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.

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.

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।

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.