Life is full of compromises

Life is full of compromises or some times with some sacrifices. I don’t live alone. I had to adjust with my family members, in-law family members, office colleagues, others. I don’t want to have any bad relation with any of them. And it’s also true; I don’t like their 100% of their attitude, decisions, and manners. So I just ignore or over look whatever they do. But some times I loose my tolerance that time may be I shout few strong words which I generally don’t. But I don’t like to do this attitude. But my patient has some limits, no matter how much I accept things…. People break my patient limit.

Still Dhaka’s air is polluted too much

I didn’t test it or I don’t know how to test, whatever I had felt from my personal experience I like to share that.

Coz of health condition I stay at home most of the days. After a long time yesterday I went out to some personal work with my father. We took a CNG auto and after few minutes I start feeling that my eyes are burning. I tried to keep looking down on the road that polluted air may not attack my eyes directly. Special when a motor cycle standing beside our auto I were facing more problem. Once I feel something put on my eyes, I tried to clear my eyes with my finger and I found it is something like black sand.

People who go outside daily may take it as a daily problem like others, but I think we should try to make this air environment better.

Returning gifts

I love to have gifts, but there are some people who give me gifts very few times (maybe once on my birthday) in a year. Anyway, I can expect but cannot ask anyone to give me a gift. For me, gifts are priceless. I never look at how expensive it is or if it is useful for me or not. I just like that the person cares enough to give me something as a gift. I never give my gift to another person or think of returning it.

But all are not the same. Some people always check how expensive the gift is. Some are worse than that. If they feel any bad feelings toward me, they just return my gift. I think I shouldn’t give gifts to these people anymore because I don’t like to take them back.

Organic gardening

This is what we need in Bangladesh desperately. We are now eating lots of chemicals and poisonous things with vegetable and grains. Thing is if you want to stay good you have to grow rice, vegetables in your own field and then process it to eat. My mom does gardening on the top of portico and baranda. She is following organic gardening process. Most of her tress is flowers. I wish she produce some vegetables which can supply us good healthy food.