Disproportionate Reaction

বিটিভি তে প্রচারিত একটি আলোচনা অনুষ্ঠানে , রোকেয়া প্রাচী , একটি ওয়াজ মাহফিল এ   নারীদের তেতুলের সঙ্গে তুলনা করে দেয়া আল্লামা শফী সাহেবের বক্তব্যকে পর্ণগ্রাফি হিসেবে আখ্যায়িত  করে তার গ্রেফতারের দাবি জানিয়েছেন । তার বক্তব্যের এক পর্যাএ  তিনি তার সামনে বসে থাকা একজন ইসলামিক gyan সম্পন্ন বয়স্ক পুরুষ মানুষকে ( যিনি ওই আলোচনা এ আল্লামা শফী এর বক্তব্য সম্পর্কে ইসলামের অবস্থান বেক্খ্যা করেন ) উদ্দেশ্য করে বলেন  : " আপনি যে আমার সামনে বসে আছেন , এতে কি আপনার মনে লালসা / কামনার উদ্রেক হচ্ছে ..!!? "
       একজন ইসলামিক আলেমের একটি স্থানীয় ওয়াজ মাহফিলে দেয়া এক অনিয়ন্ত্রিত বক্তব্যকে সমালোচনা করে , পর্নোগ্রাফির সঙ্গে তুলনা করে  তার গ্রেফতারের দাবি জানিয়ে জাতীয় গণমাদ্ধ্যমে বক্তব্য প্রদান করা হয় ।  অথচ মুসলিম সংখ্যাগরিষ্ঠ এই দেশে , একই চ্যানেল এ একই প্রোগ্রাম এ  রোকেয়া প্রাচীর শালীনতা বিবর্জিত কুরুচি পূর্ণ প্রশ্নকে কিসের সঙ্গে তুলনা করা যেতে পারে !!?  তার এই বক্তব্যের এই প্রতিবাদ কি কোনো মুসলমান করবে না ...!!?

Memorable Grannny's Home....

Aaaaah...!!! my favourite Nanu'r Basha (Mother Side Granny's home) in Kaporia Potty, Comilla.....where I was born. I used to spend hours looking at the street or at the sky from the balcony or from the roof top since when I was a kid..The ringing of the Rikshaw bells, the car horns , hawking of the bus helpers and conductors.... all these together used to make a sweat melody that I used to enjoy... Some times a few shouts from my Nanu or Mamas like '.......Meeeem....Ai .....Meeeem......' used to add a thrilling feeling to it when accidentally any of my 'Good works' was discovered downstairs.. From the roof top facing the front you could see up-to Raajgonj square looking at left.. and up to Chock Bazaar looking at right. The owners of this house (my mamas ie. mother-side uncles) demolished it.... giving it to the apartment builders..

Decided : Gonna take the horse ride out of this Merry-go-Round

On my blog again after a long while I guess... Anyway I thought I should try to put something on it even if I don't find anything driving me to write again... Something that at-least keeps me attached with this once beloved time-pass...
This morning I was advising one of my cousins how to make her way out of  agonizing and embarrassing feeling about herself. On an FB status she said she has a good head but yet she finds very often a fool out of herself. My advice for her was to stop it right there....and take a bold decision not to remain a fool anymore.. Now, I don't know where that interesting idea came from making me so confident  that it's just a matter of a strong decision....!!! But now at this sleepless hour of midnight I just made an interesting discovery that ...Yes....!! ....it's true... it's very much about my decision. My decision to get out of this 'not so smart' way of leading life. To try out my potentials... Like before this job I used to think that being a part of a developers' team in a software development company could gradually lead me to the career of my dream. For that I used to feel satisfied working full hours in software farms even in unfriendly, agonizingly unproductive and time wasting environments at the cost of halting my MS thesis...
Now , after spending last 8 months in an international telecom call terminator (an IGW at it's setup phase), I came to know a lot more about my potentials.... or at least about the expected level of my output.....So , I decided that's enough....... Now I need to start a business in this domain...alongside a job wherever possible (and somewhat suitable...).... So, pray for me everybody...

And how long should this be the picture.....

It took 1 hour 20 mins to get to my office at MohaKhali, BRAC University area,  starting from Azimpur... This however is not any exceptional day...It's the same story for many city dwellers everyday…… And I never complained…!!!! But today, I couldn’t help it..!!!….And decided to let it out... So, here I ask.... In what kind of capital of what kind of country of what kind of people/politicians/government are we actually residing...!!? In what sort of future, this country is actually heading to...!!!!? Pleas answer me. Don't just keep absorbing. Because you are sure to let it out someday….

The Neta Beans Fired Pipe Gun of our Boy-Hood

Guys with a raise up time outside Dhaka, please name some of the inseparable toys of our boy-hood.

..............Marbles , Wooden Tops , Tennis Ball, Rolling Rings,  Yio-Yio  and the list goes on .......

But do we remember the unforgettable weapon of that time that used to be a toy of showing cool skills ,having fun ..(and making troubles….!!)..?

Yes !, I am talking about this Handmade, Bean Pumped single shot Pipe Gun..”..The Neta Gun/Sniper”......
 

Reminds me of my Boy-Hood...!! Used to hang around all the day with this Single Shot Air Gun made of thin Bamboo cane/pipe as it's barrel (just thick enough to be filled up with a standard-sized bean) and special beans ("Neta") as it's bullets. It requires to load two of those beans at a time to make each shot. One at the front end of the pipe and another one at the back. The one at the top of the barrel is the striking bean and the other one at the back is used to pump the barrel. Another thin bamboo cane with a thick wrist-grip is used as the 'Firing Pin'. This pin needs to be cut about a centimeter shorter than the length of the barrel. So that, after making a shot the pumping bean at the back is automatically pushed to the top of the barrel turning into the striking bean. 

..And trust me....if the gun is immaculately crafted, the beans are perfectly chosen and if the shot is taken by a skilled pair of hands...(...really cool hands..!!) then the target (not always birds), I am afraid is really in painful trouble if it hits....in a close range. Because it really is an effective short-range Non-Lethal Sniper....

Glorious Sorrow and Priceless Tears

Spirit,Unity, Success,Joy,then Sorrow and even stronger Spirit all around...

Another sort of taste the young bunch of tigers has taken that night. So has taken the nation along with them.  Post match analysis was going on around almost in everycorner in all classes of people.  No picketing, no attack on any cricketer’s family,   just a few muttered remorse of the hearts that were biting so high just a few minutes ago.

But if you look at the way our cricket has made it this far by the Rahmat of Allah, you will find that we are going through almost all sorts of sweat and sour experiences that is actually making our build up more solid and stronger with time In shaa Allah. 

 There have been quite a few occasions in last 40 years where the nation made it’s appearance in the world. But the greatest concussion after 1971 is said to have risen by cricket. Because, after winning the ICC Trophy 1997, Bangladesh National Cricket Team has struggled a lot in the international arena what most of the times were obviously because of pathetic miss management by it’s authority. The sorry tale at World Cup 2003 for the unforgettable carelessness of the chief team selector is the most shocking evident of that. But they kept moving on and the nation stayed with them. That’s why ultimately some tigers came out of the so called “ Bottom Less Basket ” and rocked the cricketing world showing typical Bangladeshi character what their ancestors had shown in 1971, 1952 and many more times in their glorious history… (to be continued…with reader’s feedback Insha Allah)

Well that's enough to start writting again after a while

And  a touch of the childhood dreams once again........!!.. Thought I could start it just dropping  some lines on this "Off-day round up". But right now .....I gotta hurry to bed to say the Fajar prayer right in time tomorrow Insha Allah and then make it to my desk at office in time and without any drowsiness.(That’s really affecting my productivity for last few days…). Actually just have watched the ending part of the Disney animation , Rupangel (Tangled) tonight. It was the second time for me. Ending Dialogue from it's hero made me "doing some calculations" once again.

"After years and years and years of asking ....I finally said  ''Yes"...."

Of-course he was kidding…. ;)

But then, I started to make a speculation …. After the 30^th round of seasons of my life last December, how many years actually I have to wait to say “yes” to such a question from anybody…Cuzz nobody actually has asked me yet …!! Let alone any query from anyone of my choice.

I remember I’ve started asking for marriage from a very tender age. I’ve proposed Shila Apu,  a senior girl in my neighborhood  saying “ শিলা আপু , আমি তোমাকে বিয়ে করবো ...” when I was 7 or 8 and at the size of Shila Apu’s legs..!! I did it for a pack of nuts offered in exchange from Sohel Bhai, another senior brother of the same neighborhood, Barisal Poly-technique Institute … Well ,whatever consequence  I had to suffer next few days, Sohel bhai surely was entertained at that moment and I got the nuts….(to be continued…)