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          Wise Dr. 
          Mahfujul Haq Khan BDS, DDS(Dhaka), PhD(Japan) Oral & Dental 
          Surgeon BIRDEM Hospital Hello 
          Dr.KhanI am a 49 years old, British national. I came to Bangladesh last year 
          and working in multinational company in Dhaka. I usually enjoy that 
          Dental Wise section, and appreciate your wonderful easy explanation 
          of all the questions. My dental health is not good at all and I really 
          hesitate to visit any Dental office in Bangladesh, but recent comments 
          in Dental Wise inspired me to have my dental treatment here. Before 
          that I have few inquires; Is it possible to repair any broken part of 
          porcelain? What is the sterilisation (killing germ) systems that are 
          used in Bangladesh?
 Will appreciate your reply James Ruskin
 Dear 
          Mr.Ruskin, Because of the brittle nature of ceramic materials (porcelain), these 
          restorations have the potential to fracture. Until recently, there was 
          no predictable technique for repairing the fractured porcelain restoration. 
          However, with the advent of many new products related to bonding porcelain/metal, 
          there are techniques available today we are using to repair fractured 
          porcelain with moderate expectations of success. Ultimately, however 
          you may need to change that cap in future.
 Regarding sterilisation system, its very difficult to tell you whether 
          all the well running dental clinic in Dhaka are maintaining strict hygiene 
          or sterilisation rather I have every doubt. But I can assure you that 
          some of dental clinics in Dhaka are maintaining world standard sterilisation 
          system. At present we are using most of the disposable items, maintaining 
          autoclave sterilisation system and even water for the dental chair is 
          double filtered or germ free.
 Special 
        Feature
 SMS 
          Culture They say that the 
          world is virtually shrinking everyday. No, no astronomical laundry disaster 
          under operation here, just the work of the human phenomenon of communication. 
          It's been there since the first primate who stopped crawling on all 
          fours, stood up and started scribbling on the cave walls. They soon 
          realised that their 'wall magazines' didn't make very good travel reads, 
          amongst other things, so they started experimenting with other media, 
          and soon the practice of writing emerged, and as these people fell prey 
          to wanderlust, the postal system also came to being. Flash forward several 
          hundred years, during which the courier kings like DHL and FedEx deprived 
          the pigeons of their employment, and Alexander Graham Bell became every 
          teenager's Godsend with his invention of the telephone, and of all people, 
          the defence industry facilitated the development of the Internet. This 
          is the age of telecommunication, and Instant Messaging, or IM, as it 
          is popularly called, has taken the world by storm. Just a look at the 
          virtual crowds in the online chat-rooms should be proof enough, and 
          let's not even get started on messenger services like MSN, AIM, or Yahoo. In this fast-paced 
          world of today, one has to be constantly on the move, and stay wired 
          so as to keep a finger on the pulse of the world that's constantly changing. 
          Cell-phones are no longer a luxury; they are practically a must-have 
          for any ambitious urbanite, young or otherwise. They are definitely 
          a boon to young lovers who can avoid eavesdropping guardians, as well 
          as another way for concerned parents to keep tabs on their young. Then 
          reality strikes when the whopping bills arrive at the end of the month, 
          or in the case of certain services, the pre-paid cards expire. Fingers 
          are pointed, blood pressure mounts, and both parties stew for a while 
          before sitting down and wondering how to cut down on the phone calls 
          and still stay in touch with the outside world. This is where the IM 
          revolution comes to the rescue, and people discover the wonderful possibilities 
          that lie in SMS. SMS or Short Message 
          Service, is the IM feature in cell phones, which allows the user to 
          send and receive text messages of about 160 characters at a time. It 
          is meant to serve as an advanced pager. Grameen Phone was probably the 
          pioneer of SMS in the country, but now other services, such as AKTEL 
          are offering the service. Using the same text-message technology, these 
          companies have stretched the range of functions of this service, so 
          that now we can use SMS to get cricket info, prayer timings, important 
          telephone numbers, and so many other things. While the service 
          was probably initially developed for business purposes, it quickly became 
          popular as a cost-effective means of networking, since SMS costs less 
          than the average phone call, be it through the mobile phone or the landline. 
          Even though you invariably run up a hefty bill if you're not careful, 
          you get more mileage out of SMS because it allows you to reach more 
          people for less. The popular Hindi 
          soaps have helped spread the SMS fever, by showing the lovers sending 
          love-notes through SMS, young heroes/villains using it in moments of 
          high drama, and of course, the catty villainesses making maximum use 
          of these services to stir up trouble.  As is the case with 
          e-chat, SMS users have a special lingo all their own…much to the chagrin 
          of English teachers, who have enough trouble dealing with spelling problems 
          as it is. Die-hard SMS users have even developed their own range of 
          'emoticons' (sequences of letters to make icons that represent a facial 
          expression). They send jokes and chain mails and little poems through 
          SMS, and let's not even get started on the race to send the first birthday/anniversary/New 
          Year/Eid greetings through SMS. This simple service has literally taken 
          on the form of a subculture. Next to the 'Missed Call' mania, this has 
          got to be the most popular mobile-phone activity. So whether you're 
          a part of this frenzy or not, there's no escaping it. SMS culture is 
          here to stay. By 
          Sabrina F Ahmad        | 
            UNDER 
            A DIFFERENT SKY  Housewives: 
            over and under
 A 
            group of Bengali bachelors living in America once silently competed 
            against each other in a game of importing the best wives from Bangladesh. 
            These bachelors, who grew up here and became successful in their different 
            fields of work, were a tight bunch. Equal in their success in other 
            fields, the only way they could claim superiority over each other 
            would be by marrying the all-rounded-super-Bengali-Girl. So they all 
            went about their search, got their relatives back home and here working 
            in the secret mission of finding brides.  The 
            first one came back with a Doctor, who was not necessarily gifted 
            in the area of beauty but her appearance gave away the heavy load 
            of knowledge she carried around. She spent her time sneering at everyone, 
            a look practiced to go perfectly with the thick black rimmed glasses. 
             The 
            second bachelor went back home and also bagged a Doctor, this one 
            was a pediatrician, a little taller and fairer than the first bachelor's 
            wife. She was now the gem of the town, and a new competition started 
            between the two newly wed brides.  The 
            third bachelor was desperate; he was having no luck with doctors, 
            so he settled for an Engineer. And his family marched around proudly 
            to this house to that bragging about their daughter-in-law's intellect 
            and beauty. I 
            don't know in the end which one of them won the contest. What I do 
            know, is that now all three of these over-educated wives spend most 
            of their days within the boundaries of their expensive walls, back 
            biting each other and raising families. The husbands of these wives 
            make enough for them to sit home, and for them to pass the tests here 
            to become a certified doctor or engineer is too much hassle, and they 
            are too educated to go work as anything lower than what they studied 
            to perform. So they have settled for being housewives. In this day 
            and age, being able to afford being a house wife is a great prestige. 
            The only way of becoming more of an intellectual than being an intellectual 
            is denying the need of showing intellect. It's like the rich spend 
            money because they can waste it, these wives waste knowledge because 
            they can afford to, having excess of it. Just 
            like the over-educated housewives there are also under-educated house 
            wives. Some Bengali men deciding they rather marry someone who is 
            brighter in looks than brains have imported few Bengali Bimbos. These 
            are the under-educated ones, the ones who furtively that consider 
            coming to America was the best thing that ever happened to them. They 
            are usually the ones who hum the tunes of new hip-hop songs (with 
            a Bangla accent), and they let go of their eastern clothing and swathe 
            their bodies with clothes a tad bit more covered than Britney Spears. 
            They spend most of their days looking for sales in department stores, 
            and secretly watching Indian television through the special satellite 
            their loving husbands have arranged for them. They wait for Bengali 
            get-togethers to show off their physical and materialistic assets, 
            they sometime take up wine as a sign of class and often go on the 
            Atkins diet, quitting the Bengali habit of rice for good. Sometimes 
            these under-educated housewives start going to community colleges, 
            pick up English faster, and inherit their husband's old cars with 
            their new driver's licenses.  Between 
            the over and under educated housewives, we the ordinary people are 
            dim and dull. Their well rested bodies and souls glow with intelligence 
            or beauty. The intelligence and beauty that has been sharpened while 
            staying at home, not for any greater cause, but to impress and burn 
            the hearts of all who are watching.  Have 
            we, Bengali Women, come far? From the days of birthing ten children 
            to being a successful house wife living abroad. We have intelligence, 
            we have beauty, maybe when we are not put in a place to show off our 
            best assets by our men who marry us for their bragging rights, we 
            will start getting out of the selected labels of society and be who 
            we were meant to be, certainly not over and under educated house-wives! 
              By 
            Iffat Newaz   |  |