What You Are Inside Only Matters Because of What It Makes You Do

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Couple of minutes back, I got a call from an unknown number, asking me for my name and location (which is not something unusual from the part of the world I come from since we tend to mix up digits and end up calling strangers, or for the simple fact many of us seem to give change their number and give away their old SIM cards as relief goods). Anyway back to my narration. So the caller asked for my name, so I naturally asked his since he was the one calling. He gave his name and where he works, and although it took me a bit of time to recall, but I remembered that I once faced some problems using my debit card at an ATM booth, and the guard took my number. I got my card back, and many months went by, and yet the guy bothered to call me simply because ‘my number was saved in his phone with no name’ and he thought that ‘maybe it was important’.

 

Now this might be seem like just a nice gesture, something that happens once in a while and makes us realize, ‘Hey! There are good people out there!’ But it got me thinking. Every once in a while, we all say ‘I am a nice person. Why is this happening to me?’ This is happening because the rain is supposed to fall. Just because you are nice doesn’t mean it will spare you and you won’t get drenched. Either adapt to it or stop complaining. The world is only interested to know what you have to offer. Some of us are good photographers, some are good at fixing mechanical appliances….your presence is only worth what you can offer to others. We all have an assigned function.

 

So do something, anything new you want to try out. Learn how to cook. Can’t afford cooking lessons? Use Google and Youtube! Millions of children dying in Africa due to starvation?? Go to the nearest orphanage and spend an hour or two with the children. It might not be a huge achievement for you, but it will help someone else, one way or the other. Thinking about it and not doing anything isn’t worth half a rat’s ass. Image

 

Christian Bale once said “It’s not who I am outside, but what I do defines me. So if you don’t agree with me, at least listen to Batman (No no no, not Affleck).

 

There is nothing called, ‘I will be there in spirit’.  Just be there.

Dreamland

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I saw you in a dream last night. I knew I was dreaming.

And I didn’t want it to end.

Because I was happy to see you.

What a person has to lose

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They often say one must not fall in the abyss as he walks by the edge. How a person becomes exactly the same thing that he fights against.

Be loving, care for others. Don’t let the world change the good parts inside you. You might be hurt at times. But don’t let that change the great person you are.

Always remember that you are an individual. And you will always have to look out for yourself, because no one else will.

Give, give someone something or change their lives in such a way, that they will never be able to repay you. However, they will be grateful, even if they don’t talk to you.

And last of all, love your close ones. Take care not to make too many attachments. The more you care, the more you have to lose, and the more you hurt yourself. Love yourself.

Because you are a beautiful human being.

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The truth is, there’s always someone, someone who’s better than you and replaces you from a place that was once yours.

Sometimes you are just on the receiving end.

 

Musings

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You know at times,
You give up on certain things in life.
At times,
You just start accepting whatever it offers
You find yourself thinking
That it really isn’t worth all the sleepless nights
Or the frequent day dreams
You try to make yourself believe
Hold onto whatever faith there is left
Try to be strong
Tell yourself “It’s all good”
Even when you know it’s not

And then it comes back
Like a cruel joke
To remind you that
‘‘I’m still here”
And you are not as strong as you think you are
You never were, nor will be

Then, you feel something break
And a little part of you dies, again

Bikroy.com-a Bangladeshi purchasing portal

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So I was browsing the net and came across this website- http://bikroy.com/

Perhaps the day we have a Bangladeshi E-bay isn’t far away ;)

Here’s a screenshot:

Check out their Facebook fan-page as well:

http://www.facebook.com/bikroy

My Joes

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Some of my friends give me a look of surprise and exasperation when they witness me ‘blowing’ my money on toys. “Tk1000 (around $12) on just a small toy?? And you don’t even play with them these days” – that’s the standard reaction I usually get.

So what IS actually the utility I get from these toys? Although there are many reasons, but I would explain the most important one – because it is a part of my childhood. They are one of the few things that I can still recall as a child, along with my mother singing me songs.

Back in the early 90’s, my dad occasionally used to buy me Funskool G.I.Joes on my way home from school. They cost around Tk. 30-40 (which is 1/10 the price we pay these days), and by the time I was 6yrs old, I had a troop of around 60 Joes. They were like my own personal army……ready to serve me.

This brings me to two sad incidents which still saddens me, even today. The first one was back in 1993, during my trip to Cox Bazar. I had made a sand castle and had perched Quicklegs and Storm Shadow on it. It suddenly started raining, and unconsciously, I ran to my mother leaving my Joes behind. A huge wave came crashing down on my castle, washing away all the sand, including two of my first Joes……even after 19years have passed since the incident, I can’t help but feel sad about them. And the saddest part is, even after years of searching, I couldn’t find those two specific pieces.

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The second incident was actually a long period of time that included my younger brother, when he was growing up, and took the liberty of ripping out the limbs of my Joes, piece by piece. I will never forgive him for that…and someday when he works, I will ask for compensation. But the good news is, I was able to dig out 12 survivors from the carnage and thus resumed my collection. A happy ending.

So all in all, my toys reminds me of the good old days when school ended at 12 and then the rest of the day was dedicated to naps and watching cartoon shows or playing with my brother. Plus they are still very very cool. :)

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