That is the most familiar face in my life. That face represents my father’s. That face represents my mother’s. I recognize the brown eyes, through which I’ve seen many things in life – both good and bad, beautiful and ugly and things that left me breathless and things that left me in disgust. I recognize those lips and the tongue that touches them. I can see the mouth that facilitates the voice coming out of me, through which I’ve said things that mattered, things that altered my life and not…read more
He’s a man who, amongst other things, would not skip the “t” while pronouncing Chevrolet. He walks with a limp and still moves ever so gracefully to keep up with me. He’s got the smile of a young kid, who not only smiles with his lips, but rather with his entire face as to shed light of joy to the people around him. He doesn’t hear completely well and neither does he have a 20/20 vision, but he sees good in people and what this man has is a heart of…read more
Before I say anything else, I want to share a few words. I will love. More. So much love that no one will have any idea what to do with me. They will watch with a confused look and wonder why I give so much and do not ask for more in return. I will give it because giving is getting and there is nothing quite so important as emptying your heart every single day and leaving nothing undone, no declarations of it unsaid. I will not only stop and smell…read more
May of this year, I had worked with a bunch of my friends at Microsoft who had started a non-profit organization called Spreeha Foundation to help the underprivileged people of urban slum communities. Spreeha, a word which means hope, intention, and strong desire in my mother tongue (Bengali), reflects the attitude of the foundation to do good for the world, one life at a time. If you wish to learn more about them, please visit http://spreeha.org. And now, I’m really excited to announce that if you wish to support the…read more
As midnight draws closer, my sense of wisdom wants to burst out every now so often. And so I shall tonight. I am going to share some thoughts on life, and might I add – trust me, I’m an expert – I’ve lived it. Life is tough. Despite the most horrific experiences in life, life moves on. It has to. Breaking up with a loved one or even losing close ones forever, life moves on. It’s tougher than you know. Life is fragile. So take good care of it. Exercise…read more
It is now officially half a decade since my last presence in People’s Republic of Bangladesh. I miss the people more than anything else and I miss the feeling of just being there. It’s almost scary to realize how time flies. The concept of a home no longer ties to fixed physical location in the map. It ties to a intangible idea. That feeling you get of not really being sure of what home is anymore – I get that now.
So Sheikh Hasina and Khaleda Zia are both head of two opposing parties in my country, Bangladesh. When translating the text (you can read the text, it’s in English :p) in Google Translator from English to Bengali (a feature recently added), it translates to “Sheikh hasina is Good, Khaleda zia is Bad” both the times.
Before you guys all go WHAT THE SNAPPLE… you should know that I’m renovating my site and that this is a brand new installation of wordpress. And no, I’m not sticking to the default TwentyTen wordpress theme any longer than the next few days (if not hours) and will install my own Sufi-made theme soon. Ok, so it’s about1:45am on a Friday morning now; I shall stop writing and begin my work on making this installation support multiple sites (I have plans :D) and then work on making it look…read more
Life presents many unforeseen circumstances. Whether I want to be where I belong, or I want to belong where I am, is a question that I may not have an answer to readily. Not a clear one anyway. What matters is that I’m putting effort in living life at its best with what I have. I neither planned to fail nor did I fail to plan. But life brings many unforeseen circumstances that no one can have hands on – and thus crafting its way to ups and downs in…read more
When faced with the question “Why did you choose to study computer science?”, I feel more like following up with another question than an answer – why not?? I love solving puzzles and it startles me to imagine who wouldn’t! I mean one doesn’t have to be able to solve the Rubik’s cube to love trying to solve it! And in computer science, I feel like every task we perform is a puzzle we get to play around with, whatever the scale and difficulty level it may reflect itself as….read more
In front of me sits a Programming Language Pragmatics book wide open showing two of the many pages I have to study from for a Quiz tomorrow. As I breath away like Darth Vader (much thanks to my stuffy nose), I happened to stumble upon the Apple site to check out what new products they may have and BAM… Apple is showing of its new Macbook Air which they released just today. The new Macbook air features a solid state drive with multi-touch gesture mouse pad, more input ports than…read more
I just got done with my Operating Systems midterm today. In addition to having dealt so much with processes, threads, semaphores, monitors, and everything in between for the last few days, I now have officially lost my sense of sleeping on time. The last few days have brought upon me countless ‘daymares’ fearing getting deadlocked or suffering starvation. Junk food became my best friends, while insomnia became me! The only fun thing I could do was to play the cricket match on Saturday! And now that I’m through with the…read more
I just came back from playing cricket with some of the MSA folks and a 7 year old kid :p. I came home with bruised palms and knees. What’s pathetic about it is that I got the bruise even before the match had started by a, what seemed to the rest as a voluntary, dive out in the pavement trying to catch a ball. Stupid move, Sufi! Once the game had started, however, I took out two of the three wickets in my first over. Yeah that was a shocker…read more
Today was the first day I attended the Muslim Student Association (MSA) meeting at James Madison University (JMU) as an executive board member. I had attended all the meetings this semester before and this one was obviously a bit different. Instead of facing the speaker, I had to become the speaker. So how did it go? I was a bit nervous at first, but when people laughed at my first joke, the response comforted me to go on blabbering about the upcoming events. We are gradually starting to see newer…read more