Coming Soon.............

BREAKING NEWS!! BREAKING NEWS !!!

Look forward to the lists to be uploaded on December the 31 st 2007

1. Things I will do in 2008
2. Things I will quit 2008
3. Books I will read in 2008
4. People I will love in 2008
5. People I will hate in 2008

These and many more…….Coming soon !!!

Don’t miss. So, watch out........

love,

sharmee

Rokeya Hall recollections

If you ask me what about Dhaka University I have enjoyed the most, I will probably say it is my illegal stays at Rokeya Hall. The hall authority tries their best to prevent illegal aliens (like me) even from entering into that land of gold. There is a three-fold security system; at the main gate, at the road leading to the dormitories and then at the gate of the dormitories. But hey we are bahadur bangalis; tougher than toughest immigration laws couldn’t prevent us from entering into the US and many other countries, what big deal is Rokeya Hall? Our Bengali brethren have set great examples of walking across deserts or swimming across oceans to reach to their coveted places – countries like Poland or Cyprus. Some have even tried to fly clinging onto the tyre or the propeller of the airplane to go to Dubai or Abu Dhabi. When we want to go somewhere, we GO there. It would have been a great disgrace if we failed to enter the hall. It really involved very little effort compared to the enormous travels our brothers have undertaken.

I could talk about the 101-ways-of-sneaking-in, but if that becomes public knowledge, the authorities will try to mend the loopholes and many illegal aliens like me will be deprived of the exquisite pleasure of that life. It is public interest that I am safeguarding. If you really want to know about it, I will give you some tips in private; tips that were given to me by a senior student (in private, of course).

[to be continued]

Death by Water

Dhaka never was so cruel as it seemed today.

just a few days back (last thursday, to be specific) the soft and loving winter sun enveloped me as i was walking down the posh streets of Baridhara. i did not walk for long, though i wanted to... he thought the destination was too far away to be reached walking. i boarded on a rickshaw with him.
i was enjoying the walk but he seemed more eager in reaching.

we both knew what reaching meant. we both knew reaching would force us into the dark and cold card-board-box i hate to be in. the journey was sweet... the destination-- bitter, bitter... oh life!

i have walked along these roads before...these roads had killed me then. they killed me again this time.

Dhaka was never so bleak as it is today.