Footsteps on/at the stairs/door

I think its a common stry in everyone's life but its special. In my childhood, around 3-4 years i have the ability(!!!!) to recognize my father's footsteps whenever he is on stairs near our door. We lived in a three storiyed building, two apartments on both side of each level. Everyday during lunch time Dad use to come home, had his lunch and then went back to office. I used to wait for Dad at lunch time. Whenever i heard footsteps in stairs i could recognize that its my Dad, run fast to the door so i can opened it asap(with the help of a stick though) and jumped into his lap as soon as he entered. Probably every child can(sort of) recognize dad;s footstep. Nowadays, whenever i got back from the office, as soon as i opened the door my princess screamed out from master bedroom, come to me running. I enjoy it a lot.

Warm Reception in Canada with Wine

With a desire of better education(!!!!) i came to Canada on August 27, 2008. Before coming here my KUET alumni Umel bhai(CSE 99) arranged my accomodation here with few other KUET Alumnis and Ex-Buetian. I arrived in London, Ontario around lunch time. Shohel bhai(KUET 97) and Russel bhai(BUET 98) received me, after a while Umel bhai also joined us. They cooked delicious polao, beef and vegetables for lunch, i was astonished watching so many deshi meals here. After we aare done with our meal Shohel bhai went to the kitchen and brought glasses filled with colored liquid. He told me that its a tradition to welcome new member of the house with wine. And both Russel bhai and Umel bhai also said the same. Three of them started drinking and ask me me to join. But i was rigid not to drink, it was surprise for me that they were drinking though it wasn't shocking to me. After few minutes they started laughing and told me that it was not wine, its  APPLE JUICE. They were just joking :D. So, that was my warm reception in Canada with Wine.

Mami na Aunty

On a vacation i went to Grandpa's house at Mohammadpur in Dhaka. My metarnal uncle Noman Mama (who is an Air Force Officer now) was someone special to me due to his style and sportive attitude. One morning he took me in his lap, go upwards by a ladder(it was used to go to the small room upon the roof) and draw my attention to a beatiful girl(she was senior to me) standing in a veranda of a distant building. I asked him "who is she!!" Mama replied "she is your Sharmeen aunty". I dont like the english word aunty rather i was fond of bangla word "Mami". So, i shouted at once "Sharmeen Mami" and waived my hand. Noman mama grasped me and took me down at once. He told me "Mami na, Aunty" and started laughing. I didn't understand.
Now i always addressed her as Sharmeen Aunty and Noman mama has no problem with that coz they got married after few years of that event. I prefer to address her as aunty coz she is superb and friendly to all of us.

N.B. She gave me few hundred dollars to have coffee in Tim Hortons of Canada before coming here...i won't ever forget that!!!! Thank you Sharmeen mami...oooooppppppsssss aunty.

Vanity Bag

This story belonged to my boro nani(eldest grandmom) who was the boro fupu(eldest aunty) of my mom. She was customs collector in ZIA international Airport and i was in class five. We went there to see off my mamoni(Khala) who was going to USA. We, three brothers have great intension to see the internal area of airport. The laws and regulations were too much strict in airport then. My mamoni(khala) said, "Well two persons can go inside with me". At once my brothers went to mamoni and hold the trolly of luggage as my mamoni hold it. They went inside. In the mean time boro nani was there. I asked my mom that i also want to go inside(coz i didn't want to get defeated by my brothers in this event...hahahahah). My mom asked me to go to boro nani. Boro nani said "bhaia, aso, tumare vanity bag banaya vitore niya jai.(Come here grandson and lets go inside)". Then she hold my hand and advanced to the gate. In the gate the security officer asked, "Mam, who is he?" Boro nani replied, "Eita amar vanity bag, airport er vitor ta dekhbe, tai niye aslam.(he is my vanity bag, wanna see inside area of airport.)" The officer understood and said, "Your grandson mam, right." Boro nani took me inside and i saw the different sections of airport first time in my life. Till today, whenever boro nani meets me in any family occasion, she just makes fun saying " kire vanity bag, dinkal kemon cholse?(Hello, vanity, how is going on?)".

Sub-estan-enginar

My father was a sub-assistant engineer in Power development Board(PDB) of Bangladesh when i was in class one. But i can't utter the exact pronunciation of my father's designation though i have been taught many times. So, if anyone asked me in english "What is your father?", my answer was,"Sub_estan_enginar". I got rid of it as i grew up.

A story by Sajib: fresh Engineer, student of CSE 2k4, KUET

This story is from Abdullah Al Mahmood's Notes...he got it from his friend Zamid
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I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels.

My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, 'This Is the Receiving Section.. Here, all petitions to Allah said in prayer are Received.'

I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world..

Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.

The angel then said to me, 'This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them.'

I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth

Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the Door of a very small station To my great surprise, only one angel was Seated there, idly doing nothing. 'This is the Acknowledgment Section,' My angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed 'How Is it that there is no work going on here?' I asked.

'So sad,' the angel sighed. 'After people receive the blessings that they asked For, very few send back acknowledgments .'

'How does one acknowledge Allah's blessings?' I asked..
'Simple,' the angel answered. Just say, 'Thank you, Allah.'
'What blessings should they acknowledge? ' I asked.

'If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of this world. If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy .'

'And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity. '

Also ......

' If you woke up this morning with more health than illness ... You are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day .'

'If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation .. You are ahead of 700 million people in the world.'

'If you can attend a Mosque without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people In the world .'

'If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you're unique to all those in doubt and despair.'

Ok, what now? How can I start?

If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you as very special and you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.

Have a good day, count your blessings, and if you want, pass this along to remind everyone else how blessed we all are.

A TTN:

Acknowledge Dept.: 'Thank you Allah, for giving me the ability to share this message and for giving me so many wonderful people to share it with'

Regards,
Sajib.

Mini : Ek Atta Ek Pran (One heart and one soul)

Its the story about Mini. We met in our stairs of the building we lived. She was junior to me. At first sight i just liked her. Her eyes were round and exceptional. What should i say about her skin.....she was just like a fairy. Her style, approach was exceptional and attracting. Thus i introduced myself to her as Rajib and she introduced her by saying ".........", that was the first word i heard from her and it sounds too sweet. We started playing together, have our foods together sometimes(in different plate ofcourse). Each day when i woke up from my bed, the name i took first was mini. And whenever i called her, she replied me without any delay. We used to play in our veranda coz she had the restriction to go in the field. She liked to run, liked to play with my tennis ball and my cars. She was adventurous. Her favourite game was to jumping in circlular way keeping me in the center. We were just like "Ek Atta, Ek Pran(One heart and one soul)". But my eldest brother was afraid of her coz she used to scratch if she became angry. She scratched me only one time and i wont ever forget that. We had our relation for the next two years. But after that she went away from me without saying anything. Later i heard that she got her perfect soul partner. It was so sad for me!!!!!!!


Hey guyz ... do you wanna know who was she?


She was the cat that i kept as my pet when i was in class one. R u shocked!!!....it was just a fun......hahahaha

N.B. She introduced her by saying "Mew", that was the first word i heard from her.

Stealing in own House

I was a little kid then. And i was very much fond of eating condensed milk....those were so sweet. So whenever father brought can of condensed milk "Danish", i started spying to locate it. My mom usually kept it in freeze. When she was in kitchen i just took the can of condensed milk and went under the bed so nobody could trace me out. Then i started eating.....so delicious. After few days my mom noticed it and prohibited me to do that as it may coz diarrhoea. But it was very hard for me to be abide by this restriction. Thus mom started to hide the can in some secret places. But i was always successful to find it out(just like an ant which finds out the sweets always) and i also started to taste it in less quantity so my mom got no attention to it and she won't switch the place. Sometimes i thought "When i will grow up and start doing job, then i will buy 30 cans of condensed milk each month and will keep them in my office so i may taste each day. I wish to keep those in my office room coz my mom won't know about it and she won't prohibit me to taste it". As the time passed away, i grew up and that habit of mine flew away from me. Those were childish thoughts of mine and whenever i remembered this event i just started laughing.

Magnetic Chess Board --> Crystal Chess Board

This story is about my eldest uncle(Boro Mama), Mr. Ashraf Chowdhury, who is living in USA with his family now and a little bit about my mamoni(Khala) who is always like mother to us. I can't remember the actual year or time of this event but i was not more than 7/8 years. I learnt playing chess just before four months of that time and my coach was my father (He is a good player till now) . That time my uncle returned from Saudi Arab for a vacation. So we all(our family) went to Mohammadpur(my grandpa's house) to meet him. Uncle brought lots of toys, candies and clothes for us. But i was greedy to have a new thing and it was a magnetic chess board that he brought. One afternoon boro mama was sleeping in the middle room and the door was opened. We were afraid of boro mama as he is the senior to all. So i wasn't totally making any fun(dustumi) that day, tried my best to remain as a gentle boy(it was too tough for a kid like me). The magnetic chess board was kept upon the dinning table. I was just staring at that chess board and the thought in my mind was ..."If i can play with that chess board only for once then i will be the happiest person at that moment". I told my brothers to bring the chess board to have a game. But they didn't dare to go as they had to cross the path which was visible from Boro Mama's bed and if our boro mama got up from his sleeping due to any noise then he would be annoyed and our mother might beat(dholai) us for annoying. But i couldn't resist myself to bring the chess board. So i started walking like a cat(silent walk) and i succeeded to reach the dinning table . I took the chess board(70% mission was completed) and when i was getting back to our base then some noise was created(as i was in a hurry). My boro mama woke up and i was just freezed infront of the door(boro mama's room). Boro mama called everyone of us(me and my two senior brothers) in his room. We were just afraid and even we didn't have the courage to say anything. Boro mama asked me (as i was holding the chess board) .. "Rajib tumi ki daba khelte chasso?(Rajib do you wanna play the chess?)." I just shaked my head to reply positively(no speech). Then he asked "Dekhi tumi kemon khela sikheso...jodi tumi amar sathe jitte paro tahole bikele tumader Sangsad Bhovon e ghurte niye jabo..thik ase?(Lets see your expertiseness in Chess...if you can defeat me then i will take all of you to visit Parliament Bhavan... r u ready to play?)". I agreed to play. We started playing and after an hour i won the game...hurray. Boro mama kept his promise. He took us to have a visit of Parliament bhavan...we had lots of fun there. But its not the end of the story..... more surprise was waiting for me. When we were to return to Siddhirganj Power Station(our home) boro mama told me "Rajib amar ghore jao...tumar jonno ekta gift rakha ase...niye aso. (Rajib, a gift is kept in my room for you...go and bring it here)". I went and saw a large gift-wrapped box. I thought it was another candy box. I brought it infront of all and when i opened it, my eyes were stucked....it was beyond my imagination and expectation...its the magnetic chess board....i shouted with joy(in my mind not infront of boro mama!!). Boro mama told me "Try to play this game whenever you have time but not during study time, it will build a constructive strategy within you". That was a lot for me.

In 2005 my mamoni(Khala) gave me a crystal chess board as a gift(returning from USA)...coz she remembered that event and she knew that i was fond of playing chess.

My father got primary scholarship

At the end of class five i sat for primary scholarship examination. My father had a hidden desire upon me to get scholarship in talent pole(It was unknown to me). But i did some mistakes in mathematics of which subject i was confident enough. After the examination i was matching my results with our first girl Moon(She was first among the girls but was second among all coz i was the first!!) and came to know that one of my answer is incorrect. I told it to my father. He didn't tell me anything for doing mistakes. He just told me that "Don't bother about it...lets go home". Later father had a discussion about my mistakes in scholarship examination with our Humayun Sir(He is one of the teachers i respected most) and he had told him in this way "Bhai..Asha to silo sele talent pole e scholarship pabe...ekhon je ki hoy Allah e jane". Humayun sir said "Chinta koirenna , dekhen ki hoy".(i heard it from Humayun Sir). One afternoon i was standing in our veranda. Suddenly i heard my name and turned to the direction of the sound. I saw Humayun sir, i conveyed my salam to him. He asked "Tomar baba ki basay ase?" I replied "No". Then sir said "Unare boilo je uni britti(scholarship) paise ". I then asked sir "Sir, Abbu kiser britti paise, koththeke paise??" Sir answered "Unare bolle uni thik e bujte parbe...ami pore asmune". After a while my father returned home and i informed him at once "Abbu , Humayun sir bollo apni naki britti paisen". After saying that my father took me in his lap...i saw tears in my father's eye...i wasn't sure why he was crying . But i didn't asked him. My father blessed me and told that he got primary scholarship and started laughing with joy. I then asked "Abbu porikhkha dilam ami ar apni britti pailen kivave?". He answered "Britti ta ami e peyesi". Then Humayun Sir, Ashraf Sir and other teachers came to our house, told me that i got the scholarship in talent pole and blessed me. You know guyz..... still i believe that i didn't get the primary scholarship in talent pole...my father got it that year....... he was so lucky.....!!!!!