New York Examined

NY was totally different from several other metropolis I have been so far. The most striking feature of is its diverse population. People from all the hell of the world could be found probably in any small random sample of NYC  people. As I am from Dhaka, Bangladesh and had visited Seoul, South Korea; Riyadh, Saudi Arabia; Hong Kong, China and Kathmundu, Nepal, I had never had the idea how such varied population can work together. But in NYC it not only seemed to function, but is a main driving force of the city’s vibrancy. The tremendous force, vigor and spirit needed to run a world financial centre is perfectly present amid huge differences between the New Yorkers.

 People say USA is a melting pot, but I could not find that much in NYC. Every major groups seemed to maintain there culture caringly, and intermingling or intermarriage is not plenty. In my first two days, I found the first thing by which a people is identified is his ethnicity. Come off the black man. Those are the Arabs. Lets face the Chinese officer. Yeah, the Bangladeshi shopkeeper was good. So here the melting pot seems not work perfectly. However, there is indeed a strong feeling that it doesn’t matter from how isolated group you are–a unified, attached, gathering feeling of NYC is prevalent.

Among all racial communities, the most prominent is blacks. God bless them. They have fashion, etiquette and habits that only the Creator can imitate.  In every move and gestures they seemed to convey some messages of distinctions.

Yesterday, I visited Manhattan. To my surprise, I wasn’t surprise much seeing the huge jungle of tall buildings. Just thoughts came to my mind that it have to be like this, the financial centre of the world’s most powerful and greatest country. There is nothing surprising . The streets were flooded with tourists, like me. However, due to visa stringency, the European people dominate. And about NYC metro, God save us. It seemed to be a swing! The car units swing and oscillate so heavily that a naive person who is standing will surely stumble. The precise, smooth subway of Seoul was much better.

In summery, the exploding influx of immigrants seems to muchly erode the ‘culture’ of the city ( As it is found in Seoul or Dhaka, an atmosphere very unique), but the grandness, largeness and intensity of activities surpass and overflow everything, to say: yeah this is New York!

Traffic jam is not a pause

Sometimes I wonder whether I will reach Nilkhet.
Whether the lively police claim bribe or
Errant rickshaws veer into the path in
Joy of a moment
If i have to go back home, that……
Simply cannot be done.
I know Nilkhet somehow,
I know content crowd ahead clapping.
I will reach but,
Whether the exotic greetings will be been?

Lets go to Palassy

  

Palassy is not just a lyrical, sweet name.
Palassy is a pin punched in our lungs. In 1757, the pin of palassy was shoved into our lungs to be there for a long time. That scar smoothly weakened us for some 190 years. Palassy is not a name of a place. It is the date when our mother was gang raped.
But it wasn’t erased from the map. Palassy remains like we, our enemy gang, our traitor brothers. Sometime we look for revenge.  
Why?
Because we know we did not finish the fight. The war-trumpet sometimes are played again.
200 years after, I think again the sky is ominous over the green mango yard of Palassy. I can see them coming. Our enemy gang comes every year but none before they have come so close, so crassly showing their shameless faces.
They now want our resources.
They now want our minerals.
They want our people being sycophants. 
They want all of us becoming blind, so that we cannot understand what they are doing in rest of the world.
Did u read history? Well, the mu’minun (believers) can foresee the future too.
The question is now, are u ready?  They are establishing supremacy on our sea. On our air. Even inside our capital. We can at least shout at them. Can’t we?
“There are signs for the mu’minun”-Quran. Get the signs and get up for revenge. This time we can start a new start, we can show them we can forgive but we cannot forget.
Palassy is an innate course in the footsteps of Bangladesh. We revisit there.

Junction

I know the road
I know the path

These roads are black
These roads are dark
These roads are risky

These roads are sleazy
These roads are crispy
These roads are crumbling

These roads are misty
These roads are stormy

But there are the roads that are good.

The good roads are shiny
The good roads are bright
The correct roads are easy

The correct roads are swords
That cuts easily, used easily, reserved easily.

The correct roads are for everybody.
You used the road. Come with me,
I will take you there in
This spider-web city.

Lets go.

well done bengal tigers

the bengal tigers showed considerable improvement in the cricket world cup, but again the problem of inconsistency is a major problem for them.  none but tamim, sakib and mashrafi showed a continuous good performance. aftab is a very good player, he is a good entertainer but he is not technically very good. ultimately i think shahriar nafis, aftab ahmed, syed rasel will be dropped from the team, i think. however, there is no doubt that within just two year, the team will be upgraded as a contender for the next world cup, which will be held in the subcontinent.

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