Falguni Days

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Submitted by guest_writer on Thu, 06/03/2014 - 5:27am

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.

My Ancient Mariner

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Submitted by uchhola [Guest] on Wed, 05/03/2014 - 1:37am

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).

My Personal but Curious Case with the Bangladesh Studies Network

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Submitted by shehab on Mon, 03/03/2014 - 4:40am

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

Leadership on the Line by Martin Linsky—Chapter 1 Review: The Heart of Danger

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Submitted by nilkanto on Sun, 02/03/2014 - 12:39pm

The changes that we seek in our society, in our life is not easy to accept or get used to. People have their own habits, beliefs and responsibilities. Even though they can be bad ones, but it’s not easy to give up. There is fear inside their heart and mind. Fear of losing relations, money, freedom, civil rights and mostly losing stability from their life. They also could lose everything.

The Days of Slavery - Nazim Mahmud

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Submitted by Jajabor.Backpacker on Thu, 20/02/2014 - 1:15am

The Days of Slavery

- Nazim Mahmud

Theater artist and cultural organizer; Deputy Registrar, University of Rajshahi, Rajshahi

“Ask them to shoot you right in the middle of your forehead”, I looked up into the eyes of the speaker who prescribed such an advice. “That’ll be a painless death, absolutely painless”, said Dr. Syed Sajjad Hussain, my professor in the University of Dhaka. Incidentally, he was the Vice Chancellor of the University of Rajshahi at that time and I was simply a staff member there. So, he could crack a joke in front of me, even if it was about as serious a matter as life and death.

Animated Films: To get the "life" out of it

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Submitted by guest_writer on Fri, 07/02/2014 - 2:02pm

Remember the time when your little siblings or offspring were watching a “cartoon film” and you got stuck with the brightly colored movements and catchy music for a few minutes? Hard as it is to believe, there are a lot of reasons to get attached to the animated films, more commonly known as cartoon films.

Movie Review: The Wolf of Wall Street

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Submitted by guest_writer on Wed, 05/02/2014 - 3:03pm

The wolf of Wall Street outlines the ups and downs of Jordan Belfort; a Wall Street stock broker who manipulated the market in 90’s and notoriously earned the nickname of The Wolf. He is credited to reinvent some of Wall Streets’ infamous tactics which is illegal but highly profitable if done properly.

My post to Dailystar and Mahfuz Anam

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Submitted by guest_writer on Wed, 29/01/2014 - 4:59am

I recently read an Op-ed by Mr. Mahfuz Anam in Dailystar, " "The Third View. Challenges before Khaleda Zia. Old issues, old tactics and old allies are no longer assets but burdens" (January 24th, Dailystar., where he attempted to make it acceptable to work with Jamat Shibir.

Face to Face With Death - Maqid Haider

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Submitted by Jajabor.Backpacker on Fri, 17/01/2014 - 8:56pm

Face to Face With Death

-Maqid Haider
Poet; Public Relations Officer, Bangladesh Small and Cottage Industries Corporation (BSCIC), Dhaka

If only they had looked up, it would have been certain death for my mother and me.

April 10, I still cannot clearly grasp everything from that afternoon on that fateful day in ’71. I cannot say for certain how long the two of us had waited facing death that day. The realization that we had escaped death took some time to sink in.

The Uncertain Journey - Tahmina Zaman

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Submitted by Jajabor.Backpacker on Fri, 17/01/2014 - 8:32pm

The Uncertain Journey

- Tahmina Zaman
Educator; Story writer; Assistant Professor, Home Economics College, Dhaka
Current Location: Syracuse, New York, USA

It was well past sunset, but we hadn't realized it, since all the doors and windows were shut tight. A bunch of us were confined under a bed since earlier in the day. This was the beginning of April, 1971, we were surrounded by death.

The sunny, beautiful afternoon turned into a horrific evening as several Sabre Jets were flying over us. Till then we had no idea what was about to happen. I was just about to feed my 8 month old baby. After feeding him a few teaspoons of milk, I was about to give him some more, and then…my hand shook fiercely and the spoon dropped. A terrible noise broke out that shook the entire house. The tin walls of the house rattled loudly. All of us in that room were stunned. No one made a peep of a sound, there was only fear and anxiety in our eyes. What was about to happen? The scared little baby in my arms buried his face in my chest.