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…!
The series continues from where it left.
It’ll be continued…
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?
To be continued…
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.
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.
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.
When I was preparing this post, I was not in a good state of mind. So, pardon me if my lines hurt your feelings.
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…
সবই ক্ষয়ে যাবে, মরে যাবে, পচে যাবে। থেকে যাবে আত্মা, গুমরে গুমরে কেঁদে যাবে – একাকী।