Some of the amazing stuffs are lying there beneath in the piles of garbage reality shows and talk dramas (shows). I have been following the series "What would you do" back there in Youtube quite often. Sometimes it gets me overwhelmed. How would we behave in a certain situation is a matter of relativity. Most of the time we believe we would/wouldn't do a certain thing but we can't be totally sure of it anyway. This show grabbed my attention for it's innovative ideas and social issues that really someday may affect me too. Being minority is not comforting, specially in this busy selfish world. But when you get support or see a blooming smile on the face of the person next to you, it gives you a little strength. All we want to be recognized and being valued for what we are but bullying or putting something with a race tag is a sheer disgrace on that. The video below is one of the finest examples of humanitarian act showed to someone less fortunate. There is a deeper meaning in helping someone, you want to make an environment which is helpful, so that one day you will be helped. It's an incredible kind of idea to make this world a better place. I always like to be a part or at least a supporter of a cause which makes positive difference to the world and makes it a better place to live. Yes, I do agree there will be people who would not understand it, who would be not so open to new positive ideas but still even one person in a community can make all the difference. So sleeve up and pitch yourself in - someone needs your help somewhere!
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What makes you successful? What are the magic traits needed to make you a headpin? Everyone else has talked about perseverance, hard work, time management, discipline and many more, the list will not stop here so early. Being great in one's own field is nice but not sufficient. To be great and to know how to project the greatness to the target people is something very decisive. I know my definition is getting merged with being famous, but this is how it is. I can be a very good writer but if I don't know how to reach to my readers I will find myself sitting on the pile of my own published-but-unsold books. Gone are the days (or was there 'these days' at all!) when people would only work putting down his face and success stories would be written about him on the other side. Your work has to be told by you and only you. No one would write the recipe of the dish you are making and would like to see you are eating the after math. This concept again has something to do with what is the meaning of success to you. If you think setting goals for your own and passing that is one, may be this article would make you laugh at. But if we think in general this is something broader and bigger. People's recognition and endorsement is pivotal in a success story. I don't know where to learn being shrewd, being tactful, being boasting, being able to show your ability in positive light but this takes the bigger share in the market of success. If you are a person with something extra ordinary (well ok ordinary!), don't hide it. Know how to attract people and tell them your story. The passion would be doubled once you would see the glittery eyes with your new ideas or new creations. 'The red heaven' we use to call it, when I first had the glimpse of it I found it dreamy. I was a little baffled to see a University so neat that could be in Bangladesh. From the first day when some new faces gathered for a tour in the cold winter night to know the place that will be called home next 4 years, to the day when I went to call a taxi to embark to a new place after completing the 3.8 years of journey there, I feel I was blessed. I was blessed for being one of the person lived, eaten, hung, swore, cried, walked, played and got overjoyed in that campus. Red heaven came to me as a blessing and an opportunity to see my life in a different frame, for the very first time without presence of family members. The calm and green surrounding of the place always gave me an immense pleasure, something where I like myself to be belonged. When I came out from it, got in the job life then I felt how precious, how cherished that time was. Even after 9 years I feel the same goose-bumps when I see pictures of IUT. The place of all the cool engineers of Bangladesh. Even after getting MBA from one of the best business schools from Bangladesh I still want to see myself as an ex of one of the best engineering schools of Bangladesh. IUT, I am proud of you, are you? #9: I heard roar of engine in place of bird's song, I smelled gasoline rather of mango flower.....3/16/2013
When I first came to Dhaka, the ever bustling city of Bangladesh, I got almost fainted by seeing the huge traffic jams and by the size of houses. Well, not exactly fainted, almost I mean. From the town where you will not find any traffic trail even in the first day of the week to a city where you will not find any day without a huge jam-packed street, from where you have space in front of your house to play basketball or even cricket to a place where even your dining and study merges, is something worth to faint for! I won't say I was not thrilled by sodium street lights, flashy neon of restaurants, some of the amazing places to hang out, but somewhere deep in my heart I had the pain of severing the connection with my beloved small town, 7 hours drive from Dhaka. This is the first time I felt I became alone - all alone. But it didn't take much time to fade away the lonesome romance and found myself on a frying pan. But I was lucky in all other senses, for being with my brother to share with every tits and bits, sharing house with other brother-like people who I still remember with great admiration. The admiration for what they are, the way they treated me and the instances they set for me. I could not ask for some people other than them. I never felt like I was alone or far away from home while I stayed with these people. I have found there some of the very nicest people for whole of my life. I still remember the outings, the never-ending fun every time we went for evening tea, the helping hand stretched over me by them, getting an emotional support group behind, getting some senior brothers to treasure the relations forever. Now it seems so glorifying when I look back to the life I had just before I embarked to my Alma-mater Studiorum - which eventually curved me up for what i am today. Wonder wonder wonder..full of wonder. People do change in time - well known to all of us. But do we seriously pay a heed on this? We give opinion or judgements on someone who we knew may be 10 years ago and now has mere contacts. This is not only true about negative traits but positive too. If I happened to know a guy of my school and we were pretty close but don't have much contact now, comes up one day, I would treat him the same way I did in my school days. But things might have changed, he might have changed, the changed might occurred to his thinking. Taking something for granted may be the worst we can do to someone based on his/her past encounter with us, same is true in positive way too. If someone wants opinion about someone I used to know ten years back, I might not be the right person to have the answer. Because the one decade might put a thick layer of dust on the particular guy's positive or negative traits I'd be saying. The same guy who was full of life that time, can be just another disgusted-about- everything kind of person now. So, to me judging someone I knew many years back is a big no no! What about you? Got this video while browsing TED and was impressed by the way this communication took place. He provided a logical way to prove his points, though controversial: Is there any future of traditional schools? It's quite intriguing as very few of scholars would say things like this. He wanted to mean that school is a barrier on creativity and also persuaded that examinations and contests make people shut their imagination door. Which partly is true too, when you are anxious about failing you may not come with some extravagant yet groundbreaking ideas. But though he had put significance on e-learning he did feel the urgency of group works. He had no problem in getting data from internet and placing it in your homework or research works (to him they are already there, why we need to learn or do the cycle again?!) but he wanted them to be repeated and being discussed. By this overly discussion the students will learn more and will not forget what they just learned. And he doesn't claim only over the air but also proved it in every instances which makes it unique. I had (have) the same concept like this. We should have a school online, there can be thousand of ways to maintain it. Like what Sugata Mitra just said: No boundary of lessons, just learning what makes interest. Another can be totally mainstream but with a great innovation and practicality from class 1 to 12, because Universities have already started doing this kind of job. If this can be done and internet can be ensured to every corner of the world, this single handedly will change the facet of the future learning. It is a high time to think about the school system which has been made hundred (or many more) years ago. A sole road surrounded by green trees so even in sunny summer day you would feel the shade of heaven. In a bright summer day, air filled with smell of sweet spring, aroma of mango flower lends an exotic feeling all around. When I recall of my home back in my town the first picture that comes is what I just wrote. It was not always as dreamy as it sounds, but my mind took snap only of the nicest part of it. First 15-16 years has a broader effect on my life and the way I think or see. The serenity, the naive people all around with big heart taught me some of the greatest lessons of life. I am grateful as I had not had to be in bustling Dhaka in begining of my life. The stadium, tennis court, school's play ground, library, town club all seem very close to my heart. I know this tiny town as I know my palm. Every inch of it gives me a sense of belonging. Terrific! Click to set custom HTML No, seriously. My life could never be the way it is if I didn't have a family like I have. If I start writing about my family and the impact it has over me, that would be another blog. The passion of music didn't grow within, it happened perhaps very early to consider. From my toddlers day I had listened to music my father used to love. Lata Mangeshkar, Mohammad Rafi, Mehdi Hassan seemed people I knew from my childhood. There was not a single day I had not woke up by the music my father used to play while started his days with clients. He probably was putting argument and giving suggestions to his clients as an advocate and on the other side Lata and Md. Rafi got a little romantic with adaas and husn [beauty and style]. And very interestingly no one's of my family members had similar choice when it's about singers and genre. This gave me a wide range of songs to listen, a different genre than other. By the age of 10, I got the chance to listen almost all the top singers in Bengali, Hindi and Urdu music arena. I started making my own niche from that time. Songs of Manna dey, Kishore Kumar, Jagjit and Chitra Singh started making their place in my heart. English songs had a different story to tell. Totally the other face to show off. Where bengali songs are about love and being romantic in subtle way english songs are rugged and talk not only about love but also about making it all through! Abba, Air supply, Chris de burgh, Lionel Richie came with their mesmerizing voice and a revolutionary music in it. Later days Bryan Adams, Wet wet wet, Richard Marx, Don Williams became my icon in English music entries. Some of them still are. Friends happen to say I have a very good ear for music. This is partly true for the influence of my past I presume. What a receptive people and musical environment I grew up with, Awesome! |
A little heads upThe Blogorama is collection of my daily blog. Whereas category "Things made my life awesome" talks about my past wonderful experiences in an ascending order, "Now in my mind" says the issues I like my opinion on. "Life, in making" is recently started daily log (not so daily!), "Meditation" is something I come back so often, thought that would interest YOU too. Well, that sums it up (almost). Me,A constant dreamer, believe this is not the end of the world and try to make changes in my own life constantly. Life sometimes went hard and strict-my life's choices would determine whether I have taken them as lessons or punishment. My Quote'If you think someone else is the problem and is not letting you do certain things, that implies you perceive yourself a victim. Being victim is letting the person win. If you really want to make a statement: Ignore him. Blogories
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