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.

The orange shirt day

 #orangeshirtday

Biography 08: Dry skin

 In my childhood, I spend most of my time by running, jumping and climbing. It was difficult for me to sit or walk. I didn't want to waste my time by taking care of myself. So, elders faced so much trouble to make me take a bath, comb my hair or any other personal care. Taking lotion or cream stayed far away. Then I faced the consequences. Some skin problems started on my leg, below my knee. It looked really bad. People can easily notice as I use to wear frocks. My mom noticed and put some medicine on it. It recovered, without keeping any mark on my skin.

But it took a while to recover. During that time, kids, kind of banned me in the playground. They played with my older sister. One day I was standing at the side, while other kids were playing. They directly told me, we won't play with you because of your problem. Then a little girl, named Lucky came to me and hold my hand. His brother was also there with other kids and my sister. He told her, "What are you doing? Can't you see her condition?" Lucky looked at me and said, "It's OK. I will play with you. Let's go!" I smiled and run with her to another place and we started playing. After that, we became a very good friend. She is the only person who stood up for me against every single person including her family. We had a small group of 3/4 years old kids.

But my luck was always the same. Nobody stayed in my life. On those days we use to live at South Komlapur, Dhaka. Lucky's brother's name was Russel (Probably). They moved to some other place and I have lost my best friend forever. Still, whenever I feel alone, in my mind I hold my little friend's hand and say, let's play.

Later I have started work in offices. Most of the day I had to stay in a air conditioned room. That makes the room a little dry. So, again I have faced skin problems on legs. This time I went to a skin specialist. They told me, my skin is dry. So, the whole year, I have to put lotion on my skin. Every time I wash my legs or take a bath, I have to put lotion, otherwise, it will create problems. I have followed the doctor's recommendation and my skin problem was gone.

When I have decided to live in Canada, I knew I will again face problems with my dry skin. And yes, I did. Now after every 6 hours, I try to put lotion on my skin. To make things better, planning to move to British Columbia. Where I will get rainy weather. So, I am assuming that will be good for me.

But I can't write down that name for you

 I was watching a celebrity talk show. The host asked the celebrity, "What is your favourite song?". They replied, "Goom hai kisi ke pyaar mein..". I didn't know about this song. So I have searched online And found this:

Lyrics with the English version 

Gum hai kisi ke pyar mein dil subah shaam [Day and night my heart is lost in someone's love]

Par tumhe likh nahi paaun main uska naam [But I can't write down that name for you]

Haaye ram ... haaye ram [O my god ... O my god]

Socha hai ek din main usse milke [I'm thinking that one day I'll meet her]

Keh daalun apne sab haal dil ke [And tell her about the condition of my heart]

Aur kar doon jeevan uske hawale [I'll hand my life in her hands]

Phir chhod de chahe apna bana le [Then it's up to her if she wants to leave me or love me]

Main toh uska re hua deewana [I've gone crazy for her]

Ab toh jaisa bhi mera ho anjaam [Now it doesn't matter what my outcome will be]

Chaha hai tumne jis banwri ko [The crazy girl that you're in love with]

Woh bhi sajanwa chahe tumhi ko [She also is in love with you]

Naina uthaye toh pyar samjho [If she looks up then assume that it's her love]

Palkein jhuka de toh ikraar samjho [If she looks down then that's her acceptance of love]

Rakhti hai kab se chupa chupake ... kya [She's hiding this for a long time ... what]

Apni hothon mein piya tera naam [our name in her lips]

Translation source

Biography 07: Milk

 

One day I was sleeping. My mom came from training after a few months. She woke me up and kept her face too close to me and asked how you are. I just woke up and her face was really close to me that I couldn’t look at her well, I blinked a couple of times.

 

My mom assumed no one (Especially the maid) didn’t give me enough milk. She started giving me milk (Full glass) regularly and frequently. She said, then I became perfect. But after that, I stopped drinking milk. Even if I tried, I puke.

 

I have again started drinking milk when I became pregnant. I wanted to give my baby full nutrition. So, I started by taking a small cup of milk, then finish it by taking small sips. Still, I can’t just drink it. I use cereal and fruits with it. To stay well, I take it regularly at night.

Whatever you have lost, let it go

When we were kids, my youngest aunt (Paternal) uses to live with us. She was unmarried. She always listened to songs. The whole day, the same song. I mean whichever song she liked, the whole day she will play it. Because of this, I had memorized some of her favourite songs. 

After a long time, I found someone posts one of her favourite songs on Facebook, I remember this song, still the whole lyrics.

O mor moynago, o mor moynago o o o (moyna-go) [Oh my love]

Kar karone tumi akela (ekela) [For whom are you alone?]

Kar bihone bihone diba nishi je utola [Whose absence making you frustrated day and night?]

Sheto ashibena sheto firibena firibena (ashbena or ashibena) [That person is not coming back to you, never ever]

Dur dur dur-pane anmone chahiya [Looking unconsciously to far away]

Ki birager raginii jao gahiya [Which sad song are you singing?]

Shobuje shobuje vora banani (bonani) (shobuj or shobuje) [See the green forests]

Furabe fagoon bujhi janoni [You didn't notice that the spring is going to end soon]

Hayre hayre bujhi ta janoni [Oh poor you, you didn't notice]

Moynago, o mor moynago�..

Jhor jhor jhor du noyone jhor jhor jhoraye (noyono or noyone) [By dropping water from your eyes]

Keno thako, bishade mon bhoraye [Why are you always in the sad mood?]

Ja kichu haraye gelo jaak an, [Whatever you lost, let it go]

Nil akashe melo pakhna [Spread your wings in the blue sky]

Dao re dao-re mele pakhna [Spread your wings]

Moyna go, o mor moyna go

Kar karone tumi akela

Kar bihone bihone diba-nishi je utol

Biography 06: Mom

My mom was a full-time worker, and most of the time, she had to work more than her work time. She was doing very well in her job, had taken all the necessary training, and always stayed at the top of her colleagues. When I was 7 months old, my mom had to go to Khulna from Dhaka for a six-month training course. When she returned, I forgot her.

My mom is a short-tempered person. She has high blood pressure. She has gone through several surgeries. But she holds and keeps up our family including my dad's family and her parent's family. I told you she worked really hard for income, then at home to raise 5 kids. She has taken care of our education and also took us everywhere for our extracurricular activities. My dad liked the food, and she used to make different kinds of food. She was the one who worked with the labourers to build our 5-story building. Still, she is maintaining the house and taking care of all tenants. She did it all at the same time.

I love and respect my mom. But I always keep some distance. As I mentioned earlier, she was short-tempered. When she gets angry, she screams and uses her hand like all Bangladeshi moms. I'm the one who suffered most of the time. Because I wasn't good in (Compared to my other siblings) education, I didn't like to read, I liked to run around the house and drop things. One day, I escaped from our home with my sister and went to my uncle's house. My dad once told me, "Why don't you run away when your mom started hitting you?" I respect her. Another day, she was scolding me, and my son was 3/4 years old. He loves both, so he pushed Granny outside the room and locked the door. Then told me not to go outside now.

I know, most of the Bangladeshi mom raises their kid this way, this is their way of parenting. But for me, this situation created a big gap between my mom and me. I never went to her on any issue like other girls do (And they should). I didn't tell her when my period started, I didn't tell her when someone tried to abuse me, I didn't tell her anything that happened in my school, dancing or singing classes. I was all by myself. Still, I am.

I talk with my mom but don't try to continue more than 5 minutes. I know after that we will start arguing. My son loves his granma. She uses to bought him potato chips (Because I didn't want to give him). Even now she asked me to buy chips for him.

My mom is a very hard working woman. She helped every single relative who needed it. she takes care of all of us. Still she works more than me. I wish I could do something for her to make her life a little easier.

Plastic and paper recycle

 

In Canada, if you go to any mall, restaurant or any office, you will see there are different types of recycling bins. Some just mentioned for recycling. Some put name for plastic, for papers and for cans etc. Many people who are conscious about the environment take time and put each item to the dedicated bin and hope that those will be taken for recycling as mentioned.

 

Are they? NO.

 

I have seen some big companies; they took all and put together with general garbage and dump them like that. Nothing is being recycled. It’s like playing with people’s trust. Either they should properly recycle or only have garbage bins.