Biography 11: I have started irritating people

 Kids always know, what they want. If they can’t express it with words, they can cry loudly. I was like that child. I knew what I want then I tried my best to get it. Sometimes by crying, by lying or by stealing (Only from older sister).

 

Let I give you some examples, my parent took me to the children’s park (Shishu park). We all like to ride on the train. And I wanted to get a seat at the front cabin. Because that gives you the best scene. But that was already taken, everybody took other seats. But I was very strong with what I want. I didn’t get on the train and remain standing on the platform. So, my mom had to stand with me, the train left with all. On the next trip, I had got a chance to sit at the front with my mom and enjoy the ride.

 

I liked pickles very much. It’s a little different in Bangladesh than in Canada. It is very tasty. So, my mom uses to divide pickles among us by herself. I ate my part very fast and kept an eye on my sister’s part. After finishing my part, I use to take her part from her hand very quickly and eat it. She had nothing to do but cry.

 

I liked to tell stories. If I didn’t have anything to say, I had made it. Older people became confused, whether they will believe me or not.

 

I love to be loved. Everybody does. But as I told you, I kind of force to get it. So, I asked my family members to take me in their lap and have around in the area. That’s not enough. Then I didn’t want to get down. No one can keep me like that forever, but I started crying if they tried to put me down.

 

I like to run a lot and jump and climb up. Older people didn’t like my nonstop moving around the house. They all used to tell me the naughty girl. I had irritated every single people in my family and relatives.

 

I didn’t want to sleep; my family always get trouble to put me to sleep. My youngest uncle wonders, without sleeping how a kid lives like that.

 

My parents put me in a school a playground class. My first school was “Wills Little Flower School”. It wasn’t very near our house. My youngest aunt was mainly responsible to take us (I and my older sister) to the school. She always faces trouble with that. After dropping me into the class she came out of the school and found I came with her too.

 

I didn’t like to be seated inside the class. My teachers had to give me the treat to get my attention. At the end of the year, I failed in that class.

 

So, my popularity became 100% to 0% by the time I was 3 years old.

 

Later, I have changed totally. I had started sleeping a lot, stop talking, stop making friendship became very calm, stop asking for anything, always try to adjust what others won't, not seeking attention from anyone, play alone and even don’t like to ask what I should get, stop complaining, sacrifice for everyone, everything, let go of what I should have, became religious and don’t take any revenge etc.

 

Because I don’t like to see people unhappy or irritated with me. If you don’t want me, I will leave. I like to be happy.

 

My schoolteachers including the headmistress and relatives surprise a lot. They used to ask my mom, what happen with this girl.

Information about future bride or groom

 

In Bangladesh, there is some common activity, before getting married. One of them is to get information about the future bride or groom. Generally, people go to that girl’s/boy’s area and ask neighbours about them. Or to those people who may know about the future bride or groom. Whatever those neighbour or people said, people believe it. Sometimes they break the relation on basis of this information. There are no further queries or validation checks about that info.

 

The reality is, you don’t know these informers. Are they reliable? Are they telling you the truth? Whatever proof they are showing, are those good enough to decide? NO. But who cares? You will find another girl or boy for your family.

 

What happens, many times you get the wrong information. People basically don’t want any good for others. They feel jealous of every single good step in another's life. So, whenever they get a chance, they spread false information.

 

Some are different. They don’t want to make any harm to others. So, even if they knew something, they just hide it and say something good so that the new relation doesn’t get hampered.

 

So, either way, you will get the wrong information.

 

Some people want to make themselves important. So, they create some new information and present it as a very important truth.

 

How can you rely on these people’s information? You can ask. But try to verify that information. Before making a final decision ask the girl/boy directly. Let them have a chance to clear themselves out.

 

I can give you an example. Someone asked our neighbour about our older sister. That neighbour also has a daughter who was studying with my sister. So, the person thought, the neighbour might give her good information about my sister. The neighbour said, my sister, got second division in SSC. Then the person said, but I heard she has got star marks! The neighbour became angry and replied, “What happens if she has stars, she had passed in second division!” We would never know about our neighbour’s mentality if that person didn’t ask us about it.

 

The reality is my sister has got star marks in SSC. And got placed 13^th in HSC. None of our family ever got Second Class in SSC.

Biography 10: dropping the oil

 

In my childhood I liked to jump, dance, run all day all over the house. The geometric design of our house helped me run from one bedroom to another and to the veranda, sometimes the kitchen. Traditionally (Bangladesh kitchens) our house has the gas burner on the floor and So all the ingredients. Including oil. When you are jumping, running and dancing, it’s hard not to kick something. For Some reason I couldn’t stop knocking over the bottle of oil and then the bottle dropped on the floor and it’s hard to clean grease off the floor and the oil is an expensive ingredient.

 

The first time I dropped the oil my mom told me to be more careful. The second time the exact same thing happened. I really don’t know why it happens repeatedly. My mom became very angry, but she still just told me to be careful again. OK, I will be careful, I thought. Then, For the 3^rd time in a row, I knocked it over again, I knew, no one can save me now. But there is no harm to try to save yourself. So, I went to my older sister and told her to “tell mom that the oil dropped by itself” I knew that everyone will believe her. My mom heard that from another room, she started to laugh hard. So, I kind of saved myself. I was right, we should try to save ourselves.

I like this old song very much.

 I like the music of this song, so much.

Lyrics with English version:

jawaan hai muhabbat, haseen hai zamaanaa

lutaayaa hai dil ne, khushi kaa khazaanaa

muhabbat karen khush rahen muskuraayen

khush rahen muskuraayen

na soche hamen kyaa kahegaa zamaanaa

kyaa kahegaa zamaanaa

abhi tak mujhe yaad hai wo kahaani

yaad hai wo kahaani

na bhoolegaa bachpan ka rangeen zamaanaa

haan rangeen zamaanaa

yahaan aankhon aankhon mein baaten huyi hain

kisine na dekhaa kisine na jaanaa

haan kisine na jaanaa

tum aaye ke bachapan meraa laut aayaa

laut aayaa

milaa hai mujhe zindagi ka bahaanaa

zindagi ka bahaanaa

Translation: (Provided by nahm)

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In these beautiful times, love became young

My heart overflows with an abundance of happiness

Be in love and keep smiling full of gaiety

Without a worry about what the world will say

Still remember that story of love, I do

Can I forget the days of youth and colourful thoughts?

Now, our eyes have said the things that matter

No one else has to see and know these things

You have come and the days of my childhood are back

Have found a new purpose in life, I have really!

Source: Atul’s Song A Day- A choice collection of Hindi Film & Non-Film Songs

Biography 09: Little people’s gang

 

If you have an older brother or sister, you can relate to this situation. When they play, they don’t want you to play with them. Because you are small, you can’t play like them. Nobody wants to listen to you, because they think, you only speak on unnecessary issues. No one cares what you want, because you are a very little person, so you don’t have any need. Whatever elders decide about you, that’s final. You don’t have any word.

 

I have heard, people want to go back to their childhood. I never want it back. I like the freedom. I know I make lots of mistakes. But still, I like to take a final decision about myself. No one else shouldn’t put anything on me.

 

When I was about 3 years old, I started facing problems with older people. In those days’ guardians didn’t feel trouble to let kids go around the neighbourhood. So, all kids like me in a neighbour made a group. The reality is older kids kind of push us back in a group. And I became the gang leader. My first leadership. I used to listen to all, But the final decision is mine. I am a good leader (I believe).

 

On Eid, there is a big Eid fair use to hold on to the Komolapur Railway field. Hour home was near that place. All kids collected Salami the whole day and then go the fair to shop and enjoy various rides. I wanted to go there. But older decided, we have nothing to do over there and it’s a burden for them if must take and look after us. No one will like this decision. So, we kid decide to go by ourselves. We knew the path, we can walk.

 

We didn’t have much money but whatever we had we took it with us and went away. After a few hours’ parents notice a bunch of kids are missing in the neighbour. They asked the older kids and they have no idea what happens. As the whole group is missing, they understood, we are all together, probably went to the fair. Why not?

 

I don’t know how we get inside without any ticket, or there was no ticket. It was very crowded, so soon we get separated. We didn’t mind. We all know how to go back home. It was in my neighbour. I was looking at toys (Kitchen cook wear) and thinking about how I can buy those with a small amount of money. Suddenly I felt someone put a hand on my shoulder. I looked back; it was my uncle. Then he had a big smile like EUREKA! He said, no worries I will buy you whatever you like. Let’s go home.