Thursday, July 28, 2016

Planting Seeds

Outstanding speech by Hilary Clinton. I hope her inclusive vision becomes triumphant over Trump's exclusivity and fear based propaganda. The following quote from Hilary's speech I found to stay with me for a long time: "Though we may not live to see the glory, as the song from the musical Hamilton goes, "let us gladly join the fight." Let our legacy be about "planting seeds in a garden you never get to see." That's why we're here...not just in this hall, but on this Earth." 

Beautifully said!

Politics

Some of the speeches at Democratic National Convention were inspiring. Here are my late night thought before falling into sleep: In the end, the decency, generosity and compassion of Americans I have personally known about will swipe away the despicable bigotry and intolerance of demagogue based politics.

Also, loved reading a GQ article tonight. One memorable segment about Obama's legendary legacy in history I found to be eloquently stated: "This year’s carnival election, with Trump as a kind of debauched circus barker, only makes the distinction clearer. The absurdity and car-crash spectacle of it all have already lent Obama an out-of-time quality, as if he were a creature from another, loftier century. Whatever happens next, I feel this in my bones: We’ll look back at history, hopefully when we’re zooming down the Barack Obama Hyperloop Transport System, and think: That man was rare. And we were damn lucky to have him."

Link to GQ article: http://www.gq.com/story/obama-greatest-president-legacy

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Does Reading Fiction Make You a Better Person?

Reading fiction, especially literary fiction, makes one feels more empathy toward others more than any other forms of writing. A good quote from Sarah Kaplan's article, "When we read about other people, we can imagine ourselves into their position and we can imagine it's like being that person, ....That enables us to better understand people, better cooperate with them." And that also helps lessening the heartless stereotyping of anyone. Gotta read more good fictions!

Link to Sarah Kaplan's The Washington Post article: Does Reading Fiction Make You a Better Person?

Saturday, July 02, 2016

Pray for Bangladesh, Pray for Humanity


Words have meaning
As do sentences
Weaved by cacophonous words
Our languages
Dialects like the colorful butterfly
Fluttering wings
Spread over the fragrant flowers
And vibrant leaves of summer

Our tears have roots
Like the tree of knowledge
Curved into the depth
Of abyss
Crisscrossing mushy mud, pebbles and stones
As if a meteorite striking
Past the twinkling star

Bones tremble
Like the rattling train engine
Our words and tears
Put a wrapper on our numb agonies
Witnessing the vibrant leaves,
Colorful flowers wither away
Even the sunny summer and sprinkling rain
Could not hold back their gloomy demise

One day
We will depart
This world of immeasurable grace
And allure that the singing birds
Praise in every dawn and dusk
All the stones will remain
As the mushy mud and the pebbles
In sandy beach will be washed
Again and again by ever salty ocean
Our simple hopes and aching love
Our cowering fear and muddy rage
All washed away
Riding the frothy waves
Of bygone humanity










Sunday, June 12, 2016

Terrorism is Injustice


It's heart breaking! Hoping one day the world will get back its collective compassion and sanity while the mindless terrorism, brutal wars, political violence, deepening bigotry and hatred will be cast aside for the sake of neglected humanity. Martin Luther King Jr. said it the best as it does not matter who the victims are, wherever they are, from the hacked bloggers, minorities and ordinary men and women in Bangladesh, gunned down civilians in Tel Aviv, relentless mayhem and subjugation of populace in Palestine, the heart wrenching massacres in Paris and Brussels, every day blood letting in Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan, Somalia and increasingly in Turkey, repeated horrors in Pakistan, or the drowning of hundred of helpless migrants in the mediterranean, or the senseless murders of innocents in a gay night club of Orlando, "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly."

What does get accomplished inflicting pains, sufferings, injuries and deaths to the people but more pains, sufferings and inciting bigotry? What political end does it seek to establish but a desolate world where everyone cowers in fear of their very own shadow?

My deepest condolences to the families of the victims.

Saturday, June 04, 2016

Rest in Peace Muhammad Ali

Ali, Ali, Ali
Chant the fans,
The roaring crowd
Muhammad Ali
Cassius Clay
Who floored Liston, Frazier
Norton, Foreman
Saying hay! 
Who is the prettiest one?
"Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee
The hands can't hit
What the eyes can't see"

Ali, Ali, Ali
Muhammad Ali
The meanest, the greatest
The poet dancing
With the gloves in the ring
Said no to war and bigotry
Without fear but full of
Alacrity, lived everyday
As the very last one
And the last one 
Has arrived and gone
To dimming dusk

Ali, Ali, Ali
Muhammad Ali
Rest in peace the crazy
bravest man!




Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Climate Change - Stephen Hawking's Warning

Stephen Hawking's dire warning regarding the catastrophic climate change: "a more immediate danger is runaway climate change,” Hawking said. “A rise in ocean temperature would melt the ice-caps, and cause a release of large amounts of carbon dioxide from the ocean floor. Both effects could make our climate like that of Venus, with a temperature of 250 degrees.”

Climate change is the single most devastating threat the world is facing. With unified global collaboration the world must face it and implement a practical solution in urgent basis. 

Saturday, May 07, 2016

Fort McMurray Fire

The pictures and videos emerging from the burning fire in and around Fort McMurray are painful to watch. An entire town was evacuated, thousands of homes and other infrastructures are burned to the ground. Families had to leave their home and all belongings, most will be lost in the raging fire. I never thought that a major city like Fort McMurray would face so sudden and drastic demise. 

People from all walks of life in Canada and beyond along with Canadian federal government and Alberta provincial government have come forward to help the evacuees. A firefighter friend of my, Chris, is already in the raging city, battling the fire with utmost devotion, the devotion to protect people's home, school, offices, hospitals, playground and industrial areas. Many have opened their homes, taking in the devastated fire evacuees. And many more have donated
to Red Cross, even going through a tough, turbulent economy in Alberta, that
didn't resist them sharing their dwindling resources, including money.

These are all hopeful signs of an intact humanity. With the collaboration among many thousand people in and beyond Alberta, people are uniting to help the fire evacuees.

The worse does bring the best in people.


Friday, April 22, 2016

Dear Prince and Beloved Queen

Rest in peace dear Prince
Happy birthday beloved queen
Songs of love without mince
Bolden Royal smile, pristine

I thought you are immortal
Will live forever above fractal
Of life and villainous death
Queen is alive, long live the queen
But the bat dancing prince died, 
leaving the colourful blooming wreath
Scattered around the dismal gloom

When the doves cry, 
All the birds flutter wings and fly
Away, far away.


Friday, April 08, 2016

Arsenic Poisoning in Bangladesh Is Still a Danger to Many

I thought this problem was resolved years ago. When the news came about more than a decade back, lots of international activities were observed. Many deep wells were dug, many promises were made by successive Bangladeshi governments and international organizations and many sympathetic nations. It's not that all these efforts were just simply fruitless. Many millions got spared from drinking arsenic contaminated water in Bangladesh. But according to this news article published in ABC it is the poor, the most marginalized and the people with no political clout are suffering the most because of rampant nepotism and the overall poor governance in Bangladesh. Here is an excerpt:
"An estimated 20 million people in Bangladesh are still being poisoned by arsenic-tainted water — a number that has remained unchanged from 10 years ago despite years of action to dig new wells at safer depths, according to a new report released Wednesday by Human Rights Watch. 
The New York-based rights group blames nepotism and neglect by Bangladeshi officials, saying they're deliberately having new wells dug in areas convenient for friends, family members and political supporters and allies, rather than in places where arsenic contamination is highest or large numbers of poor villagers are being exposed."
In a democracy based nation like Bangladesh this should be totally unacceptable. The current secular government has taken many good initiatives that helped many poor and the impoverished people but there should be no tolerance toward nepotism where selected villages get preference over the neglected ones because of political consideration and not based on scientific facts and need.

Reference: 
1. Bangladesh Failing Spare Millions from Arsenic Poisoning.

Saturday, March 26, 2016

We are 'children of the same God'

Pope Francis washes the feet of Muslim migrants, says we are 'children of the same God' from The Washington Post

My deep respect for the great Pope Francis. One does not need to believe the same or any religion to recognize the symbolic gesture of compassion shown by this pious man to the vilified human beings (children, women, men) who fled the wars, many of them are now facing the backlash of bigotry spawning from the political exploitation. Goodness still has the core residence in this world. Pope Francis is one of the good souls like many in different faiths and non faith whose relentless struggles over zealots and fools are the source of inspiration.

Friday, March 25, 2016

What's Happening - a poem

What's happening 
Boy, twisted metal
Blaring sirens
Destroy the 
Musical scream

Deep into the night
Dark time screeches 
The passersby
School children 
Throws the books 
Of science and art
Out the cryptic window
Uttering flamboyant vow
Not to return
To the lands of the vulgar creep

Mourning the mangled dead
The bloody hat, prosthetics
Colourful, and cheery
Riders of the galloping horses
Squeezing the eye lids, scrutinize
All that look different, hazy
Muttering the words of flame

Shame! Shame! Shame!
Says the neighbour,
Shopkeeper, random man
With dry washed suit
And the lady pushing a stroller
Out of here! Out of this land!
Says the mass in electronic flare

What's happening
Had happened before
Times and again
Here, on this land
Where the freedom reign
With the songs of glory
Of Beauty, goodness supreme
There, the invaded,
Chastised, incinerated
Where little children
With dried tears and muffled groan
Play tic tac toe 
On bloodied mud and stone
Or colouring the Easter Egg
Near the smashed skull 
And bones of ma and papa
Without atone 








Saturday, February 13, 2016

All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

All the Light We Cannot See
A fantastic book, read like an epic prose poem, so much emotions, incisive observations of the war when the good and the bad collided, the dreams and the yearning for a life and longing for the loved ones, the blindness of meaningless war that had claimed so many innocent lives!  All the light we cannot see through our ordinary eyes and senses, that the colluded mind bounces from, only the brave and the kind soul who can stand affirm and say boldly no to injustice of any kind eviscerating fear to thousand pieces can have the meaningful glimpse. 

Read this book and let your forever young heart cries in agony and smile with joy in taking the simple pleasures of life, as did the blind girl and the misplaced "very small" soldier with his precocious sister felt. 

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Victor E. Frankl's deeply impactful book "Man's Search for Meaning"

I am glad that I have just finished reading Victor E. Frankl's deeply impactful book "Man's Search for Meaning". The writer was a psychiatrist who had survived the terrible Concentration Camp during the Second World War. The main part of this book was written not too long after the writer's release. Every page of this book I found to be meaningful, so eloquently written the humaneness of our existence, through sheer sufferings and joyful freedom. I could not resist myself sharing some of the enlightening words of wisdom from this must read book that to me are timeless. If you read one book this year, I humbly recommend that pick up this book and read it from the beginning to end, highlighting the words and sentences written by a man with a kind and genuine heart. 

Here are some excerpts: 

"In reality there are only two races, namely the “race” of decent people and the “race” of people who are not decent."

"That decent people are in the minority, that they have always been a minority and are likely to remain so is something we must come to terms with. Danger only threatens when a political system sends those not-decent people, i.e., the negative element of a nation, to the top. And no nation is immune from doing this, and in this respect every nation is in principle capable of a Holocaust!"

"only two types of politicians: the first are those who believe that the end justifies the means, and that could be any means . . . While the other type of politician knows very well that there are means that could desecrate the holiest end. And it is this type of politician whom I trust"

"What then is man? Thus we ask the question again. He is a being that always decides what it is. A being that has within it at one and the same time the possibility of sinking to the level of an animal or of soaring to a life of near-holiness. Man is that being which invented the gas chambers; but he is at the same time that being which walked with head held high into these very same gas chambers, the Lord’s Prayer or the Jewish prayer for the dead on his lips."

"Freedom, however, is not the last word. Freedom is only part of the story and half of the truth. Freedom is but the negative aspect of the whole phenomenon whose positive aspect is responsibleness. In fact, freedom is in danger of degenerating into mere arbitrariness unless it is lived in terms of responsibleness."

"And in their last words there was not a single word of hatred—only words of longing came from their lips—and words of forgiveness; for what they hated, and what we hate, is never people. One must be able to forgive people. What they hated was simply the system—the system that made some guilty and drove others to their death."

"nobody has the right to wait “until things become clearer” and to continue to live only provisionally. As soon as we try to shape the provisional, it is no longer provisional! Whether it is the provisional in the big things or the small things—each of us has to reshape our own “provisional” life into a definitive one. Nobody is allowed to wait any longer—each of us must pitch in—each of us must ask ourselves, as a wise man asked sixteen centuries ago: “If I do not do it—who else will do it? And if I do not do it now—then when?”"

"And so we should not only remember the dead, but also forgive the living. Just as we reach out our hand to the dead, across all graves, so we reach out to the living—across all hatred. And when we say: Honored be the dead, so we should add: And peace to all the living who are of goodwill."

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Kazuo Ishiguro's The Buried Giant

This is the third book by Kazuo Ishiguro I've read. Like the other two books I'd read years ago, namely The Remains of the Day and Never Let Me Go, The Buried Giant transported me to a different time and a place, about 1500 years in the past, in the land of craggy hills, desolate cairn, musty warren where in the wild the giant ogres roam, pixies swim and crawl from the depth of the river, and the fog covers the 'peaceful' land, where the inhabitants suffer from the sweet forgetfulness, and even a dragon's poisonous breath hovers over the land.

The character development I found to be skilful. The main characters, the old couple Axl and Beatrice are on a journey to see their only son, and the story unfolds, layer by layer from their arduous journey. Two great warriors, an old knight from the time of King Arthur and a travelling warrior from the 'Fenland', cross the path of Axl and Beatrice. The descriptions of the ambience and dialogues of the old Britons and Saxons, move this story in and around of various human complexity, while the writer keeps the core essence of the story intact.

Kazuo Ishiguro is good in writing parables and The Buried Giant is a well crafted parable, invoking the never ending cycle of vengeance and war, the heartless brutality that the ancient wars brought, and the lives of the ordinary people, their love, betrayal, grief and longing for the loved ones, are the major themes of this memorable book.

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Neil Gaiman's The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Neil Gaiman's The Ocean at the End of the Lane is an excellent story from beginning to end. Once I started reading, it was hard to stop reading this fabulous book. The vivid imageries and the tight story plot are awesome!  Loved it. 

Monday, December 07, 2015

Sinusoidal Troll - a Poem

Along came a serpent exhaling
The miasma of smoky air
Hissing the twisted tongue
At all the beautiful there
For the serpent’s venom
Is meant for all
No discrimination in its
Poisonous crawl

Some in near and far
Gloated as they see it as a friend
That will vanquish all the misery
And the subhuman fiend
But the sinusoidal troll chuckles
Wrapped in grimy hiss
As it readies the toxic teeth
For not so friendly blitz

Saturday, December 05, 2015

Picture Frame - a Poem

Picture Frame - a Poem

The dusk before night appears. After a day of warmth,
bellowing wind and the bare naked trees without leaves
and crumpling flowers on the frigid boughs holding on
to the dear life as it recedes from the disappearing
memories of balmy spring.

Rummaging through old photo albums of days
fade out color, smudging corners of decaying
picture frames, brings back those laughter
loud and alive, those faces and eyes no longer
in visible spectrum of this glorious world.

As dusk turns into a night, the sliver of broken moon
glows the tiny speckles of icicles on the metallic roofs
of parked cars on the street, while the dark alleys
and the rows of neat slumbering houses prepare for
a long wintry night of dreamless sleep.


I wrote this poem after getting inspired reading the following prosy poem of Raymond Carver. His internal rhyming, the brilliance in musical devices that this writer of immense talent wrote, is beyond my rudimentary poetic ability at this point of my life.



After-Glow by Raymond Carver

The dusk of evening comes on. Earlier a little rain
had fallen. You open a drawer and find inside
the man's photograph, knowing he has only two years
to live. He doesn't know this, of course,
that's why he can mug for the camera.
How could he know what's taking root in his head
at this moment? If one looks to the right
through boughs and tree trunks, there can be seen
crimson patches of the after-glow. No shadows, no
half-shadows. It is still and dump....
The man goes on mugging. I put the picture back
in its place along with the others and give
my attention instead to the after-glow along the far ridge,
light golden on the roses in the garden.
Then I can't help myself, I glance once more
at the picture. The wink, the broad smile,
the jaunty slant of the cigarette.



Sunday, November 22, 2015

My Fear for You, My Son - a Poem

My fear for you, my son
while holding you closest to my heart
listening to your mild heartbeat
My fear for you, my son
Is the world turning into
a void full of people
without remorse or regret

You walk and giggle
all the pure delight shining through you
You hold my fingers tight
while exploring room to room
touching new things, objects of your fascination
dancing with your favorite nursery rhymes
and building structure with colorful blocks
you say broken words, made up words
no language puts barrier
no religion clouds your simple thoughts
and pleasure exploring the world
as it is and not make believe by the idiotic adults

My fear for you, my son
while feeding you a squeezed orange
smearing your face with my clumsy palm
that you will grow up in a world
receded to the time of medieval feuds
where the cries of oppressed and dispossessed
are laughed and jeered at with beguiling farce




Badge - a Poem

A night like any other night
A day like any other day
Trudge along the spiteful blight
Dimming the golden ray

Of hopes and dreams
Simmer under the scorching sun
While the sliced moon beams
Over the trembling swan

As the birds and the bees
Fly away from the raging fire
Engulfing flowers and trees
In desiccated dire

Premonitions of a day
When badge wearing humans
Dissipated into bashing gray
Ash, everlasting doldrums!

All the anger and hatred
Thrown at the dehumanized souls
Becalmed at last in kindred
Spirits of acquiesced ghouls

Friday, November 13, 2015

Pray for Paris. Pray for Beirut




Pray for Paris. Pray for Beirut,
Baghdad, Istanbul
Pray for all the dead,
dying, injured
Pray for lost innocence,
End of hatred
Pray for children
Your, mine and refugees'
Who will inherit this world
Gone mad
with shameful indifference!

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

On This Remembrance Day

Freedom is never free, someone said, and the poet Czeslaw Milosz said, "The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them." Remembering all the fallen souls who sacrificed their lives to make this world a better place. Ultimately, senseless wars and violence have the great potential planting the seeds of more wars and violence of the future, but sometimes to protect the innocents and humanity brave souls embark on the difficult journey. I can't even fathom how brave one must be staring down the barrel of a tank or crawling through the fields of mine to rescue the stranded human beings. My maternal grandfather, Moniruddin Ahmed, was one of those brave souls, a world war warrior fighting for the Allies, shoulder to shoulder, combat to combat, along with his British and Indian Army comrades in Europe, who died too early. Today, on this remembrance day, I salute his sacrifice and the sacrifice of countless many like him, regardless of creed, race, national origins, as I recognize that in life and in death the silly hyperbolic differences turn out to have no value, but the solidarity towards the common yearning of a better humane world is invaluable that the dead of the wars surely want us to remember on this remembrance day.

Wednesday, November 04, 2015

Tahmina Anam's Article: Bangladesh on the Brink

Tahmina Anan, the critically-acclaimed writer of A Golden Age, a well written novel that I had the pleasure of reading some years ago, is bold and brave pointing out the key issues surrounding the growing murderous criminality in Bangladesh. She rightly observes the following in her The New York Times article:
"Even if the intelligence shared by America and Australia is right about Bangladesh, that is only part of the battle the country now faces, because the threat to pluralism doesn’t come exclusively from outside our borders.  
It comes every time someone questions a fellow citizen and asks whether his version of Islam is the real one. It comes when people first appear to condemn the death of the bloggers but then qualify their condemnation by saying that the bloggers may have, after all, offended the faith. It occurs when we accept the casual racism directed at minorities, whether they are Hindu or Shiite or from one of the indigenous communities.  
Those who threaten us from beyond our borders are only capitalizing on a trend that is already tolerated, and sometimes endorsed, by the wider population. The attacks on foreigners and on citizens who represent a secular Bengali tradition reflect the rise of a sharply conservative Islamist nationalism in Bangladesh. As we adjust to this new era, we would do well to remember that intolerance begins at home."
In a pluralistic society, people has the right to peacefully practice their religions or non religions. In a peaceful nation that Bangladesh sees itself to be, good decency also dictates not to show intolerance, either verbally or by written words towards anyone's faith or non faith. However, having said that this is also true that every living human being also has the right to say whatever he or she wishes to say without inciting the raw hatred toward another person or a community. And above all, no one has the right to kill and maim another human being just because he or she said or written something that is opposing to someone's deeply held faith or ideology.

What I see in Bangladesh is severe polarization, mainly across the political line. This is the same gruesome mentality "either you are with us, or you are with the...", fill in the blank with whatever you would like this to be, say, "terrorists", "Islamists", "bloggers", "atheists", etc., purposefully denigrating words to dehumanize the opposing group of people for the sake of total domination. The political factions in Bangladesh from both sides of the polarized boundaries have to wake up to reign in their hatred spewing words and activities. I believe there is still time to turn this culturally diverse nation back to its congenial core, being tolerant, secular and truly democratic by deeds and means.

Sunday, November 01, 2015

Justice - a Poem

Such a loaded word
justice
as if it has any real meaning
when words get torn out 
ripped asunder 
from pages of dusty books
countering the crooks 
becomes only a daydream
of gullible poets and writers
who are haunted 
by the phantom menace

The words dance 
in the cloud and the mind
alike, where the ferocity 
and calculated grin
arising from shadowy goon
swoon over the pen
a writer holds on his hand
thinking to write the next word 
or not, instead catching 
the bubbles of silence
floating mid air  

Justice not served
as justice denied
a father's agonies is heard
from afar 
travelling across Ethernet
like a category five hurricane
brooding on the ocean
calm tears, reminder 
of a storm, havoc in waiting




Monday, October 12, 2015

Silence is Complicity

Richard Cohen's article titled "The Bigotry of Trump and Farrakhan" is well written, made good points on bigotry and why silence is complicity. Here is an excerpt from this Washington Post article
"More troubling are the people who think they can parse their messages, accept what they like and discard the rest. This is possible with ordinary public figures or politicians. You can, say, endorse their foreign policy but not their position on ethanol. But when the salient piece is a call for intolerance — sometimes stated, sometimes not — then the culprit is not just the speaker but also the listener as well. Silence is complicity......But I also believe that we all have an obligation to repudiate bigotry and not think we can use it to serve a political purpose. Many thousands failed to do that over the weekend on the Mall, and many more have done something similar by supporting Trump. For them, I have just one word: Shame." 

Thursday, October 01, 2015

One Day

One day, the world and its populace will be more matured. One day, the science and technology will leap to a new evolutionary height, so helpful to all humanity, uplifting the dispossessed and the poverty stricken from the depth of despair, solving all the human created and natural problems that have befuddled humanity from the time of antiquity.

All the refugees who are desperately crossing the ocean, walking through the darkened woods and forests, sneaking through the barb wires, children, women, men, elderly and disable human beings, leaving all their possessions in the rubble of their ruined homeland to find a better place for a decent life, one day the collective core of goodness of humanity will be awaken, will not stay silent on the sideline seeing the humiliation and tears of their fellow beings. One day, all the hatred and dehumanization will be things of the past, and the world and its happy populace will march forward toward more maturity and respectful coexistence on this tiny planet, the third rock from the sun, in a solar system that is only one of billions residing in a galaxy out of countless many more.

We are like the dust speck. So minute, so insignificant in the overall cosmic expanse. In this tiny bit of our existence, sharing the minuscule amount of time with the other fellow beings, humans, animals, plants. One day our insignificance will be clearer, we will know our place in existential insignificance but will also know the significance of our conscious conscience.

Life is beautiful. After my son was born, new light has brought new insights. It is as if I have gone back to my own childhood. He loves to play ball, tries to throw it with his tiny arms, and excitedly says "bawwwl". Pointing to his picture books, he says, "book", one of his very first words. He loves to "read" books, though at this age, only 16 months old, he can only understand the pictures in the book, but already started picking up a few alphabets.

Life is indeed beautiful. Even amid all the troubles and travails, daily routines of work, world is still a beautiful place. Every breath that we take, every moment that we spend with our family, the loved ones, bring joys, happiness and contentedness.

One day, all humanity will be united for the common goal of the betterment of each other and our tiny planet and beyond.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

The Fake Meat Revolution

"Fake meat" is on the rise. This possibly will have positive impact on the reduction of green house gas as the "livestock cause more greenhouse gases than the entire transportation industry". Also, this is an ethical issue. Humanity has progressed in achieving more compassion towards fellow humans. The logical progression of this compassion is to be more inclusive by abandoning the antiquated brutality that are being done on animals of all kinds for their meat. 

I like the writings of Nickolas Kristof. In this NYT article, "The (Fake) meat revolution",  Mr. Kristof shows how the pent up market demand and the advances in science and technology will eventually provides more viable options for the "weak willed" to get rid of this inhuman murderous appetite once for all. 

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Rest in Peace, Oliver Sacks

Oliver Sacks died today. A great loss for the humanity. I have come to known about his writings from his various articles, haven't got the chance reading any of his books yet though came very close to reading his book on music titled Musicophilia (now regretting not reading it). In February of this year I'd read his article in The New York Times, a meditative writing coming to terms with his terminal illness. Here is a memorable snippet from that article:
"There will be no one like us when we are gone, but then there is no one like anyone else, ever. When people die, they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate - the genetic and neural fate - of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own, to die his own death."
Tonight after learning of his passing away, I have read two of his more recent articles. The first one is titled, "My Periodic Table" and the second one is "Sabbath". In both of these articles, Oliver Sacks confronts his terminal illness, but doing so also provides a sense of belonging in this universe, the peacefulness that is the core essence of every human being's spirituality.

Life is short. The overused cliched sentence that it flashes by too quick is very true. All these precious moments of ours, daily chores, work, family, love, relationships, the pursuit of wealth, longing for happiness, are what make us what we are. All the senseless enmity, violence, wars, political exploitation, endless greed and shrewd pettiness, seem so shallow in the face of very finite life. Oliver Sacks had great mind. Even facing death, when it was not an abstract concept anymore, he still pursued his passion in writing, reading science articles, playing piano, swimming, and living life as intensely as he could.

Here are a few beautiful segments of Oliver Sack's last articles. From My Periodic Table:
"At the other end of my table - my periodic table - I have a beautifully machined piece of beryllium (element 4) to remind me of my childhood and of how long ago my soon-to-end-life begun."
 From Sabbath:
"And now, weak, short of breath, my once-firm muscles melted away by cancer, I find my thoughts, increasingly, not on the supernatural or spiritual, but on what is meant by living a good and worthwhile life — achieving a sense of peace within oneself. I find my thoughts drifting to the Sabbath, the day of rest, the seventh day of the week, and perhaps the seventh day of one’s life as well, when one can feel that one’s work is done, and one may, in good conscience, rest."
Rest, Oliver Sacks. Rest in peace.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Warming Seas Rising Faster than Predicted

Is it an alarmist article? Like many other similar warnings from reputable scientists, this new warning about warming seas faster than predicted, having global catastrophic consequences for the humanity, may not receive the adequate attention from the world populace. Out attention spectrum is shifting like a nomadic wind, from one distraction to another, from entertainment to sports, mind boggling senseless violence and wars, gossiping about the celebrities and other shape shifting fiasco. All the while this world, our very home planet, the only one so far we know conclusively supporting organic lifeforms are rushing toward an environmental calamity from which reversing the devastating possibility of submerged and washed away populous cities and nations may become a frightening certainty.

Here is a snippet from the post-gazette.com article:
People need to be prepared,” Josh Willis, an oceanographer at the agency’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, Calif., said on a conference call. “We’re going to continue to have sea level rise for decades and probably centuries. 
The new numbers up the stakes for coastal communities from Miami to Tokyo to Dhaka, the low-lying Bangladeshi capital where more than 14 million people live. NASA’s projections are on the high end of the 1- to 3-foot increase estimated two years ago by the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change,
You may say it a "baseless" super alarmist prediction, and I sincerely hope that it turns out that and that our world still has the time to reverse its course from the path of sure and non-discriminatory self destruction. Hope is all that is left.

Reference: http://www.post-gazette.com/news/environment/2015/08/30/Warming-seas-rising-faster-than-predicted-NASA-scientists-

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Can a Novelist Be Too Productive?

I love Stephen King's writings. He is one of my favorite authors along with a few other exceptional writers. When I was a teenager, his novels and stories that I'd read, had profound effect on my love for contemporary English literature. Whenever time is available in these days of dwindling time in the middle of workday and family life, I still pick up his latest novels. To me Stephen King's prolific output is not shallow contribution to the world of literature.

His latest article on New York Times points out some snobbish ideas that some holds in the upper echelon of literary world that writing too many novels and stories diminishes a writer's worthiness as a great writer. In some cases this claim is true but as Stephen King states, "No one in his or her right mind would argue that quantity guarantees quality, but to suggest that quantity never produces quality strikes me as snobbish, inane and demonstrably untrue."

Here are some profound observations from Stephen King:
"I understand that each one of us works at a different speed, and has a slightly different process. I understand that these writers are painstaking, wanting each sentence — each word — to carry weight (or, to borrow the title of one of Jonathan Franzen’s finest novels, to have strong motion). I know it’s not laziness, but respect for the work, and I understand from my own work that haste makes waste. 
But I also understand that life is short, and that in the end, none of us is prolific. The creative spark dims, and then death puts it out. William Shakespeare, for instance, hasn’t produced a new play for 400 years. That, my friends, is a long dry spell."

Reference: Stephen King: Can a Novelist Be Too Productive? http://nyti.ms/1KQJXJ3

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Oil Price Tumbling

Oil price is in free fall. Close to $40 a barrel. A shocking downfall from its peak hovering way above $100 a barrel not too long ago. Fear has impact on market. A few factors seem to be behind the oil price fall.

First the supply glut. This is possibly pushing the price down steadily. What is surprising to me is the path that OPEC has taken so far by not cutting the production level. Only plausible reason could be that OPEC is putting pressure on the "unconventional" oil producers, a calculated move to push the competitors away.

Second is the lowering of demand. Because of low oil prices many businesses are affected, directly or indirectly, thus reducing the demand for oil. That's the conventional wisdom. However, some observers pointed out that this time around the "lowering" demand may not be the significant problem, it is the supply glut that has overwhelmed the demand. Here is a quote from the International Energy Agency:
Global oil demand in 2015 is expected to grow by 1.6 mb/d, up 0.2 mb/d from our previous Report and the fastest pace in five years
Oil is a finite resource. Eventually we will run out of it. Alternative energy source will fill the vacuum. However, before that inevitability, our world is not prepared to have any other major energy source than the carbon based fuel. Yes, it has the devastating impact on climate change via increasing the green house gas. But for now the world does not look to be prepared to embrace the alternative energy sources entirely without building the right infrastructure first. 

Fareed Zakaria has some timely observation, troubling but may prove to be true in the long run. First he quotes his conversation with a few oil insiders: 
Nick Butl former head of strategy for the Italian energy giant Eni, says, “There is no way to stop this phenomenon.” He predicts er, former head of strategy for BP, told me, “We are in for a longer and more sustained period of low oil prices than in the late 1980s.” Why? He points to a perfect storm. Supply is up substantially because a decade of high oil prices encouraged producers throughout the world to invest vast amounts of money in finding new sources. Those investments are made and will keep supply flowing for years. Leonardo Maugeri,that prices could actually drop to $35 per barrel next year, down from more than $105 last summer.
The impact from the sustained downward progression of oil price is uncertain, though there is already economic repercussion in the forms of jobs layoffs, shrinking profit margins of big to small businesses, not only oils but the retail sectors are affected too. Globally, it may also bring political instability in some of the most volatile regions of our world. Last time the oil price tumbled it was in 1980s. As Fareed Zakaria observed, then the former Soviet Union collapsed, though it is possibly debatable whether the oil price was the sole reason for its collapse.

No one is certain how low the oil price would go in its current slide. Some say it has almost reached its bottom most price and some say no, it would go further down, even may hit $10 to $15 range. These are all guesses like the extreme guesses of oil price to reach $250 or $300 not too long ago.

Alternative energy sources have a long way to go before becoming the mainstream suppliers of energy. However, in recent years the advancement in solar, wind and battery energy technologies is astounding. Perhaps this chaotic oil price and the volatile market may open more opportunities for the alternative energy producers to grab hold of more market share. That can be a positive outcome out of this tragic economic slide.


Sunday, July 26, 2015

Normalcy

Not writing anything, no blog post, no comment. This has become normal for me these days. In the old days, the words flew naturally from the tip of my fingers typing furiously on a desktop or laptop's keyboard to the monitor. So many ideas! So many things to write about! The relentless bad news from media, newspaper, magazines, forums, etc., and there gone I stooping in the corner of my quiet room, typing away the thoughts, opinions, pondering about the humanity, the terrible indifference towards the agonies of the distressed, the blood cuddling wars and the senseless violence, the silence of the vast majority in the face of injustice and shameful bias.

The world has not changed much while the flow of my words has ebbed away. The ferocity of the tormentors over the tortured and the oppressed souls, mostly those who have little or no voice to protest, being uprooted or bombed away, incarcerated in the cleverly exploited political maneuvering.This everlasting story from the antiquity to the present, in various shapes and forms, looks to remain the same.

Lately I have read a few good books. One of them is called The California written by Edan Lepucki. A post apocalypse novel. Story plot wasn't bad, the writing was good, I was gripped from the beginning to the end. The central theme that has stuck to me even a few months after I've read the very last page, is that how easy it is to fool the mass population in the name of doing good, or combating the bad guys but all the while creating and assisting the bad guys from the beginning, for the sole purpose of remaining in the power and perhaps assisting other despots to retain the power as well. Fiction is a good medium to speculate, as there is no concrete evidence a writer may have to prove any of the seemingly "hyperbolic" premise/claim, but a writer's credit lies in crafting unforgettable scenarios, chapter by chapter, deepening the story's characters while revealing the bigger truth that non fiction does not dare to ask most often. In these days of digital age when binging on Netflix movies and TV series is coined as perfectly normal, reading good books has taken the back seat for many. That's a great loss! Movie cannot compete with a finely written book, with a possible few exceptions.

Enough of my ranting on this Sunday evening. I wanted to write a few words, after many weeks of total inactivity in the world of blogging.

Happy summer everyone!

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

The Doubt Essential to Faith

Powerful words from Lesley Hazleton on doubt and faith. Earlier today I've first seen this respectful writer's another excellent presentation from 2011 on the page of Samira Karim, that made me curious to read up on Lesley Hazleton and I found this TED presentation of her from 2013. Many misconceptions exist about Muslims, and also misconceptions exist among Muslims about people from other religions or non-religion. Having the privileges of living in several countries spread around multiple continents, I have learnt that the core essence of being human with full of hopes, joys, anxiety, fear, dreams and daily struggles are very much the same in every living being of our world regardless of origins, complexion and other shallow worthless and artificial dividers. My humble salute is for Lesley Hazleton, an agnostic Jew, and other fearless and bias-less writers and speakers who are not afraid speaking the truth, and who share many of humanity's common yearning for a peaceful world.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Refugee Crisis

UN's François Crépeau on the refugee crisis: 'Instead of resisting migration, let's organise it' http://gu.com/p/47y4b/stw 

"would we find acceptable that our sons and daughters be treated the same way if they were in the same circumstances? If we answer no, then we have the answer to our moral dilemma."

Thursday, April 16, 2015

The Circle by Dave Eggers

Dave Eggers' The Circle: Well paced and cleverly crafted novel with scary allegories portraying a time not too far in the future. A future that has lots of similarities with our time but that is progressing toward a "complete circle", though benevolent in its purported intention of getting absolute transparency and supposed honesty from every level of the society but as the predatory shark shows in so painstakingly detail metaphor that all the good intentions may get submerged by the base instinct of unchecked predation. Dave Eggers' "The Circle" is a thought provoking novel.

Wednesday, April 08, 2015

Science on Diets

New science on cholesterol, eggs and vegetarian diets http://goo.gl/9LWTDg Politics in food! Who knew?

Tuesday, April 07, 2015

Social Media is Helping Moms Win the War Over Public Breastfeeding

Social Media Is Helping Moms Win the War Over Public Breastfeeding: http://ti.me/1DdfOE8 breaking the ridiculous cultural fixation. Excerpt fron this good article:

"The problem isn’t social media; it’s our cultural fixation on women as objects to titillate and entertain rather than women as human beings with lives and hardships. By using social media to mobilize our efforts to gain the right to breastfeed without being harassed, we are turning the tide, slowly — one picture, one instance, at a time. But until we can affect a deep change in the way society views women in general, and breastfeeding mothers in particular, we will not be able to win the war."

Monday, April 06, 2015

Vegan diet best for planet

Federal report: Vegan diet best for planet  http://goo.gl/SVwXdC - most possibly is true but the meat industry is too powerful. Change it.

Saturday, April 04, 2015

A Real Life Hero: John St. Jean

A real life hero: "Someone's got to protect the underdog." My utmost respect to John St. Jean. May he recover quick. A man like him is more needed in this world.

Link: http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/edmonton/john-st-jean-on-life-support-after-beating-in-grande-prairie-parking
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How come a mother is prevented to nurse her seven months old infant?

I am flabbergasted seeing this first on Saima Jamal's page. How come a mother is prevented to nurse her seven months old infant? I thought intolerance resides in the faraway la-la-la lands only! Delusional naivete.

From: https://www.facebook.com/jamie.l.davis.50: "I brought my 3 children to "the fun dome" in Edmonton and will never do that again! My 7 month old was fussing and wanted to nurse so I started feeding him and was told by the staff that it was not appropriate to feed him there. I told them that the law states that a breastfeeding mom can nurse her child anywhere she is lawfully allowed to be and was attacked verbally by them and another mother and told that's not how it works here I should go back to my own country (I am a Canadian born and raised, so are my parents grandparents etc) and how could they explain to the other children what I was doing the manager came to talk to me and told me that if I wanted to feed my son I must do it elsewhere so I took my kids to leave while waiting for a taxi outside the general manager came out I told him I'm leaving you don't need to bother me and he said that me feeding the baby is the same as if someone was to come in and start smoking I told him that in no way are those two things even remotely similar then he said that he doesn't want to hear us complain I will never go there again and I will discourage everyone I know from going too Please share so we can get the word out about these kind of places"

Confronting Our Intolerance

We all killed Avijit and Oyasiqur http://t.co/VhYYC5bIIq Confronting our own ingrained intolerance is the first step for a better world.

Friday, April 03, 2015

Human right is transcendental

Blogger sentenced to 1,000 lashes http://wpo.st/2A_B0 human right is transcendental, unbounded by any so called "red line". Free Badawi! No compulsion in religion.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Opposing Discrimination

Opposing discrimination takes courage, it’s time for all of us to be courageous. A timely article: http://wpo.st/mHTA0

Thursday, March 05, 2015

Ei Duniya Ekhon To Aar - Instrumental Music



Instrumental music of a Bangla song that Mitali Mukherji sang many years ago. Music director of this melodic song was Alauddin Ali and lyricist was Amzad Hossain. This song was originally recorded for a Bangla movie called "Dui Paiser Alta".

Bangla lyrics:

এই দুনিয়া এখন তো আর সেই দুনিয়া নাই
মানুষ নামের মানুষ আছে
দুনিয়া বোঝাই
এই মানুষের ভীড়ে আমার
সেই মানুষ নাই।।

এই মাটির দেহ খাইলো ঘুনে
দেখলো না তো কেউ
সারা জীবন দুই নয়নে
রইলো জলের ঢেউ
আমার দুঃখের কথা কইতে গেলে এ
ই দুনিয়ার সবাই বলে
শোনার সময় নাই।।

হায় এখন বুঝি দারুণ সময়
বদলে গেছে দিন
কেউ আমারে চায় না দিতে
একটু সময় ঋণ
আমার মনের বাগান রইলো খালি
সে বাগানের সুজন মালি
বলো কোথায় পাই।

Sunday, March 01, 2015

A Tribute to Avijit Roy

The news of Avijit Roy's brutal murder in Bangladesh stunned me, took away all my words for last few days. I knew Avijit from the early days of discussion forums and blogs, had good exchanges of ideas and debate with him from time to time. Last few years I've lost the contact with this man of profound curiosity and genuine outlook to understand our common humanity and existence.

The murder of this immensely talented writer by the thugs, whose identity still remain unknown even though there were many security cameras pointing toward the exact spot where he was struck from behind amplifying the cowardice killers' heartless method once more, even allegedly only a short distance from Bangladeshi law enforcement folks who just looked on while the killers assaulted Avijit and his wife in front of many other onlookers. No one came forward to help them. No one screamed and showed compassion for a human being who had in his relatively short lifetime always stepped forward to protest against oppression, suppression and the killings of the innocents around the world. 

The ideas that Avijit professed, the core nature of humanity without being wrapped up by the established dogmas, may that sound offensive to some, he had every right to express his thoughts. His usage of logic and rationalism to counter all the illogical, unscientific and heartless ideas of every forms and shapes, brought him intense anger from the extremists and their equally horrendous sympathizers. I have not much to say about the extremists of all kinds, as the very reprehensible existence of extremism I believe is self sufficient for the need of their urgent elimination from the progressive humanity. I have one quote to share with the sympathizers of the extremists, a quote from the pastor Martin Niemoller (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_they_came_...)
First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

Avijit Roy was born in a wrong century. Though we have made steady progress from the days of antiquity full of intolerance, bigotry, racism, and pure thrust for acquiring power and wealth by subjugating the vulnerable, the likes of humanitarian Avijit Roy would have been more welcomed in a not so distant future, when all these anti progressive ailments most possibly will be read only in the books of thankfully bygone history. Then, in that hopefully a more tolerant and inclusive future world, the likes of Avijit Roy, Bertrand Russell (one of Avijit and my favourite writers), Thomas Paine, Rabindranath Tagore, Kazi Nazrul Islam, Humayun Azad and many other dreamers of a better world devoid of hatred and intolerance, will be remembered and revered kindly and with the respect they deserve. 

One good thing I believe that will come out of Avijit's tragic demise is that his ideas of rationalism will proliferate to many, will help to eradicate the darkness of ignorance. One of the earliest books that I'd read written by Avijit, it was in its first draft I believe when he had sent me a copy to read was rightfully titled, "Alo hatey choliache adharer jatri" that literally translates to: "With lights traversing the travellers from darkness" - I can see Avijit Roy is that traveller with lights in his out stretched hands, traversing the world of darkness to lift the veil of ignorance. 

May Avijit's long held noble dreams come true!



Thursday, January 08, 2015

The True Power of the Pen

Words cannot be compared with the glistening swords or the mighty guns. A writer can only hope that the words that he writes has meaning, that can inspire human souls to dream for a better world. From the time immemorial, freedom of expression of all forms, in written, in artistic paintings, satirical cartoons, poetry or prose, metered or un-metered, came under incessant attacks from the fringe quarters, sometime from the highly pompous and mighty, and sometime from the alienated and disenfranchised rebels that in many times get exploited and stringed like the meagre pawns on a strategical chessboard. 

Violence, the killings of innocents, writer, the cartoonists, the editors, in the name of any religion does not do any good service for that religion or any belief system. Humanity has gone through many cross roads in its restive history, for which only a few thousand years of provable recorded documents exist, many more perhaps could have existed if our ancestors were not involved in the violent wars and pillaging of the vanquished treasures and documents. The slow but the unmistakable troublesome symptoms that are gaining its momentum, creating the unwanted intolerance, giving the justification of revenge and more wars and terrorism in the name of pursuing the proverbial (hypocritical) peace or justice (injustice), have the striking similarities with the painful past of the forgotten oppressions and massacres of countless many in the name of so called "peace" (hypocritical) of the violent bygone eras. 

How to counter this growing menace? How would the humanity that indeed has made the proud progress in the realm of basic human rights and protecting the innocents from the vile predators after many generations of travails and trials? It's not an easy task but the theoretical concept is not a difficult one either. In the days of instant news, lightning speed social media gossips, and the evolutionary technological marvels, melting the hardening mindsets of intolerance, bigotry and vengeance filled arrogance must be faced head on. 

This world has full of good people who go to work daily, earn their livelihoods after hard work to feed their family, building or keeping the roof intact of their beloved home, share laughter and agonies with the loved ones, cringe hearing the senseless bloodshed occurring near and far. Like the overused cliché "a few bad apples",  of course a few totally rotten souls are engaged in the acts of violence and terrorism, clueless and deranged thinking the shedding of blood of the innocents would bring any honour to their severely misinterpreted creed or belief system, utterly failing to comprehend that these sorts of heinous acts only embolden the bigots (other few bad apples) in their pursuit of establishing the absolute bigotry, shrouded by whatever masking elements available in a given time or era. 

Words and other artistic expressions are powerful, not in the sense of sharpened swords, knives, guns or the killer drones, but just like the slow burn of a heated water pad that can heal and soothe a bruised muscle, words can, at least the hope is, that words and the art/cartoons can change a few hardened mind at a time, even in the time of mind shaping instant news and muse. 

Mahatma Gandhi said it the best, 
“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is like an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.”
The ocean does not become dirty from a few drops of dirty water, Gandhi was right stating this basic fact so many years ago, but the world has changed dramatically since his time, mostly because of the technological/scientific progress. Now a "few drops of dirty water", like the "few bad apples" can not only spoil its minuscule local vicinity, technology has enabled the spoilage to reach further if not checked earlier. Good words, the freedom of expressions can certainly play a good role stopping this rotten spoilage spreading further. 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Can Words Describe Grief?

While writing these words, I find myself stumbling, how to say anything on what happened in Pakistan earlier today. Innocent school children in Peshawar and their teachers were murdered. Can poetic words convey the true grief, cries and agonies of souls? Perhaps a gifted poet can, but the ordinary people like me who read or hear this news from near or far find themselves as utterly shocked. How low has the humanity stooped to! These days it is increasingly difficult to get a true picture on what is really happening in the remote corner of the globe like the troubling spots in Pakistan where the lingering battles between the Pakistani government forces and the Taliban and other rebels cost so many lives! Innocent children, women and men are gunned down or blown to pieces almost everyday. As if there are no values left for the human lives! Only remain the boiling anger and vengeance in the name of exploited political and ideological twists. Who is telling the truth and who is not? If one side kills a hundred, the next day the other side kills a thousand.

Like the other parts of our world, waging more wars cannot solve the root of this problem. It was tried and failed. Unlike the New York Times Editorial board that thinks otherwise, I believe that Pakistani government should be approaching this problem with cool head. Apply the diplomatic and also the military pressure. Diplomatic pressure is to find a peaceful resolution of the problem. And the military pressure is to make sure that the most radical faction of Taliban or any other extremist groups do not get another chance killing more innocent children and civilians. However, this attempt will fail if the government of Pakistan exacts the similar vengeance filled revenge, killing countless civilians in the impoverished and voiceless segments of its populace. As this will only continue and escalate this never ending horrific cycle.

Terrorism and its volatile cousin the omnivorous war do not have any place in humanity. Our words fail to describe the tears in the eyes and pain in the heart but our resolve should not be wavered for trying to achieve peace and put an end to this madness.