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.

Last year The US lead army in Afghanistan marked their 10th anniversary in October. During that time in October I took an interview of an Afghan girl studying in Bangladesh who spent half of her life in Taliban regime and half Under US siege.
N.B. : It was first of my interviews that I took in 2011 and afterwards. Hoping to publish those all.

This is 3rd in the series of translation of witness accounts collected in the book 1971: Dreadful Experiences. When translating I often feel at loss for proper adjectives in English that could do justice in describing the heinous atrocities these hyenas wearing Pak army uniform or calling themselves rajakar or "friend" committed. If the reader can think of more appropriate language that can help portray the intensity of the truth, please suggest. It will be much appreciated.

[justify]It was august 29th and we had a trip offered by Boro Mama to Whistler together with Baba and my two cousins, Zahur and Sameen. Unfortunately my mom couldn’t manage to join us because she had to go to work; but she made some sandwitches for our lunch.

Barack Obama the poster boy for liberals who rode on his message of change that appealed to voters of US and mass people around the world is facing lukewarm response in the upcoming election of US. His presidency of last four years have failed to keep the same momentum that drove masses of people out of their couch to vote for the first black president of US, with a middle name Hussain.

What are the things you do when you procrastinate? Here is a list (incomplete, of course) of what I do while procrastinating:

1. check gmail, yahoo, facebook for new updates/messages, every five minutes
2. watch youtube documentaries on Kubrik and his movies
3. write poems
4. listen to TED talks

My two-and-half years old son is the most vivid reader in the family (his mother usually picks not less than ten books for him each week from the library and every one of them is new, each week). The alphabet books are full of pictures, those he reads by himself. We read the storybooks while he browses through the pictures, lying on his bed at night. Its a shame that I am the legitimate card holder of the library, but so far I have picked only two books as loan to read at home. I am just an average reader for my age and I regret for that. I wish I had read more! But as they say, better late than never. As my leisure times are shrinking day by day, my appetite for reading books are growing exponentially.

We often blame the politics and political leaders for all the mishaps of our country. The solution (and hope), according to the majority, is to think about a utopia where most of the politicians, if not all, will be honest in one fine morning, and we will take it from there!