little girl.but as she started 2 grow older she started 2 feel shy.-“I don’t have any money of my own but every1 has.i neither give tuitions nor get scholarships how can I wish mom?,I am nothing but a burden 2 her a stupid a burning example of failure.” she stopped making scetches, all her color penciles got lost.she just wished mom almost in a coy with blushing with shame-“Happy mothers’ day.”-“u r wishing me @ 11pm”???i waited 4 d whole day & thought that u’ve forgotten”-“oh no mom!how can I forget,I’m just shy,shy 2 wish without any gift”. –“come on silly girl I don’t need any gift,b perfect & that will b my most precious gift in life.”Yes these r what keeps her always going.mom & her inspiration.and d whole cycle of events kept continuing every year hopelessly-----
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Monday 12 May 2008 - 12:54AM (EST) Edit Delete Permanent Link 2 Comments

Letter from trash bin

Dear apa,I know you’ll never see this page.may b u’ll never know the owner of this page.u have no time coz u r hell bz with ur ‘documents of new days’and ‘digital bangladesh’which is beyond the realization of a fool like me.but still,I think I must go on---------
Apa,do u get time to look @ the sky now a days?the birds flying with freedom in?there’s a beautiful bird named moyna right?now look @ this photo.it’s moyna.someone who had a lot of dreams to live out.someone who offered namaz regularly everyday.someone who finished reciting the whole kuran twice in such a tiny age beside her school studies.she was so happy to b promoted to class 2 this year.she held her new books tight in her arms with joy and wrote her name beautifully on her new khata.she hand to mouth but happily with her parents both holding low paid jobs at hospital and lil bro.
And before u ask me why I’m using past tense,let me tell u that SHE’S NO MORE IN THIS WORLD.last 22nd January,after getting back from work her father found her hanging.he took her down. But it was too late.the apple of his eyes was already gone.the blood on her pant,her pale,blue body proved clearly what she had experienced b4 Allah took away her soul.
This may seem an old story to u.oh dear apa!I wish it really were.but unfortunately such stories seem to be never ending in our beloved Bangladesh.u all r coming in a cyclic order and going but these stories always have the same ending.that is-dust and webs of spider over the case files.
Hey hey apa, for God’s sake please please don’t compare these days with last 8 years.i’m tired of such comparison.just think.think how could such accidents take place when u r on the chair?when u r a woman and ur cabinet also gives us a hope of the emancipation of women.
Please make sure that the beasts who killed this little angel ,raped the humanity are caught and punished in such a way that no one can ever even dare to look at any baby with filth in their souls.
And what if u ignore?lolz. I guess u already learnt that.there’re so many idiots like me around the whole country who can’t do anything but somehow make a difference.and who can make u go back to that same old life that u lived for last 7 years.so make ur choice.
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Wednesday 4 February 2009 - 10:55PM (EST) Edit Delete Permanent Link 4 Comments

Mother


sitting beside d window ,she was looking @ d storm outside.oh! dis storm is nothing compared 2 d 1 going on inside her heart.beside her room mom was saying her prayer with frozen tears in her eyes."God!"thats who she always has been trusted d most althrough her life.will God show her d right path?looking @ d storm she looked behind what she did. it was a rainy afternoon.she was holding mom's ultrasonography report. she was looking pale like a ghost.she almost shouted"mama,how did u do dis?ain't i enough 4 u?i'm almost 18 now. my exam is coming soon and now u r heavy wid another baby during such a crutial time?"mom was looking so helpless-"my princess,dont misundaztand me. it was an accident .i couldn't even imagine dat i can conceive@ dis age.it wasn't intentional.doctor said now its too late 2 abort d baby"."abort?"she shouted -"hey mom, don' even think of committing such a sin".just keep faith on God everything will b alright".she left d room hiding her tears from mom.yes,she also had a wish 4 a bro or sis once upon a time.she cried a lot when mom accidentally aborted her babies twice when she was in primary school.but she was wise enough not 2 bear d scar.she made a world of her own including she,mom, &dad & no one else. and now when she is used 2 enjoy her loneliness,mom is saying dat some1 else is coming! "how will i adjust?"she asked herself. 7 months went on she used 2 look @ mom's womb & pray 2 God-"plz save my mom."of course she wished well being of d baby too but mom 1st everithing else came next.God accepted her prayer.one morning suddenly there was a heavy bleeding from mom's womb. dad rushed 2 d hospital with mom and doctor took mom inside d operation theater.and d prematured baby was born @ its 7th month.it was a boy.the baby faced breathing problem from beginning and took his last breath inside d incubator @ d evening."ur baby bro is dead"she became numb hearing dad's voice on d phone.d whole world was blurred in front of her"no!God how could u do dis?did i ever say dont keep d baby alive?i know how much my mom longed 4 another baby--u gave her 1 and now took him away?y my lord ,y?"may b her lord answered but she couldn't hear anything.mom returned from d hospital after 10 days.4 monthes have paaseed after dat but mom still didn't talk 2 her well.mom couldn't forget how she reacted to hear 'bout her pregnancy and couldn't forgive her.she blamed her 4 what happened.with d roar of thundering she came back 2 d present .yes she has made up her mind.with long steps she entered mom's room .she 's just finished her prayer.she went near mom ,put a hand on her shoulder and said "mom". "say what u wanna say"mom answered even not looking @ her ."mom gimme a chance 2 wash away my sin.try 4 artificial insemination.i'm ready 2 carry ur baby."mom looked @ her thundered "what d hell r u talking 'Bout ,r u crazy"?"no mom ,of course i'm not .go ahead mom.i'll fulfil ur desire 4 another baby."mom was standing still like a stone but she could feel stream of tears coming from her eyes.she was looking wid wonder @ her beloved daughter, the dearest part of her.mom clasped her tightly and cried out"my princess"------.and her shoulder began 2 wet wid moms tears------
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Monday 14 May 2007 - 12:31AM (EST) Edit Delete Permanent Link 35 Comments

Open letter to sir

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Thursday 11 October 2007 - 04:08AM (EST) Edit Delete Permanent Link 6 Comments
open letter to monjur sir

sir,i know u'll never visit this page.a new sem will start ,new faces will come and i'll b eventually deleted from ur mind.i just wanna say two word" sorry" and "thank u".i couldn't reach even in verge of ur expectation neither mine.believe me sir,i tried hard.i worked a lot.but God has created me with such a tiny brain that nothing comes outta working hard where as people less labourious than me achieve more than i do.sorry sir,sorry once again from my heart.
and i wanna shout and say,"thank u ,sir."thank u for all u've done and thanks for the loving support that i longed for."get outta this class if u don't like it"once u scolded on me right sir?from that day till the last i always kept my eyes wide open and mouth close when u took d class.somehow u realised that i was trying my best to learn and understand but in vain.so u always ware attentive 2 me no matter if i sat on d last bench.it's traditional that most of the teachers pay their attention 2 the best students in d class but u were different.u paid ur attention with ur fatherly aura 2 a 3rd graded student like me.once i read somewhere-" any person can b gr8 with love and inspiration"do u believe d same ,sir?
in last 6 months i made many small mistakes but u always forgave me.uno sir,i think u could read my face so i could never hide anything from u.when i hesitated 2 ask u something u always solved my problem with ur cordial smile no matter how silly me problem was.u never told me_"why can't u do dis?"i wasn't offended by u for a single day.u built up a lot of confidence inside me,u tought me to think "i'm not useless"and i became more confident hard working and smater than ever b4.
the way u helped loved and took care of me can't b explained fully here.just let me shout-"I'LL B ALWAYS GREATFULL 2 U,SIR PLZ FORGIVE ME.may b one day i'll b able 2 pay back d value of ur loving support may u live long 2 see that day.
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Sunday 7 October 2007 - 09:01PM (EST) Edit Delete Permanent Link 4 Comments

Smriti soudho

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Wednesday 17 October 2007 - 10:42PM (EST) Edit Delete Permanent Link 8 Comments
a trip to jatiyo smriti soudho

i planned 2 write this blog @ least 2 months ago but couldn't manage my time and mode simultaniously.one friday afternoon of july i went to jatiyo smriti soudho with my parents and an aunt.i saw it so many times on my way 2 our hometown jessore but that was the first time i entered inside the gate.for those who doesn't know about this significant structure a of Bagladesh,a link is given below
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jatiyo_Smriti_Soudho
i was feeling a bit shy 2 see a lame begger in front of the gate.can the holy myrtrs rest in peace as long as there're such hungry and helpless people in our motherland?
as soon as i entered the area a gentle wind passed by.it passes through my curly here with a gentle touch of caress.did the myrters give us a warm reception?
we were walking towards the structure as while walking some happenings caught our eyes.there're 10 graves of 10 anonymous myrtrs in front of the monument and it's written there in both bangla and english.i was simply stunned 2 see people were seating on the graves!many of them seemed illiterate by there attire and attitude but still there were some who seemed educated and modern!and nobody was 2 forbid them there!is it possible 2 enter azimpur or banani graveyard and sit over a grave?then why is it possible in jatiyo smriti soudho?the people who sacrificed their lives for the sake of their motherland r not achieving any respect even as a ordinary dead human being now!some of those peole were women also.i asked my mom "shouldn't i forbid those people 2 seat over the grave?may b the can't read what's written there?"mom said-"what will u tell them?no need,come on".
finally we reached 2 the structure.i was excited 2 see it from so close 4 d fist time and i found some excellent(!)creations made over the body of the monumant such as-"moin+putul"of course we'll remember this famous couple for making smriti soudho dirty.and then " always remember BOF(the band of fuckers)".i also found many names written there with many adjectives like "slut"or" fucken"and of course those were written in bangla.and how worse was my position in front of my guardians just imagine my friends.
i found many corners of the structure slippery with water and its clear that rain water coudn't pass out of there.but the huge garden sorrounding the structure was surprisingly beautifull with many flowers and green trees.
finally we were on our way home in the evening leaving behind all i've seen.i longed for this trip for so many years but i didn't imagine the end of my waiting will b this much painfull

At the sea beach

At the sea beach

For about 1 Pico second it seemed to me that I’ll fall far away and the tide will embrace me.and thus I’ll get rid of myself and relief my parents.finally I fell down and my forehead got collided with a king- size stone.i heard my mom scolding from behind-“I forbed u 15 millon times to go down.oversmartness is always dangerous.i got up,reached my mom.i felt the side of my right eye dampen with something like water.and then finally I realized it was blood.mom almost screamed-“my GOD! It’s bleeding so heavily!i haven’t even brought any 1st aid box! Press it hard with ur drape”.my drape and sleeve got dampen with blood stream.as soon as we reached our hotel my mom asked-“do u have a 1st aid box?”.-“ no ma’am”the man replied.mom almost cried out-“oh!what will happen now”?all sitting @ the reception & dinning room were looking @ me.-“is she injured?”a lady of my mom’s age appeared saying. -“u got hurt @ the beach.?”-“ yes auntie”I answered holding her in fear.-“oh don’t b afraid dear,I’m a doctor.hey waiter,bring some ice and savlon,quick and some tissues also!”there grew a crowd around us and a man appeared in front of me.-“let me see,oh!the wound is deep.but don’t wary my child,uncle(he himself)is a professor of surgery he’ll make everything alright. ”both uncle & auntie began 2 put ice and clean the wound with savlon my mom also joined them.i kept on saying-“sorry ammu,I’m really sorry oh!i won’t go to the room.abbu is gonna scold on me.”finally after about 5 minutes uncle said-“hmm bleeding is stopped he took out a band-aid & put it over my wound saying-“easy my child,easy.”after that he said-“Go my child,everything will b alright.”auntie said 2 him-“would she better take a course of antibiotic?”-“hmm”. he wrote a prescription & gave it 2 my mom with a tablet he prescribed.-“I’m staying @ room no.304 for any kinda help plz contact me.” We returned 2 d room thanking him and 2 my great surprise my dad didn’t say a single harsh word 2 us!the sea has engulfed his anger I thought.
I again went 2 d balcony and stared @ d sea.it was roaring continuously.when I saw the sea for the 1st time in that morning I thought-“where does the sea end?how deep it is!how big it is!i’m nothing compared to it,human beings r so tiny compared 2 d sea.”but now,@ d night I said without making a sound-“no dear bay of Bengal,you’ll never ever be bigger than us,u’ll never b deeper than the love we cherish in our hearts.never!

Waiting for a sleep

it's 4:38 in the dawn and i still can't sleep.moreover feeling hungry.i just have had some biscuits and a sweet ripe banana and feeling a bit -------donnno what.
when i was in school one morning a news in the last page of the paper cought my eyes.a lady worked on stage show s( 'jatra').she had her hubby and a 2.5 years old daughter.one day her daughter asked her to buy loaf and bananas for her b4 she went out 4 work.she went out for her livelihood leaving her apple of eye at home .then some1 broke into her house.raped the little baby and murdered her by slashing her throat.
the lady was buying banana and loaf 4 her little angel and then some1 came running 2 her that her angel is no more!
i donno whether that mother is still living or not.nobody knows i guess.sometimes i wonder does she can eat banana and loaf now still shiever with fear,unexplainable sorrow and heartfilled of hatter.GOD knows----------------
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Monday 3 December 2007 - 09:48AM (EST) Edit Delete Permanent Link 3 Comments

Womens' day

Aha,itz 8th march. da womens' day once again.lots of love for u ma friendz.but i still think is celebrating only 1 day as womens' day not as same as to accept men z' supiriority for rest 364 days?.my lil brain finds no answer.in dis occassion newspapers are publishing lots of articles 4 last a few days.inspiring women 2 b brave, vocal, rebel and aware of own rights.but do we really lack these qualities or there is something else dat doesn't allow us to expose & practice all these qualities?i still as myself and now i'm asking u .
when i was in class 8(much more thinner & shorter than now u can c ), i went to new market 1 evening wid ma parents.i & mom were walking through a crowdy place than a beast(!) from behind did something to me dat wasn't fair.i caught his hand, hurt him on his belly wid my elbow(i learnt martial art from class 6 -7 in ma school den a new principle came and banned dat saying"martial art is 4 boys not 4 guls".and ma training came 2 d end)then i asked him angrily "wat happened"? after noticing dat mom pulled me holding my arms-"barsha, wat r u doing ?come on. get outta dis place".so ma desire 2 punch dat beast was not fulfilled. though it was a public place and nobody knew us there my mom protested me 2 do dat bcoz she was insecure thinking dat d people around us may not take our side.but may b she was pleased 2 c my courage.after so many years when i was in 1st year of Bsc 1 day i was standing in front of ma varsity gate talking 2 ma frnds.then an unexpected event took place which was almost similar 2 d above mentioned 1. dis time i looked @ dat busturd,without knowing he and i were in same class but differrnt section.he said''sorry'pretending it was unintentional. but dis tym i kept numb. i wanted 2 give him a tight slap and teach how 2 walk without disturbing others.if he were not so bad he wud b sorry and taken a vow not 2 do dis sort of things in future.but wat would have happened if he was too bad?he might had thrown acid on ma face or kidnapped me and messed up ma lyf.and escape from da hand of our contry's soft(!),smooth(!) hand of law.i can still remember when i was in college a student of AUST where i study now was burnt in fire in d daylight bcoz of rejecting a devil called shafiuddin babu a n x-cricket player of bangladesh cricket team.and he escaped proving himself innocent.so how cud i take d risk to raise ma voice?how cud i take d risk in such an environment where boys dont dare 2 argue wid seniors in fear of being physically humiliated or killed?shud i suffer ma whole lyf for raising ma voice against harrasment only once?now for dis reason i always ask myself -"do i lack bravery or it's d law and order situation of my beloved contry dat can't guarrantee ma safety and forces me 2 keep silent?"anyways ma frnds have a very happy women's day no matter u r a male or a female.my xam will b started from 11th .plz pray 4 me.lotsssssss of luv

Blog of a stupid

blog of a stupid
friends , have u seen today's" prothom alo"?on page no 7 which 1 is named as 'bishal bangla' there're two shocking newses those caught my eyes. 1 is a father has killed his own 4 old son thinking that the lands which are in d name of d son will be his own after d baby's death!i heard of d ancient arabs who used to burry baby guls alive after thier death.but r u again going back to d dark age again from 2007? another news is published on d same page on d rightmost coulumn. a very short, tiny miny news.it's about a wretched boy who has been murdered by some rowdy boys of his locality because the boys used to disturb his sister and he raised his voice against those devils. and finally he has paid by his valuable life. as we all know caretaker govt' is in charge of our country.except some selfish politicians every1 will agree with the opinion that d overall situation of dis contry is better than ever we've experianced.but why this sort of incidences still takes place. for more than last 15 years our prime minister has been lady always but still eve teasing, violation , acid throughing have been common practices in our contry. so many guls havecommitted suicide as a n effort of protest against eve teasing. it's hard to remember and mention all of their names here.but their sacrifice was in vain. so still we've to digest(!) this sort of news on the table of our breakfast no matter which govt' is it.dear friends i can c nothing but darkness in front of my sleepless, dark circled eyes. could u plz tell me if thr is any way so that we won't have to read dis sort of news any more?

A big mistake

A big mistake
My today’s blog is specially 4 those of my gal friends who r still in teens. today I’m gonna disclose 1 of my biggest mistakes in life.
It was 11 A.M ,4th april 2002. I got up from sleep finished my breakfast and picked the telephone receiver shivering . I was going to call 1 of my fave writers with the initial S.A who also worked as a senior sub editor of a renowned newspaper. I talked to that person. He asked my name , which class did I read in etc. when he was about to hang up I asked him his home phone no. he gave me his mobile no. I kept on screaming the whole day in my home-“I’ve talked to him,--------- ”every1 in my home came 2 know dat excecpt my abbu.then after a few weeks I called him again, this time without telling my mom.then again and again.one day I told my mom that I talked 2 him regularly on his home phone. She was surprised but said nothing bcoz she trusted me so much..i used to talk to him every week sometimes more than once a week. I donno when, I donno why I started feeling that I no more respected him as my fave writer. My feelings had become deeper. He used to call me ‘apni’ though I was more than 12 years younger to him---- 8 months passed like dis.then 1 cursed night I called him @ 11pm . and he said “barsha tumi na majhe majhe khub sundor kotha bolo tumi kit a jano?’’(barsha, sometimes u talk so sweetly do u know dat?)then he said almost in a coy- “barsha , I love u, plz come 2 me ,come closer, ----closer I’ll love u..love u so sweetly.----- barsha, give ur sweet love to me-------. My whole world became foggy in front of me. I started feeling a continuous glorious rapture, I felt like my cherished dream had come true. That wass my sweet prince begging 4 my sweet love.i couldn’t say so much that night. B4 hanging up he repeated “I love u”. I couldn’t sleep whole night. I was drenched by showers of happiness. I told myself-“finally I caught my dreamlover, he’s not a dream anymore.”months passed after dat. and I found many things abnormal with dat person. Most of d time he used so many words those were not romantic but sexually explicit. I used to protest but he said-“I’m always like dis. Don’t call me if u have any problem.”I kept on forgiving him and didn’t give up calling. I don’t think I gotta tell u why.I started hiding all these things to my mom.once I went 2 d bookfair wid my parents and met him.mom thought dat I was just a fan of him.in front of my mom he treated me like a baby gal. And when I called him after 1 week he told me-“barsha tumi khub chhoto”(u r a baby gal)but within a few days d situation became like b4 again…..
I was always in a dilemma. “is dis man perfect 4 me?”. My studies started 2 b effected when my hsc exam came near 1 day 1 called him & said “plz don’t tempt and misguide me.i’m really ashamed of wat I did. My mom really trusts me. She will b so disappointed if she ever hears me talking to u in such explicit words”.then that devil said—wat d hell r u talking ‘bout? U r a baby gul, I didn’t ever consider u as an adult”. I protested dis time—“but I’m already an adult so don’t try to mislead me anymore”. I hang up.i started studying hard 4 my hsc deleting that guy from mind. Then after my exam I discovered that d guy had got married even without telling me! A women used 2 pick d phone & he said it’s my sis in law!then 1 day dat woman told me dat they had got married and letter he admitted d truth. He started avoiding me day by day then after getting admitted to my BSC in made up my mind not2 call him anymore and d darkest story of my life came 2 an end.
Aha!what a long blog. Friends I wanna say dat I feel ashamed dat I was involved in such kinda unhealthy relationship but I can also undaztand it happened bcoz of my physical & mental immaturity at dat age. So frinds, beware of these devils who have such a dirty mind behind good persona.my sweet lil sises , plz don’t let ur emotion take u over. I also warn my male frinds to b alert. someday ur own sis can fall victim to this kinda so called man.

At the zoo

friends, hope u've celebrated pohela boishakh with lots of joy and fun. i've enjoyed it too .all i want now is a storm to wash away my sorrows and pains, to rejoice in a new energy and start a new life and gain access 2 d world of success .@1st i wanna inform u dat my mom was a bit disappointed with me when i told her about my blog regarding S.A. she's scared that some1 very close 2 him can see the blog and inform him.and he can do any harm 2 me. i asked my mom "do i have 2 b scared of every1 throughout my entire life and nobody won't fear me?"to admit own mistake is a virtue according 2 me. and that blog was an effort 2 do that.
the day b4 pohela boishakh i went to d zoo with my aunt ,cousin and her husband. me ,my cousin and my bro in law was were in 1 taxi. when i was about 2 get down from the taxi suddenly a lil boy clasped my legs tightly begging 4 monies. i gave him a 10tk note given by my mom and got down. i wasvisiting d zoo after 11years.i was simply stunned 2 c there r empty cages more than animals in d zoo. in 1 cage it was writeen'HORSE' but inside there was a cow calf!when i was tiny in my age i saw ziraff @ d zoo but now there's only a stuffed one in the museum!lions are so thin that they look like dogs!and there was almost no tiger there!i was so sad 2 see al these things.when we were out of d zoo thre was an idea in my bro in laws head. he said-" how will it loook if the politicians now in jail are kept inside those empty cages?there will b a signboard outside d cage written thier name and identity , and there good works(!)like stealing tins , dresses and blankets of flood relief, terrorism, taking bribes etc?and people like us will visit them everyday from far and near?''.i like his idea friends what do u people say? lotssssssss of love 2 u all

Friday, July 10, 2009

Dedicated to you-THE KING


“When someone is passed away, we try to find out their virtues with a magnifying glass but when they r alive we only find out their faults.”Afzal hossain the popular TV actor said this in 2001 after the untimely death of director Aheer Alam.
Today your departure has made me reminded of this.

“I find God inside children”-once you said in an interview.
“Bloody hypocrite.” I said angrily seeing that on paper. Today I’m asking myself.-“why”? Did I ever see u fondling any kid unlike what was proved in the court? Was that possible for me? None of the charges against you were proved true in front of the court, rather those were considered as a trap to extort money from you. But the media seemed to know everything that no one does. They sealed the word ‘child abuser’ beside your name forever--------
But we know, such things really happen. Millions, billons, trillions of kids all over the world are being harassed everyday sometimes by their close ones. Many are embracing death being the victim of Never ending(!) lust of so called ‘elders’. But how many of such cases are bought to the court even after having clear evidence? How many mothers dare to take their children’s side not being aware of the ‘honor’ (!) of their family? And even if someone dares, the police often refuse to take the case because the client is not able to bribe them or just because the accused one is from an ‘influential’ family may be having a political background. Many People around the world miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiles away from you didn’t miss any single chance to dub you as ‘baby f**ker’ but ignored the real ones around themselves.Why?May be alllllll were jealous of your name and fame which we were unable to earn.

Once in an accident your hair was set on fire and a large portion of your head had been burnt. From then pain killer and u had been friends forever. But why did we come to know this NOW????I still can’t forget that even this accident of your life was once mocked by an eminent American rapper in one of his videos. (I’m intentionally not mentioning his name).But why? Why someone’s pain becomes amusement for the others? How could you dare to heal such a selfish world?

“The man is a crack. Why did he turn his skin white when he was already famous with his black skin”? I heard several people saying this about you. I really never tried to find what made u take such a decision while u had always been raised your voice against racism? Was it a way to show your agression to the world?Or just a severe vitiligo? Duh! What’s the help of knowing this now?

U uttered this in your own exclusive style-
“If you’re Thinkin' Of
Being My Baby
It Don't Matter If You're Black Or White”.
But it still does matter in one way or another. I’m from a country where majority of people have got dark complexion.-“so, what type of bride do u want, dude?”
-“FAIR skinned, tall, slim,a paragon of beauty.” This is the answer which is common to hear after asking the question mentioned above to any guy here. Whenever a dark baby girl is born in a family all her relatives whisper among themselves.-“It will be troublesome to marry her off.” Frustration consumes the girl as she grows up. No matter how good & intelligent she is, no matter how much talent she shows, the society keeps on reminding her-“U r a dark ugly chick.” This is why she suffers from identity crisis. People suggest her fairness creams, home made face packs, even bleaches which damage her skin badly. But nobody dares to say,-“you are a good girl, why do you bother with your complexion”?
The difference between you and us is we can’t scream in the pain of our tortured soul in front of the whole world like you did.So,don’t worry we still can assure you now in your own language that you are not alone. Though you were so lonely in this earth that you had to consider your chimp as your best friend but whenever you were out you had to crawl away from the crowd of fans!!!
Your departure teaches us how helpless the stars become because of fame, scandal and money. May Almighty God give us the wisdom to consider every superstar as a human being of flesh and blood not a superhuman.
Rest in peace in the house of God.Surely we all will see you sooner or later.

Old blogs from yahoo 360(Dreams and pains)

i was shocked 2 c a news in today's prothom alo page no. 4.in ishwardi a 7 years old girl is dead because of being gangraped by some busturds.when i was a school girl i used 2 b stired by this kinda newses.i was so sensitive. d incident wandared across my mind all d day, heart used 2 beat so quickly , i couldn't study attentively and used 2 cry secretly 2 my 1 and only dearest GOD.by GOD'S mercy now i'm imotionally balanced than b4. but still i become very shocked. since i've gained d ability 2 b a mother i've always dreamt of a baby gul.justtttttt like me. with dark brown eyes, curly hair and a heart and brain far better than me. she'll overcome all d deficiancies those i have.i'll teach her 2 b brave , and respectfull 2 herself &all.i've alreaddy given her a name uno?it's JODHY.means struggler /Conqueror.when i get tired i lay down on my bed , take my dolls on my lap and think of her. i'm thrilled wid a glorious feeling.but when i read tihs sort of news i wonder "won't i committ a sin by giving her birth 2 such a world full of beasts and devils"?will i b able 2 guarantee her safety &well being?"whatever i'm still can't give up dreaming of u my little angel.i love u.
2day i went 2 a jewelery shop 2 buy a gift 4 my cousin. a couple stood beside me. they will get married soon. i guessed d gul has been abroad 4 a long time from her accent.the boy asked d gul 2 choose a ring but d gul told him 2 choose 1 for her.i was enjoying their gigglings and talkies.then from other corner of d shop 3 women joined them .they were also wid d couple.an old woman asked d boy-"has she chosen a ring"?'yes ' he replied."and nose pin"?-the woman asked again. then the gul said-"oh no. i haven't pierced my nose".then another woman wid them(may b d boys sister.she didn't were nosepin) said d gul in acccent of an order-"no no no u have 2 do it."d gul sounded scared dis time-"oh no. i can't . it seems so painful, i did once but it's closed"then d women said again-"no. u have 2 do it. u can go 2 a parlour". d gul asked surprisedly_"is it traditional?"'yes"-all d women replied.
i pierced my nose just 2 enhance my style when i was in bsc 1st year.it wasn't so painful.but still i think no 1 should b forced 2 do something like dis .in some families nosepin is accepted as d sign of being married.some women wears it thinking that it will keep her husband from every kind of dangers .if a woman is forced 2 bear pains 4 d safety of her husband. why should man lag behind?why don't they also pierce their tongues or eyebrows and wear a ring 4 d safety of their wives?could any1 plz tell me?

have u ever thought about it?

something wierd happened 2 my page.for about last 1 month many of my friends failed to post comments on my blogs and quick comments to my guestbook.but since u all can see my blogs i think i must keep on blogging.
i'm a bit irregular on net now a days.the day b4 yesterday i logged on to my 'orkut'page..there's an option on the homepage of orkut where u can see what ur friends have added more to their profile.i always like to chk those out.i was checking as usual then to my gr8 surprise one of my bangali friends who claims himself 2 b an engineer working abroad and fathering a son has uploaded some obscene videos on "you tube".i placed my mouse under the clippings and one of them read "rape"-"google video" then the size of the clipping in kilo byte.then another read-"virgin girl's 1st intercourse"and then the 3rd 1."sexclussive clipping from indian computer class".being simply stunned i deleted that man from my friends list.
drinking alcohol and watching porn movies has become fashion for many of today’s boys. And sometimes girls also.i really wonder when any boy who is apparently decent ,religious and who says his prayer regularly enjoy such dirty things.when I had a computer programming course in 2nd yr I needed a pen drive badly to copy all the programs I did in lab to my p.c at home.but the boys who owned pen drives didn’t bother to take them out in lab but to share porns from each other.if u ask them why they are interested to such things they will answer-“what’s bad in this?we r not practicing all those.we r just watching them for time pass.”or more confidently-“oh come on,we need some experience to develop our skills otherwise our wives will kick us out.”
Now Dear porn lovers,have u ever thought that by watching all these garbages u r somehow encouraging this disgraceful art?even in our contry we’ve seen a lot of incidences of girls being kidnapped and raped in front of camera.or being seduced by their boyfriends to have an intercourse even without knowing that there’s a hidden camera rolling inside the room.and those clippings eventually come to u spoiling the girls life.can u imagine ur mother,sister,wife or daughter in her place?we feel very proud that the inventor of “you tube”is a guy from our country.but will it even be joyful for him when he sees that his creation is being abused in such a way?
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whom will u blame?

“Are girls mean minded by born or the environment makes them mean?”- a few months back this was the fb status message of pinky apu from BUET. Many of her friends expressed their opinion on their comments and tonight this question is burning in my mind once again.If u follow the issue of 16.2.2009 of‘ the daily prothom alo ‘ u’ll find a news which says a 5 years old boy was burnt and dead.the baby boy gave his statement to the TV channels saying that he was burnt by his stepmother.The wretched boy lost her mother 3 years back and his father got remarried. according to the maid servant, Because of being a bit aggressive the boy used to be always humiliated by her stepmom.and here the question arises-Did his stepmom used to humiliate him because he was aggressive or he was aggressive because he was deprived of love and affection he needed?Even in the night before his accident or attempt of killing, His stepmother forced to have his meal sitting on the cold, hard floor instead of dinning table and chair.none other than his father said this to the press.May be he’s happy now with his beloved mom . I believe that Allah will keep his soul in peace who got nothing in such a short life.But this death leaves a lot of questions in our minds.in a male dominated society like ours we have a lot of complaints against the males of being dominating, cruel, inhuman, sex maniac and so on.but where will we go if we, the women keep on setting up such examples ?
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