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Happy Life

So, it’s going on.

You can’t say yourself happy unless you are happy. Life isn’t so easy at all – at least here in Dhaka which is declared by Economist as 2nd worst city in the world!

You’ll never know how long you have to wait under the burning sun for a transportation. So the definition of happiness is a term which we have to consider when we’re staying at home.

Have a look to the picture above. it’s from my balcony. I do water it everyday.

Few updates of my work: well, things around me has changed too fast in last couple of months. This is a site I’ve designed few months ago for Dropndot which was selected as a best site. This is a new kind of recognition of my work and I am feeling great about it.

Right now I am working with building an ad network which is quit a new experience for me. I hope I can tell you more about it later. Yesterday I’ve launched another sleepless night idea with one of my colleagues which you may have a look too.

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Process

Born in Rain

I came to know from my mother that the day I was born was the 8th long consecutive day the sun wasn’t seen. It was raining and raining – all through the days and nights. May be that’s why I like rain a lot.

Last year on this day it was raining the same way and that was one of the most memorable rainy story of my life. I wanted it same way this year too.

Though it was raining in the last evening but now there is no sign. When it was raining I was on the street and there was a thought in my mind – what is the first thing I can remember from my childhood?

How many days I’ve already spent from my lifetime? I guess the bigger half is gone. Oh, there are lot to be done yet! What should I feel now. It’s better not to be worried and keep counting the rest part of my life.

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Look Through the Window

This is one of my favorite view. I often stand beside this window – I can see a lake, a canal taking the dumped water of the city to somewhere, a rail line, passing train, hurrying people, running vehicle, burning sun; even sometimes the gloomy moon!

Often I count the number of compartments of a train, sometimes try to realize how a day dissolve into night, try to figure out how many windows I can count – it’s endless.

Sometimes I think about how many people live in this city. I don’t know the number but I know everyone of them keep an individual world around them. It’s different from each other. It has joy, sorrow, complexity in their own way.

Few more pictures here.

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Back to the beginning

its me… 1993-1997

#1: 1993, as far i remember this was my first picture that was taken in a studio. #2: 1995, i think this time was real wonderful time for me. #3: i was getting tall and thin…

There was a sudden difference in usual life just for few hours. After 3-4 months I went to my village to see my parents. There were some noticeable changes. The muddy thin way turned into a concrete black pitch way and motor vehicle took the place instead of the rickshaw. I was bit upset watching all these developments. Life needs some differences… I don’t want to see all the boring modernity everywhere. I’ve spent some hours there all alone… under the full moon, overflowing everything with the moonlight and for the first time I realized the moon also has a ‘rise’ and ‘set’ time like the sun… when the sun sets in the west, at the same time the moon rises in the east. But I think it happens just for few certain days… I don’t know why. Well I got lot of time to think about myself… my past, present and future. I left my village 15 years back… I was just a homesick kid then. May be that was the actual beginning of the loop… I am moving around circles which are changing their diameter basing on the perspective of time. After 15 long years I found the same homesick kid just with a bit wider and more complex circle around him… is wishing whole heartedly to get back to the beginning… for a fresh start. But it’s impossible … he is in an own made loop which he possibly can’t break himself.