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.

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।

My Friends

Friends play a vital role in shaping a man’s life. From small fragments of fun to important decisions of life, friends are involved in most of them.

I, being a lone runner most of the time, too had the luck to have some friends in my life. Though small in number, yet they are of apex importance. I didn’t have the luck to take decent photographs of some other buddies of mine, But surely I’ll take their photos in the near future.

Arif

Arif

Misbah

Misbah

Saddam

Saddam

Miraj

Miraj

Emon

Emon

Asif

Asif

Jaid

Amit

Saleh

Saleh

Tanvir

Tanvir

A Glimpse into Hostel Life

Life is quite busy as an engineering student. In midst of classes, labs,reports and exams; leisure is almost non-existent. Within this busy life, I try to keep some memories of this life through some small moments captured in my camera. As I am still studying,I really don’t like this life at all yet. But who knows, when professional life shall keep pressing even more, I would cherish these memories the most.

All of the photos here are taken in film. Please Click on the photos for better view.