Conflict is quite natural in any kind of group. How one defines, identifies and handles the conflict determines the ability of the person's Leadership quality. It's important for the authoritative figure to orchestrate the conflict and to ensure constructive energy of the group is utilized and destructive potentials neutralized.

[justify]Politics is all about relation, communication and interpretation. Being a Leader, One must put the hat on in all times possible. Relationships play important part and working with those relations are more important. The chapter talks about 6 types of relations but it’s not an easy task to keep up all 6 roles. But that’s what Leadership really means, maintaining all ends.

After finishing this part of the book, the first thing that came up in my mind is-“staying alive is important.”

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I live in a Rotten City. Every Morning I wake up hoping that I am in different world.

Technology has not gone that far I guess.

I open up the tap only to find metal sound of me moving the head.

No water. How many days it has been?

January, February, March....actually lost track.

I find myself trying to hear life. No water, no life I guess.

In our part of the world, where chubby children are considered cute and healthy, parents often fret over the physical appearances of their children. There are parents who routinely feed their children burgers, fries, pizzas, pastries, etc. from the belief that these will make their children appear healthy.

The title carries the chapter’s intention. Intention to make us understand the forces or faces the dangers of being in front will hold. Most of the times when you are trying to do something good (in your own sense), the obstacle comes from some place we barely give a thought about.

I was reading a write-up by a friend on Falgun (the Bengali month that marks the beginning of spring in Bangladesh) where he compared the season and the festivity around it with Vincent van Gogh's "Wheatfield with Crows." A prolific writer, my friend's writing carried me back to the Falguni days I left behind in Dhaka.

That eighteen hour long journey chocked me like death! Billions of nightmarish thoughts have been creeping across my heart for the last eighteen hours! Pursuing higher education in an alien country where I have NOBODY was an ignorant, douche-like decision. (Didn’t listen to Mom as I was adult enough to make all the horrible decisions I want).

If you never heard of the Bangladesh Studies Network, this is a FaceBook group with their agenda illustrated in the following description.