Difference between an animal and human being is only in one case, they don brush their teeth in the morning but we do. May be after few years we won’t do that either. It’s a great example that we are so great as a human being that we don want to differentiate between animal an human.
Its like calling all Muslims are brothers, all different religion’s people will respect each other, no discrimination for colors, their will be no war in the world, everyone will be living in peace.
Well…. That might not gonna be possible in next few hundreds years but that transforming into animal or merging between human and animal went live. I mean to say it merged successfully.
Animal were failure to do the same, I mean they are not great like us, after all we are “Ashraful makhluqat (greatest creation among all). So they failed to follow human behavior, but we did it. Congrats to all of us, YES we did it.
It’s a new experience for me and for all of us as a human being. Hopefully the experience will make our future bright .
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Play pool to be Cool!
Day before yesterday I took a taxi from 34th Penn station to the BMCC, the driver was a Bengali, I got to know because when I asked him, “do you want go to BMCC?” he replied, “are bhai aisha boshen kono shomossha nai!” well he got it that I am also a Bengali, may be I have the Bengali look in my face and attitude. Anyway, then he started by asking, which village I am from, how many brothers and sisters, why I am here, for how many years, what do I do, what my father does etc etc.
Then he told me that he knows my father and all of his friends in Biman, my father and him used to know each other because they are colleagues so he is my uncle. And also he knows this guy in Dhaka, that guy in NY these MP is his choto bhai, and some IGP is his relative.
I was like huh! Who the hell is this guy and why he is asking me all these questions and why he is telling me all these thing? I realized it was nothing but putting his status in front of me with a little hope that I will honor him because of he knows so many people and may be he is something. I think that’s kinda common showing off attitude among all the or atleast most of the people.
Bangladesh and Bangladeshi people got changed in a huge way in last few years. Last time I remember when I went to Dhaka. I met so many “YO YO” type people. I saw playing pool is very cool in Dhaka now, few people are there who really love to play pool and most of them who really like to say, “I play pool”. We have a great thing inside us that we can adopt other nation or other society’s value very quickly. But we have a lack in their, we cannot adopt the right one. So many people I’ve seen they want to follow western culture, but follow what from the culture? Mostly their ghetto culture, like “yo wassup MOFO”, “oh no Jesus” etc. They will take suppose of the HI with FI way because its so called cool. But they wont be able to pick that how that become cool, well I am making no sense. Give an example, how USA is such a great country? Is it a great country? Maybe! Yes ! No! …. I do not know.. whatever it is, for me what I saw USA is not so great in technology, not in management but they are great in marketing. They can sell a piece of shit to the market as it’s a piece of gold. We cannot take that part from USA. We listen western music, hiphop, rock, heavy metal because those looks great and cool but we don’t follow those musicians that how they become that cool. What kind of struggle they did in their life or how much hard work they have done to achieve something like that.
I’ve seen people who went to 1st world country and they quickly adopt their way of talking, way of dressing, way of partying but could not adopt the way of having fun in a cool way or way of having open mind to everything. Oops , on that time we will be like : nop we can’t, we are Bangladeshi, we have to maintain our own culture. I donno why but I could not do that, I think I am dumb that I could not learn English properly ( well I donno bangle properly as well, that makes me confused). I never thought that can be a big deal. Well still I do not find that as a big deal because, when I am talking to a learned person or any person whose 1st language is English, they admire that I am from a country where its not my 1st language but still we can communicate pretty well, to do that I don have to learn English with American accent. On that time, I do not feel any problem talking in English. But whenever I talk to some desi guy, they will try to find my mistake with grammer, proper vocabulary missing etc etc, sometime they will laugh or sometime they will think how khaat I am.
Well forget about all these, get back to the starting point, I think people really like to show off. Its really matters that who you know if you want to be in such a status, but it does not matter to people what you know and how you know.
No
Its too long for today. I am not a writer that’s why I am mixing it all up.. Some other time…..
Then he told me that he knows my father and all of his friends in Biman, my father and him used to know each other because they are colleagues so he is my uncle. And also he knows this guy in Dhaka, that guy in NY these MP is his choto bhai, and some IGP is his relative.
I was like huh! Who the hell is this guy and why he is asking me all these questions and why he is telling me all these thing? I realized it was nothing but putting his status in front of me with a little hope that I will honor him because of he knows so many people and may be he is something. I think that’s kinda common showing off attitude among all the or atleast most of the people.
Bangladesh and Bangladeshi people got changed in a huge way in last few years. Last time I remember when I went to Dhaka. I met so many “YO YO” type people. I saw playing pool is very cool in Dhaka now, few people are there who really love to play pool and most of them who really like to say, “I play pool”. We have a great thing inside us that we can adopt other nation or other society’s value very quickly. But we have a lack in their, we cannot adopt the right one. So many people I’ve seen they want to follow western culture, but follow what from the culture? Mostly their ghetto culture, like “yo wassup MOFO”, “oh no Jesus” etc. They will take suppose of the HI with FI way because its so called cool. But they wont be able to pick that how that become cool, well I am making no sense. Give an example, how USA is such a great country? Is it a great country? Maybe! Yes ! No! …. I do not know.. whatever it is, for me what I saw USA is not so great in technology, not in management but they are great in marketing. They can sell a piece of shit to the market as it’s a piece of gold. We cannot take that part from USA. We listen western music, hiphop, rock, heavy metal because those looks great and cool but we don’t follow those musicians that how they become that cool. What kind of struggle they did in their life or how much hard work they have done to achieve something like that.
I’ve seen people who went to 1st world country and they quickly adopt their way of talking, way of dressing, way of partying but could not adopt the way of having fun in a cool way or way of having open mind to everything. Oops , on that time we will be like : nop we can’t, we are Bangladeshi, we have to maintain our own culture. I donno why but I could not do that, I think I am dumb that I could not learn English properly ( well I donno bangle properly as well, that makes me confused). I never thought that can be a big deal. Well still I do not find that as a big deal because, when I am talking to a learned person or any person whose 1st language is English, they admire that I am from a country where its not my 1st language but still we can communicate pretty well, to do that I don have to learn English with American accent. On that time, I do not feel any problem talking in English. But whenever I talk to some desi guy, they will try to find my mistake with grammer, proper vocabulary missing etc etc, sometime they will laugh or sometime they will think how khaat I am.
Well forget about all these, get back to the starting point, I think people really like to show off. Its really matters that who you know if you want to be in such a status, but it does not matter to people what you know and how you know.
No
Its too long for today. I am not a writer that’s why I am mixing it all up.. Some other time…..
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Short life span but enough time to spare
How many years a person can live?
We can assume that on average human life span is about 66 years. 66 years = (24090 + 15(we can assume that 15 leap years)) days = 24105 days = 578520 hours = 34711200 mins. = 20,82,672,000 Seconds
Damn that’s a lot of time
But in this time we spent around 8 hours of avg in sleep, 1 hours atleast to eat, 1 hours atleast to do toilet and restroom things, that’s mean 10 hours/day So, 10*365*65 = 237250 hours
If you are a graduate that’s mean you spent atleast 14 years in study and every year avg of 180days and every day average of 6 hours of class and 2 hours of study which mean 14*8*180 = 20160 hours
Then if you are a working person then most people will work on average 35 years in their life which mean each year on average of 2000 hours of work time by 40 hours a week plus the transportation which means 2000*35 = 70000 hours
Aren’t you gonna spend some time with your family? Some time watching tv or movie, or go to grocery? Lets say only 15 hours you spend in a week which is really low but still just for the sake say 15 hours per week on avg.
Means 15*52*65 = 50700 hours
Now lets see, All of the above counts to total of: 378110 hours = 15754.583 days = 43 years
LoL that’s mean you have 65-43 = 22 years of doing other things. Whoever is reading this, I will say 90% percent of them already spent 1/3rd of their life. Which means you have 22/3 = little bit more than 14 years left to do other things
In this 14 years, What you are doing? You are spending time on gossip, make story about others, get into cold fight, think on screwing others people’s wife, thinking how big you are and low others are, you will spend time on partying but instead of enjoying the party you will observe others that what and how others are doing and do gossip on that matter later on.
You have time for all these stupid and plus more stupid things to do in that 14 years
but most of us do not have time to spend that 14 years in a better way, without those nonsense act, on some good chat with friends, take the hate out of your mind, live your life with peace, pray, helping others mentally, economically etc etc.I know I am doing the same thing, spending time calculating all the figures and writing it on the note for nothing.
We can assume that on average human life span is about 66 years. 66 years = (24090 + 15(we can assume that 15 leap years)) days = 24105 days = 578520 hours = 34711200 mins. = 20,82,672,000 Seconds
Damn that’s a lot of time
But in this time we spent around 8 hours of avg in sleep, 1 hours atleast to eat, 1 hours atleast to do toilet and restroom things, that’s mean 10 hours/day So, 10*365*65 = 237250 hours
If you are a graduate that’s mean you spent atleast 14 years in study and every year avg of 180days and every day average of 6 hours of class and 2 hours of study which mean 14*8*180 = 20160 hours
Then if you are a working person then most people will work on average 35 years in their life which mean each year on average of 2000 hours of work time by 40 hours a week plus the transportation which means 2000*35 = 70000 hours
Aren’t you gonna spend some time with your family? Some time watching tv or movie, or go to grocery? Lets say only 15 hours you spend in a week which is really low but still just for the sake say 15 hours per week on avg.
Means 15*52*65 = 50700 hours
Now lets see, All of the above counts to total of: 378110 hours = 15754.583 days = 43 years
LoL that’s mean you have 65-43 = 22 years of doing other things. Whoever is reading this, I will say 90% percent of them already spent 1/3rd of their life. Which means you have 22/3 = little bit more than 14 years left to do other things
In this 14 years, What you are doing? You are spending time on gossip, make story about others, get into cold fight, think on screwing others people’s wife, thinking how big you are and low others are, you will spend time on partying but instead of enjoying the party you will observe others that what and how others are doing and do gossip on that matter later on.
You have time for all these stupid and plus more stupid things to do in that 14 years
but most of us do not have time to spend that 14 years in a better way, without those nonsense act, on some good chat with friends, take the hate out of your mind, live your life with peace, pray, helping others mentally, economically etc etc.I know I am doing the same thing, spending time calculating all the figures and writing it on the note for nothing.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
nonsense talk
do you ever feel like your life is not yours anymore?
i have that kinda feeling. i feel like i sacrificed myself for the people i love, for the responsibility that i have.
i cannot cry because i have to wipe off others tear. i cannot feel down because i have the responsibility to cheer up others. i do not have any wish anymore for myself because i did that for others. i do not have any time for myself because i am busy doing cheering up people so that they don have depression they don feel down they don feel uncomfort from the world in anyway.
maybe, i was not born with a golden spoon in my mouth but i can bet that atleast i had the silver spoon. i never felt any problem when i was growing up from. my parents never let me feel sorry for anything. i always thought i am the happiest person. i still do, but sometimes like now i feel that am i really happy with my life? yes i am happy because i can cheer up people, i can make people happy, i keep them smiling all the time, atleast i try to do so, but for doing that i have to hide my tears.
i cannot write lyrics because i used to think that lyrics should come from inside, thats why the lyrics came up
"rong moholer shong je ami manush hashai manush mojai
nijer moner dukher nachon kamne lukai kamne bachai
horek rokom hashi pabe amar shong er jholate
mukhosh pore hashbo ami nijer dukho bholate
rong moholer shong je ami baango kore dhong je dekhai
gaan geye jai horek rokom manush hashai jibon shajai
koto dukhi ailo kacheshukh niya shob ferot jae
shukh bilayei bachi ami amar dukho ke ghochae
amar matom, amar dohon keu nai je jurate
bhong dhore tai shong sheje jainijer dukkho purate
aay tora shob duki manush shukhta niye ferot ja
rong er ghore matish toradukher tore bhashish na "
well i donno why my whole world had to change?
still i think i am not doing enough for them. maybe still i have lack in something thats why i keep them happy all the time. whatever i do, still i think i do some mistake and instead of making them happy i do the oposite. God knows that i never had any intention to hurt anybody in anyway. but may be my way of loving people is not right. maybe hypocracy is the right thing to do.
i miss my mom and dad. i know i am not a good son for them. but i am still trying to be one.
so many things in my mind but i cannot share with anyone. so much pain inside me but i cannot tell anyone. who i will tell? my only brother who i love more than myself? i promised to myself and my parents that whatever happens in life i will not let my brother to be in a bad situation. i will keep him happy always, i will not let him feel any pain from anyhow. i cannot tell him all my stuff because may be it will make him feel sorry or something else..
My parents? i cannot tell them either, because they are so many miles away from me they always think that i am doing fine, they always try to make my mind strong, i cannot share my pain with them because i know my mom will start crying, i cant let that happen. She cried a lot in her life, i wont let that happen again.
my future wife? she had so many problems in her own life that it will just make her own life more miserable.
friends??? lol... i think that only can happen in book or movie that your friend will do anything for you or will share your pain. .... that does not happen in real life..
i think i am writing just rubbish.. but its a good thing that atleast i can write something.. allthough all my writing does not make any sense to me.
i have that kinda feeling. i feel like i sacrificed myself for the people i love, for the responsibility that i have.
i cannot cry because i have to wipe off others tear. i cannot feel down because i have the responsibility to cheer up others. i do not have any wish anymore for myself because i did that for others. i do not have any time for myself because i am busy doing cheering up people so that they don have depression they don feel down they don feel uncomfort from the world in anyway.
maybe, i was not born with a golden spoon in my mouth but i can bet that atleast i had the silver spoon. i never felt any problem when i was growing up from. my parents never let me feel sorry for anything. i always thought i am the happiest person. i still do, but sometimes like now i feel that am i really happy with my life? yes i am happy because i can cheer up people, i can make people happy, i keep them smiling all the time, atleast i try to do so, but for doing that i have to hide my tears.
i cannot write lyrics because i used to think that lyrics should come from inside, thats why the lyrics came up
"rong moholer shong je ami manush hashai manush mojai
nijer moner dukher nachon kamne lukai kamne bachai
horek rokom hashi pabe amar shong er jholate
mukhosh pore hashbo ami nijer dukho bholate
rong moholer shong je ami baango kore dhong je dekhai
gaan geye jai horek rokom manush hashai jibon shajai
koto dukhi ailo kacheshukh niya shob ferot jae
shukh bilayei bachi ami amar dukho ke ghochae
amar matom, amar dohon keu nai je jurate
bhong dhore tai shong sheje jainijer dukkho purate
aay tora shob duki manush shukhta niye ferot ja
rong er ghore matish toradukher tore bhashish na "
well i donno why my whole world had to change?
still i think i am not doing enough for them. maybe still i have lack in something thats why i keep them happy all the time. whatever i do, still i think i do some mistake and instead of making them happy i do the oposite. God knows that i never had any intention to hurt anybody in anyway. but may be my way of loving people is not right. maybe hypocracy is the right thing to do.
i miss my mom and dad. i know i am not a good son for them. but i am still trying to be one.
so many things in my mind but i cannot share with anyone. so much pain inside me but i cannot tell anyone. who i will tell? my only brother who i love more than myself? i promised to myself and my parents that whatever happens in life i will not let my brother to be in a bad situation. i will keep him happy always, i will not let him feel any pain from anyhow. i cannot tell him all my stuff because may be it will make him feel sorry or something else..
My parents? i cannot tell them either, because they are so many miles away from me they always think that i am doing fine, they always try to make my mind strong, i cannot share my pain with them because i know my mom will start crying, i cant let that happen. She cried a lot in her life, i wont let that happen again.
my future wife? she had so many problems in her own life that it will just make her own life more miserable.
friends??? lol... i think that only can happen in book or movie that your friend will do anything for you or will share your pain. .... that does not happen in real life..
i think i am writing just rubbish.. but its a good thing that atleast i can write something.. allthough all my writing does not make any sense to me.
Friday, May 4, 2007
Me And My Life
23rd December 1997.
I still remember everything clearly. because that day was a total turnaround for me and my family. that day changed the whole way of our life, changed the view about the life, changed the view about people.. everything...in the morning i woke up because my mother came to my room crying and woke me up. she was like rupom call Biman operation and ask whats going on.. i was like what do you mean?she said your father had an accident , it is a plane crash.. i could not stay to listen more, got off from the bed and ran to my moms room to use the phone...called Biman Operation and told them "this is son of Capt. Mannan, what happened?" they are like boy we are all proud of your father he is a proud for our airlines. then i had to scold him to tell me the full story about what happend to my father. they said they do not know full yet. they will call me as soon as they get any new news.after an hour they called me back and said my dad is OK , it was a major crash in Sylhet, Bangladesh but because of my dad and allmighty Allah everyone was saved, nothing happened to anyone, the only people who were injured was my dad and the co pilot.
they said they will take us to Sylhet by helicopter if we want to..My mom, rusho, soma apa(cousin) and jahid bhai went to Sylhet, i stayed back in Dhaka because i had to take care of the house.well, he got back to dhaka holy cross hospital and so many people came to see him and told him he is the hero of the nation.. i was feeling proud because i am his son. My Dad saved so many people's life. Then another news came by an official letter that he was promoted to DC10. it was another great news for us.allthough, those were for short time. did not know that we are going towards a dark side of life.
after 2/3 days a letter came that Biman and flight aviation of Bangladesh combined a case to investigate the case. till then My father will not be able to operate any flight. the Chief investigator was from Airforce and he was a helicopter pilot. He came to the hospital to ask my dad few questions about the accident. When my dad told him that it caused becuase of airplane compressor failure, then the investigator asked him what is a compressor?it was funny that he was the chief investigator but he did not know what a compressor? because he was a helicopter pilot, not a Foccer pilot. then my dad said i can see something is going wrong.and we got to know what went wrong after a few days, that they found that it was my father's fault, and because of that his airlines license was revoked and he was suspended from Biman without any benefit. the reason was "failure to perform pilot's responsibility".. they did not mentioned what responsibility and why? when? how? nothing.
there was only 1 line.. in the cause..that thing changed our entire life... begining of a new life? how? i will write again...
I still remember everything clearly. because that day was a total turnaround for me and my family. that day changed the whole way of our life, changed the view about the life, changed the view about people.. everything...in the morning i woke up because my mother came to my room crying and woke me up. she was like rupom call Biman operation and ask whats going on.. i was like what do you mean?she said your father had an accident , it is a plane crash.. i could not stay to listen more, got off from the bed and ran to my moms room to use the phone...called Biman Operation and told them "this is son of Capt. Mannan, what happened?" they are like boy we are all proud of your father he is a proud for our airlines. then i had to scold him to tell me the full story about what happend to my father. they said they do not know full yet. they will call me as soon as they get any new news.after an hour they called me back and said my dad is OK , it was a major crash in Sylhet, Bangladesh but because of my dad and allmighty Allah everyone was saved, nothing happened to anyone, the only people who were injured was my dad and the co pilot.
they said they will take us to Sylhet by helicopter if we want to..My mom, rusho, soma apa(cousin) and jahid bhai went to Sylhet, i stayed back in Dhaka because i had to take care of the house.well, he got back to dhaka holy cross hospital and so many people came to see him and told him he is the hero of the nation.. i was feeling proud because i am his son. My Dad saved so many people's life. Then another news came by an official letter that he was promoted to DC10. it was another great news for us.allthough, those were for short time. did not know that we are going towards a dark side of life.
after 2/3 days a letter came that Biman and flight aviation of Bangladesh combined a case to investigate the case. till then My father will not be able to operate any flight. the Chief investigator was from Airforce and he was a helicopter pilot. He came to the hospital to ask my dad few questions about the accident. When my dad told him that it caused becuase of airplane compressor failure, then the investigator asked him what is a compressor?it was funny that he was the chief investigator but he did not know what a compressor? because he was a helicopter pilot, not a Foccer pilot. then my dad said i can see something is going wrong.and we got to know what went wrong after a few days, that they found that it was my father's fault, and because of that his airlines license was revoked and he was suspended from Biman without any benefit. the reason was "failure to perform pilot's responsibility".. they did not mentioned what responsibility and why? when? how? nothing.
there was only 1 line.. in the cause..that thing changed our entire life... begining of a new life? how? i will write again...
Sunday, April 1, 2007
about me
well... finally i thought of writing in blog. i always used to think that writing in blog is worthless but i am doing the same thing.. sometimes i think that i should capture what i think. what is my life about, maybe some one will read someday and will think about me, maybe someone will find similarity in my life..No. i am not looking for my life partner over here. its just expressing myself what is under me.
Who Am I?
i am a simple person who tries to be something in life, who try to achieve something from his life. I am a person from Dhaka, Bangladesh.
Whoever read my writings will have to forgive me about my English, its not that i am bad only in English, it is that i am bad in my own language(Bangla) also. i have a problem with finding the right word and put it in a right way in a sentence, either its Bangla or English.
Who Am I?
i am a simple person who tries to be something in life, who try to achieve something from his life. I am a person from Dhaka, Bangladesh.
Whoever read my writings will have to forgive me about my English, its not that i am bad only in English, it is that i am bad in my own language(Bangla) also. i have a problem with finding the right word and put it in a right way in a sentence, either its Bangla or English.
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