All posts tagged: Weekly updates

Wherever You Go Today, You Go Today

I guessed I wouldn’t be able to write when I woke up this morning. I supposed I’d, may be, listen to a bunch of music for the rest of the day. Though, the plan was a bit different when I went to bed last night. I thought I’d write and I’d write about the play that I had watched in the evening. The morning, however, had a different plan scheduled. Autumn rains have its own nobleness; which I believe is entirely different than anytime of the year. So, when I woke up to a moist and dreary weather, I felt the urge to unbind and listen to some Fleet Foxes and, may be, watch a movie and make some music later. But it all took a different direction with the emails of all the new posts published by my fellow bloggers. So I decided to write… But about what…..? The question came up in my mind since I was not willing to analyze the play and write about it today. But then something caught my attention and …

3:34. A thought on Minds.

I have always been curious as to how we would develop our idiosyncrasies in terms of isolation from the world in general. Would it resuscitate the primordial quintessence inside us or beget an entirely new instinct? I believe human mind is incapable of  forming nothing. It’s unable to think of zero. Namely, if we are ever to say “what if nothing would exist. Universe, stars, planets, time, us and so on?” we would not be able to perceive and picture it entirely. Therefore if we are ever to be isolated from everything we would have ascertained the utmost balderdash but there would have always been something to ponder over. To be even more precise, think of someone left alone in void who is free from materialistic illusions and organism and is unfamiliar with anything previously thought and perceived. What would this person come up to? However, while this is not what I am going to conclude, which I will probably be incapable of, it has always been a subject of curiosity for me. What has partial isolation …

“ফার্স্ট পার্সন”: HOLOCENE DAYS PT. 1

We didn’t have a second floor yet. Our house was almost surrounded by trees, some were really big wood apple or bael and mango trees and the small ones kind of formed bushes and shrubs. The bushes concluded into a mound and the mound into a field to the east. It was where my friends and i would play every afternoon. Our house used to have a steeper stoop to the front porch and it was all red in color with enough space to congregate and chat. This activity was a staple back in the days for those sitting as well as those passing by especially on warm summer nights and weekends. The porch was engirdled by half wall and half grille. My granddad would sit in an armchair on there or on the stoop almost all day and would have a little chat with neighborhood folks. Some of them would even drop by to have a longer conversation and cup of tea. My granddad had a very specific routine of things that he would …

One Person at a Time: An Oasis of Serenity Amidst the Heart of Bakkhali

3:30 am was when the phone rang. Nobody answered. 4:00 am, the alarm went off. I woke up, gave a call back, did a few other calls, went to the bathroom, brush my teeth, took the backpack, set out. 5:12 am was when the train was supposed to arrive. Was it on time? I don’t remember. When we reached in Bakkhali it was around 9 O’Clock in the morning. The beach was almost empty like most of the time. Minimalism has always been a thing for me. From a piece of music to a mediocre sea with a wide beach with no or few people, it has been something I’ve always found myself in love with. I have been asked a lot of times why do I love to be in a place or spend my money for a place that has no impregnate beauty whatsoever! Not that I have been able to quench their thirst for a legitimate answer because minimalism itself is a complex and abstract subject. A couple of days ago I …