Biography 219: B(desh), Bangladesh.

The First World does its advertisement very well. People who are not from the First World think the First World is similar to heaven. Deep in their minds, they always want to live in the First World. In South Asia, people call this "Bidesh," which means some other country or abroad. Here, they meant the First World.

In my job some trainers came from India. I knew India is a very strong country comparatively other countries in South Asia. One day, I heard those trainers talking to themselves about going abroad (Bidesh). They were laughing at their poor luck. They wanted to go abroad, and their luck brought them to B(Bangl)Desh. Like they asked God to take them to Bidesh (Abroad) and God put them in Bangladesh.

I didn't feel good. Just wanted to say that Bangladesh has very good travel spots. They are of very good quality, very low cost, very good service, have very good sight views, anybody will love them.

You can try. I recommend.

Biography 19: Our dad went to Saudi Arabia

 We were living at South Kamlapur on those days. My mom had got two opportunities to go abroad. One, to go to the USA for training. The second one is to go to Saudi Arabia to do a government job. After having a discussion with my dad, she decided to go to Saudi Arabia for a job. Because they needed money. I don't remember when my mom left us. Because I was surrounded by my aunts and uncles, neighbours etc. My life was with all of them. Mom has to go to work and stay late to earn money. So, she wasn't that close with me.

But I remember the day when my dad left. My cousin brother took me to the airport. On those days people can view airplanes and runways from a balcony of the airport. My brother held me and showed me a passenger line where my dad was walking towards the plane. I saw him, ok, he doesn't stay with me the whole day, he had a job. So, for me it's OK. He can go anywhere he wants, to do a job. My dad had also got a government job in Saudi Arabia. My brother saw my poker face, he thought I might not see that my dad is leaving. He asked my dad to come out from the line so that I can see him. Dad stood separately from the line and waved his hand to me. I was looking at him in the same way. My brother held my hand waved for him. Dad left.