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A little something on the Long March
Just this Sunday the long march entered Dhaka after facing long struggles against stamina and of course, the fear of being captured by the police and put into jail. In case you are wondering why these folks are walking all over Bangladesh… well, of course they are becar and urging for some action, but politically, it's just to get rid of the present government and what an innovative way of doing so! Aren't they geniuses!
I do not know why they titled it as “march.” I am saying so because many of the well-off marching people used vehicles instead of actually walking whereas the poor people really did walk. Talk about the poor-rich gap even in this issue. Nonetheless, no matter what, we all know that there is always a good side and bad side to everything. As the marchers entered Dhaka this Sunday, I suddenly realized how great an event this would be as a Bangladeshi Olympic game. Of course, when talking about Bangladeshi Oympics, the first thing that comes to ones mind is Rickshaw races but just think about it - a marathon race from Tefnaf to Tetulia! Certainly that would take quite a few days but wouldn't that be a better sport than just having a silly long march protesting against the present government. Moreover, no one would be caught by the police and thrown into the jail then.
Diabetic patients certainly should have joined the long march. I am sure no sane doctor would recommend over a 200 km march for a diabetic patient but if walking helps to keep diabetics under control, then why not? Walking so much should then instantly cure diabetics. Worried mothers (including girls) who are over cautious about getting fat (or are already fat), and are marching in the public parks and roads day and night wearing those fat-reducing belts just to reduce some weight and get a slim figure the long march IS the thing for you. Just join the long march and I guarantee you… you are bound to become the size you want. Of course there is one condition you have to WALK!
One common scene during the march was dogs. Yes, d-o-g-s. In case you were not attentive enough, every day during the news, when the long march was reported, there was always a dog or two. Apparently, not only people were involved in the protest dogs too were marching and protesting. This maybe because dogs are not that well treated in our country like in other developed countries but considering the economic status of the country, how many people would?
The long march did prove one thing though. That the people of Bangladesh really are hot-tempered determined proliferating tigers! They are ready to move into action anytime! And when they have a goal be it fighting against the police, or breaking a double-decker bus apart, or even going out on a date with his/her loved ones they accomplish it no matter what the resistance. That's the spirit! Go Bangladeshi GO!!!
By Adnan M. S. Fakir
Uncle and i
Leaving' is agony, 'leaving' is happiness, 'leaving' is departure and 'leaving' is arrival.
Sometimes people want to run away, leave and escape from life. At one stage people begin to suffer from frustration. Their miseries rule them. Their minds become rusty and they suffer from the spells of guilt, jealousy, rage and hatred. People want to escape from this polluted and fake world, the world of betrayal and heartlessness. A time comes, when they want to leave the urban life in search of a utopian society. People want to feel Nature, wake up from sleep with the chirping of birds and not honking of cars.
A river leaves the mountain to meet the sea. Birds leave and fly away from their nests in search of food. In order to achieve independence of a country freedom fighters dedicate their lives and leave this world with their mothers and loved ones to mourn.
The word 'leaving' is not always associated with the agony and sorrows of life. It also has a brighter and cheerful aspect. A rocket leaves the launch pad to open a new horizon for mankind. A train leaves the station and the ship leaves the port only to come back for more passengers and cargo.
On the spiritual tone, even when saying prayers, ones leaves this painful, deceptive and materialistic world in search of harmony and tranquility and attains eternal peace and happiness. On the other hand, when death comes knocking on one's door, he provides utmost resistance to not to leave this world, which a moment ago he may have considered a bitter place to live in.
I dedicate this piece of writing to one of the finest men I have ever known. His sweetness of temper, amiability and soberness portrayed a profound and great personality. He is none other than the Late Mr Rasul Nizam. Rasul uncle is no longer amongst us. He has left us behind with bleeding hearts. His departure has made us appreciate his wonderful life, even more which he had lived and shared with his friends and family.
I will cherish my memories with Uncle life long, uncountable memories that will always make me feel his presence, be it at a picnic or on Eid day. It seems only the other day, at the office picnic Uncle and I enjoyed long conversations on a variety of topics starting from fashion to politics; going to the beach for a swim; looking for cigars at the Burmese Market ....
I remember on Eid when he used to give my Edi to my Maa, even when I was not home. When I was a child, Uncle used to give me 100 taka for every massage I gave him. I will always cherish that moment, when he gave me the privilege to become his junior friend and shared a piece of his Swiss chocolate and said, he only shared it with his closest of friends!
A man with perfection, always vibrant and a man who always sowed the seed of love and friendship to every person he came across, will be greatly missed. May his soul rest in peace.
By Eshita Islam
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