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.....!!!!!

Mouth Organ

In an winter we went to our grandpa's house in Mohammadpur, Dhaka. In the afternoon i went out for a walk with my eldest brother Sumon. While we were passing a variety store my eyes got stucked in a toy of which i didn't know the name. I pulled my brother's hand and directed him to the toy i watched. He told me that it was a mouth organ. I had an intension to buy that one but i didn't tell my brother coz i knew he didn't have much amount then to buy it for me. But my brother understood all from my eyes. He didn't say anything that day. After a month one day i found a gift wrap kept upon my reading table. When i opened it i was amazed....it was a mouth organ!!!! I asked my mom who bought it for me then my eldest brother came forward and hugged me closely, gave a kiss in my forehead and told that he had bought it for me. I jumped upon his lap and also kissed him. Later i came to know how he managed money to buy the gift. Sumon bhai started saving some portion from his tiffin money after few days i saw the mouth organ(when we got back to our home) and when it reached his target to buy the mouth organ , he bought it at once. The day i got the mouth organ, i was just beyond myself with joy. That night i didn't read anything...always i was playing with my new toy.....that was one of the best gifts i had....

Bachelor like Bosu Nia Uncle....

When i was in class one i used to do funs (dustumi), it was really hard to stop me. So my brothers stopped me by saying "If you don't stop annoying us then we will arrange your marriage with Mita". Mita was a beautiful girl in our class. And my elder brother Rajon always took us both to the school holding her by his left hand and me by his right one. Whenever my brother said that one i stopped annoying...coz i feel shamed(u know i was too little to get married). After somedays my parents also started to say that sentence to stop me from doing terrible funs(dustumi). I just wanted to get rid of that sentence so i might continue doing such funs(dustumi). In our building we lived in third floor and in second floor some engineers lived. All of them were bachelors. One of them was Basu Nia uncle. All uncles were very affectionate to me but i liked Basu Nia uncle much coz he looked like a hero. Sometimes he made fun with his friends saying that "I will always remain bachelor....i wont ever get married". One day i heard it. And that night during our dinner i announced in front of all(my family members) that .. "I promise that I will remain bachelor like Basu Nia Uncle...i will never get married...so stop annoying me by saying that you will arrange my marriage with Mita ". All of them burst out laughing (Our parents were friendly to us...just like bossom friends). I told that to get rid of that sentence. But my brothers didn't stop saying that. Within a few days my announcement was spreaded in my relatives like my metarnal Aunty(Khala), Metarnal Uncles who love me very much. They started annoying me by saying the same. Offfffffff it was terrible at that time(but it was fruitful to stop me). On 2nd November , 2007 when i was in a occasion of my life (marriage) my maternal uncle(Youngest) Ripon Mama told me infront of my wife that "Ki baba, tumar Basu Nia uncle er moto bachelor thaklana!!(Hey dear, will you not remain bachelor like your Basu Nia Uncle!!)". I failed to remain as bachelor. The fact was Basu Nia Uncle got married after 1 year of my announcement. At least i have tried to remain bachelor about 19 years from my announcement...i kept my promise for 19 years!!!!!!

Mother by Mr. Borhan Uddin

Dear Friends,
This story is n't from me...but its a nice one to honor a mother.....plz visit the link.....

http://www.prothom-alo.com/fcat.news.details.php?issuedate=2009-04-08&nid=Mzc2MDE=&fid=MTE=

My first paragraph in English

I was in class two then. One night my father and my elder brother(mejo bhai Rajon) were discussing about writing a paragraph..i.e. making note for the paragraph "The Postman". In my childhood i always tried to show that "i can do it" ...just like sobjanta somsher...a story character (but i proved myself to be better than somsher). I was also reading my English book then. As soon as i heard about preparing some notes from their discussion i asked my father "Abbu Postman mane ki?"(What is the meaning of postman?). "Postman ki kore?"(What the postman do for us?) and "Paragraph mane ki?"(What is paragraph?). My father answered all of my questions with much explaination. Then i told my father that i can write paragraph on "The Postman"...its easy. My father as well as my brothers were astonished. But father didn't discouraged me rather to lift up my enthusiasm for writing he said "If you try to write just one line about Postman i will buy you sondesh(sweets) as much as you want". In my childhood i was very much fond of sondesh...and i couldn't resist my greed. So i start writing...and that time i only knew about "I am a boy" type sentences from my text books. But with all of my efforts i wrote 6 sentences...enough for getting sondesh(sweets). Thus here is my first paragraph in English----

The Postman
Postman is a good man. He is a man. He is not a boy.
He is not a women. He helps us. So he is a good man.

Yeap i took help from my eldest brother to organize the sentences with my word staff and i borrowed the word "help" from him. Then i showed my paper to my father. My father was too happy to see it. He took me in his lap, kissed me in my forehead and then went out to buy sondesh for me. That night i was too happy coz i got many sondesh(sweets) to eat.

My father always helps us to flourish and to culture our thoughts and ideas regarding study in different ways as required.

First advice from my father before going to KUET

I joined Khulna University of Engineering & technology(KUET), Bangladesh on 10th of March...that was a dream...as i had to get there in a hurry so i wasn't able to pass some days with my family.....when i was about to get on my Bus to Khulna...my father hugged me and told.. .. "Son, now you are in a job where you have to remain honest and kind...Remember...Always try to behave well with all...Never try to do harm to anyone....Good Luck"....That was the best advice i ever had in my life till today...c0z that advice helps me to earn a lot of things that i wont ever forget..........and i also advice the same whenever i get someone as my advisee.

I was dressed in a frok (dress for a little girl)

When i was born my parents wish me to be a girl. As already they had two sons so they were expecting a girl as their third child. As i was a boy so my parents specially my mo's dream wasn't true...but the funniest thing was my mom used to dress me up in froks when i was 1/2 year old...so far i remember there was a picture of mine taken in 1985 playing with some toys and having kajol in my eyes, tip in my fore head and frok as my dress. When i was graduated from Khulna University of Engineering & Technology in 2005 , we had a party at our home. That day my mom suddenly made fun by showing that picture and saying that -- " Amar meye ta Engineer hoye gelo!!!".... We had lots of fun that day......And i wont ever forget that picture.....

Samaritans in my childHood

In my childhood i wasn't so gentle as i am now!!! I used to play funny tricks, make cars/planes and always try to interrupt my brothers' works or my mom's. Of course i was afraid of my father but he used to love all of our brothers much. I have two brothers and we are three in total. I was the youngest. So whenever i made some serious fun(dustumi) and made my mom annoyed then my mom got very angry sometimes. At that time she became so angry that she advanced to beat me and then my brothers always came forward to save me. My mother can't beat me due to my brothers...they always somehow managed my mom. But honestly speaking, i didn't try to annoy my father ever coz i was afraid of him much...but till today my father hasn't beat us physically nor any punishment. So, my brothers were the Samaritans for me in my early childhood.

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