One such show that caught our attention is Nokia Xpress Music Hour. The 60 minutes are packed with latest singles from the local and international music scenes, and final 20-minutes dedicated to theme-based playing. What makes this show stand out is its listener-interface. Listeners can vote for their favourite amongst the number that are played, and at the end of the week, the top chart based on voting is announced. From the listeners that have voted, one lucky winner gets to win a trendy Nokia Music Xpress cell phone and meet the RJ's behind the show on a live telecast!
The theme-based segment picks on any random theme, such as 'happiness' or 'friendship', and it's quite interesting to listen to the variety of tracks that can be related to the subject at hand. Most listeners find this concept appealing and new, which again makes this show one of the rare ones of its kind. It's sponsored by Nokia, and the brand has taken a step forward in promoting their line through music. You can catch it any day of the week between 3pm to 4pm (repeats between 11pm to midnight) and between 11:30pm to 12: 30pm on Saturdays, exclusively on Radio Foorti 88.0 FM.
By Sabhanaz Rashid Diya
Premier of 'Nirobotar Mukti 2' and social discussion
On the 28th of October 2007, Ichchey Media Group launched a video documentary titled Nirobotar Mukti 2, on violence against children, to raise social awareness. The group has compiled reported stories of child abuse through out 2006, till September of 2007, from 6 major newspapers. They have used these as the basis of their statistics, and created their own report, besides the documentary, which also includes their own findings.
At the venue, children were managing everything: the registration of the audience, and even the oration etc. Before the presentation started, it was inspiring to see how ardently the children were rehearsing their parts. They knew they were contributing to an effort, and it showed in their passion.
The ceremony was inaugurated by Dr. Selim Al Din, cultural activist, and professor of dramatics, Jahangir Nagar University, and it was moderated by Muzzamil Husain, Deputy Editor of Daily Samakal. They were accompanied by Mr. Monjurul Ahsan Bulbul, Chief of News, ATN Bangla, Ms. Salma Ali, Executive Director, BNWLA and A. K. M. Masud Ali, Executive Director, INCIDIN Bangladesh.
In a theatrical presentation, on four small stages each in four corners of the hall, under the spotlight, children depicted the horrors faced by them on a daily basis and the inhumanity practiced upon them. It was overwhelming, but served as a good starter to the real horror that waited in the documentary. The statistics were overwhelming. Within nine months, from the beginning of this year till September, there has been child abuse as vast as: 60 rapes, 5 murders after rape, 53 kidnappings, 3 rapes after kidnapping, 4 murders after kidnapping, 146 murders, 114 road accidents, 53 accidents, 41 physical abuse, 16 acid victims, 8 child marriages, 110 deaths due to lack of medical care, 66 deaths due to diseases, and 667 cases of psychological abuse. The hope is to not let these numbers remain only statistics.
After the premier of the documentary, a roundtable discussion was held, where the dignitaries participated. Everyone else was invited to join in. After hours of discussion, the rise in awareness of those present was evident. The father of Jishan, a child victim of murder, was invited to talk. Well into the discussion, a handicapped young woman made her voice heard about the fact that at no point in the discussion had anyone brought up handicapped children. She certainly set the standards for the rest of the discussion.
This event was jointly collaborated by Save the Children Sweden-Denmark and Daily Samakal.
By Ahsan Sajid
Hi, here's a note for you just to say: Hello!
Um... okay, I'm going to admit this- it took me some time to digest that. The fact that the character whom we've looked up to the most during these some ten years of the journey with Harry is a... homosexual, is, in fact, a bit shocking.
A familiar face
White. Everywhere I turned, that colour stared back at me, clinical, mocking. The whitewashed walls of the once-familiar rooms stood empty; the furniture having been moved away to accommodate the morose throng of white-clad people. The air was heavy with incense smoke, and the mingled smells of attar, perfume, starch, and sweat. I moved from room to room, gliding past the swirling human traffic, utterly confused. Finally, I arrived at the hall, were a body lay on the floor, half-covered by a sheet. Curious at last, I stepped closer for a better look. The sleeping face I saw was mine.
By Sabrina F Ahmad
Bits & Pieces
Lingering fingers on the edge
Of your photographs,
Tracing back those years
When the tips felt more
Than the rough surface of paper.
The little kink on the edge of your lips
That only used to catch my eyes,
And the certain streaks of hair
That my face only could trace;
My fingers linger at every part.
As when the winds used to play
With the clothes hung on rooftops
And the sound of the rain
Used to beat and startle,
Stagnant frames of you still lay
Cloistered on the back of my mind,
When that smile and laughter were
Evermore present to refresh those of mine.
As numb as I lay,
Those pictures are the only remnants of my heart.
By Adnan M. S. Faki
A walk in the Monsoon Rain
Have you ever taken a walk in the monsoon rain?
Blazing wind and crystal raindrop ease your pain.
Never that I believed I would be in such agony
Never that I believed
I would lose my joy.
It was few years back when I used to laugh
Running in the rain,
kissing those gray clouds
Remembering my sweet childhood memories
as my earth was the heavens.
Yet one day all my happiness turned into sorrow
Felt like the those raindrops have turned into stones
And the cotton clouds
have turned into ashes.
Now I walk into the rain
which feels like tears
Only to ease my pain and to recall those memories
Your presence still lingers in these raindrops
My Grandfather and your emotions of innocence
Will you come back again in the Monsoon?
By Ben Zaman
Once, a woman called her servant and told him, "Go and call your master. I have made some cakes for him. Tell his to come and eat those."
The servant hurried to his master's office and stood at the door, where his master was having a meeting. Infront of all the officers he shouted,
"Master, come home quickly! Mistress has made some cakes and is calling you home for tea!"
When the master and his servant reached home, the master told the servant to whisper or gesture whenever he was in the office. Some weeks later, the servant again went to his master's office. This time the servant the servant whispered and was gesturing towards the door. The master came to the servant and asked,
One day, a teacher asked all the students of Kindergarten,
After some time a small boy sitting at the last row stood up. The teacher told him,
"No miss, I'm not weak in math. You only stood up in the class, so I accompanied you!"
Compiled By Christi Aung Leuna
| Issues | The Daily Star Home
© 2007 The Daily Star