Trying to Off-Load

Once in a professional training course on software development, the course instructor showed an interesting way to take some load off the head. Urging to start the practice of putting down our daily plans and additional thoughts on a paper he made it sure that all the trainees are following that at-least for first few days in that course. That was actually a compulsory part of that training on OOP at BASIS that I started around December ,2008. Like all other courses I've gone through in my life I do regret on not giving my hundred percent to take the best out of that so valuable course . But it was so well designed and useful course with hands-on training that even after getting a mediocre score of B on that it gave me a huge boost in my confidence to switch into software sector.

But tonight's topic is actually on that interesting mind relaxing technique taught in that course. "Task Plan , Daily/Weekly/Monthly", that's what the instructor used to call it. It was pretty simple but effective. One has to draw a table on a page of his note book with columns for Task Number, Task Name, Task name, Execution Timeline, Priority and check-box. Additional columns can be added as needed. As it was a part of the "Soft Skills" of that software course, response from each of the trainees to this lesson was I guess counted in their annual "soft evaluation". But if we try to take a positive look at it we can see that the introduction of that skill in that professional training program actually was a door (or a window whatever you call it..!!) for us to the disciplined and planed way of leading life. In today's competitive world where so many of us struggle to get a momentum at the initial stage of our career, a modern man with a commitment towards life can smartly choose this option to make a stand-alone leading performance. When a person like me who already had struggled in a year long service in an ISP with not so apparent progress in my career , sat down with pen and paper to make the table , I definitely had to do some planning with some organized way of thinking. Doing it regularly one can make a positive change in his or life Insha Allah. Because with the pen you are not only writing a task plan in a columned table that you fear failing to follow but also pushing yourself to make a positive view of your future life the way you wished to see it and optimistically plan for it to make it come true. Maintaining this regularly a person can gradually get very near to be an exact follower of the task plan as the instructor said. Undoubtedly that would be great achievement for anybody. Moreover , the instructor said that this habit relaxes our brain releasing a big amount of load. Interestingly when I started to follow that practice , pretty soon I discovered that it works!! At least it helped me to have good night's sleep by the Rahmat of Allah.

Growing up with relations

At this hour at night when I'm desperately trying to push me towards some sort of discipline with my bed time, I thought I should post some lines about it. Otherwise I I may just forget addressing such an important matter.

Family Relations are sweet.. aren't they ..? and when it comes to the question of relations with first cousins.... almost every Bangali who has some from any side (Father or Mother) remembers some sweet childhood memories of a gang at his or her grannies. A group of cousins that together had lots of funs an done some wicked things against granny, uncles or aunts...in those days. These memories are like assets. Tell me how does it feel when in a leisure in our grown up age we recall those sweet(and sour) memories?.........(To be continued...)

A Forgotten Taste of Life

Look at the delight in this boy...!!! This elated kid appears to be one of those who are deprived of all the costly funs and entertainments. Funs that kids from well-off   urban families may get going abroad in Disney Land or even going in some local amusement parks like Fantasy Kingdom, Nandan, Water Kingdom etc. But some of us who somehow have had such ecstatic moments in our childhood staying in villages or in small town sides could imagine how euphoric the feelings there used to be.( How about getting lost in such a seasonal jungle with the whole bunch in an autumn noon...!!? )... Specially, when the ring started rolling at high speed with every hit you make and it stays in your control, when the top started spinning for  longer times, when your kite survives the fight on the sky cutting down a lot of other kites...How did you feel when marbles started hitting marbles or hitting the mango on the tree with deadly accuracy…!!!!?

or  may be when you could finally make bigger swings with the Tarzan rope or   with the cradle tied in a brunch of a jungle tree.......!!!! ,

............................Those incomparable funs also include some improvisation and adventures like making a big floating raft stacking water hyacinth together with all the friends and then riding on it all together when it finally starts floating on water carrying the whole bunch of adventurous kids........,

Trust me ..not all the city side kids could get this taste every now and then in the season..

Aaaaaah.......those childhood funs.....!!!! Definitely not talking about the childhood of urban farm chickens....who cannot even imagine this sweet-tasting-adventure of sipping from the juice pot ( probably from some other's tree or pot.. ;) ) climbing up the date tree.... Can they...!!!? 

Hey, do you remember the fun of mudslide...!!?So , you see don't need to regret that you couldn't go to the water kingdom slides.....

You think the city kids could ever imagine to have such muddy fun...!!?    Oh...Maan.......!!!!  that used to be a great fun forgetting all the decent and careful practices of staying of out of dirt... Not sure if it was the scent of the mud  all over our body or the incredible joy of getting free from all the sense of cleanliness that used to make us laugh all the while we were  having that fun ..up until we were too tired or hungry or some guardian appears and makes us draw an end to that never ending fun......!!!  
And then the athletic wash....

There was no Chinese or Romanian instructor to help us doing this.. But they would sure be impressed and thrilled to see this athleticism what spontaneously used to  come out of a village kid's fitness . Ask the city kids to do it.... and you are most likely to hear  .."Yes , okay I am gonna ask Mom/Dad to get me admitted to gymnastics school.." Well..no wonder..., now at the city we all have to spend money even for  drinking water...!!

 So what to call it ....!!? Water Kingdom or Water in  Our Kingdom..!!? 


Whenever the school ground is submerged because of  trapped rain water or for the seasonal flood , this age group won't miss making the best use of it for their entertainment. Athletic and adventurous.. !!? No doubt...!!

So you think the urban farm chicks had this fun with all their costly amusement park experiences ...!!?

 The tree brunch or the bridge's pillar or any comfortable height adjacent to the river or to the pond are guaranteed to be utilized by these adventurous kids as their jumping and diving pad in rural Bangladesh.  

( We had to attend the test of patience too...while fishing ....!! ) 
Collecting  mangoes under the tree swinging with strong wind just before the summer storm….. well I can’t remember all of those countless and priceless amusements that thrilled our nerves in almost every day of our boundary-less childhood...!!!

What about the fun that you used to have everyday at the village pond ...!!!?
Tell you what!!... that also includes  facing the rage of your parents in case if it's more than once a day or if it took a long time to get back home. But the fun of this group bath is unparalleled to what kids try to get at different swimming pools in cities.

 Is there anything comparable to the day of group fishing in your village ...!!?


This really used to be a grand occasion for all the villagers of all age groups to enjoy....The whole day is spent catching, lancing , spearing, trapping fishes in the muddy water of a drying pond or of any low land in a very festive atmosphere.

                                                                    …And I do feel sorry for  many of the urban  kids who are actually deprived of  the taste of such un-chained upbringing…

Yuhh!!! all these pictures reminds me of my childhood, Alhamdulillah..!! what is enriched with so many precious moments like these in open fields, in jungles, along the river banks and so on. I got all those invaluable moments staying in or nearby different small towns, villages and some magnificent rural places of this beautiful country....!!!!

When Life Starts to Take Revenge

Restlessness, agitation, uncontrolled anger…these are clear signs of tension building up in me. So far I guess this has been a big problem in my entire student life. With a clear idea on the required course of action, I’ve always kept myself away from the required application. More correctly, I should say that in many occasions I drove myself away from my duties concentrating on wrong subjects in wrong times. I could clearly feel that I was not doing it right in those times. But that divine feeling never got strong enough. Because, it hardly ever clogged my quest for self destruction. With a fake slapdash look in my face and a careless body language I kept doing the wrong things, deteriorating my pathetic situation and wasting my invaluable times.

But, '...the life...' that was given to me, does not tolerate this sort of destructive carelessness for too long. As a consequence, I think I had to pay a lot....

You show negligence to life and you expect life to just let you get away intact with that sort of audacity........!!?  ...You know very well that no normal sense can hold such castle in the sky.

...................It's just a matter of time before life charges you full toll of all your negligence, carelessness and weary actions.....
                                        
.....................And rightly so......!!..., Because you'd expect life to react evenly when you show some commitment towards it with a little bit of hard-work, paying some sort of attention to it and saving it from your self destructive fantasies. And by the Rahmat of Allah most of the times so it does. It pays you back some sweat taste of your care and commitment. Doesn't it..!!?

It’s not a good feeling at all when one finds himself or herself tricked or deceived by none but himself or herself. At times you may feel that this particular agony is actually killing you. In course of time this distressful feeling does end someday. But, the suffering does not completely end right there. It has got some aftereffects that are really hard to get-over. It's kind a domino-effect once all the corollaries of all your self-destructive acts sets off one after another. A strange sort of mindlessness may chain up all your confidence for an agonizingly long period.  Imagine how miserable your survival would then become!!

And with the line of one of my favorite lines,

..........Life is an open road... It's the best story never told..................

I'd like to add...... In shaa Allah, you will get-through that agonizing time and will also get another chance to bounce back, if you manage to survive that period helping yourself a bit. That obviously means giving up your fake dame-care attitudes and staying away from making anymore mistakes in that tough time.


Alhamdulillah, in my professional life, I was never careless to my duties. But why couldn't I apply myself in the same way to my studies for a long time...yet...!!?

I only can wish that Insha Allah I’m done with all those 'Who cares..' stuff , a’ready paid up for all the previous recklessness and from now on I will try to apply myself to my duties properly In shaa Allah.. Pray for me everybody....

Another short note from an FB status...on Eclipse...

Talking of Eclipse, I still remember the startling solar eclipse(nearly full), we experienced in our school. All on a sudden lights had gone dimmer outside, a strange cool wind started to blow towards an unusual direction and we all were running here and there all over the school compound with X-Ray papers in our hands. But the day-shift guys missed it...

Now I remember the time of this wonderful experience . It occurred in a bright summer morning of '95, when we were in class 8 (me for the 2nd time). The whole atmosphere turned mystifying with that dimmest ray of sun. Some moments later when the strange cool breeze started to blow, it all looked like a live seen from one of the 50's dim colored Hollywood World-War-II movies.
However, the best part was that none of our teachers were attending any of the classes and we were roaming free all around the campus even though the tiffin-bell was yet to ring....:)

Shei Farzanar Biey Holo...(holo ki..!!?)

"Ki holo Fazana, apnake ami atobar call koreo paina kano....!!? Apni ki amar call recieve e korbenna bole thik korechen...!!!? "

Dhomoker shurei bollam, ashonka chilo jekono shomoi e er dat vanga jobab ashte parey..

Kintu amake kichuta obak kore diei opash theke tar shovab shulov thanda kintu drirho golai jabab elo..."Ami ashole ghumie chilam...tai recieve korini..."

"Diner barota bajey ar apni shuey achen ..na...!!?",Kichuta mojar tone e interrogate korlam....

ebar konthoshshor aro drirho hoe gelo. Bujhlam ebar tar dhoirjer baadh venge jai ar ki,..."Haaa, Infact ami akhono shuey achi...."

"Aaachacha jai hok... ami je apnakey kichu bole chilam ,koi apni to haa naa, kisu janalen na....!!! "

"Oh ha apnake janano hoi ni kichu din agey amar biey hoey gese.."

"Alhamdulillah, amake janalen na je...!! avoid korte korte ...ai khobortao jananor proyojon mone korlen na..?"

"Avoid...!!! Chih...,Mim vai apnar shathey ki amar sherokom shomporko...?"

"Vai ki koren...!!!!?"

"Vai, Bank e chakri koren....."
"Apni ISSB te je giechilen sheta ki khobor...? "

"Hoi ni, Not selected...amader goruper keu e select hoi ni...."

aro anek kotha holo...shob sheshe jokhon bollam....

"Apnar je akta valo khobor pelam shetar jonney shottie khub bhalo lagchey..."

"Asholey apnake ami oi kotha bolechilam...karon...ami jibon e joto "Manush" dekhechi...tar majhey apnake amar valo lgegeche..ei ..er beshi kichu na...ta chara apni to amar early life er pochonder akta bapar janen e..."(ai tuku kano bollam thik bujhte parchina...karo bieyer khobor shonar por ai shob bolata bodhoi thik na...)

"Mim vai, doa korben...."

Ta ar boltey..!!!..tar jonney doa amar shobshomoye thakbe Insha Allah....
"May Allah bless her with a very happy married life..."

Tar kothar dhoron shuney abong prekkhyapot bislesion kore amar oviggyota theke bolte pari je tini ja bolchen ta shomvoboto shottya noi.Jodi tai hoi tahole bolbo...ai boka meyeta akhono shorashori shottya kotha bolte shikhlo na , eta vebe kharap lagche. Aro beshi kharap lagche amar nijer jonne. Amake avoid korte take ai kaaj korte holo...!!!

Call ta shedin korlam...jedin kina arek "Farjana" ke bieyer prostaab diechi facebook e mail korey..., Vablam prai pach/choi mash hoe gelo....shei Farzana jokhon atodineo Ha/Na kichui janalo na...tokhon amar theke prai 8/9 bosor er choto ai meyeti shombondhey chinta vabna kora jai....!!! Mojar bapar holo ai shob paglami gulo korchi jokhon ami hepataitis e vugchi..(bilorobin 5.1..tobey akhon Insha Allah anek kom hobey..Allah er rahmatey)...abong bekar...(Both of the Farzanas has been informed accordingly...)..Amar jonney doa korben...shobai...

ISSB Memories as a Candidate for BAF Engineering Core

Board: 1763, Branch ; GRD -Br-67, Chest No :66, Result : Rejected or Not Selected

Yuh that's how I m starting to write this note. Because being rejected from ISSB (Inter Services Selection Board) I felt so dejected that I don't remember when for the last time I felt so in my matured age. Handing me the "Red Card" like to all others of my group, I was briefed that I lag somewhere in mental stability. The three and a half days tenure at ISSB as a candidate for Bangladesh Air Force Engineering Core at this age was one of the great experiences of my almost 30 years old life. On the third day, after finishing all the field tests when we, candidates of our group were individually asked to give our expressions on ISSB, I said,"This was the deepest call to bring out the 'real me' inside me". Indeed that was a powerful mirror that gives the overall view of a person, his/her maturity , personality, values, physical condition , mental condition, perception, intelligence, aptitude, command, energy , commitment etc etc. All the expert judges of character working there for years are quite professional. The DP who was handing me the card said that this is the only organization in Bangladesh that's still surviving as a world class institute finding out top quality and potential defense officers. So they don’t compromise with the quality at all. What it means, I might have got some sectors to work on. May Allah help me.

If u havn't gone out to observe the colors, don't worry. Cuzz Pohela Boishakh knocks your door at night..!!

Staying home all the day I can't deny that I was a bit upset on myself. Watching the colorful rallies on the TV where all the cheerful people were enjoying the occasion taking a walk out in this scorching hit with friends and families, I gradually started to find myself a looser. But, by the Rahmat of Allah when the wind got stronger with a rapid drop of temperature at around half past 10 at night, I realized that it has arrived. Suddenly, I found a strong urge inside me to go out and to feel the cool (..and dusty...) wind in my hair before it starts to rain . I love to do that at the start of the first summer storm of the season every year from my childhood. So I did it. Went out chanting like a child.."..Boy..!!!.I like it...!!!" Cuzz I was happy I haven't missed the whole party...at least not all...

There is a new showroom of a renowned bakery of the city just at a minute's walk from my residence. Last night I bought some donuts from there and I thought why not tonight..!!!?.

Well, not before meeting Bappy(a boy of 25/26 , my next door neighbor )whom I offered one as a new year greeting. Hope he likes donuts...

You know.... the mind got refreshed when it started raining and the atmosphere became cooler..Maaan... this was pleasure....!! The agony for missing all the day items suddenly got washed away....

I was back home by then....and was feeling good that starting with a tension of thesis works I have ended the day with a refreshing touch of nature for 5 to 10 minutes... Shokor Alhamdulillah...

Barandai Sun-Shed ta dheu tin er. Shetar upor bristir shobdo shune mone hochchilo....nanur khate shue achi.....(To be continued..)

Bangladesh Cricket Team and the Arithmatic of the Monkey and the Oily Bamboo

I first felt the connection between Bangladesh Cricket Team's Performance and the nation's spirit way back in ICC trophy,1993 where Minhazul Abedin lead Bangladesh team lost the chance to play in ....(to be continued....)

One can now easily say that the confidence of the team that defeated New Zealand 4 to nil last November ,is shrunk to a hopeless state. When a test team skipper says that a score of 270 cannot be chased because of a slow wicket then I wonder if any of the journalists ever dared to ask whether he ever tried to chase it down.....(to be continued....)

eta anekta "Banor ar Toilakto Bash" er anker moto . Tin hath uthley , abar dui hath neme ashe ....But what ever be the reason behind such tragedy Bangladeshi cricket fans must be thinking where is the end of this painful torture.............!!!(to be continued....)

February 25 Takes New Color in The Calendar

One of my school friend wrote on his Facebook status :
Dukkhe koilja haadi jar,tiger tora kearlli :((( Ashra abaro amader fool korilo :((((( Allah amne konai ???

No wonder that was after the first innings....

And then a comment to the status was fired about 3 and a half hours later. That was from another of my school friend :

Allah Ijjot basai disey.................

Haada Koilza Zora Lagi geseyyyyyyyy....

Shabbash Bagher Baichha......... Killai Majhey Mjahey Bilar Chha oi jass??

So you see at the two years anniversary of the brutal BDR mutiny what claimed so many lives, I believe this black day of agony, woe, distress, disgrace and pain has got a new colors of confidence, nerve, courage, character and joy on the calendar of this year for the nation.

The best way to the solutions of all problems

The fact is, I can't deny any of those accusations or comments of my family members as I've failed to control my temper in quite a few occasions. My carelessness in tuning or controlling the attitude towards family members already have cost me some unexpected occurrences outside. I really need to do something to prevent it before it costs me a permanent change in my behavior. That obviously would be a disaster.(to be continued….)

Well, things are lot better now , by the Rahmat of Allah, Alhamdulillah. Actually, some facts like

not being involved in any profession at this age,

not giving the required effort to finish the thesis work of my post-grad studies,

pushing the future towards uncertainty with a sort of carelessness that's not at all acceptable for a grown up person like me

and some irregularities in my daily life could have been the reasons behind such uncontrolled behaviors.

All on a sudden I notice that there are some unchecked irregularities in saying my five times prayers. Maintaining the proper waqt(time) must be ensured there. The basic practice what The Creator made Faraz(Mandatory) for a Muslim can obviously be the key to solve all sorts of problems if it is done properly.

So , everybody pleas pray for me.. that I can take care of my five times prayers (Salat) by the Rahmat of Allah

Phonei Dilam Bieyer Prostab.....!!!

"Mim vai, apni amake posondo korten...!!?..ami ar apni to akkebarey opposite character er...."

Well, not quite an incorrect judgment by my ex-colleague. I remember I was a bit relaxed as Farzana and a few other engineers joined the tech-support after 4 months passed with just Sani vai and me on TS duties under the supervisor Rony vai. And then all of the new engineers including this one, my next-desk colleague Farzana Rahman, have dealt my short-tempered and a bit egoistic attitude. But I don't know why I've always felt that I'm getting a silent admiration from this lady for my commitment to duty. Quite a few times she has seen me getting crossed with colleagues or talking loud in the office or over the phone. Despite such ruthless or not so decent attitude she as a good and wise colleague, tried to give me some advise to choose the right track for career development. I remember she told me that I should go for field operation jobs rather than switching into Software Development.
Well,I can place many good reasons for what I've done last December. But the fact is eventually I managed to have done it within the valid time period!! Someday Insha Allah I can feel good thinking that I atleast had made a proposal to this lady may be before it was too late by the Rahmat of Allah.

Tar ai kotha shuney ami ki hashbo na kadbo bujtey parchilam na. Akey to atodin por ato kosto korey phone number jogar korey,prothom call e bolte na perey anek kosto korey ditio call er anumoti pelam(Ejonney takey dhonnobad)!!. Uni akhono obibahito achen kina, sheta janteo to koto kath khor poratey holo. prothom calle jokhon jiggesh korlam,

"Apni akhon kothai achen...?"

Jobab elo : "Ami to bashai... kano..?"

Atokkhon peter je kothata amar mukhe die beroi beroi korchilo, ta Oi "kano.." shuney ak dhokey pete choley gelo.Mukh die berholo mukher kothai,

"Na maney...akhon job kothai korchen ..ai ar ki... ".

"Ami to X-net theke ADN eshechi ak bosor er beshi hoe gese",

"Oh Achcha , ha Rony vai amakey bolechilo je apni ADN e gachen...etc..etc..etc....."
Jai hok er porey koekbar call kore jokhon dekhi uni ar receive e korchen na tokhon to peter gondogol matha e uthey gelo. Er por dui jon ex-colleague er maddhomey amar arji pathanor chesta korlam. Tatey kono kaj to holoi na ulta aro false position e porey gelam. Sheshmesh SMS pathie anumoti peye , ak jon purusher jiboner shobchaitey shahoshi kaj gulor akta korey fellam. Shekhaney jodi shuntey hoi amar character shomporke unar ai dharona,Amar to hat pa churey kanna-kati korte hoi ar ki.... Aboshho dekha nei shona nei, dui-arai bosor porey evabey phoney ai kotha bolata keu hoito nehat fazlamo othoba "Practical Joke" hishebeo nite parey.
.....Kintu amar ar kono upai thakle to....!!!.

Ato kakuti minoti korey SMS pathanor por arekbar call korar anumoti paoa gelo. Er poreo abar dekha kortey chaile to aam ar chala dutoi jabey. Tai pach theke choi minute er oi second session e uttejonar boshey kichuta ucchya shorey hor bor korey peter kotha ber kore dilam.

Jai hok, ai kaj ta korte holo, ato durey chole jabar por...!!! Kintu deritey holeo, kajta je korte perechi tar jonney akrokom shosti e lagchey. Kajta kotota mattured holo ta nie kotha abossho thekei jai. Ha, er poreyo abar opinion janar chesta korata thik holo kina bujte parchina. Jai hok shei bartho chestar por akhon porjonto ar knock korini abong thik korechi ar ojotha knock korbo o na. Atodin por ak jon je kichu bujte pereo amakey amar boktobbo uposthaponer shujog dilo, shetai ba kom ki!!?

Amar jotodur money porey akkebarei onnorokom ak manush chilen tini. Kotha barta, poshak ashak, achar babohar shob kichutei Masha-Allah tar akta marjito impression chilo.Kaj kortey gie kokhono hoito rough behave o korey felechi,tar jonney pormuhurtei amar nijero hoito kharap lagto. Kintu , tokhono akta kotha money hoto ja, akhon aro valo korey anuvob kori.. "...Hajarey akta paoa jai ai rokom ak meye..."
Tar proti roilo amar shuvo kamona ... May Allah bless her all the way.