Memories Remain : The Last Segment

Memories, no matter what they say, will eventually fade away. In my case, whenever the process begins I’ll try my best to resist it. These are the very last photographs I’ve taken of my beloved university campus, BUET. Stay lively, jolly and beautiful as ever…!

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4th Floor, Left Wing, North Block, Dr. M.A. Rashid Hall – our ways are parted now.

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The corridor to North Block. The place where we used to sit, used to laugh, used to get angry on life, used to be thankful for what we had…

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Couple of Singaras and a bottle of coke at the hostel canteen – the regular snack in the morning during classes.

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During the departmental fests, the competition was fierce to secure the spot for highest rated fest in all aspect. Decorating the campus was a mandatory part.

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The half wall was a place for buddies and couples.

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It was the last time of myself seeing the campus in full bloom…

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Rainsoaked Architecture dept. road, the shortcut way out of campus…

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Aftermath of one of many fairs taking place at the cafeteria front…

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Late night hangouts in front of the Shaheed Minar was common during Preparatory Leaves(PL), which helped a lot to release the stress…

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Making a short drama during departmental fests was a staple part of each fests. The enthusiasm was enormous…

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Cafeteria front in one of those last mornings…

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Cafeteria front during the commencement of the last Civil Fest attended by ’09 batch.

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Students performing in Civil Fest ’15 …

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Dept. of Civil Engineering – the Grand Stair…

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After each examination, students rush out through the front entrance. I used to be one of them….

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Even a simpleton street light seemed close during the last days…

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On the roof of Dr. M.A. Rashid Hall – view of ECE building on the brink of a strom…

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South Block of Dr. M.A. Rashid hall during a stormy night – as seen from 4th floor of North Block.

Men of East Bengal

It has always been the posh-healthy-good looking people who get the opportunity to represent their race. Furthermore, when it comes to the documentation of daily life of regular men; the people belonging to the majority group are almost everytime get overlooked. It’s the minority who are the center of focus.

So, how does the ordinary men from ordinary majority group of East Bengal look like?  Are they good looking? Do they seem content with their life? What do they expect from life in the upcoming years? Does their expression reveal anything about them?

 

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To be continued…

Memories Remain : Part 1 ( Through mju II)

Finally, our ways parted. The moments can no longer linger, except in my memory palace. These memories, these moments would be the crowing jewels of all.

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Department of Civil Engineering, You’ll be missed.

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This very corridor holds countless laughs, jokes, despairs, sadness with my friends.

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Cold, misty winter mornings always demanded a walk in the Playground.

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For five years I watched this tree, every time when walked out of the Department, through Spring-Summer-Autumn-Winter and so on.

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The path leading to Dr. M.A. Rashid Hall from the campus…

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In the classroom, this is one rare moment when I did something not supposed to be done; taking a picture during a class…

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While most students prefer the Central Cafe, I always opted for The Stuff Canteen, the regular place to have a little snack and a cup of tea. In my (not so)humble opinion, The essence of brotherhood is more dominant and true to the core here than the Cafe.

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In between the OAB and the Machine shop….

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Though I was not a regular in the Gymnasium, but the environment was enjoyable in early winter mornings.

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The overrated overbridge, which was,is and will never be used due to its inefficient placement. It has a nice decorative use though.

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The Dining of Rashid Hall, the place to eat for the residents. Countless times I have cursed the food, ate nonetheless. Never thought I would miss the environment, strangely which I do now…

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One leads to Rashid Hall, another to other halls.

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Mozaffar bhai’s late night tea stall, the place to find relax for a few moments with a cup of tea during the stressful times of semester final examinations.

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Tea, the unrivaled drink for all students. I developed an addiction here, which is probably not going to leave me in my lifetime. But, how it is going to feel like, to drink a cup of tea without a friend; that I am not so sure of.

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View from the corridor in front of Room no. 502. I have passed so many hours standing here, just looking at the view; be it dawn, noon or dusk.

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One of the last sunset I have seen from the corridor…

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White clouds playing with the blue Autumn sky, along with gentle southern breeze. It felt good just to stand there, even for a minute or two..

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These memories will endure, just like this bud blooming out of concrete; for nature finds a way in the harshest of conditions.

Cattle Market Chronicles – গরু ছাগলের হাটের ইতিবৃত্ত

Eid-ul-Adha is one of the two biggest religious festivals of Musalmaans. Major portion of Bangladeshi population call themselves Musalmaan & they celebrate this festival with sheer joy & enthusiasm.

This festival involves the ritual of sacrificing an animal ( which must be Halal) in the name of Allah, through which the devotion of the sacrificing person reaches to Allah in a symbolic manner.

As an animal is a must, this clearly boosts the requirement of healthy animals . To fulfill the demand, temporary cattle markets or Haats are organized in the cities & villages of Bangladesh. Such two temporary cattle markets are Aftabnagar Haat & Meradia Haat.

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Arrangements to display the animals with the help of bamboo posts and fences are being prepared.

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Fences & posts are ready, but the animals didn’t arrive yet. Children are making proper use by displaying their gymnastic capabilities !

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Preparations are complete to receive the cattle.

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Due to the higher chances of making a big profit, The Finest Cattle are brought to Dhaka from other districts in trucks.

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Right after reaching Meradia Haat, a Truck Driver taking a nap. The highways to Dhaka suffer rampant pressure of traffic during two Eids, Eid-ul-Adha being the severe one. Driving a truck full of cattle & their owners takes heavy toll on the Truck Drivers & their helpers.

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To safely bring the cattle down from the truck, temporary platforms are made from clay .

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Multiple bulls are brought down at the same time.

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Sometimes a few animals put a show of their acrobatic capabilities …!

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Some of these come down calmly, just like the one here; walking without any agitation. But sometimes things go out of control.

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Animals don’t follow the comfortable path sometimes & put shows like this once in a while.

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…and this one completes the tumble & fall process.

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After bringing down from trucks, animals are tied into the posts and fences in such a way that they can be fed easily & customers can easily examine them.

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Sometimes a bit of repositioning takes place to bring the best of the lot to the best suited position.

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A seller feeding his bull.

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Sometimes the animals don’t feel comfortable & start making noises. This is taken as a sign of an angry animal, which can not be sold that easily. So, the Sellers try to calm them with sticks.

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Sellers come in teams and they sleep in turns; right beside their animals.

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There are demands for polythene based covers to make temporary beds,wrap clothing & other purposes. & business is naturally good for the sellers..!

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Where animals are present, diseases also lurk around. Both buyers and sellers don’t want their animals to be sick. So,veterinary physicians along with required drugs are present in the cattle markets to keep things in order.

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Small food shops are set up for the cattle sellers with little or no coverings. A few of the sellers are taking their breakfast.

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Apart from temporary food shops, the permanent shops around the area also make good use of the business opportunity. Foods are being prepared in large cooking pots.

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Arrangements are made to supply drinking & bathing water to the cattle sellers. In such hot & humid conditions, cooling of is a must…

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A seller with his bulls.

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Another seller poses with his bulls.

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A portion of the buyers prefer to decorate their cattle with colorful & shiny plastic wrappings. This is another good business inside & around the Cattle Market areas.

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A man with his cattle beautification products inside Cattle market area.

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Not only buyers but also a large number of interested visitors come to the cattle markets. There are little kids among them too. This little Mullah was tired & sat there to recharge his energy. Did stroke a good pose though… !

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After buying the desired one, people take their animal to home either themselves or they hire someone to help. A helper holding the rope of two bulls and walking them to their owners house.

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The walk towards home – 2

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The walk towards home – 3

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The walk towards home – 4

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The walk towards home – 5

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After selling all their animals, the cattle sellers starting journey towards their home along with the profit & possessions.

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Another Seller returning with quite a heavy load over his head.

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A young man with few leftover cattle foods over his head starting a long journey towards home.

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The trucks which carry the animals to Dhaka make return journey carrying the cattle sellers.

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Cattle sellers over a truck, waiting for the commencement of the journey.

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People returning to their home with their animal. In dusk, the rush towards the exit of Haat area is intensified.

Of all Insignificant Scenes from Streets

The streets of Dhaka city are not only about extremely contrasty light and shadows. Each street creates thousands of new stories,good deeds,act of kindness, lies,crimes and so on.

A very few number of these stories make their way to newspaper or to the lenses of contrast seekers. Some are noticed by the surrounded passers-by, and some are completely unnoticed and ignored.

This little endeavor of mine is to present some of the unnoticed and willingly ignored scenes with stories, which people usually don’t want to hear in Bangladesh.

01 - The Unnoticed Injustice

A significant number of children aged below 10 are seen everyday in the streets of Dhaka either carrying heavy loads above their head-shoulder or working in small scale factories/industries as labors. The risks are alarming even for adults, but children are carrying out those dangerous works. What I want to point out is, there are so many human rights-children rights-blah blah rights center around Dhaka city, and there are so many concerned officials from this organizations who are delivering speeches in TV, Radio and rolling out interviews in newspapers. Each day, they are using their luxurious private cars to roam around this city and watching these kids struggle. How many of those rights sellers actually came down from their car and helped out one single child? Not many I guess. You see, the colors on the gate are attractive than a stray child. Isn’t it? Irony.

02 - The Unguarded Chair

Wow, the guard left the chair at night without guarding(!) it, and no one stole it !!! Yes, this is a wonder around Dhaka city. You leave something unguarded, even a plastic chair or a single Brick, it’ll be gone before you realize. So strong social security we have… !

03 - A Bit of Shade

Even if it is 38 degree Celsius with 90% humidity, a man/woman has got work to do for a living. Breaking Bricks with a hammer under a burning sun is perhaps one of the toughest jobs on earth. An Umbrella can reduce the toil to some extent.

04 - Aggregate Crushing Factory(!)

We don’t use stone chips, we use Brick Chips for concrete. Bangladesh is unique.

05 - Couple of Insignificant Heatseeker

When you have no warm clothes, what do you do? Light up a fire ! They are lucky to have something to light up the fire at least.

06 - Hairdresser for the Lowlives

There are saloons where they charge 1,000-5,000 BDT for a single haircut. And there are saloons who can’t make 5,000 BDT after working for a whole month. But both of them essentially do the same thing. Strange world.

07 - The Soil Boring Mary-go-round

They can’t go to amusement parks, but they have construction sites to have a little test of amusement. Soil boring devices were left in the site, and this two kids made the maximum fun out of it.

08 - The Return of the Neglected

Garment workers returning from a Bazaar after buying their daily supplies.

09 - From Aristocrate to Lowlives

When it comes to saving money, everyone does their best. From office employees to Rikshaw Pullers, everyone takes their chance from flash sales like this. Basically the rejected or defected clothes from garments are collected and sold at a very cheap price. You don’t buy a shirt at 1-2$ everyday. Do you?

10 - The Lie Factory

The stores don’t get customers, but street shops get a lot. Why? Price. Nothing else.

11 - The Puller and the Seller

Shop owners need new net bags for next day, and Rikshaw puller needs a night of rest.

12 - Zilaapi Delights

Those who are accustomed to eating Fried chicken,pizza and other things sold on very very big shops and taking selfies won’t discover the taste of গুড়ের জিলাপি. Because it is perhaps so uncool…!

When I was preparing this post, I was not in a good state of mind. So, pardon me if my lines hurt your feelings.

The “Me” Chronicles

In this wonderful world, some people are like open books. They want others to know about themselves. All you’ve got to do is to read. And there are these introvert, solitude freak-ish persons who prefer to keep themselves in secret zone.

When it comes to categorize myself, it becomes a bit critical. I am neither an open book nor a locked one. Some pages are full of colors, some are just laying empty. Perhaps, the seemingly empty ones are written with invisible ink, waiting to be discovered someday…

 

Being another common person with a camera, I too become trendy by taking mirror selfies once in a while. Who doesn't love to get photographed?

Being another common person with a camera, I too become trendy by taking mirror selfies once in a while. Who doesn’t love to get photographed?

Window, a large movie theater screen with hundreds of films going on in each and every moment. All you need is to discover and watch.

Window, a large movie theater screen with hundreds of films going on in each and every moment. All you need is to discover and watch.

Except for the Prophets, man can't be completely free goodness or wickedness. Different combination of these basic elements construct the character of a man. But who am I to judge myself?  Righteousness and Wickedness : Balanced.

Except for the Prophets, man can’t be completely free goodness or wickedness. Different combination of these basic elements construct the character of a man. But who am I to judge myself?
Righteousness and Wickedness : Balanced.

Taking such photos is a critical habit to leave.

Taking such photos is a critical habit to leave.

Two months ago,for almost a week, continuous rainfall managed to keep me inside my home. It has been a long monotonous week and the rainfall still continues.  No way of going outside, so, a nightshot of myself was all I can manage.

Two months ago,for almost a week, continuous rainfall managed to keep me inside my home. It has been a long monotonous week and the rainfall still continues.
No way of going outside, so, a nightshot of myself was all I can manage.

The light of the sun can be very much comforting during unintentional lonely times. The power of giving hope is strong and virtually everlasting.

The light of the sun can be very much comforting during unintentional lonely times. The power of giving hope is strong and virtually everlasting.

"Don't judge a person by his outlooks and words, judge him by his works."

“Don’t judge a person by his outlooks and words, judge him by his works.”

This PC was used by my elder brother before he left Bangladesh for his higher studies. Now my Father uses it for general purposes e.g. listening to Al Quran recitations, word processing, checking mails.  Sometimes he becomes emotional for this PC has the touch of his elder son.

This PC was used by my elder brother before he left Bangladesh for his higher studies. Now my Father uses it for general purposes e.g. listening to Al Quran recitations, word processing, checking mails.
Sometimes he becomes emotional for this PC has the touch of his elder son.

As the sun sets, I-you-we take another step towards death.

As the sun sets, I-you-we take another step towards death.

No matter how hard I try to forget, journey on the Buses of Dhaka city shall remain as a gruesome memory till the end of my days.  If you come here by any chance, take a trip from Azimpur to Rampura. Then let me know whether my words are exaggerated or not.

No matter how hard I try to forget, journey on the Buses of Dhaka city shall remain as a gruesome memory till the end of my days.
If you come here by any chance, take a trip from Azimpur to Rampura. Then let me know whether my words are exaggerated or not.

Tea, the love of my life. The addiction I adore. In fact, I don't have any other addiction.

Tea, the love of my life. The addiction I adore. In fact, I don’t have any other addiction.

In this short earthly life, the list of success-achievements-fame-pride are becoming the driving force. But ultimately all shall be perished. The name might remain, but is it worth to throw away the eternal life for the earthly one?

In this short earthly life, the list of success-achievements-fame-pride are becoming the driving force. But ultimately all shall be perished. The name might remain, but is it worth to throw away the eternal life for the earthly one?

সবই ক্ষয়ে যাবে, মরে যাবে, পচে যাবে। থেকে যাবে আত্মা, গুমরে গুমরে কেঁদে যাবে – একাকী।