Thought of the week:
“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is an attribute of the strong."
~ Mahatma Gandhi ~
Once in a while, it's nice to let your hair down and just get crazy,
without worrying about appearances; just being loud and obnoxious to
your heart's content. Especially if you're normally not that kind of
person…that way, people will blame the outburst as temporary insanity
and not rag you for it. Don't mind me, people…the Devil made me say
Okay, last week,
we published a cover story on the exploits of the Young Explorers' Society,
those gutsy young boys and girls who trekked all the way to Cox's Bazaar
in an unforgettable adventure. Well, if anyone's interesting in hearing
more from them, or joining them on one of their future treks, you can
contact Auntu at 9670011, or Mobile: 0172542128 or mail him at email@example.com.
to Kazi Priyanka on winning the "Fiction of the Month" contest.
Expect to hear from us, Priyanka…meanwhile, readers can take a look
at her story "The ReDoFus" on Scribbles02.
Well, I finally
got to see The Prisoner of Azkaban…and I'm really disappointed. This
was my favourite Potter book, and they just murdered it…at least I feel
that they could have done a better job. Lupin and Sirius were both very
disappointing, and they took the suspense out of the Quidditch match.
I hate to think what they're going to do to the fourth book. What do
the readers think? Write in and let me know. I'll be waiting to hear
your polls, opinions, and queries to firstname.lastname@example.org
The Girl Next Door
Guru Lord's Poetry Corner
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the soulful poetry corner.
As one must be aware, poets are sensitive artists who must think soulfully
and deeply. For ones such as us, the world is sublime. And sublime is
this world. These are deep poems from a deep mind and heart. Please,
immerse yourself in the depth of this deepness.
You fly, isn't it?
Hate is bad
It makes me sad.
Sometimes so bad,
It makes me mad.
Hate is an emerging fad.
You act like a cad.
Oh my lovely,
I love you.
To me, you are better than glue.
Is life not the bed of roses you thought it would be? Do you need someone
to trim those thorns away? Well, Pintu likes it when sharp, nasty things
poke you. You're probably better off lying on a bed of nails inside
a moving bus on a dirt track. If you enjoy wallowing in misery, WRITE
Or us that Internut abomination: email@example.com Email early
in order to get published the next week.
Letters or emails might get edited. Stop whining.
I'm a 78 year old man. I've seen life more than I ever thought I would.
Still I'm not satisfied. You know, "yeh dil mange more!!"
I want to be young again, and fast! You've gotta help me out before
my time runs out!
- Payne [via E-mail]
While it's true that "yeh dil mange more", it's also true
that your dil is now something of a murir tin, as opposed to the Volvo
it used to be. Yet, like a new paint job on a number 6 bus, your heart
can still fake being young, at least until you croak. You've seen it
all, so you need something new: well, find some like-minded old folk
and organize some extreme activities with a geriatric twist. Together
you can take part in such adrenaline-pumping activities as painstakingly
training champion snails for "Extreme Snail Racing" (a nail-biting,
high-stakes race of snail against snail), "Extreme Snail Racing
Turbo" (the same as the previous activity, except this time, the
snails wear shiny coloured helmets!) and battling it out in "Ultra
Paint Drying Tournament" and "Super Old-Timer Storytelling
Death-match"! While competing might yield some physical losers,
in reality, everyone's a winner, because of this chance to live a second
I'm really sad and depressed. I don't have any friends. Well I have
some friends, but they are all green and they talk in a weird language.
Sometimes i feel like I'm turning into a freak. Well maybe I am. When
I look at the mirror I can see three heads and a palm tree growing on
my back. Is that normal? I guess that doesn't matter- that's what the
heads say. They keep telling me that they are my real friends and all
the others are out to kill me. Pintu am I normal?
Think about the problem this way: if your other heads are stuck onto
you, wouldn't you say they're a lot closer to you than your so-called
friends? Extra heads would know what is going on around you far better
than you or I ever could. Well, at least better than you could. You
can make lots of new friends by pretending to be a beach, thanks to
the palm tree on your back. You are indeed quite lucky, and not a freak
at all. There is no need to be depressed. Unless, of course, your other
heads are just much smarter than you and make you look stupid. In which
case you should be very depressed. Plus a palm tree on your back might
be fun for a while, but eventually it's pretty heavy, meaning you'll
probably get severe back problems. Life's just not too happy, is it?
My Dad takes some other newspaper. Okay... done. But I can't live without
RS. So, I decided to read RS through Internet. But it is seen that you
don't update the Internet addition of RS frequently as I have to buy
the damn whole newspaper on Thursday which costs me 1,000 paisa. Had
u published it on the net, I could have bought 'badam' and chomp those
instead. Please, send me free copies of RS every week to my address
so that I don't have to waste my bucks on it (if I don't read it, then
who will - I mean who else does read it anyway). You sure don't want
to spare a heartthrob reader of your tabloid.
By the way, you
should thank me because I read RS (your thanks are accepted).
# hEarT brEaK kId..
So after that elaborately long and winding email, your question is whether
you can have free copies of the RS? Well, after hearing your sob-story,
and of your concern concerning nuts, the answer is: NO. Did you think
you were writing to Pintu's Lovely Caring Charity?
are many who think RS makes ideal toilet paper. So you are not the only
one buying it. The Bangladesh Intellectual Society also purchase about
a thousand copies of RS a week. Hopefully not for use as toilet paper.
Try selling your liver to scrape together enough funds to buy RS.
I need your help ASAP. Can you tell me the details step-by-step procedure
how to make easy money? In my 14-year-old-life I found that making money
also can make me girlfriend(s)
Follow these simple instructions, and you will have money coming out
of your ears in no time. In fact I myself am a multi-billionaire, and
run this column for a bit of fun. Now: take a ten taka note. Bury it
in some soil. Water your little noteling. In a few days, a money tree
will start to sprout, and soon it will start to flower, yielding you
ten, twenty, fifty, hundred and five hundred taka notes. You'll undoubtedly
be kicking yourself silly for note having thought about this sooner,
but that's why I run this column, DesperateGeek, and you don't.
You'll be making money, but if you read last week's column you'll realize
that being fourteen, you're kind of shot in the foot by Mother Nature.
And no amount of money is enough for girls your age.
Not much feedback this week, so the column will not be that long. Allow
me to repeat what I said last week, and that is all messages must come
in a week before you want to see your message printed. Thank you for
your patience. Enjoy the column and send all your messages ton firstname.lastname@example.org.
Belated Happy Birthday. I hope all your wishes come true and you can
achieve your goals in future. Take care.
Belated Happy Birthday!!!
Just wanted to let u know that you're a real good friend...
Good luck for your future ventures!!!
Dear Sakura, Tori
How are you all doing in your new school? I am really lonely up here.
Why do not you just leave that school and come here to LJS? Will that
hurt too much? I know, Sakura, you will receive this message, but say
this to the other two too. I really miss you three. I just wish for
the days we spent together in our old school. Sakura and Tori, Madison
is already coming to LJS. Why do not you two also come here? And Tori,
it seems like you have forgotten me completely. Why aren't you sending
me any letters? I just want our union again, please. It seems like as
if we're drifting apart from each other.
From your best friend,
I just thought of saying hi, though we mail each other. Try to send
From your friend,
Belated Happy Birthday!
Whenever I was in trouble you were always there for me. You have always
supported me & I am really lucky to get a friend like you. Happy
birthday once again.
Your best buddy,
Crucified and Slayer
Are you a Dhaka
Ever wonder just
how attractive you are? Whether people think you've 'got the goods'?
When people tell you you're good looking, how seriously can you take
them? Well, now there's an easy way to find out.
and sign up. The site allows you to post your pictures online and viewers
get to rate you on your 'hotness' factor. A rating of 7.5 and above
means you're a Hottie. Even if you're not interested in getting yourself
rated, visiting this site is a must some of the pictures, some of the
comments posted there are simply hilarious! Plus, as the website allows
you to chat with the Hottie wannabes, who knows, you might even make
some new friends.
Well, this was just
a teaser. Keep reading the RS for a scoop on the people who brought
you the site.
Sabrina F Ahmad
And the desert dream
burned with fire
The lustful tongue of sunrays
I have felt the hidden curse and cry of the wicked solitude
The craving for love...long lasting
The footsteps of the wind and Camel
On the sand land
The lazy walk and moan of the tall desert animal
The dance of the peacocks
In the night
Near were the folks sing by the campfire
The rural voice
Sharp and precise
Language so authentic
The instruments played
Slowly the sun gave into blackness
Turning the sand into orange
Night moon appeared
Unveiled by the clouds
Royal and majestic
Climate that dawns on
With the sigh of storm
Twist and turns of fate
Man drunk by two fates
Weary from the desert safari
The hunting…that goes on forever
And wildlife breathes near you