most of time I don’t have any clue what to write on my blog. if I have any, I find myself too lazy to write it down. and when I feel to write something, at that moment I’m not around my computer!
but I read every post of the blogs I’m subscribed, even mostly I don’t make any comment. and most of time I read them on email!
what a lazy blogger am I!
I’ve spent three days in my maternal grandmother’s village. one of the reason to go to the village was to see the maternal grandfather of my mother who was very ill. he passed away on Saturday. We were in village that time.
Nobody knows his exact age. My maternal grandmother is over 70. so his father might was over 100. he had a lot of grandchildren and countless grand-grandchildren including me.
Actually I didn’t expect his death when we were going to village. Yes he was very ill, he could die any time. But I didn’t expect that he was gonna die when we were staying in village. I’ve tweeted few about my village travelling. I’ve not mentioned anywhere that my maternal great-grandfather is dying or about to die. my tweets were like that:
have to go to village tomorrow. for three days. with mother. thinking should I bring the netbook or not.
2011-10-5 19:44:56
bringing a multiplug for netbook. :S hardly would found a three-pin socket in rural area.
2011-10-6 10:59:45
the road is so damn broken and narrow that it takes two hours to move 40 km
2011-10-6 11:54:14
safely arrived. internet speed is so horrible here. 3-4 KB/s 
2011-10-6 13:11:37
electricity go off very frequently here in village. and it’s pure dark! no artificial light.
2011-10-6 18:16:53
went to the pond alone in dark for toothbrush without bringing any light. moonlight is so beautiful here. moreover when you see it on water
2011-10-6 22:40:35
yesterday was very strange and interesting. hope to go back to town today.
2011-10-8 11:04:23
sitting on the bank of a pond under a tree. watching tiny small fishes playing around in water.
2011-10-8 11:20:09
father of my maternal grandmother died today at noon in village. we supposed to leave village today but for this reason am still in village.
2011-10-8 19:07:17
wish he be in peace in the life hereafter.
came to village today for three days. with mother. in my mother’s maternal grandfather house. it’s about 50 kilometer far away from Sylhet city. not so far but condition of road makes it far! road is so broken and narrow that it took almost two hours to move 50 km.
first time I brought my netbook in village. seems it’s not so useful here. internet connection speed is horrible. right now I’m getting average 4-5 KB/s!
despite many facts, I like village. being very close to nature, having fresh air. but I never won’t like to stay here for a long time.
the Monsoon is over according to Bangla calendar. it’s ended a week ago. surprisingly we got a 3 days non-stop rain just before that. I’ve observed this monsoon very closely and carefully. had watched the clouds on daytime and night. were watching the rain drops sitting on my veranda. the clouds don’t rumble in monsoon. it moves fast, reform fast but don’t rumble. even I can’t remember to see any lighting! it’s just rain. rain and storm, monsoon storm. but we got comparatively less rainfall in this monsoon. I didn’t hear any major flood warning from anywhere of Bangladesh.
when it was raining last week, I realized that it’s not gonna happen in this year again. we get rain in almost every season except in short winter. but not this kind of rain. monsoon rain is different. and it was the last kiss of monsoon in this year.
stayed up whole night. have been doing it for a couple of weeks. sleep at morning and then wake up at noon. weird! hope to change this habit when the Ramadan will be finished.
“For what it’s worth, it’s never too late, to be whoever you want to be.
There’s no time limit.
Start whenever you want.
You can change or stay the same.
There are no rules to this thing.
You can make the best or the worst of it.
And I hope you make the best of it.
I hope you see things that startle you.
I hope you feel things you never felt before.
I hope you meet people with a different point of view.
I hope you live a life you’re proud of.
And if you find that you’re not,
I hope you have the strength to start all over again“
I got it from the movie “The curious case of Benjamin Button” Benjamin Button wrote those to his daughter. These sentences give me a lot of strength and courage.
In the morning of 18 February 1983, more than 5000 (officially 2191) men, women and children were massacred in Assam (a province of India). Most of the victims were Bangladeshi muslims who had immigrated to the region during the liberation war of Bangladesh. Not a single person has even had to face trial for the gruesome massacre. The report of the massacre has not been made public. Enough evidences make it obvious that local governments of that region belonging to the Indian government (both the Congress and the AGP) have suppressed information about the massacre.
The matter surprise me most that very few Bangladeshi people know about that massacre is not mentioned in anywhere. Not written in our history books. I didn’t know about that massacre till today. It seems they don’t want to flag a dead horse.
