it took 33 hours to calming down. the border force incident baffled all of us. my younger nephew’s school is just around the corner of the incident place. and the lady with whom i work as a translator lives just the opposite of that place. she hurriedly left that place , when she got back , she discovered 6 gunshots in her living room.infos are coming out, though very slowly but coming. the painful part of is many people died, children lost their parents, women raped, houses vandalized… yesterday we got the news that cricket team of sri lanks was attacked in pakistan. the world has completely gone mad.
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Eid was the same boring. It has lost its charms. Besides, the smell of raw flesh and blood was sickening me. And no matter how hard the government propagated for a clean Dhaka after this Eid, it was all in vain. Well, I don’t know the other areas, but areas near our apartment housing are still stinking to high heaven till date…
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Reading another Kurt Wallander mysteries The Fifth Woman. I am just in the beginning of the story and already into the grip of it. Read Bidisha’s Shotrur shoge boshobash (Living with the enemy), an account of her relation with Hu Mu Ershad. Sounds like she was always right and the others were always taking advantage on her…hahahaha
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I am sick and tired of visiting Pabna. Looks like I have to go to the lunatic asylum there. I went there at least two times in every month for last six months, now I will work with EU EOM and they will be sending me in that same stupid place…ohhhh!!! The very thought makes me furious…:@
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My elder nephew asked me if I have taken part to 1971 liberation fight and what was the role of Rabindranath Tagore. Did he kill any Pakistani??
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Yesterday in the evening I was checking on the newspaper TV listing (this is my habit to check what was on the TV while I was away. I was shocked to see that DD Bangla channel showed ‘Mahasweta’ starring Soumitra Chatterji and Anjana Bhowmick…I felt that I am going to have a heart attack…I was whining like a dog :@
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Finally, ‘faceless killers’ is end. No, no, am not referring to any murder or anything in real life, I am telling you of a book by Henning Mankell. I will not write the details of the story (in case any of the readers of my blog wants to read it). But I must say this book is different from all the murder mystery’s I have read. One thing I was asking myself after reading the book- how would I react, if I ran into a man like Kurt Wallander, the senior police officer? In a very negative way obviously. I wouldn’t know all the details of his life like the book described. On Saturday I will go to British council to look for the next book of this Kurt wallander series.
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I am confused, one job with good salary but will finish soon while another job is beckoning with poor salary but permanent prospect…which one should I opt?
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I was out of Dhaka for two days. There in a lonely hotel room I was thinking abut my stupid and miserable life I am living. What’s the use of thinking?? I have been living in it for a very long time, & now I have got the habit of living in it… 
i am passing a really boring time in office. sitting here like an idiot ( like Patrice say). hopefully i don’t need to pass time like this. after lunch i will go to Mirpur to buy tickets for the field visit. & planning not to get back to the office. if they ask me, i will say that the traffic was so big that i couldn’t reach office afterwards, hehehehe…
in the morning bus, two men were fighting unnecessarily. i have noticed that most of the times men fights over silly reasons!! on the other hand women are not like that. i sometimes snap at my fellow travelers, but they never retaliate. lucky me, huh?? last evening as i was changing bus in Farmgate, in the crowd someone pulled my office ID card very hard. he probably thought its a Mobile holder bag. oh my neck is still aching!!!
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Sometimes I ask myself- why do I get up so early and get to the office early? Can’t answer myself.. L But it feels great, the journey from my house to the office.one cannot believe this Dhaka in the morning! Don’t think that the journey is full of events; in fact it’s the opposite. I get on the bus number 6 or a blue bus number 29. Passing kawran bazaar, farmgate, mohakhali, TB gate- I get down to Gulshan 1. Get inside the office, sit my chair & open my computer. The clock shows the time around 8:05am. The next one hour I do my personal works like checking mails and facebooking…I love it.
Everyday the same boring thing happens. hahahahaha… |
This is aditi kabir kheya, happy to be here…
