A Call From Home

Eid Mubarak!

It was Eid yesterday after one whole month of fasting & obviously I tried to compensate by eating LOADS of food & now I have a bad stomach.Well deserved,I guess.Eh,I don't mind though.Its EID!

I live in Dhaka,capital of Bangladesh.Most of the people who live in Dhaka they don't originally belong here(Including my parents,but I was born & brought up here).They are from different parts of the country,living in Dhaka to maintain their jobs.Because ours is a small country & you get the best education,job opportunities & medical stuff in Dhaka.Most people here are Muslim(Which I find very curious because in the British period,it was a hindu-dominant area).So when Eid comes,80% people leave Dhaka,to celebrate Eid with family in their ancestral village.And by family,I mean EVERYONE.Siblings of your parents,their cousins,their children,their cousin &..okay I am confused now.

Anyways,there is approximately 2 crore people living in Dhaka,which is like 20 millions,& I should tell you,Dhaka ain't got much land.So yeah,you can imagine the congestion & traffic when most of those 20 millions try to leave Dhaka in 2 days.Oh wait,if you don't live in Dhaka,you CANT.

Obviously,there is not enough seats on train,bus,launch or plane.Every year the government says " We have adequate transportation this year." Yeah,sure.

So people go CRAZY.They will sit on top of trains,bus & launches,hell they'd even sit on top of planes if they could,to celebrate Eid with their family,to reach HOME.

People die EVERY YEAR.Every freaking year.They don't even care.If you ask them why are they willing to take risks they'd be like "Its EID."Do I blame them?Unfortunately,this is a gray area for me.And guess what,I hate gray.I can't justify taking risks & dying but on the other hand,I know that you just can't resist the call from home.Where you grew up,the place which holds so many memories,so many moments that will never return.And Eid is supposed to be celebrated with family.Without family there is no 

significance of Eid. And as most of my cousins moved to the States,I feel it very very. ;-;(Mistake is intentional,yo)

So yeah,people take risks.They even die.Just to answer a call from Home.Maybe its stupid,but you know.

-Mourin!

                                                                                                                                                             

                                                                                      (Siting between train carriages like a BOSS) 

My Toddler Love

Lately I have been writing about all sirius(get the pun?) stuff so I thought a change might be nice..or probably I don't have anything else to write about atm,hehe.

So let me tell you about my toddler love.There was this boy who was in kindergarten with me,but he was a year older.The school we went to was fairly small,they had just started out,and both years of kindergarten sat in the same room but had different tables(we had one big circular table for each year).I liked him from my first day there & I'd always go sit beside him & my teachers had to bring me back everyday,lol. I don't remember much about him but he was cute & also very nice to me.

I remember one day I was in this supermarket with my parents and was thinking how nice it would had have been if he was there,and I turned the corner,and POOF!He was there,like legit.Coincidence?I think not.But it was really awkward though,we were just like "Oh Hi!What are you doing here?Oh you know,getting some shit.Okay,Bye"

But Alas!Our love story ended before it even started.I changed schools after one year.I even lost his phone number.Then one night,after a few months,he called.I was,SHOCKED.I told him I changed schools & everything.He said he did also & probably gonna move to United States..I dont remember,I mean it was 10 years ago!!I was 5 or 6.I lost his phone number btw,and couldn't contact him ever again.

I STILL dream about him sometimes.I tried searching him on Facebook,but heck I dont even remember his last name.If he is in the States,he is probably happy dating some white chick,idk.(No offense tho).

But he is my toddler love,so I'll remember him forever.

Cheers!

The Special Pieces Of Paper

Let me tell you a story.A long time ago there lived a species who were brilliant,they can think something unimaginable & make them come alive by their creativity.They didn't know magic,but their creativity can top any magic there was.But the species were controlled by special pieces of paper.They'd betray each other,even kill each other for the special paper.They'd invent new ways to harm their own kind for it.And all their creativity which could have been used to do something good,were used in inventing ways to kill each other.Even so,they'd call themselves the best.Sounds pathetic,doesn't it?Okay,so don't drown in self-pity now because I was talking about you.

Okay,sorry.Let me explain.

A couple of days ago,me and my two best friends invented a random game where one person asks the other two a question & the other two answer.The question can be anything,and the other two are obliged to answer.Anyways,during the game one of my friends asked us,What Is The One Thing You Would Change About The World?I answered immediately that I'd make food free.Seems logical,eh?Lots of people don't have anything to eat while we waste food,it just doesn't seem fair to me.My other friend,she went all witty & said "I'll make sure money is not an important thing".Now that I think about it,I think that's the thing that needs to be changed.

Even if we don't think about it much,money is the most influential thing in our lives.Starting from the moment we are born till we die,actually even AFTER we die,money decides for us(you know funeral & stuff).

Let me give you an example.Suppose,a child who belongs to a lower-middle class family will go to a public school where a child of a rich family will go to fancy private school it is kind of decided even before they are born.Even if,the poor kid is smarter & deserves better education.Another simple example,suppose a $100 outfit,while it is nothing for a wealthy person,for us middle class people it is just sigh-and-walk-away type of thing.Even if we don't want to believe it,our financial status indirectly influences EVERY decision of our lives.

Now if you are thinking I am a communist,stop now.My small brain don't understand these kind Y-so-serious stuff.I am just writing what I think.I mean,can we imagine a world without money?Without the difference of people because their financial statuses(without the rich kids showing off,I mean)?I don't know about you,but I can't.And it kind of makes me feel small.I mean we humans are the best of God's creations and we are controlled by a mere piece of paper.Many countries are putting more money into making weapons than education.What are these weapons for?They sell these weapons to other countries to make money.And what do the other countries do with it?They compromise their education budget & buy those weapons.To do what?To kill their own kind.Sounds pathetic,doesn't it?

-A mere teenager who doesn't understand the real world.

Everything That Stands On The Way

Okay,I want you to imagine something.An Indian village girl,barely 15,in a saree,siting beside a stove,cooking.The odd thing is,she has a chemistry book propped on her lap.Oh also,imagine it in black & white or else you would not know I am describing a scene from 1950s.

Seems unreal,doesnt it?
That girl is my grandmother.

Our culture teaches us to hold our elders in revere.I never talked about my grandma's early life with her.Never had the guts to ask her.I am writing from what my mum told me & how I have seen my grandma.

My grandmother got married when she was 14,like any other Indian girl during 1950.She could have been like any other woman,taking care of kids,doing household chores etc.But she chose to be different.She chose to continue her studies even after marriage.My grandfather,was a doctor & they had probably 15 years of age difference.In spite of the age difference,the culture,he encouraged my grandmother to continue her studies.But I do not know what her in-laws had to say about this.It might seem irrelevant to you now,but think from a 15 years old girl's prospective who was living with her in-laws.How much pressure she must have been in,how strong she had to be.But she continued pursuing her dreams,despite everything.She had her first child when she was 30,after 15 years of marriage.I am guessing she had some difficulties having a child beforehand.Again,can you guess how much taunting she had to go through?But it did not held her back,it just made her stronger & stronger.Because,she believed.

She believed in herself.

Sometimes,when I feel lost,I feel I am dreaming too much,that it is not achievable,I think about my grandma.We have it so easy compared to her.We don't have to finish chores & cooking before we can study.We don't have in-laws discouraging us.Then what stops us from pursuing our dreams?I realized,its us.We don't believe in ourselves enough,we don't push ourselves enough.We try to come up with new excuses for not working hard.But,we forget everyone has to fight their way up.There is no smooth road to success.We all have things that stand on the way.We just have to find a way around.Because a bump in the road in no excuse for not reaching your destination.We just have to believe in ourselves.

My grandmother retired a few years ago from the famous Victoria College,Comilla after years of teaching.

-Mourin

Life Does Not End Here

I don't know where to start.So I assume you have heard about the disaster?(No I am not talking about Palestine,I could not gather enough courage to write about that) I am talking about the Brazil-Germany semi-final.Germany beat Brazil by 7-1.I had been praying for Germany alright,but I am SURE I didn't pray for this.

Let me get this straight,I am not a Brazil supporter.And I was giving pretty evil laughs when the Germans scored goals after goals.But when the camera went towards the crying faces of Brazilian supporters,I could not help but feel sorry for them.Brazilian government spent BILLIONS of dollars for this world cup.All this from a country where the whole family uses just one dram of water,all this from a country where there is riot going on outside those gorgeous stadiums.People of Brazil must have thought,all these sacrifices would be forgotten when the world cup comes to Brazil.Unfortunately,the dream of winning the world cup 2014 is no longer achievable.When the Brazil vs Germany match was towards the end,the camera would turn from the field towards the crying faces of Brazilian supporters.And I could not help but place myself in their position.I know what it feels like,when your country loses,when the dream is so close but yet so far.I know what it feels like when Lumos become Nox.(Bangladesh vs Pakistan Asia Cup Final,2012,Bangladesh lost by 2 runs).

I know,Germany deserved to win,but Brazil did not deserve the humiliation,they did not deserve their dream to be shattered like this.However,it is Brazil we are talking about.Brazil WILL come back stronger,it always did.I can say.Here is to the people & supporters of Brazil,Never Stop Dreaming.As the defender of Columbia,Andres Escober once said,"Life doesn't end here"

-Mourin

P:S:Sorry I had some issues with my internet,so I could not post this earlier.

5 facts about me!

Well,you are probably wondering who is this random teenager going on about..random stuff.So I decided to write down some facts about myself.

5 facts about Me:
1.I am from Bangladesh.Surely you have some clothing which says "Made In Bangladesh",right?Another fact about Bangladesh,it has the most beautiful rain in the whole world.And while people curse the rain for causing 3 hour long traffic,they can't live without the rain.

2.I have two best friends & I constantly question their sanity.

3.I love maths,chocolates,sleep & Sherlock.And Oxygen.

4.Sometimes I think about why I am the person I am.It makes me feel very odd & I feel I dont belong in this..body?

5.I wanted to be a writer when I was a kid.Even now every now & then an idea will pop up,but I never had the patience to write it down


Cheers!
-Mourin

Curse of Germany

 And the semi finals start with a clash of Titans .Germany is the only team to reach the semi finals 4 times in a row. But unfortunately Germany didn't proceed to any finals after losing to Brazil in the 2002 world cup  finals. As it is said,history repeats itself. Germany and Brazil meet in semi finals again after 12 years. Will Germany be able to break the curse? I get a feeling it is the only way to break it,to end things the way it started. (Harry Potter, anyone?) Let's cross our fingers and see if Germans break their curse or Brazil continues their mission hexa.
My prayers are with you Germany.
Let me know who are you supporting tonight.

Cheers!
-Mourin

A wish to be heard

As I have mentioned before,I dont know the actual reason behind my sudden urge to start a blog. The only reasonable explanation is maybe I am just an insecure teenager crying for attention. However I dont fancy myself as an attention-seeking person. I am the kind who'd rather go unnoticed.But still it doesnt subdue my wish to be heard.I guess that's what this is about.A mere attempt to be heard.Maybe its nothing but a waste f time,but if my blog touches one soul,I will be more than happy. After all,we all want to be heard,dont we?

Cheers!

-Mourin

Stories to tell

Welcome to my blog.Honestly,I dont know what I seek to achieve by starting a blog,and there is high possibility that I will epic fail and never talk about my little fail,ever. But then again,if we think about the worst possible outcome of everything before we even trying it out,we will probably end up with no stories to tell our grandkids. So here I am,starting a blog,to talk about stuff that come to my little mind.


Cheers!
-Mourin