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Let the Game Begin

For the 1st time in the history of mankind, Bangladesh is going to host  the Cricket World Cup 2011 along with India and Sri Lanka. The inauguration ceremony is going to held tomorrow in Bangladesh National Stadium in Dhaka.

[roads of Mirpur, dazzling with lights]

Bangladeshi people saw their country upgrading to a better level within a few days. Roads of Dhaka are now glowing with lights. Fancy posters and interesting marketing policy have made it even better. You can see a huge cricket bat located near at the Airport Road which is sponsored by Beximco. They want mass people to put their signature on it! 

[a part of Shere Bangla Stadium, Mirpur]

Roads are seemed to be furnished with brand new look. Street hawkers are not making mess beside the road. It's neat and clean. Even if you want, you will not be able to throw anything on the road because of its cleanliness.

[the champ! Yeah!!! We hear the roar of Bengal Tiger!]

Security officials are ready to give the best security to the players. Hotels are ready to give their best service. And last but not the least, people of Bangladesh are eagerly waiting to greet the players with warm welcome.

It is a great opportunity to host such a big event and Bangladesh, inspite of all its lacking, is doing a great job to make the event a successful one. I am sure you guys will be amazed at our hospitality.

So... Welcome players.... let's play cricket!


[photo credit: my friend Alvi Alam]

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