Fob Watch


It is six past eleven. At this time Grandfather would have been snoring happily while his favourite watch minds the time inside his coat’s pocket. Grandfather is not here anymore but his watch remains faithful to the family despite being tossed aside on a neglected corner of the closet. Its relentless ticking often scares the little mice away who dare to poke and play with the little lion perched on the chain. Even though the golden chain has turned rusty, the “Made in England” signature on its body boasts of an aristocratic past.

What a glorious past it was! The watch was a fascination for two generations; the young children and grandchildren who marvelled at the small second watch inside the big watch, locking up the second-hand. Now ticking away each of those seconds, the watch bides its time to join the master.

Khotija: A brighter future in school

“I will send her to college if possible. I want her to be either a lawyer or a doctor,” says Eman Hossain, proud father of 14-year-old Khotija. Eman and his family live in Kutupalong camp in Bangladesh, home to some 13,000 Rohingya refugees from Myanmar who have been in exile for more than two decades.

Khotija’s father, having completed only two years of schooling, relies heavily on his youngest daughter to read official documents and help the family make informed decisions; “She can explain documents and data in the food ration card and medical prescriptions.”

14-year old Khotija loves to draw and plant flowers around their shed.

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The jar of life : setting priorities

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students, “Is the jar full?”

They agreed it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. Continue reading

A Piece Of Heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered around him and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. Pounding smoothly, it had no mark or flaw.

The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about the beauty of his heart. Suddenly, an old man appeared there and said, “Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.”

The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. Although beating strongly, it was full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

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Poetics of Edibles

My friend Michael Chew recently sent me a link of Gaston Bachelard‘s Poetics of Space. I enjoy looking at the ontology and epistomology of things around; so this inspired me to ponder on and write about the simple things in life. The first post is on what we consider edible and our relationship to these ‘foods’.

To a hungry man-worm is meat, moon is bread, roots are salad. 
A drunk has similar outlook towards life.

A mango is ripe not by its color or guise,
but flavour that draws the swarm of flies.
(read mangoes sweetened with formalin!)

Egg sheds shells, a new life twitters
Oyster sheds shell, a pearl brightly glitters
Man who sheds shell, is lost among others.  

What is tastier than drumsticks?
watching a mother hen nursing its babies. 

Break-in, steal kids: Kidnap
Break a nest, steal eggs: Sport


Blue girl swinging by KatieTTBlue girl swinging, a photo by KatieTT on Flickr.


A teary-eyed four year old stood in a queue just inside the school gate, watching Year 1-5 students heading back from the morning assembly into their classrooms. While marching past, the ‘senior’ boys smirked at the bunch of nursery and playgroup kids, who were waiting at the gate to be herded by their class teachers. The girl was annoyed at the smarty-pants, esp Mishall who often saluted the juniors. For some unknown reason, she thought he was making fun of her. “Is it because of my short hair which makes me look boyish, like a soldier?”, she wondered. Or did Mishall figure out she cried that morning too, which she couldn’t help because she had a school fobia! And Abbu wouldn’t let her study at home! The girl sighed and longed to grow up to be on the other side of the fence; attending assemblies, saluting at young kids, being a parent instead-doing all things grown ups do! Continue reading

Wise Doggy Quotes

Whoever had a dog would know what happiness, comfort and trust man’s best friend can bring into our lives. A dog loves its master unconditionally and never judges him/her for their shortcomings. Here are ten famous quotes dedicated to this friendly, playful bundle of joy.

1. A man’s soul can be judged by the way he treats his dog.  -Charles Doran

2. Dogs know it is nice to be important, but more important to be nice!

3. We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare and love we can spare. And in return, dogs give us their all. It’s the best deal man has ever made.  -M. Acklam

4. Dogs love their friends, and bite their enemies, quite unlike people who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate  -Sigmund Freud

5. If you think dogs can’t count, try putting three  dog biscuits in your pocket and then giving Fido only two of them.  -Phil PastoretImage

6. A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down. -Robert Benchley

7. If your dog is fat, you aren’t getting enough exercise.

8. Anybody who doesn’t know what soap tastes like, never washed a dog.  -Franklin P. Jones

9. The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue.

10. A dog can express more with his tail in minutes than most people can express with their tongues in hours!

To be or not to be?

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Image Courtesy: Royston Cartoons

It’s been five months I started working as a professional journalist. I felt lucky when I landed my present job just before graduation. To think I’d only applied for work experience at this network, made the offer too good to turn down.

But Decemer is approaching, a time when people gear up for the new year, often by switching jobs. This calls for evaluating the industry in which we work. Here I reflect on my short-lived career. Continue reading

Is the Whole Greater than the Sum of its Parts?

A philosophical dilemma which has tormented mankind for centuries. It is based on the idea that while each of the individual parts of a composite have meanings on their own, taken together, the meaning may change.

is whole greater than the sum of its parts?

The likes of Aristotle and Einstein have spoken before. I wanted to find out what happens when common people try to have a philosophical argument.

Physicist : In nuclear fission, Energy of the composite object + Energy needed to split it up = total Energies of the separate parts after the split. As far as energies are concerned, the composite object is less than the sum of its parts.

 Sports Star: Secret of my energy? Drinking Boost, running in Nike shoes, fuelling my car with Castrol, dancing with hot models in a Cola ad, you name it! My celebrity image is surely bigger than all the brands I endorse, but to audience, sum of these products equals who I am, the (un)real me!

 Writer: Right! Products are props in a story- be it your pseudo story or my exotic novels! Can you imagine Cinderella without her glass shoes, or a Sherlock Holmes minus the pipe? I find crafting these detailed characters take more effort than writing the whole plot. 

 HR Manager: Spot on! An applicant with character is what I look for. “He must be flexible enough to work in teams and self-motivated to work independently.” When I side with the Japanese, adding up all the individual efforts doesn’t count as much as”teamwork. But when I go with Americans, it’s often a different taste of ‘me-is-more-important-than-us’. 

 Baker: As far as taste is concerned, eating flour, eggs and suger is surely not as tempting as the cake itself!

Physicist: Did you match the weight of ingredients with your final product, Mr Baker? Due to weight loss in mass transfer…

Sports Star: Aha! reminds me It’s time for a club transfer…

Stopping here. Hope you’ve found an answer by now.

What makes me :)

My list goes…

1. As soon as it finishes eating, my dog wipes its mouth on my skirt. Pretending to be adorable, it uses my dress as a towel!

2. I run out of credit and my phone operator sends a 40% recharge bonus. Coincidence?

3. A saree-clad woman sweeping the street smiles absently as I walk past.

4. A secret glance, pat on the shoulder, a ‘like’ on facebook.  It’s thrilling to feel admired for that very second or less, eventually lost amongst the trivia of our lives.

5. The seed I planted months ago and watered diligently, bursts into baby roots.

6. The grilled fish turns out perfect! Lemon, salt and right temperature do wonders.

7. Watching a father-daughter wedding dance. (Watch it 1:15 onwards…hilarious)

8. The line, “amake marben na ami choto” (Don’t hit me, I am petite) written on the back of a rickshaw.

9. Winning a criss-cross game.

10. Flipping through old albums, spotting a photo of me wearing grandma glasses.

Would love to hear what makes you smile. Share by leaving a comment.

Trapping the Sun on my Roof

When 50% of Bangladeshis don’t have access to national power grid, it is not surprising that the country has had the fastest growth in solar power usage in the world. Last week my landlord installed a Solar Home System (SHS) as backup power source for my house. Each of our apartments will now have two lights on whenever there is power cut- enough to carry on with basic chores. So I join more than one million Bangladeshis using green energy .

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Solar Panel on My Roof

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