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There is something strange about raindrops. It always calms me down.

On such a rainy day, I was riding on a bus. I was going back home from work. The journey began from downtown.

The bus was making stops every now and then, loading and unloading passengers... but mostly loading new passengers. It became more and more crowded as it was passing through the narrow downtown street. Most passengers were doing something on their phone. Some had their eyes closed and headphone on, maybe listening to the music. If you get a seat in the bus, its not a bad place and time for semi-relaxation, and headphones always help. Few passengers were reading books. And some others, including me, were doing nothing. Surprisingly, no one was talking inside the bus. Well, it was not probably that surprising.

The bus moved past the downtown-core. Now more passengers were leaving, though some new were still coming on board. There is a fundamental difference between people's morning face and evening face, a…
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Life as a Lyric

When I was coming back from Toronto to Ottawa yesterday on a train, I got a prolonged 'chill-time' (that's what we refer to at home as 'truly free time'). And I made no mistake in investing all of it in looking at the greenery, the mother nature. I was taking tea, I was listening to some of my favorite songs, I was riding on a train - I am not sure which one was the best part, but the combination does not get any better than this. I used to get a lot of these moments when I was a student. Took those for granted back then. When I did the same thing yesterday, it was bringing back memories. And then I started taking photographs and habitually trying to relate the photograph with lines from my favorite songs. I am not sure if there is a name for this habit  (an impulsive tweet yielded no reply as usual), but I realized I always used to do this... back then and now.

Sometimes it starts with music (a line of a song really...) and I try to define it with a photo, and so…


Everything is a wonder to Safi. A bird idly sitting at our balcony is no different.

As we grow up, do we lose our ability to wonder?

My brain is quick enough to defend the idea... 'No, we just wonder about more fascinating stuff'. What's there to wonder about a pigeon?

What wondered me today?

After a quick lookup in my short term memory, I can only think of the moment when I finally understood the difference between a Container and a VM.

What's more wondrous? A pigeon or a Container?

What Color Is My Parachute?

Inspired by the 'Self Inventory' chapter of 'What Color Is Your Parachute?' by Richard N. Bolles, last night I started drawing my thoughts on paper. I wanted to identify my real passion. It turned out to be something else though. Something more important. It gave me a picture of how my life has changed over the last two decades. 

I explored my memory - as far as I could. I tried to think what I used to do when I was in primary school (Grade 1 to 5). Then what happened in high school (Grade 6 to 10), how things changed in college (Grade 11-12), during my Bachelors and Masters, and what impact did 'moving to Canada' have on me. Then the obvious ones - how my life has changed with marriage and parenthood.

Though I was not surprised to look at the outcome, I must admit - I was not very conscious about all the changes that happened over time. Over the last 10 years or so, the changes have been dramatic. I have achieved some important characteristics, but probably a…


The last entry in this blog was in February 2015, a post I published from Singapore. That's more than two years ago.

A lot has changed, gratefully, most are positive. Among them, Safi, my 11 month old son, is the most blissful addition to my life. With his arrival, his Ammu and Abbu have become a lot busier. I admire Mun for the care she is giving to our son, and for the sacrifices she is making everyday to make our lives easier. I also managed to get a full time job here in Canada. I am doing something I never thought I would do (partly because I had no idea about the existence of this type of work). Somehow though it makes sense. If I look back, most of previous experiences do not have much in common. My Bachelors and Masters hardly intersect. I am making no effort to stop that trend - the above picture is an indication for that. More details on that someday later.

As I am only mentioning the good things today - I should mention one more thing. I have re-developed one of my goo…

Tong Dokan in Singapore

I have been exploring couple of local cafe in Singapore in last couple of days... They all seem to come up with some delicious toast... And surprisingly enough, another common item in these café is egg! So much for 'TongDokan' of Singapore!You will usually see different types of tea there, including 'Tea-O' and 'Tea-C' being the most common ones. As far I remember 'Tea-C' is with milk, while the other one is without milk. By the way, when I say 'Tea' in Singapore, read 'Tey'... So basically, you say something like 'Tey-O' and 'Tey-C'... Complicated.. Eh? But they taste good... Specially the toasts.

Boro Miah

Halishahar, K-Block, Gate#10.
There's this 'Tong Dokan', where we sometimes go for hangout... It's open 24/7. Run by two/three persons in shifts. After coming back from Canada few days ago, yesterday was my first visit to this place.

This Tong Dokan was owned by a guy named 'Boro Miah'. That's not his real name, it's more like a title which means 'senior guy'. But everyone in the area knows him by this name. He himself, sometimes his sons, or relatives used to serve in this small tea stall. When I went there yesterday, I saw this new guy. I thought he was just one of Boro Miah's relatives. 

After taking tea, I asked him about Boro Miah's whereabouts. Then I got the sad news. He died few days ago. And In fact I was already back in the country when he died. 
Boro Miah was an old man. He was poor.. Obviously a guy who runs this type of small tea stall or 'Tong Dokan' does not earn much. Probably just enough to feed the family twice…

ছোট্টকালের একটি দিন

সকাল ৭ টা - বিছানা থেকে আম্মু টেনে তুললো... আবার সোফায় গিয়ে ঘুম দিলাম

সকাল ৭.২০ - কোনমতে ব্রাশ করে ডাইনিং টেবিলে বসলাম... আম্মু পানি ভাত দিল... আধো ঘুম অবস্থায় কিছুদুর খাইলাম... তারপর একটু চা

সকাল ৭.৪০ - জাহান আন্টি অথবা আম্মু কেউ একজন আমাকে ইউনিফর্ম পরালো... জুতা পরানোর সময় ব্যাপক পেইন দিলাম

সকাল ৭.৫০ - সিলভার বেলস স্কুলের দিকে হাটা দিলাম... হেটে যাইতে ৬/৭ মিনিটের বেশি লাগেনা... বাবুল মামা আমার ব্যাগ কাধে নিয়ে ইস্কুলে দিয়ে আসলেন

সকাল ৮.০০ - ক্লাসে ঢুকে নির্ধারিত বেঞ্ছে বসলাম ... ক্লাস টিচার আসার সাথে সাথে সবাই একসাথে দাঁড়িয়ে বললাম, "গুড মর্নিং ম্যাডাম!"

সকাল ৯.০০ - ইস্কুলে আবার ক্যাপ নিয়ে গেসিলাম... ক্লাসের ফাকে ফাকে হানিকে লুক দিচ্ছিলাম আর চোখাচোখি হইলে দুইজনেরই মুচকি হাসি

টিফিন ব্রেক - টিফিনটা কাউকে বিলি করে দিয়ে মাঠে গিয়ে চোর পুলিশ খেলা শুরু করলাম... আমিই বার বার পুলিশ আর হানি হইল চোর, এই অবস্থা দেখে মিষ্টি আমাকে কড়া লুক দিল... যাই হোক!

পিছনের বেঞ্চে বসে কলম ফাইট খেলা হচ্ছিল... কিভাবে জানি ম্যাডাম টের পেয়ে গেসে... এরপর একটা মেয়েকে দিয়ে পুরা বারান্দা কান ধ…

Backbiting and Slandering

Just a little information about slandering and backbiting from the perspective of Islam:

Definition of slandering and backbiting according to Hadith:

Abu Hurayrah (radyAllaahu ‘anhu) narrated that Prophet Mohammad (sallAllaahu ‘alayhi wa sallam) said:
"Do you know what backbiting is?” They said, “Allah and His Messenger know best.” He then said, “It is to say something about your brother that he would dislike.” Someone asked him, “But what if what I say is true?” The Messenger of Allah said, “If what you say about him is true, you are backbiting him, but if it is not true then you have slandered him."
Islam strictly forbids slandering and backbiting:

From Quran:
"O you who believe! Avoid much [negative] assumptions, indeed, some assumptions are sin. And do not spy or backbite each other" [49:12] "Woe to every slanderer and backbiter." [Surah Al-Humazah: 1] 
From Hadith:

Hudaifah (radyAllaahu ‘anhu) reported that the Prophet (sallAllaahu ‘alayhi wa sallam) …

Stairway to life

You are expressive. You cry. You cry it out. You talk. People listen. You talk it out. You study while you study. You really play while you play. You don't understand life that much.

You start getting to know the world. You get a taste of reality. You don't cry anymore. You feel. You don't tell anyone. You hide it. You engrave it. There's a smile on your face. You cannot cry. You lie to yourself.

You know life. You know the world around me. You start to find those feelings you engraved. You cannot find them. You cry. But you cannot cry it out. You want to talk but there's no one to listen to. But you live. You live until your body allows you to.

Don't try to understand life too much. Just live.


There are two kinds of window… One lets you see the world with your own eyes, another shows you what others can see….

Our Journey

We start our journey from the same place… But we end up being so much different… We don’t even notice how fast time goes by…. By the time we realize the temporariness of life, it’s too late to make a clear vision out of blurry memory…

নতুন প্রজন্মের ভাষাসৈনিক!

১৯৫২ এর ২১ শে ফেব্রুয়ারী এই বাংলার সালাম, বরকতের মত অনেক যুবক প্রাণ দিয়েছিল মাতৃভাষার জন্য... নিজের মায়ের ভাষার অধিকার প্রতিষ্ঠার জন্য... ভাষার জন্য এমন ত্যাগের নজির পৃথিবীর ইতিহাসে আর একটিও নেই... আর তাই আমাদের ভাষা আন্দোলনের এই দিনটি পেয়েছে আন্তর্জাতিক মাতৃভাষা দিবসের স্বীকৃতি...
প্রতিবছর আমরা এই ভাষা সৈনিকদের গভীর শ্রদ্ধা ভরে স্মরণ করি... শহীদ মিনারে ভোরের আগেই মানুষের ঢল নামে তাদের প্রতি শ্রদ্ধা প্রদর্শনের জন্য... আজন্ম বাঙ্গালী তাদের সম্মান করবে এই বাংলার শ্রেষ্ঠ সন্তান হিসেবে... আর সমগ্র বিশ্ব এই সম্মান প্রদর্শনের সাথে একাত্মতা প্রকাশ করে যাবে...
ভাবছিলাম, সালাম বরকতরা তো অনেক দিয়েছে... আমরা কি করেছি? আমি হয়তো কিছুই করিনি... তবে এই প্রজন্মের কেও যে কিছু করেনি তা হয়তো ভুল... সালাম বরকতের রক্ত আমাদের দেহে এখনো প্রবাহমান... এখনো আমাদের মাঝে এমন কিছু মানুষ আছে যারা প্রতিনিয়ত লড়াই করে যাচ্ছে বাংলা ভাষার জন্য... এরাই বাংলাকে পৌঁছে দিচ্ছে সারা বিশ্বের কাছে... আমি তাদেরও সালাম জানাই... তারা হলেন আমাদের নতুন প্রজন্মের ভাষা সৈনিক...!
বাংলা ভাষায় যারা দিনরাত্রি ব্লগ লিখে যাচ্ছেন…

টং দোকান (Tong Dokan)

Since I moved here in Canada, I have been missing so many things... My family, my friends, that easy life where my parents used to take care of everything, those endless hangouts and so many other things... I even miss those things which I used to hate back in my country... like load shedding, traffic jams and so on... But I am not gonna write about these things... Today I will babble a bit about 'Tong Dokan'. I know those who don't know Bengali, don't have any idea what I am talking about... But don't worry... I will write a whole post about it now.. I am gonna tell about how this is related to my life, how this is related to every person in Bangladesh..

A busy highway. There is a lot of noise. Loud horns from different type of vehicles. Apart from cars and buses, a lot of Rickshaws are moving slowly in the road. Some passers-by are anxiously looking left and right to cross the road. There are some banks and departmental stores beside the highway. A lot of …

Heroin: The Deadly Addiction

“People believe that heroin is super, but you lose everything: job, parents, friends, confidence, your home. Lying and stealing become a habit. You no longer respect anyone or anything.”- Pete

"Heroin", one of the deadliest drugs of this world. According to BBC, there are 50 million regular users of heroin, cocaine and synthetic drugs worldwide. In most cases, these 50 million users didn't even realize when they became addicted. They started taking it as fun, as experiment, as accompanying someone who was already addicted.
Let's hear it from the voice of some people who eventually got addicted to heroin. For privacy issue, names or any kind of IDs of those people are not disclosed here.
Story 1:
"Was already mentally addicted to oxy, with the beginning point of some mild physical addiction symptoms. Oxy was expensive though, and my tolerance was going up. One day I was with my friend (who has become the biggest heroin user I know fwiw) and we were getting some …