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News flash

Sky-High
Institute of Design

The ready-made garments sector in Bangladesh is an important sector of the nation's economy giving employment to about 1.5 million workers and earning about 76% of total foreign exchange.

Considering the vital contribution of the garment industry, the Sky-High Institute of Design offers a short course on Apparel Manufacturing and Technology (AMT) at a nominal rate. The aim is to offer continuous training for existing employees and to prepare dynamic young people beyond, with professionalism and creativity. This was announced at a press conference recently at the institute conference room in Dhanmondi.

Tahmina Akhter Swapna, Director and Interior Designer of the institute, delivered a speech about the prospects of the AMT to the journalists. She said, "A merchandiser can look after a company's dealing interests as its buying agent. As buying agents, merchandisers will take the complete responsibility of sourcing its products from the right suppliers through vendor audits, ensuring excellent quality of the products through stringent quality inspections and assuring timely shipment of company's consignments."

Zakir hossain, an instructor of AMT said, “The main objective of the Sky-High Institute is to help students understand the intricacies and the relationships between fashion designing and clothing technology within the garment sector. Through professional programs of education, research, service training and the provision of technical assistance to manufacturers, designers and exporters of fashion products- this objective is met. Our institute has the infrastructure to provide the best quality-merchandising course. The academic staff in all our faculties are foreign trained and also have industrial experience. This is a program people can complete in less time than is normally required. They will also get practical experience. We also emphasize discipline, punctuality and regularity of our students.”

By Khalid-Bin-Habib

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Colours of Prabartana

The colours of the sun as it is setting might dazzle your sight for only a moment but Prabartana's collection was made to dazzle you forever. The colours and designs of their new collection will be available to all from 16 year old girls to more mature women, from the 17th of March (3rd Chaitra). There is also an assortment of shirts, fotuas and punjabis made of taat, available for men. The highlight of their compilation is their distinctive blend of cotton and silk in each of their designs.
Diary of a food obsessed person


Dearest Diary,
Children. Parenthood. Responsibility. Love. Problems. I call it the “Package Deal of Life.” Everything and anything pales before this slice/package/time of every parent's life.

Today I am standing at a new threshold of my life. It is called the 'Empty Nest' Syndrome(ENS).

I thought I had it covered. Got married, had my one and only child at the right time. Spoilt him rotten (hopefully without him realizing), traveled with him, got fat with him, enjoyed roaming the Toys 'r' Us aisles with him and thought that yes, when the time comes for him to fly the coop, I would bid him adieu and do stuff which I hadn't done before. Like for example, paint, write a book, travel some more, sign up for some good-housekeeping cookery courses, etc. but now that the time has finally come, all my strong resolves are crumbling like crushed Marie biscuits right in front of my eyes. His words, applications, recommendations, transcripts, semesters are all there jumbled up in my dreams. I don't want him to go. I simply don't. I was speaking to my friends whose children have gone or are on the verge of going, seems everybody more or less has gone through this final umbilical cut somehow gracefully. Well I don't really know how I will actually behave when the time comes, but right now I have to share some excerpts of my life with him to save my sanity.

Year 1990
I had taken Shayer to a race-track where a sign was dug into the grass. As he had just started school and was learning his alphabets, he proudly and loudly spelt out the letters which said C-L-O-S-E-D. So then I ask in my cute mommy voice, “So what does it say?” He promptly replied, “Keep off the grass”. He had me pealing with laughter. The sign was placed on the grass after all.

Year 1991
I was scolding Shayer for something and Nahyan, his cousin, who was the wide eyed spectator, asked Shayer in a very loud whisper “ Shayer…is that your step-mother?”

Year 1992
For some reason Shayer had tears in his eyes and I exclaimed, “Baby, are you crying?” To answer my question, he bravely wiped his eyes and answered, “No mum, I'm not crying. My eyes seem to be leaking.”

Year 1993
Two of Shayer's friends had come over for a play date. And as they were going up to his room, I took Shayer aside and sternly told him that if his friends broke anything I would kill him. My son looked up to me and said in his most drollest voice…”if they break something- kill them, why kill me??” Can't deny the logic.

Year 1994
Shayer went up to his dad and asked him very matter-of-factly, “Baba, do you have some crazy glue?” As his dad said yes, he also had to enquire why he needed the glue. My son's reply was “ So I can glue myself to you”. Such devotion had my husband floored.

Year 1995
I took Shayer to the beach where he came upon a woman sleeping with her arms tucked behind her head. He looked at her for a few seconds and then looked up at me and said with all seriousness, “Mum, I think the lady needs a facial there.” Speeding away from that area was the most important thing for me at that moment. Whew!

Year 1996
As I was going out for dinner one night , I was sitting before my dressing table and back- combing my hair. Shayer, with a look of immense curiosity, asked me what I was doing. I answered ,saying, “I am teasing my hair.” And pat comes an answer back from my smart-alec son, “But then, how come they don't look amused.” He was just too much.

Year 1997
I think this was the year he was introduced to multiplications. He comes back from school in a huff and says “this…this multiplication…shouldn't be called multiplication…it should be called multi-confusion”

So, diary I could go on and on and bore you to death. But I guess these anecdotes of his growing up years will keep me going, even till I re-live them with my grand-children. So diary, on this note, I wish all the parents who are in the same boat as I am to be strong and positive and pray that everyone's child grows up according to their expectations, safe and healthy. Motherhood to me is the most rewarding job in the world. I loved doing it and I wish never to retire from it. And to have a son like my son, is a reward itself. So, have a teary day the Sam Q. way.

A favorite recipe from my son's choice today

Choc chunk cookies
100g(4oz) butter(softened)
100g(4oz) light brown sugar
15ml(1 tbsp) honey
150g(5oz) flour
75g(30z) milk chocolate, cut into chunks
1 tsp baking powder

Pre-heat the oven to 180°C, 350°F. beat together the butter and the sugar until pale and creamy, then beat in the syrup. Sift over the flour and work in the mixture to form a rough dough.
Divide the dough into 12 even sized balls and place on two greased baking sheets with plenty of space between them. Slightly flatten each ball of dough and top with the chocolate chunks, pressing them lightly into the dough.

Bake for 12-14 minutes until just set and a pale golden color. Leave on the baking sheets for 5 mins, then transfer to a cooling rack and leave to cool completely (the cookies will firm on cooling).

 

 
 

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