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.
A little heads up
The 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).
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.
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.
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