Bangladesh , Freedom fight and Pakistanis

I was watching a Bangla Drama about freedom fight of Bangladesh. I realized that we just forgot 3 million people were killed by Pakistanis, they raped young and innocent ladies of Bangladesh. They messed up the economy and destroyed the future.

I remember I was with a HC of Bangladesh, she was buying present for Pakistani HC of Pretoria. Diplomatic level, Bangladesh is always very close to Pakistan. Even PM Hasina was following Pakistani style of altering time of Bangladesh. How can we tolerate Pakistanis? Few years back, I used to know a few Pakistanis - they are absolutely different than any other nation. They are rough, rude, outlaw and most dangerous nation in the world. How can we tolerate them? How can we allow them to visit Bangladesh?

Now, many people wants the trail of Rajakers and war crimes - they are just targeting local Jamat and related parties. No one is ever saying about Pakistan. Why we are not saying against Pakistan?

War is bad -- we have already witnessed two recent war - Iraq and Afghanistan, 8 years back, i was chatting with one of American citizen, about the mistake they are making by allow troops to kill innocent Afgani people. She was very furious and saying - they invited the war. Afgani people attacked USA, so they are taking revenge. After many years, how this things are happening. Life is terrible, history is different.

40 years back when USA supported Pakistan to Kill 3 million Bangladeshis - which was a wrong decision. At least recent role of Pakistanis are showing the result of US support to Pakistan - never made them think towards decent thoughts.

Pakistanis should be punished - and they will be. Great expectation for those who killed our people - should see the justice. We should seek for justice both Rajakars and Pakistanis who killed people.

Summer , work and a chair

It is summer in Swaziland and I am feeling to have some time in sleepy sweet Summerfield. It is a new place – very natural. A few Gazebos surrounded by water with a few water fall makes the place more beautiful. I was planning for launch there. However, as usual – when there is no maid all of us became too active to make home more lovely. We like to spend more of our time in cleaning, baby seating, cooking and trying to find who made what mistake.

It is a sleepy afternoon. Life could have different – with a little concentration and little tolerance, Anyway, these age old stories.

In a bright summer afternoon – gentle breeze is blowing. My new study room is a bit clumsy. I had a long dream of nice study with a comfortable table, chair. Old house study was in duplex – I could see as far as eyes can go. This one is in ground floor – bit small. My switches are lying at the bed – new touch screen gadget is in the desk. It is too small place to work. I need to consult with the Architect. I need a comfortable living or comfortable work place.

It is always an issue comfortable environment to work. You may have a very nice seating place and also a place to keep your laptop and nice view outside. However, you may not have mood to work. Many great jobs I did – lying on the bed. I typed thousands of pages – lying on the bed. Sometime I feel it is unbelievable – doing programming of architecting a large complicated network and interfaces lying in the bed. The chair I am seating sometime with me for past 6 years. It has not broken or it is not a bad one. Why should I change it? But I do not feel for this chair.

Need to go for late launch and perhaps Summerfield….

Me, My Daughter and time

Just five minutes back, i was thinking of going for sleep. I just stopped to write about my daughter. Yesterday, we had a very special evening, playing at casino, candle light diner -only me and my daughter. She ordered one coke for me and Fanta for her. She knows what i like and what I do not like. She knows my phone number and she can call me. She is only five years old. She knows the facts of life.

I told her out with me. to tell her that I also have father and mother. However, they are not staying with us. they are living 10,00 km away. We must see them on school holiday. She likes to plan for her holidays to Sea beach or Dubai or somewhere -- where she will be with us. She does not want to go to Bangladesh. She is scared of mosquitos - hot weather and traffic.

I tried to convince her. I am not sure whether she understood my emotion. But she understood my feelings. I wanted her to talk to my mother. She can't talk. She does not understand Bengali that much. Specially my mother speaks Narshingdi Bengali -- she hardly can understand. In my childhood -- i used to stay with my grandma. however, my daughter cannot stay with her grandma. She even cannot talk to her. I really donot -- what are we achieving by doing successful business or working internationally.

Days are going -- it is already 3 months -- last time I had been to Bangladesh. Moving towards country to country -- crossing continents -- still mind is in Bangladesh - -the bank of river, the green field and breezes. Those days will never come back. I will never see Bangladesh -- the way i saw in my childhood. I will never able to show it to my daughter.

Time is passing by - our glorious moments are going to history. We do not have time to stop -- we are only running, running towards an endless tunnel. We can cry -- no one will hear. We can smile, no one will care. We are busy painting under the big city tunnel. We are building new empire bigger and bigger – sacrificing life.

Wake up ... Wake up... get ready -- move .. move ... Say good morning .. even if it is not good. Say thank you -- even if you do not feel. We are in a drama stage -- everyday we are enjoying drama.