An incident near the end of the liberation war agitates me even today, it paralyses me. I do not recall the date clearly but it was around the third week of November, 1971. I used to live in the first house on Road. 32, Dhanmondi, Dhaka. It was near 4 or 4:30 in the afternoon. I had gone to Azimpur Colony with my own plans. Two of my friends used to live there, Naser Chowdhury, who was a student of the Engineering University back then and a famous goalkeeper in those days; and Santu from the Mohammedan Football Club. We were talking about a lot of things for quite some time - the ongoing liberation war, the freedom of our country, the activities of the freedom fighters, the atrocities of the Pak army and their Bengali collaborators- the Razakars, etc.

The day is getting close to the end…the sunlight is disappearing…

There is a woman running on the beach. She makes marks on the damp sand. How far does she want to go?

On June 24, 2013, Bdnews24.com ran a news about the visit of one of the investigators of the International Crimes Tribunal, Bangladesh. He was investigating the involvement of Ashrafuzzaman Khan in war crime during the 1971 liberation war which gave birth to Bangladesh. Here is an excerpt from the news about his crime:

"What's your aim in life?"
The boy looks at his mother. She answers, "My soon will be a great engineer."
My teachers used to insist me to pursue engineering as I was good in maths. Not pure mathematics! My mother did say the same thing. And I did not try to make them understand what I really want. Did you try? Will that boy try?

Smart phone and internet.
A new issues in parenting. In a country where most don't know the proper use of things, it's should not stun many.

How to deal with tech issues related to kids-is a major headache for parents.

They can not help but to provide a cell phone considering the safety. But in most cases-the phone is misused.

Free and fierce as a nomad on the Sahara. Careless like a yogi who has chosen exile in the Himalayas. Like a banned bandit wondering in the Andes. Vigorous as the swirling sun in a Van Gogh painting. – That’s how I feel when I cross the line and enter the sanctuary where the universe is regained and aligned, free from frail & feeble beings, where every particle preaches LOVE.

It was a front page news, news that we all now talk about.

The news: Parents killed, accused Daughter.

It became viral. the News, the gossip, the shock, the blame game: Society vs parenting vs liberty, English medium vs Bengali, friends vs parents, love vs blindness.

Bangladesh has a rich diverse culture. Most of its people have their own culture and different life style. Its deeply rooted heritage is thoroughly reflected in its architecture, literature, music, painting, festival and clothing. The two prime religions of Bangladesh are Islam and Hinduism which have had a great influence on its culture.

Anyone who has any idea about the civil service of Bangladesh or any concern about the efficiency and effectiveness of the bureaucratic organ cannot really support the existing quota system.

I don’t believe in writer’s block. I don’t know what that is. There are just certain little areas that I know I’m going to get through. It’s just a matter of finding a way.

How to find a way?
Answer- No certain mind map.

Stories are the creative conversion of life itself into a more powerful, clearer, more meaningful experience. They are the currency of human contact.