People’s Shahbag, not of Partisans

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Submitted by rataswaraniya [Guest] on Thu, 14/02/2013 - 2:38am
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An expatriate colleague was enthusiastically asking about Shahbag movement at the lunch table today in Kathmandu. Apparently, the rest folks at the table queued their curiosity about the happenings in Bangladesh. It was of extreme surprise to the Nepalese folks to learn about the Projonmo Chattar and its genesis. And it's yet hard to believe to many of them that this movement is people lead.


OUR TIME TO BE FREEDOM FIGHTERS

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Submitted by guest_writer on Tue, 12/02/2013 - 11:14pm
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This is our time to show that we fought for our country when she needed us.

I am a bit upset about the state of our fellow Bangladeshi’s patriotism following the event in Altab Ali Park in London to show support in favour or the trail of the war crime in Bangladesh. A very personal point of view.


Walking the Cancer Tunnel with a Beacon of Hope

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Submitted by guest_writer on Sun, 03/02/2013 - 5:22pm
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“We are wishful kites wandering the open skies
Eagerly anticipating our dreams to realize
We are a multitude of beacons clad as fireflies
Illuminating hope, yearning despairs demise…” by Sohel Ahmed


Whimsical Rains

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Submitted by Jajabor.Backpacker on Sat, 02/02/2013 - 4:37pm
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Another unique dream last night...
One every few months...
Woke me up so Early in the morning... and couldn't go back to sleep..
I shivered in the cold.. and closed my eyes trying to picture what it was all about ...

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Premonition

A city somewhere out of Asia...


The Story of a Victory Bell

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Submitted by Zohra Ferdousy on Sat, 12/01/2013 - 6:30pm
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“We are wishful kites wandering the open skies
Eagerly anticipating our dreams to realize
We are a multitude of beacons clad as fireflies
Illuminating hope, yearning despairs demise...” by Sohel Ahmed


Life after Cancer

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Submitted by guest_writer on Fri, 11/01/2013 - 4:30pm
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"We are wishful kites wandering the open skies
Eagerly anticipating our dreams to realize
We are a multitude of beacons clad as fireflies
Illuminating hope, yearning despairs demise"........by Sohel Ahmed


Religion : An Obsession

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Submitted by arfias on Fri, 28/12/2012 - 6:16pm
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Religion makes us feel special. It comforts us with the idea that we are superior than other species on earth. It gives some fancy misconceptions about reality and physical world. We like to think ourselves special. We like to think that we have a greater purpose in our life. We fantasize about afterlife. That hallucinates us from the very truth, the reality.


so cold

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Submitted by nilkanto on Tue, 25/12/2012 - 3:21am
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shivering cold.
wrapped up in all kinds of pajamas, sweaters, coats, blankets- we walk, on the frozen ice. Even the dead leave the place in cold.
Hands become numb in few minutes. legs covered in woolen socks are aroused by the chilled wind. the wind strikes us like spikes.


Dead Meat

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Submitted by nilkanto on Fri, 23/11/2012 - 11:12pm
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What lies behind is dead meat of thoughts.
Totally dead, even I do not want to accept their existence in my mind.
Sounds like extremists?
Well, we are so. We are group of people who are extremists. Extremists who kill their own thoughts, kill their own will and most of all, they are killers of their own judgement? What there to judge, they guess. Oh sorry, they don't even guess.


A Midnight Tale

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Submitted by guest_writer on Sun, 18/11/2012 - 1:50pm
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Midnight is approaching. The pungent smell of medicine again reminds me that I am in a hospital. I look up. My head has drooped on my chest in exhaustion; from morning to afternoon I was on the move in search of a rare medicine and finally found it in a small medicine corner in Old Dhaka. The expiry date sealed on the bottle was only a month from then. I hesitated. But there was no option.