tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297132882011-08-29T05:03:14.982-07:00Just what the title says..it can be my random thoughts, my very high-handed opinion or just plain old ranting. read at your own risk.Farihahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03122020042072850600noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29713288.post-62083693638926843502010-12-01T13:04:00.001-08:002010-12-01T13:04:32.174-08:00

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I regularly visit the coastal regions of Bangladesh for work. Whenever I meet a family, like in every other place in Bangladesh, the first personal question I am asked is: apnar bari kothai (where is your home)? My standard, first response to the question is Dhaka. This is usually met by a curious look, because very few people are really from Dhaka. Dhaka is a city of migrants, many of whom

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"The art of losing isn't hard to master;so many things seem filled with the intentto be lost that their loss is no disaster.Lose something every day. Accept the flusterof lost door keys, the hour badly spent.The art of losing isn't hard to master.Then practice losing farther, losing faster:places, and names, and where it was you meantto travel. None of these will bring disaster.I lost my

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After reading part-I somebody asked me, “Would you vote for Bill Gates, Obama, Warren Buffet or Dr Yunus (famous names) *IF* (hypothetically) they happened to be convicted crooks, yet known to have seen their projects thru? (IF they were corrupt they shouldn’t have been in the ballot list in the first place).”This is a complex question with a complex answer. The Bangladeshi voters are not a

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 [caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="photo: Daily Star"][/caption]Being a first time voter isn’t easy, especially if you’re a class moddhbitto or above. There so many expectations. Everybody sees you and talks about you as the future of the country and how we will be at the helm of things soon. But at the same time, we’re dubbed irresponsible and uninterested. Some are

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The Newage front-page reports that among other things in Bangladesh, the state of gender-based violence at the work place is also deteriorating. Big surprise! The news comes as a result of a survey conducted by the Social Science Research Council of the Planning Commission, under Ministry of Finance and Planning. The news report by BSS states that ‘92.3 per cent working women of urban areas and

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 There are just so many different ways in which the patriarchal system of family and society in Bangladesh are hindering the socio-economic emancipation of women. Women may have right to vote, to work, to get education, to inherit and so on, but when it comes down the most basic right, the right to think- freedom of thought- our society is still entrapped between the suffocating grills of

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Any one, who has been following, even sometimes unwittingly, the developments in the socio-political pandemonium of Bangladesh, must be familiar with the recurring dilemma of the politicians, civil society members and other members of the intellectual elite in deciding whether religious identity is analogous to national identity and political ideology, and vice versa. Is it imperative that being

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“ Apko kia pata, ke humara dil apke liye kitna rota hai. Jab aap logo ko koi taklif hota hai to humain lagta hain k taklif humain ho raha hai. Bohot pyar karte hai hum aap se. alag ho gaye to kya hua. Bhai to bhai hota hai. Bangladeshi to humare bhai hai.” Rafe, 60-something, Bus-driver, LahoreI’ve met people from

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The Closet Patriarch"For those of uswho were imprinted with fearlike a faint line in the center of our foreheadslearning to be afraid with our mother's milkfor by this weaponthis illusion of some safety to be foundthe heavy-footed hoped to silence usFor all of usthis instant and this triumphWe were never meant to survive."" -- Audre

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Rain..feel it on my fingertips..hear it on my window pane.... Rain is what the thunder bringsFor the first time I can hear my heart singCall me a fool but I know I'm notI'm gonna stand out here on the mountain topTill I feel your...raain... ------ MadonnaRain, rainstorms, storms, the moist gust....they all remind me of this one song by madonna. call me silly but its this one song

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Marmalade skies...lethargic afternoons...thoughts of you..Notice the sky around 6ish in the evening. Some few days ago, my Nordic boss was struck down by a bout of spastic euphoria when he looked outside the window during a meeting and noticed the marmalade sky in its tangerine and peach glory. The horizon ablaze in a haze (hehehe!) of golden orange radiance as we discussed the wonder that is

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