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The alien cage & the real trail

I never said "Goodbye" to depression. I just told it to hold. I just confined it in a cage. That cage is alien to me. Infact, I made it alien. Sometimes... at some very lonesome times I hear the depression screaming... screaming out so loud... screaming to be heard... to be felt... But I never dare to response to that complaining voice. I let it scream. Then it loses its entire energy after a specific time and sleeps inside that cage. But it doesn't sleep permanently... It wakes up.. wakes up very frequently. And I keep doing the same. Sometimes I make the cage heavier by throwing more weight into it. Well... The cage is strong and I guess I have to make it even stronger. Because I always have to keep the outer body stronger than the ingredients it carries inside.

Bigger reasons always dominate me. That's why I ignore those luxurious grieves. Well... the point is... I'm on a long trail of life. And I really don't have time for shits.

"Take a bow
To the sim…

Merry Christmas to everyone!

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh.


“Man can live about forty days without food, about three days without water, about eight minutes without air, but only for one second without hope”

“Hope is the dream of a soul awake.”

“Hope is faith holding out its hand in the dark.”

[All the pictures were taken at my village home. Click on them to enlarge.]

16 December

16 December, 1971. Bangladesh achieved its victory against Pakistan in the war of liberation after 9 months of bloodshed. Millions lost their lives, lost their families. Millions of women were raped by Pakistani Military. They didn't judge whether it was man or woman, they didn't think twice whether it was little child or adult... They just took blood from us without any justice. But Bangladeshi people didn't fall back. They didn't flee away. They knew how to sacrifice own life for the sake of freedom. They knew how to fight back. Their sacrifices, their bravery, their honesty, their patriotism brought this country to the light of freedom, to the light of victory. It is them for whom we are the free citizens of a free country. It is them for whom we can keep our heads upright. Salute to those martyrs, salute to Bangladesh. Yes, we are a proud nation. We achieved our freedom instead of a ocean of blood. And we will do anything to keep it safe.

National Anthem of Banglade…

It feels good to be a Birthday Boy :)

Yesterday (4/12) was my birthday. I guess it doesn't get any better than this. Had a family party in the evening.. All the close relatives were there. Loved their presence and presents. And at night love-treat from friends.. from my very own Vandarians... Thanks everyone... You guys made the day so special for me!!! Here are some snaps from Nahid's camera:
[3 brothers: from left: Nahid (my elder bro), Me, Rizvee (My younger bro)] [With my cute little cousins]
[That's the cake... Isn't it gorgeuos? My father's choice :)]
[And finally I was getting ready to blow the candle away!!! :D... 3rd from the right is my mom and all others are close relatives and neighbors]

This is how we celebrated this year's "Festival of Sacrifice"....

On this last 28th November we celebrated Eid-Ul-Azha in our country. "Eid-ul-Azha" means "Festival of sacrifice". For greater details about Eid-ul-Azha click here. Usually our family celebrates Eid-ul-Azha at our village home.... This year was no difference. We went to our village home in the morning. After Eid-prayer we sacrificed three cows in the name of Almighty Allah. Then we waited... Waited.. waited and waited until the meat was ready to eat! And then came the grand feast! I ate a lot of meat with my brother and cousins. The meal was satisfactory. Then... returned home. Slept! :)

Here are some snaps of our celebration of Eid-ul-Azha:

[In the morning... When we were ready to start our journey towards village home][On the way to village home... Photo credit goes to my Bro]
[Embracing each other after Eid prayer... common scene of Eid day]
[With my cousin Faisal]
[From the left: Me, My cousin: Sohel, My elder bro: Nahid]
[That little kid was carrying a bunch of loads…