TFSA '10 Dhaka

11th evening at DU...Public Library portion..Shawkat Osman Auditorium..

Watchd two flims in a row .. Afgan Girls Can Kick..and The Battle For Pakistan...

The concepts were tremendously built with strong focuses.

though i liked the Pakistan movie more...straight to the point...about the madrassah culture and the blaming of suicidal bombings.

As it were said by a interviewee that..if a cars tire is punctured...it dosnt have to be like fire the entire car..you gotta fix the puncture. if there is flaws in the system , dont just bullshit and abundan it...fix the flaws. atleast try for it.

we ourselves create in the system, we change it as per requirement, we choose our governments and we blame it all. we say politics is a bad thing, its for corrupted people. we the educated spheres fly away for our greatest degrees and huge wealth earning. and leave our country to root and become a rug full of dust. we blame the politicians to be illiterate and we the literate liberty... piss ourselves with better establishment with luxury needs.

Wheeww... what a fish! really... we avoid incidents and accidents as if we arent part of this social structure still at the end of the day we act as if we are the actual creators.

Haay Bangali... Bangladesh is rotten as in shit for years. And we dont even care to took that blame on our head. Bangla dhuukche to dhukuk na...amader ki!

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Its been so many days..I haven't slept a peaceful sleep. I wonder what keeps on running in my head even when i sleep. gosh..its hell of a stress at times. I keep on dreaming such meaningless stuffs and keep drowning in endless fantasies. its hard to even remember those when i am awake. but i d remember that those are something recklessly profound.

Now a days i am reading a book by salman rushdi..the midnights children. I hardly found any book in foreign language which captivated my mind with such attention. I love bengli books...both by bengli and Indian-bengli writers. also some famous authors creations sch as the animal farm, oliver twist, the galivars travel, love story by eric sehgal are surely my fevorites. i hardly remember the english books i go through. but rushdi's masterpiece has given me a very quite wonderful journey moist experience to seek upto.

I dont like feminine way of liking things. i have a minimal dress sense and i have hardly seen using make-ups. Not absolutely because i have a happy-go-pretty face...but i lack in the attraction towords making myself look good.

I am a tough person in forgetting incidents but easy as in forgiving.

I forgive people no metter what they do, but i cant forget them for their misdoings.

Do i even sometimes not misdo loads of things?

Nop, I dont. I am very n very honest to my understandings and i believe in my own exploration of the universe completely.

I am much not of a well organized person though i manage to be within my own possessions.

And as you can see ... am a very self-indulged person indeed. Otherwise I would have talked about myself less. :=)

Man..Ma tym Is toOO sHort As wellll....duurr..

This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.
She wants to see how many people get her poem...
by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital .
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry
through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

..Me..

I took a journey through pain....
Through silence...Through evruthg tht botherd me...
I cried...I burnt maslf in injustice and punishment...
I prayed...hard n hard....to abstain frm da goodnss...thts been in me fr yrs...

I luked here n thr...evry single place i could.....
I wz too scared to let maslf live...to laugh....to be happy....
I thought I wz Doomed..Busted..
I took maslf as in i dnt exist....

Fr me ... i mde thngs harder maslf....
To me...i closed all d doors wid ma own handz...
By doin tht ...i turnd ma lyf into smthg tht i rarely blong wid...
I lost al ma hopes...i stoppd dreamin...

I tried n tried...to hide maslf in da shadowz of sadnss...
It tuk somch outta me...i wz left wid nthin...
No dsire to b happy...No crave to b alive...
Nothin coudnt stop me...neithr ur lov...nor da carin of ma frndz...

All of a Suddn i realized...
M nt actualy lettin maslf loose...m lettin u al fail...
M lettin ur faith get drown in ma passion fr diein...
M lettin al ur hopes down...wht u hold fr me....

Guess wht..I cnt do tht nymor...I wont...
Coz I m bck in Maslf...
I mit b a miracle...or mayb ma gud deeds..tht brought u al in ma life...
N I Beleive its tym to bring maslf bck in shape fr u al...to kill da pain

Nw I Only Fear god...
I Only Want u ...
I only Lov da passion of lovin maslf...
I only Need u al to hold n put me toghthr...

As far as u guyz r wid me...nthin can go wrong...
I cnt let maslf down...coz i bear u widin ma soul...

I lov maslf...I lov bein wid u....
I lov da way u ppl lov me too...
Wid U ...Nw I kno I m sfe...
Wid U ...Nw I Really cn call maslf Truly Blessed...