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Thought Snippets #01: Dead, Spoken Words

A thousand thoughts thunder across my mind. Thousand queries, thousand explanations, thousand memories.
Yet the only words that manage to escape me are words like okay, sorry, It’s alright.
Dead, paralyzed words, with the occasional exceptions of long sighs.

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Railfan

Somewhere, amidst the countless hours of journey I had made by train, I discovered myself madly addicted to the train. There are a lot of things in this world to be addicted to, yet one day, I find myself completely obsessed with all the noises of friction between iron parts that is Bangladesh Railway.

From an early age, train had been a joyous means of transport. Back in those days, my whole family would take this fantastic ride to my grandparent’s house to celebrate the holidays. That was a long time ago. I remember wondering why people take the train so much, all you can see through the window are the same old boring landscapes. I remember the benches facing each other in sets of four and wondering why on earth would they do that. I remember the plates of two different compartments meeting and sliding on top of each other as the train moved, I remember being so afraid of them. I would not dare cross that without my father.

Little did I know, one day I’ll be absolutely obsessed with all these things.

As time went on, I grew up, yet the trains remained pretty much the same. Since I started my undergrad studies in Khulna, which is a seven hour train journey from my hometown Rajshahi, the train has been a trusted companion.
It’s amazing how much space a mundane vehicle can occupy in your heart. I don’t know if it’s my severe homesickness or my inability to cope well with Khulna, but, for some reasons I had clinged onto this sure mean of transport. In between all the pressure you face in your undergrad life, the train was just one of those things I could always count on, always ready to take me home. And because of my homesickness, I made A LOT of train journeys.

Slowly, the train became my getaway. Apart from taking me home, which was for me the happiest and most exciting thing, the seven hours it took in each journey became my most personal time, my zen, my bliss. I would get a ticket beside a window, look out and get lost in my thoughts. It’s beautiful, getting lost in your own thoughts. I probably got to know myself better in these few hours than I ever did anywhere else.
The raw friction between the rails and the wheels, both of which are made of iron has become my favorite lullaby. It has gotten to a point where I prefer this sound than the music in my phone. The same old noises, yet each time they feel completely new and unique.
The usual scenaries that bored me as a child are now my favorite views. The endless lush green underneath a vivid blue, accompanied by cotton clouds in fall and rains in monsoon. This is a picture that has been painted countless times by poets and writers of these lands, yet however cliché they may sound, the beauty never ceases to amaze. Timeless landscape in the truest sense. At dusk and dawn, a golden aura outlines everything. At night, stars and fireflies take part in a breathtaking light show. Stars so bright and fireflies so many you can’t tell them apart.
How could anyone tire of this?
I love plates that go on top of each other and move independently. Sometimes I put each foot on each of the plates and watch in childish wonder as the train makes me dance. I can’t help but smile.
I love the seats in sets of four or six facing each other. I can see people going by their usual journey, some of them too busy to enjoy this marvelous ride.
I love how train jerks a little every time when it crosses a fouling mark. I love how I can see the whole train when it takes a massive turn.
I love the little kids that wave the train goodbye.
I love the hawkers selling unhygienic food, I love the overpriced tea, I love all the cute stations.
I love Pakshi and its elevated railway, the Hardinge Bridge.
I know why Sundarpur(সুন্দরপুর) is named such.
I love Ishwardi station and its hustle and bustle.
I am madly in love with Trains.

arani

inside a compartment

bliss over the horizon

topsy turvy

সহস্র পতাকা

“বুকের ভেতর ঘুমিয়ে থাকা মুক্তি-রা পাক চেতন
বিশ্ববাসী দেখবে চেয়ে লাল সবুজের কেতন”

সবার একান্ত সহযোগিতায় সফলভাবে শেষ হল “সহস্র পতাকা”
১০০০ টি পতাকা আমরা ছড়িয়ে দিলাম শহরজুড়ে।

যেসব মানুষের কাছে আন্তরিকভাবে কৃতজ্ঞ-

অন্তু, রুদ্র, আকিব, মিশা, অনুপম দা, অর্ণ, রেনলি, তাশফি, আনান, অঙ্গন, প্রীতম, কুশল ভাই, শুভ, আহিতা, রাকিব, লগ্ন, প্রত্যয়, পুলক, মাঈশা, আশিক, আশিক, রনো, মুন ভাই, সেতু, সেতু, সজীব, তমাল, মাশা, রিতু, ইফতি, কান্তি, শাকিক, স্বচ্ছ, রুপু, মম, মোহন, জামি ভাই, টনি ভাই, রুপন্তি, শোভিক, সুমন দা, সোহাগ ভাই, লিও মামা, রানা স্যার, সালাম স্যার, টোভেল স্যার, আলী স্যার, ফারুক স্যার, টিটন স্যার, মাসুদ স্যার, শামীমা খালা, মাশরুর ভাই, সাগর স্যার, পিটার স্যার, রয়্যাল স্যার, অভ্র, নেহাল, আকিব, অন্তু, অধ্যায়, মুগ্ধ, সৌমিক, রাফি, ফাহিম, শোভন, আকিব, বৃষ্টি, অতন্দ্রিলা, প্রজ্ঞা, তানজিলা, অমৃতা, অনন্যা, তনিমা, স্বরূপ, হিমেল, মুনিম, তুরিত

ছবি তুলেছে- আকিব, তাশফি, ফাহিম, রাফি

Happy Birthday Kimya Dawson! :D

Happy Birthday, Kimya Dawson!!
Your songs are what innocence must sound like.
:)

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A Wish....

Hi there.
Remember me?
You do. You just don’t realize it often enough.

It would be kinda hard to describe who or what I am. So much of what I am is intangible.  But be assured, you know me.  And that’s all that matters.

 I have known you like my own reflection. I know every little thing about you. I know the things that make you cry. I know what makes you happy beyond measures.
I have been by your side all this time. All the good times and the bad times. When you were surprised at yourself that you were this vulnerable, I was there. When you figured out how to blame yourself for everything that was bothering you, I was there, struggling to keep your sanity. I remember all the times of self-loathing.  And you blaming me for everything, even though not completely aware of my existence.
And it’s okay.
At times you would pity me. But let’s face it, that never made you feel better. I remember all the times those stupid people tested your patience. I was there, trying to convince you to let it go, they haven’t been through anything, they never stood up for anything.
I remember everything everyone else forgot.
Remember when every single fiber of your body was telling you to run away? I was trying to keep your spirits. “Just a few more days”- I would whisper. And when life got so overwhelming and your inner conflicts grew so strong that you decided to divide yourself in two completely different persons, I was there for you both.

I can recall those few euphoric moments when you became aware of who I am, what I am.
In darkness so black it makes you lose yourself, in silence so intense  you could hear your own thoughts.
I cherish those moments. I know it was tough for you. But in those moments you truly acknowledged me. And I could show you your greatest strengths. In those rare occasions I reminded you of all that you stand for. And the person you were on the way of becoming.

I guess you can call me a friend. And perhaps the truest one. But I won’t mind even if you don’t. It’s not in my nature.

The point is, I am here. And I’ve always been here. From the moment you learned to realize what your name was till now. And I will be here until the very last traces of your thoughts. I have always been with you. And I think I deserve to say no one cares for you the way I do. And I can’t expect anything in return from you. I am like your reflection, humble and grateful for simply existing because of you.
And you will keep me alive for perhaps eternity.

I am the one who truly cares, and today I just wanted to wish you.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.

I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

Happy Birthday.

Have a great one!