Rang de Basanti

"I thought people die in two ways...either while screaming...or dying in silence...but I know of a third kind...who die smiling..."....
(if you want to improve things in your nation) "either tolerate things and shut up OR start taking responsibilities for change" (don't just nag and complain)....
"No nation is perfect...YOU have to make it perfect and work for it"....I am no movie buff and I don't memorise dialogues from movies....hindi or english...but these three lines from the movie were engrained in my brain after the 3 hour experience at the last show of 'Rang de Basanti' at Woodgreen cineplex. I know people say that after all its just a movie, don't take it seriously, people will forget about it after a while etc. etc.....but I disagree, I mean come on you have to be serious about atleast something worthwhile in life! If you keep on overlooking the compelling, subtle messages for change and improvement from day to day life, how else can you expect to prosper? Movies are meant for entertainment, but they are one of the greatest social tools for education, for learning, if after watching a movie like 'Rang de Basanti'...your thought processes are not transformed, if you remain the same person you were before you entered the theatre, then I am afraid I find no difference in living life like a tree...you have a life, you grow, you inhale and exhale, you bear fruits and flowers and spread smell and color...and you die....BUT...you do not think...its the air that moves you, its the sun that feeds you, its the soil that holds you...and you...just live and live and die one day...similarly if we keep on waiting for things to happen in our lives... wait for external forces....and do not think and act...but merely nag and complain...we are no better than a tree. I do not want to spoil your experience by narrating what happened in the movie, all I want to say is that the greatest revolutions take place in the human mind first...then they are articulated, planned and executed in battle fields, streets, board rooms or wherever...but the locus of revolution remains the mind...hitting the nails in the coffins of corruption..which is eating countries like ours, 'Rang de Basanti' is not only about India and its aspirations, its youth and its potentials... my hats are off any ways and always for them who have so successfully given 'patriotism' a new dimension--the Indians, inspite of having so many differences in languages, religions, cultures and opinions of a billion people, when required--they have been able to unite all under the tri-color...and look how far they have come and you won't be able to see how far they will have gone 10 years from now, so rapid is their economic and social growth...but the gist of the movie could be applied to any context where the problems are similar....and the most corrupt country in the world is the finest ground to implement the inspirations derived from that movie...that is what I believe...combine 'lagaan', 'dil chahta hein', 'shaheed bhagat singh', 'swades' and 'yuva'...what you have in 'rang de basanti' is equal to that...watch the movie...and wake up....if you don't....if you can't....then keep on sleeping...you are not worth it any ways....eat,shit and die...as a bosom friend of mine used to quote.

What a waste of energy

Leader whose life spanned the Gulf state's growth from backwater to global player, By Robin Allen Published: January 16 2006, Financial Times

Kuwait's Sheikh Jaber al-Ahmed al-Sabah, ruler since 1977 of the oil-rich state, died over the weekend aged 79, paving the way for a long-awaited succession by his ailing distant cousin, Sheikh Saad al-Abdullah al-Salem al-Sabah......Sheikh Jaber never lost the trappings of a traditional autocrat. On one occasion in 1979, when Britain's Queen Elizabeth attended a race meeting, she congratulated Sheikh Jaber on his horse coming home first of the nine runners. The ruler replied casually, "They're all my horses.".....Sheikh Jaber was married as many as 30 times. He leaves 23 sons and at least 15 daughters.

Dubai in mourning after emir, 62, dies in Australian hotel
Brian Whitaker, Thursday January 5, 2006, The Guardian

Sheikh Maktoum bin Rashid al-Maktoum, the ruler of Dubai and a world-renowned owner and breeder of racehorses, died suddenly in Australia yesterday, aged 62. ...The emir, who had been staying at the Palazzo Versace luxury hotel on the Gold Coast in Queensland, had arrived on December 28 in his personal Boeing 747-400, apparently to attend the Magic Millions yearling sale, which starts next week.....At home, he generally maintained a low profile, preferring to allow his younger brothers to run the day-to-day affairs of Dubai, one of seven wealthy mini-states that make up the United Arab Emirates.

Saudi Arabia is the largest oil exporting nation of the world, Kuwait and UAE also contribute to a great amount in the world oil exports.....the geographic and political importance of Middle East is very important...better understood by the West than the Arabs themselves.... its also the holiest place for devout Muslims....yet the increase in scale of global Islamic terrorism makes me wonder what the rulers of those countries have been doing all along....doing something for their region, for humanity, for Muslims, for Islam....doing something like not only building shining expensive mosques and madrasas in remote corners of impoverished countries like Bangladesh...not only building expensive hotels in sea shores of Dubai...not only keeping large stables and expensive horses managed by white jockeys in England....but effectively establishing a just democratic society by spreading scientific education, infrastucture development, economic freedom...for themselves and for the poorer Islamic nations around Middle East...but what a pity....they are still harboring monarchies.....and are the best allies of the 'democracy champion' of the world--The United States....they even don't know how many times they marry in one life time and how many children they have produced....expensive harems, private jets, family run state, lavish lifestyle and oil....all in the banner of the 'vanguard of Islam'....what a shame...how well they could have capitalised their comparative advantages in terms of natural and financial resources...just see what they are doing....and interestingly enough...world press gives coverage either to the terrorists with Islamic names....holding AK-47s and the Quran with hostages etc....or to 'blessed Muslim souls' like Jaber al-Sabah and Maktoum....who died still oiling the West's industrial wheels and machines....moderate Muslims usually don't make space in international press...as they are still confused.....and haven't done anything 'significant enough' to deserve a space there....note that 'significant' does not mean blowing up a bomb and killing 'infidels'....or spreading the seed around and contributing greatly to the world's population...or flying in private jets where fellow citizens are illiterate, poor and camel-riding nomads. Sad...very sad.

Culture Shock : Part trois : Colors of life

X is committed to developing its policies to promote equal opportunities in employment. All applications will be treated on their merits, regardless of sex, age, marital status, disabilities, sexuality, race, colour, religion, ethnic or national origin. To monitor the effectiveness of our equal opportunities policy, we would be grateful if you would provide the information requested below. The information requested will be detached by us upon receipt of your application and will not be used during the selection process.

White-British

White-Irish

Any other white background

Mixed- white and black Caribbean

Mixed- white and black African

Mixed- white and Asian

Any other mixed background

Asian or Asian British-Indian

Asian or Asian British-Bangladeshi

Asian or Asian British-Pakistani

Any other Asian background

Black or Black British-Caribbean

Black or Black British-African

Any other black background

Chinese

Other

Now this is what they say when they take applications from job-seekers, all the ethnicity monitoring and stuff. But what makes me wonder is their classification criteria for this. I mean you can categorise people in terms of country i.e. Bangladeshi, Indian, British etc. ...or you can categorise in terms of religion i.e. Christian, Muslim, Jew, Hindu etc. or you can categorise in terms of continents i.e. Asians, American, European, African etc. or ofcourse you can categorise in terms of color....if that makes any difference to you...like Black, White, Brown, Yellow etc.....but how on earth and why on earth would you combine color and country/continent in the same list to classify people?...I mean look at the list above..it takes for granted that if someone is White its most expected that he/she would be British or Irish or from any other 'white' country...and the rest...I don't care...as long as they are non-white. A British friend of mine asked me where he would put himself in that list, as he is neither from the Caribbeans nor from Africa but born and brought up by British parents who just happen to have colored skins...as if being 'purely' British and black are mutually exclusive! It also makes us..the Desi people wonder why the most 'fairest' pupils are known by their names by those who care....and the rest are like 'miscellaneous' ....and why 'some' names are 'impossible' to pronounce....whereas we call even 'Schwarzenegger' with much ease.

So the troisième culture shock comes in colorful ways around you...rules of fair play and ethnicity monitoring etc. are however written in papers only....in black and white....probably to distinguish between black and white....I admit that fingers of the hand are not of the same size...but the issue remains one of the major underlying causes of division among people here.

Culture Shock : Part deux : W.C.

Never would you miss so much the 'gono shouchagar's back in Dhaka or the 'sulabh souchalay's back in Delhi...unless you are in London. As there are no free lunches..and free waters...(ref. culture shock part un)...there are no free...lol..toilets too...yes..in the financial capital of Europe..its all about money honey...so if you need to say hi to nature, you better not water any roadside trees, or put grafitis on walls..as you might get yourself arrested...so what you have to do is to pay 20p and relieve yourself of urgencies. But hang on....where is the public toilet in the first place? Bars and pubs and kebab shops and supermalls and cinema halls and cars and people...almost everywhere you see...but no W.C. I just listened to radio this afternoon that London is planning to get some more W.C.s so that its residents can 'release in ease'...haha...so make sure you know where the nearest W.C. is before you know where oxford street is..as the maps might show you where that is ..but they don't show you where W.C. is.

Culture Shock : Part un : Water

Although its nearly a year late to write about culture shocks, still better late than never. Coming straight to the point, we have to buy water from our university cafes, I have come to know from culture-shocked 'mates' from other universities as well that they don't have water-reservoir or something like that from where you could fill up your bottle, or tactically use your hand to drink some much needed water, when you are tired, thirsty or right after a meal. A small bottle costs 60-80 pence and it takes around 3 seconds to finish it in one go. Whenver I am bound to 'buy' water, I think of my school days in an impoverished, over-populated, hot and humid country and my university days in a less impoverished, populated, hot and humid country, and wonder how the laws of supply and demand fail to make any sense here. When there is more demand for water say like in hot and humid and polluted countries, its supposed to be expensive, a candidate to be sold in bottles...but where the demand is less... like in cold, developed, cleaner countries where people don't get thirsty often any ways (or live on alcohol)...water could be made easily available and ofcourse free....but NO...shock shock !! There are no free lunches...or free water...take it or leave it.

Where the power lies and lied and still lying

This is how the ranking of the countries look like in terms of population, I was amazed to learn that 3 South Asian nations appear in the top 10 and also the combined population of these countries (India, Bangladesh, Pakistan) are one-third of the total world population (6 billion).

1.China (1,298,847,624) 2. India(1,065,070,607) 3. UnitedStates (293,027,571) 4.Indonesia (238,452,952) 5.Brazil (184,101,109) 6.Pakistan (159,196,336) 7.Russia (143,974,059) 8.Bangladesh(141,340,476) 9.Japan (127,333,002) 10.Nigeria(125,750,356)

After all its human beings who have created modern economies, better lifestyles, scientific innovations and prosperous societies. It was the brain and brawn power of the homo-sapiens, not any extra-terrestrial assistance that brought us to where we are now. So people are the greatest of all resources and guess where in the whole world they are most available? Its a pity how those who hold the most potential are wasting time fighting over issues such as petty politics and ofcourse religion. India has however gone far ahead in contributing something worthwhile to itself and to the world....in the true sense...but alas..Pakistan and Bangladesh are yet to free themselves from the shackles of militant factories and wholesale corruption respectively. The true power lies in our part of the world and those who are in power...the politician species...have been lying all along just to cover their vested interests. Time to wake up, realise where the true power lies and use it.

Commoditised Christmas

Christmas is in the air in London...when the sun sets at around 3 in the afternoon...the streets and homes light up with brightly decorated christmas trees and blinking stars...hanging santa claus from the windows, crowded last moment shoppers in virtually every high street shops...and the chilly subzero winter...all this seems so wonderfully set for the biggest festive season of the year...chirstmas..followed shortly by new year. I am really a part of all this merry making and am deriving pleasure from the 'happiness particles' flying in the air. I don't envy the wide-spread universality of x-mas..which is meant to be a christian festival....thanks to media, thanks to stronger money and military...and most importantly...thanks to education...those who celebrate x-mas have transformed 'their' festival to 'everyones' festival...my hats off to them. So successful they have been that countries like even India..with its majority Hindu population...dress up in red and white..to be a part of this bandwagon....hindi movie heros and heroines don't elope and get married in temples any more...in front of the holy idol..rather they do that in churches...in front of the holy son....they don't also say 'hey bhagwaan' when they are shocked or astonished...they say 'jesus!!!'...again I restate that I am not envious of what somebody else is doing.....as I believe in 'constructive competition'...so that we end in a positive-sum game......I was just wondering that a festival like Eid...is celebrated in such a sombre low profile mood....nobody even knows or cares or notices what that is...and who are celebrating it.....I know why this is so...will talk about it some time later...but for the time being..it goes without saying that christmas has truly become the global festival...for practising Christians...for families..for businessmen...for shoppers...for free-lance fun-seekers like me...and I think its all right to say that it has been commoditised to some extent...which is good for those who care.

Father of the 34 years old

What do we call someone who is not sure about his/her father's identity? What would we call a nation which is still disputing about the issue of its father of the nation?I am not an activist of the ruling BNP government nor do I have much sympathy for Awami League, the former might be the worst, the latter is perhaps less worse..but they are still in the same boat...one has hijacked us by the love of her husband...one by the love of her father...enough is enough...as far as the 9 painful and uncertain months of liberation are concerned..there is no doubt in the mind of those who know and think....that it was only 'BangaBandhu' Sheikh Mujibur Rahman who was the sole father figure to lead the country to freedom from the tyranny of the Pakistani rulers....the contribution of Ziaur Rahman is clear...he fought like a hero..like other sector commanders ...and he declared the freedom of Bangladesh on the radio..on behalf of the 'father of the nation...sheikh mujibur rahman'.. Bangladesh is a 34 year old grown up man tomorrow...16th December...and you people are still debating over who his father was?We only follow the Bollywood masala mix from India and the cricket matches of Pakistan ...but we don't follow their important things...India might be divided politically with so many political parties like BJP, Congress, Janata Dal etc....and Pakistan has got PPP, Jamat-e-Islami, Muslim League or even an army general at the helm...nevertheless...when it comes to showing respect to the founder of their nations...when it comes to stand on a common platform...they get hands in hands to remember Mahatma Gandhi...and Qaid-e-Azam Jinnah....and we?...still fighting over the basics..and confused about past...what can the youngblood expect from this?

Halal Food

London has many halal shops here and there, serving non-vegetarian food according to the Islamic specifications. When we go to eat somewhere, we trust those who cook, we kind of engage in a psychological contract with them believing that they have cooked the apparently great looking food (just served fresh on the table) with utmost cleanliness and maintaining hygiene etc. We actually never bother to throw a glance in their kitchen to see how clean the utensils are, how clean the nails of the cook are and especially, when we eat in a halal shop, we really don't bother to check if the butcher has slaughtered the chicken or the cow or the lamb by saying 'Allahu Akbar' and facing its face towards Mecca, we simply trust that YES, the rules have been followed. However, I wonder if there is any justification of trusting the 'halal' businessmen just because they put up in Arabic in front of their shops that they serve 'halal' food and so I, as a Muslim, should eat there and not anywhere else where the animal is slaughtered by sinful, misguided Christians, or Hindus, or Jews or Buddhists! I do not eat pork, more because its not largely available or popular in a country where I was brought up in, its not because of any religious compulsion. In the same view, I also do not eat camel, deer, birds (except chicken) etc. which are perfectly acceptable food in the eyes of Islam. In the same tune, I would prefer not to eat dogs, cats, snakes, monkey brains, octopus soup etc. just because I don't feel like eating them, not because Islam prohibits them as 'haraam'. I went to one Turkish shop that day to get some burger, the semi-drunk 'Turkish Muslim Brother' asked me my origin. Finding out that I am also a Muslim, the man, under the influence of alcohol..which is 'haraam' in Islam, told me with pride that he would serve me 'halal' food, as sometimes he deliberately disguises pork meat as beef and vice versa, when there is shortage of a particular type of meat. I found it so hypocritical...which made me write this blog today...it also made me think about the integration issue of Muslims here...will write about it some time later.

Is this the Bangladesh we fought for?

Reading the online version of the Bangla newspaper Prothom Alo still continues, to know about the latest from home...the nature of the news read over the last 5-7 years is still the same...and getting from bad to worse....no news of development, no unity, no achievements, no advancements...the latest blow to the already bleeding wound was the uncovered network of the Islamic fundamentalists....thanks to the mindless mud-throwing of the two women who have hijacked the 140 million people, these religious fanatics have spread their networks and are capable to wreak havoc in the pursuit to achieve martyrdom...my foot!Good news is that the police and the special forces are arresting those insects...but I would suggest that mere arresting them and putting them behind bars in a country where the power of law is still a mirage...better simply execute them...majority of the country are illiterate.....they don't know and they don't care if the Bangla term for 'democracy' ..which is 'gonotontro'....is spelt with which 'N' letter of the Bangla alphabet...so be it....rather than taking up the space in the already crammed prisons of Bangladesh....just arrest them...and make their way to being 'shaheed' a bit sooner...and let us live in peace...and follow our religion...

Christmas Bash at Tottenham Hale

After the traumatising experience of being robbed by the 'knight in shining shotgun' last Saturday, I headed straight to Tottanham Hale, where I was supposed to show up much earlier for the MBA class Christmas Party. I wanted to party any way but after what happened to me that day earlier, I had all the more reasons to go on a high and just chill. The ambience was just right at the residence of Vinoo, Lars & Hardik, upon entering... the abundance of bottles of wines, juices, whiskeys and vodkas just hinted me what was about to follow. I had to narrate to every one again and again what happened to me just a few hours back. Nearly everyone was there at the party, it was really good to see Manori who gave me a clear idea that evening how the nightlife in Sri Lanka might be and I am looking forward to going there. Then there was Olu, 'The Dirty Dancer' from Nigeria with all his naughty dance moves with the fairer sex. I didn't bother to wait longer, so after some casual conversations I straight did what I had to do and I was on cloud nine shortly, thanks to some amazing collections of songs downloaded the previous night by Vinoo, comprising of Pink Floyd, Cold Play and many more...but the center of attraction at the party was none other than Tanwir, the sweet-faced monster from Pune, India..who was spiked by Hardik and thus came out wearing his true face....it was a thing to see....he was dancing like crazy..as if he has never danced in his life and never will...Rhoda (from The Phillippines) was the unfortunate partner with whom Tanwir excelled at flaunting his charming dancing skills....lol....photographs were being taken left and right and drinks were free flowing....dancing and music was constant and we realised from time to time that our MBA days are coming to an end....memories are all that we can take away....so have more fun.....

A knight in shining shotgun, not a long time ago

When it rains, it does not usually pour, it f*****g breaks loose. I always used to hate working at the Caledonian Ladbrokes shop, I don't know why, but yesterday was already a busy Saturday with me starving till 4 in the evening. I was walking up and down at our tills in anticipation of leaving early, as I was supposed to go to Christmas Party at Tottenham Hale. From nowhere appeared the knight with the shining shotgun, wearing all black, black ski head-gear, only revealing his nervous yet aggressive eyes, throwing abuse at me and my manager who was in his seat, he locked the shotgun, 'click', and put it through the counter pointing towards the stunned pair, me and my manager...I initially thought it was a joke, and was contemplating at the shiny black nozzle of the 2-feet gun with utter amusement until I realised that it was pointing at me and this was no movie....our shop was robbed !! 20 seconds at the most...and I have no idea where he went with mere 250£ handed over to him by the manager....wow...welcome to London...welcome to life.......nearly lost my life......then came the metropolitan police and CID....taking my statements and description of the crime event....I am one of the witnesses...and victims too....good to be able to write this blog today...alive...

Thin line between love & lust...or no line at all?

One of my old, much thought-over, favorite paradoxes...thin line between love or lust...or no line at all? Frankly speaking there was a time...when I believed less in love and was driven by lust....be it due to age, be it due to experience, it was like this....but over time....over newer experiences....we mature...we learn...we learn to learn....and we learn to love...and we love....and be loved....and I think now that there IS a line between love and lust....however....love followed by lust could make the experience very precious, worth-while, but the opposite is possible but not worth it. I mean I believe from my layman's knowledge and observation of animal kingdom and biology that...its possible for a man to draw a line between love and lust...they can fall in love with one woman and sleep around with other women...without loving them ofcourse....they need a PLACE to have sex....the question is whether a man should do that or not? especially when love is already in place with a special woman, and there are issues of ethics and morality...after all...we are humans...so my answer is NO. On the other hand, I think women don't usually separate love and lust, in their eyes, its more interwined..so they need a REASON...to have sex......so my question is...is it wrong to admit that you..as a male.. would be attracted to opposite sex at the first instance, there is nothing wrong in that...only if you know where to draw 'the line'? or should a man alltogether lie and deny this?

20 random things : answers to tagging

1. Its very funny and childish, but time and again, I admit that I really love to eat...lol...different food...at different locations....I don't know why, but I think its great..I mean food...haha...

2. A corollary is that I don't know how to cook, which I believe is a major weakness of mine, but I know that if I want, I could be an excellent cook, I just need to memorise the steps and cook one item a couple of times, so that I don't forget...and stop putting every spice in every dish.

3. I am very fond of travelling, as I believe its much better to ponder at new people, new location, new scenery than reading books, half an hour spent in a new place is worth reading 10 books for 20 days.

4. I really like the diversity in people, color, languages, shapes and sizes, I really used to get bored back in Bangladesh having seen the same faces, same problems, same reactions again and again, living in India first and now in the best melting pot of the world, London, has quenched my thirst for diversity to a great extent.

5. I like to learn and speak foreign languages, it kind of opens a new world all together.
6. I don't find it interesting anymore to read fictions, novels or any reading material that is just for fun and leisure.
7. I love making friends and keeping in touch them and remembering them atleast on their birthdays...I also expect the same from them, I believe its the small things in friendship that are so great in value.
8. I enjoy good sense of humour, witty conversations.
9. I get very bored and impatient with people who think slow and act even slower.
10. I don't understand arts, paints and poems, its not that I am not romantic or something...but I dont understand those media of expressing romance.
11. Afer buying my first computer in 1997, I realised after a year that I was simulating it...haha..but it was good...it helps.
12. I think my being fleet-footed leads me in incompletion of projects, plans and aspirations...causes trouble sometimes in relations too...I would rather calm down at times.
13. I believe I am a Bangladeshi Bengali Muslim...in that order...and am proud of each of the elements.
14. I honestly want to do something for the country where I belong, I believe its people are the main source of its competitive advantage, they are made happy with very little, only I wish we had a great leader...giving us some relief from the dirty, sick, continuous, insane, disgusting, mindless, directionless, useless, time-wasting politics of the two women....and their cronies...
15. I believe the Bangladesh cricket team personifies the nation as a whole...they are samples from the big population....middle-heighted, soft-faced, smiling for nothing, lacking killer instincts...(any instincts sometimes...), lacking drive to achieve, lacking self-belief, suffering from identity crisis....but holding immense, unexplored, untasted potential to be atleast better if not the best...by all means.
16. I do not like little boys, they are trouble makers...but I really would like to have a little daughter....they are much better...and love can be renewed to another woman in life...without the sexual element in it and ofcourse unconditional....
17. I am not greedy..but I want to earn so much so that my justified dreams are achieved, earn and save that much so that I can facilitate the lives of those for whom I care, and rescue them from going through the same emotional turbulences that I have experienced, only because of that.
18. I really miss a proper desi head massage these days.
19. I feel very obliged, embarassed and ofcourse happy when somebody gifts me something, I feel overwhelmed.
20. I live in tomorrow, present doesn't exist for me and past is always an asset.

20 useless things about me and Siddharth

Well now that Sid baby has provided a framework to analyse oneself, I would use it as a model to look for matches and mismatches. Also Sid please let me know what 'tagging' is....I am familiar with near alikes i.e. lagging, nagging, dragging, sha***g..anyways...but as I am new in the blogsphere, please enlighten me about this 'tag' thingie.

Anyways..so here we are...

1.Talking/writing about myself is most difficult.
--I agree with Sid, as everyday seems a new 'me'

2.Though change is the only constant, I wish somethings wouldn't change!
--I think so too, especially those memories with friends, when we were in school, no responsibilities, no tension, no expectations...only full time fun and part time studies!

3.It generally takes me time to open up to people and this period is getting longer and longer I think.
--I can get along pretty well....pretty fast....only if I want to.

4.Sometimes though things click instantly...these people then hold a special place...and the person who tagged me is a prime example of it.
--What is 'tagging'?

5.I like being around my friends, though I don't mind my own company either.
--Me too, there should be a room left in every relationship, so that everybody can breathe, not through other's throat, and there is a difference between being alone and being lonely.

6.I don't like it when people make a mountain of a mole...
--Neither do I, I like to see logic and sequence in everything, which is not always possible I admit.

7.I like people with creative zeal...probably to make up for my own lack of it...
--Me too, I also like people with sense of humour and who can do witty conversations.

8.I seek answers to my questions in songs, books and the things around me.
--Me too...

9.I want to have a huge study, where I ll have thousands of books,cds/dvds/blu-rays (whatever) for me to dive into whenever I want to.
--What does Sid mean by 'blu-rays'? Is it some sort of blue ray coming out of one his huge collection of blue films or what? Anyways......but I am not into collecting things much, I don't collect anything...other than memories...as I believe the more tangible things I collect, the questions come to preserve it, to maintain it, to protect it, but there won't be any time to relish it later....life is too short.

10.I like gadgets...and have been eyeing the Nokia N91 mobile for a long time...not scheduled to come till Q1-06 :(
--Not a great fan of gadgets, I like to eat more...haha....and travelling....

11.I am not religious but I like to think that there exists a higher authority, even though that doesn't make sense...good for the conscience I guess :).
--I agree Sid...me religious neither.....but its worth attempting to think what's going on some where....

12.I am a "Centrist" with a social leaning...
--I think I am more of a 'reflectionist'....would love to hone my 'activist' skills.

13.At one time I wanted to take up politics...sometimes I still do...
--Me too...I dream of being the messenger of change and prosperity in the tiny, over-populated motherland of mine...I dream of that identity...which our fellow countrymen should be proud of...but after the heat subdues, I change my mind fearing to lose my life to a tiny piece of lead...or (on a popular terrorist demand)...splinters perhaps.

14.I like sports of all kind, except the "Golf" kind...lol...playing is different but I don't understand why people watch it...
--Me too....I like cricket, martial arts...and many other indoor, outdoor, closedoor games...haha....and i dont understand....and don't like to watch rugby, boxing, chess and golf.

15.If something catches my fancy...I just pursue it blindly, till I get a hang of it, but I have a short attention span...
--I don't pursue anything blindly in the fear of getting hurt in the process.... I have a short attention span too...

16.I procrastinate way too much....I wish I was more pro-active.
--I don't procrastinate things..I want to have everything and all the things...right now and right here !!!

17.I prefer nights over day. (now things are getting really random and useless..lol)
--I prefer days over nights....I only prefer to sleep at nights......I can't study at night, I don't want to involve in basic biological acts at night, I don't function at nights.....lets do it in sunshine babe! lol.

18.I want to play an instrument...
--I wonder what kind of instrument Sid Baby is inferring to...I think it must be musical....anyways...I also want to master atleast one instrument before I die...be it guitar or flute...so that I can pass my time in hell well..and keep the other inmates happy.

19.Time travel fascinates me.
--I live in future too...I see things.

20.I love watching the stars at night, I had a telescope once and I plan to buy one again!
--Are you sure Sid that you watched 'stars' at night with your telescope? or could it be the 'stars' in your neighbourhood? However, I think I love to watch people...in streets...in malls...etc.

Myths of Dogs & Delegation

The day started in a bad note I must say. Its not that I don't like pets but I really do not want to see a massive German Shepherd dog dozing in front of my kitchen first thing in the morning....its filthy, its dirty, and the worst...its dangerous too....as I have the previous experience to feel the canines of the same breed of animal on my right thigh. Its understood that the mercury has dropped nearly to 5 degrees and the dog can't stay outside, but its not supposed to sleep at my doorstep either, as I am paying f*****g 65 quids per week of my hard-earned money to stay in one of the most expensive cities on earth, the dog is staying for free and spreading germs too. The problem is the landlords don't stay on the same compound so they don't care that much but they will have to, and they will have to care from today itself.

Its only human perhaps that unless and until they are not in other's shoes, they don't realise how it feels. Same goes for delegation too, empowerment is a tricky job, especially when you know that people are naturally inclined to rely on the most active of all, and they chill out themselves, or do something they think to be of more importance to them. I just hate this shit, the richer gets richer, the poorer gets poorer and those who work hard are made to work harder and those who prefer to pretext their 'lack of talent' or time or whatever, they always tend to get away....either by luck (another evil) or by some sheer uncanny stupid miracle. Disgusting!

Holloway Road Prison

There are two prisons in the Holloway Road area, where I live in London, one for female culprits...and one for male criminals....actually this area was once patrolled and controlled by gangsters and druglords, they still have left behind some traces here and there. Although I am not an inmate in any of those prisons, but the whole area has become a big open prison for me, its like a wild life sanctuary...lol...where we can roam around within a diameter but never can go beyond it....its been ages that life has become so mechanic...waking up, getting ready, having breakfast, buying FT on way to either 3 days of class and/or rest 4 days at work, coming online in the evenings, checking emails, reading prothom-alo..the bangla newspaper.... doing assignments....checking bank balance..and fretting how quick the hard earned money is disappearing...., going home, cooking or studying, sometimes praying and going to sleep and continue the same the next day....well..its not that I am complaining or something like that....its just a particular dominant characteristic of life these days..that is it....

Soul searching through the other side

My stomach is a royal stomach, its very sensitive, very moody and its moods swing with seasons. So much I have gone through because of her royal highness in my 26 year old kingdom, starting from endoscopy through the mouth, flexible sigmeudoscopy and ending with colonoscopy today....endoscopy is through the mouth and colonoscopy is through...well...forget it...in any way its kind of a soul searching which I was watching in the TV while lying down in the testing theater...trying to search for my soul..my conscience..up my arse...haha......I wonder if its ended today or not....not to mention a long previous list of IBS, cramps, and various types of turbulences! I am sick and tired of this. One doc back home in Dhaka told me that when other people get angry, frustrated, disappointed, they break things, become irritated, become rude....and I.....I take a shit! Can you believe this? He says its all linked with my stomach.

Pray for the recovery and good health of her majesty please.

All in a day's work

I work as the IT Marketing Manager in an IT firm in Dhaka, Bangladesh. Though techies always wake up under a gloomy sun, that was one fine sunny morning when I was called upon by my CEO. Enjoying the nice freshness of the morning, I went to meet him. I could see through the glass of his room that he was staring blank towards the roof. I entered with a warm greeting in reply to which he stared at me with eyes of a dead fish. Then without uttering any word he very slowly lifted his hands with the middle fingers upwards. Shocked and bewildered by this not-so-good gesture, I was at my witÂ’s end. Puzzled, embarrassed and curious, I asked him what was wrong. He asked me if I could distinguish the difference. Even more confused, I was wondering what else his gesture could mean to his manager, the gesture holds equal meaning no matter which hand is used to express it. I slowly shook my head in negation. Very abruptly he unveiled the mystery that the middle finger of his right hand had inflated since the previous night and it had been causing him some pain. Upon realizing this, I expressed my sincere concern and asked about its latest condition. Deep down inside I worked real hard to hold myself back from bursting out laughing. What a start at work it was.

RAB and Bangladesh Cricket

Witnessing the never-ending onslaught of the least sense of respectibility by the Bangladeshi top order batsmen, I sincerely ponder over the possibility to introduce RAB in our cricketing lessons. The elite anti-crime force has already instilled fear in the minds of free-lance criminals and I am sure if they are requested to attend coaching sessions of the miserable Bangladesh cricket team the top order batsmen may show some iota of cricket common sense lest they fall victim to another 'crossfire' by the much appreciated RAB members. Irrespective of dedicated batting, fielding and bowling coaches, our cricketers lack attitude and personality. After all,cricket is more a mind game than a body game. The body language, the _expression of face shows hapless, submissive and confused nature. I believe before any cricket lessons, they need to be coached in lifestyle habits, in improving mental and psychological traits.