Faces of East Bengal : 01

In my day to day life, so many wonderful faces come and go. Sometimes I feel sad due to the huge number of wonderful faces I couldn’t keep in my memories through photograph. But the faces, the expressions, the emotions I was able to capture balance out that sad feeling.

East Bengal is diverse, East Bengal is unique, East Bengal is beautiful. I surely will continue this series.

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The Joy of Eid-ul-Adha, The joy of Being Photographed
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And sometimes Eid is not all about fun, but starting to be responsible from an early age…

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One of the Last Legendary Porabaari Sweetmeat Makers, who continues to carry on the legacy…

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Not so much face to be viewed, but the irritation is evident…

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The Jute man’s Portrait…

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One afternoon cigarette, moments of solitude…

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The RAAJ MISTRI (Mason) no. 1

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The RAAJ MISTRI (Mason) no. 2

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One Random Man from the Street…

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The Paper Delivery boy running around…

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The Wonderful Wall Climbers of Banasree…

Memories Remain : Part 2

The way I have seen the campus, the way the views were consolidated on my memories shall remain the same. Biological cells will wear out, but not the memories. They’ll keep shining like the light through a finely cut diamond, which would keep shining as long as the light source is alive.

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Watching the Late Autumn Sun Rise from hostel roof in solitude, a memory I’ll treasure forever.

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Sun rays piercing through mild mist in a winter morning, along with a cold soothing scent of wet soil – and I walked with a cup of tea in hand, taking a sip in every six or seven steps. Yes I’ll remember, definitely remember.

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T-scale, made a transformation of feelings from nightmares to nostalgia.

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The room where I attended the last class, that was a dark cloudy day. The nature resonated with our hearts that day.

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V.C. cup interdepartmental football tournament, the fiercest competition for sportsmanship glory. Civil Engineering team won The last tournament I observed, and I was happy about that…

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The last time they banged their head together, sang together, sweated together. The last concert, Rag concert of ’09 Batch.

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After watching the sun going down for five long years from this very spot; I still want to stand there, feel the breeze, listen to the chirping of birds returning to their nests and the melody of Azaan. I don’t know where can I find such combination again, but live will move on. Sunset from the corridor in front of Room no. 502, Dr. M.A. Rashid Hall.

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Sun setting by the minaret of a Masjeed.

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People fade away, objects remain. The place for hanging out, Rag corner.

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.

My University : A Few More Places

The last semester has begun. After a few months, I’ll part with this campus. It Turns out that, I already feel sore about it. When officially I’ll no longer be a student of BUET, I’ll have to watch these photo to reminisce the evergreen memories and moments.

And I continue sharing the places that remain silent; always or not.

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University post office, a place that used to be very busy in the old days; but not anymore. Thanks to the modern communication systems.

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The forgotten entrance to the Old Academic Building, which has turned into a garbage dumping backyard these days.

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No bulb there, just the socket and wire. The stair gets quite dark at night. North Block, Dr. M.A. Rashid Hall.

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The showpiece bench of Sher-e-Bangla Hall, where no one sits.

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Here he rests, Shaheed Kamal Uddeen; a freedom fighter hailing from then E.PUET ( now BUET), who sacrificed his life fighting against the Invader west Pakistani army.

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Hannan’s tea store, a place for hanging out and drinking tea or coffee.

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Golden morning Light showering our Rag corner, a place where the students of seniormost batch hangs out. The artworks represent the cultural influences of the students of the rag batch.

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The street beside central playground, where I take a walk in every single idle morning. The beautiful morning light makes my day even more beautiful.

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The locked entrance to the Registrar building, which remains locked before the beginning of office hours.

My University : The Neglected Corners

Almost all university campuses on earth are bursting with life,joy and fun. BUET was an exception up to the year 2005. It was known as the nerd camp of Bangladesh. But somehow situation started to change, thanks to the effort of some energetic and extremely enthusiastic cultural activists. Now BUET campus has become one of the most culturally active, dynamic and joyous campuses in Bangladesh. Though the nerd camp identity has lost it’s glory ( You have to sacrifice your previous identity to some extent to achieve another brand new identity), the newfound Identity is celebrated here with utmost enthusiasm. Cultural functions, different competitive programs etc. keep happening in almost every week.

Positive change? or Negative? That decision is for the students to take. Yet, there are some lone runners who prefer the old identity over the new one. Deviation from the root purpose might cause the uprooting of academic Glory ( which is already happening).

I prefer to stay separated from all the fun and chaos. I enjoy the quite side of my campus, I love to walk on those corners where the already popular or wannabe popular never come. And I do love to capture those corners in my memory machine.

01 - Semi Shattered Window

There are numerous windows with half shattered glasses. Nobody cares. If somebody care, he can’t seek attention. Everybody has got many more important tasks… Yet, at least the entire glass is not broken. There is hope.

02 - Of Crows and Colors

BUET campus has one of the highest concentration of birds in Dhaka city, for it holds a lot of trees within its campus. Dhaka city is a concrete jungle without any sign of green in it. BUET campus is at least helping the birds to stay around this godforsaken city.

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The new academic building is one of the largest single academic buildings in south asia. The view is full of tranquility in Dusk, and I often spend a lot of time watching the sky and the light bathed building.

04 - The Untouchables

These metals serve very important purposes, yet neglected. Well, neglecting is inevitable…!

05 - The Barren Antena

Once upon a time, when cable network was nonexistent in this parts, this antenna was used to catch clear signal for the Television . Now it is out of service. Yet it is there, tolerating the battering of sun,rain,dew.

06 - Sunbathed Garden

Residential Halls have very well maintained Gardens. But the students don’t appreciate the gardens at all. Appreciation for Nature and it’s beauty is not a part of Modern Bengal culture. It’s all about hiring sound systems, arranging concerts, throwing away all the wastes here and there and polluting the entire campus. BLACK & WHITE makes sense now?

07 - The Never Used Path

Once upon a time this path was probably in service. Now, the only purpose it serves in addition to being photographed is holding the fallen leaves.

08 - Post Office - A Dying Breed

This is 21st century ! There is no place for a traditional post office in this fast moving world, let alone in this ultra fast moving university campus…

09 - Of Stars and Piercing Rays of Freedom

Few moths ago, a new monument was opened for the public in Suhrawardy Uddan. This is titled as ” Swadhinota Stambha”, which can be translated in English as Freedom Minaret. It involves lighting up the entire minaret in such a way that the light shall pierce the dark night as far as it can. A country where power outage is more common than the availability of power, yes, very appreciable(!) monument.

10 - Exit and Entry

The corridor through which I walk more than 10 times everyday. The entrance and exit way from my Hostel building.

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।