Living In Nightmares Everyday


I am just in the office. This is not a high time to write a blog. But I am so deeply disturbed, pained and just mad for my life in a city that I am bound to sit down to pen few words; taking few times from my boss to cool me down. I am so immensely disgraced by my city life in Dhaka. I can’t believe we are still living on this city which is hectic and pathetic too!

Dhaka, is our city, the capital city of Bangladesh. More than 20 Million people live in this area of 360 square kilometers. Officially [according to Bangladesh Bureau of Statistics report] it is said that 7 Million people are living in this city, But I am sure, it is never less than 20 Million. Everyday the number is increasing. Dhaka is the example of the mono-centric urbanization (dunno whether this term really exist, I’m writing as I feel). Everything has been set up in this city. Loads of population, no planning, no initiative. This cannot work. This simply can’t go on this way!

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When The Going Gets Tough


I was searching for some words to fix the title at first. The reason behind is, I have already fixed up few random things to write. I wondered today that it has been almost two months since I posted my last post. And if I don’t write another post within tomorrow, for the first time in last two years there will be a month without an entry in my blog ! I don’t want to let it happen.. LOL

The simplest thing clearly depicts what life I am living. Living in the capital city of Bangladesh, the Dhaka is never less than fighting in a field of war. Weirdly said right? Yeah, I told it as I do feel. What do you feel if you start from your home 1.5 hours before your office time at 8 am in the morning, and you can’t reach in time rather being late half an hour. And more importantly, during holidays you can never make this time more than half an hour anyway to cross the length! And during office days, I stand there on the bus stand for and hour and can’t manage a public transport to board on. The sun is up there, you are moving for each buses coming on the ways closing doors or some are filled up even not sparing an inches on the doors! This is the city life in here! Continue reading

Why Do We Quit?

I am somehow compelled to put my fingers on the keyboard. The reason behind is a shocking one– the news of a suicide. Very recently, I am continuously hearing the news of suicides of ‘young boys and girls’ around us. To some extent, the news is really hard to forget. Rather, it hurts deep inside the heart…

I heard 4 suicide news for last few days. All of them are between 15 to 25 years of age. See! normally we consider this age as the sweetest time of anybody’s life. But what TOO HARD causes made their lives UNBEARABLE? This is really a tough thing to find out. Let me discuss about few case studies. I won’t state the real names. I will tell few incidents that I heard in my real life and from newspapers.

Case 1:
Two of the deaths were most probably for failing in the love affairs. Arefin had a relation with Sofia, but lately Sofia refuses to continue it due to some ’causes’. Arefin found him Cheated and his life became ‘meaningless’, therefore committed suicide.

Case 2:
Rafi and Lisa had relations of several years. But the guardians of Lisa decided to marry her with Arif who is a little more established in the society. In such a condition, the girl Lisa found her life ‘worst’ because she thought she lost everything in her life. She gave everything to Rafi. As she couldn’t live with Rafi rest of her life, she committed suicide.
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The Heck of Load-shedding


With my growing up, I came to realize, I live in a city of Crowd. I live in a world of human beings… Nobody who haven’t lived in Dhaka, can never think of life. As I got birth in such a ‘Developing country”, I had no contribution in it. All I get from my lifestyle in such a city, I consider them as gift.

The most interesting part of my urban life is, crowd everywhere. While in the morning I started 2 hours before my office time to cross only 5 kilometers, I found it was not enough!! I discovered hundreds of people are standing on the crossings of roads to board on to a transport but couldn’t manage!

Luckily, I found a bus to ‘hang’ inside after 50 minutes and reached office being scratched. It took 2 hours perfectly! Right now, its 2 hours over from my office time and I am still in office. This is for some other reason. I have wrapped up my works for the next two off days. I made myself calm and opened the editor of WP to write few words. I am taking this opportunity because I know writing a post from my home at night is simply impossible. I rarely have seen that I returned back my home at night and there is electricity on! I find it dark all around, few shops are generator-powered. I buy a candle from shops then use it in ”home-time”. The power will come back and I will take my dinner. And after that, I will manage times to surf internet. Right at that moment, the power will be cut!

a common scenario in the city of Dhaka

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The Warriors: Young Kids In Admission Exam

I think I should share an experience of my life. This might make you to feel something.

The other day, I was walking down the street near my home. Suddenly I heard a lady’s voice,
“I don’t know how would you manage your stupid child, but I am exhausted. She mistook ‘ three make sentences and meanings’ that I practiced her! I will make her straight with my sticks today…”.

I looked back and saw her… the lady was returning home with her husband and the child (called stupid by her mom) from a coaching center for the admission of class 1. :shock: The coaching center is near my home on that street. I was embarrassed with the words of ‘Mom’ to her child…

I was even more shocked while heard the Dad to say,
“Hmm… you are right. she is not concentrating in studies and her attention is more in playing. I will see her today…. Lets go first….”

I couldn’t believe my ears! Do the conversation is regarding a kid of 5 years!! :(
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