Perhaps Love

This is the lyric of one of the my most favourate songs………… The Bengali version by Sumon is also wonderful.

Perhaps Love

John Denver

Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm

It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm;

And in those times of trouble when you are most alone

The memory of love will bring you home.

 

Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door

It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more;

And even if you lose yourself and don’t know what to do

The memory of love will see you through.

 

Love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel

For some a way of living, for some a way to feel;

And some say love is holding on and some say letting go

And some say love is everything, and some say they don’t know.

 

Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain

Like a fire when it’s cold outside, thunder when it rains.

If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true

My memories of love will be of you.

 

Some say love is holding on and some say letting go

Some say ove is everything and some say they don’t know.

 

Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain

Like a fire when it’s cold outside, thunder when it rains.

If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true

My memories of love will be of you.

 

 

 

The success is inside …………………………….

 

Sometimes you get so disappointed!!!!!!!!!! Only sufferer knows.

Friends are inspiration. But there are times when they let you down. It’s not they are selfish, rather nobody can be  perfect and can think about all of the friends. Good friends notice what others miss. At your hard time, they’ll come up with good ideas, encouragement. Nevertheless, you will see them also miss something.

Best friends- they are different and special in any sense. They are caring, they notice so many things………………….. beyond imagination. Life seems so beautiful, so perfect. Again there are hard, nay harder, not appropriate, the hardest times when you see they can even let you down. You realize sometimes the world is really very small for you. You know they can never mean to hurt you, still you can feel the feeling deep inside your heart. Knowing what others feel is an art and art is never perfect.

But never let yourself down. Keep your heart strong, mind determined, face the challenge. As long as you have the confidence, success will shower upon you. The moment you give up, its the End, even before the end. Never be that coward.

Remember The success is inside you………………………………….. try to see it, it will take care of the rest.

 

Ears that cant hear, hands that cant touch …………….

Hi

As usual, this is my another diary, Written long ago!!!

Mejho thought it was the best.

Anyway, here it goes, the abridged edition.

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Some people are yet in worse position than me. Some can not eat,some don’t have clothing,some other have no place to live,some have no facility of health care and education.

Some don’t have the eye to see the beauty of dancing flower, the flying of butterfly,the view to see the waves in the paddy field, the outlook to enjoy the true beauty of life and nature. Worse even many of them have the eyes like me.

Many don’t have the opportunity to know the beauties, don’t have the facility of getting enlightened, the freedom of thinking freely, the faculty of understanding things positively.

Many don’t have the hands to touch, the foot to walk, the ear to hear. Yet many of them are physically complete. Strange!!!!!

It really hurts me when I see the many of the flowers will not bloom not due to their fault.

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A walk to remember, Perspective: Dhaka

�It was an interesting evening after all. Had a walk through waters of Dhaka city. But I guess its quite common for Dhaka city dwellers.

11:59 BST

06-04-2006

Having busy time with Penicillin’s chemistry. It’s little hard, but chemistry has always fascinated me.

Last night was I had a memorable walk, A Walk To Remember, Dhaka perspective.

My Amin mama came to our house. He was about to leave for his brother in law’s house at Moghbazar. All of a sudden, rain came. Roads around were flooded within 10 minutes. So he had to wait till the rain as well as road water was over.

At last at around 7:45 pm we decided its the time. Mama is new at Dhaka, so we had to take a rickshaw for him. Unfortunately none of them was willing to go to our desired destination. So we had to walk. The walk was never ending. We kept walking and walking, found many rickshaws. Alas! None of them was willing to take mama to Moghbazar. Roads were still half filled with water. The sewerage system of Dhaka is so pathetic!!!!

At last we got a rickshaw, but not before walking past Malibag circle through watery Kakrail road.

Was it interesting??? May be, but it was surely “A Walk To Remember” at least for some days.

Have to carry on with Penilloaldehyde. Bye now.

12:13 BST

06-04-2006

Simulation saves two

Hi!!!!
This is my 1st blog, is there anything special with it?? May be. Cuz there is always something special in 1st. Someone will get the meaning
Starts with a diary part……………….an interesting one of course!!!!!!!!

06:33 BST
24-02-2006
Wow! That’s awesome.
My each long drive comes with unique experience.
Yesterday was a busy day. Firstly, with bioinfo report of me and my friend’s group. Then with long drive along with a courageous person!!! Replaced brake plate and repaired brake drum of both front wheels, went to Dikens’s place, he took me to Babu Bhai’s house, showed Mustaq Bhai’s living place, met Himel, called Sathi and Moutusee, dropped Murgi to her home, returned home at last around 10 pm.
My driving was lot better, at least I felt. Took only calculated risks, controlled myself, sprinted occasionally when instinct said its ok. Clocked my highest, somewhere between 120 and 125 kmph.
Traffic jam is the worst experience of the day!!!! Also narrow roads to Babu Bhai’s place.
Basundhara is always a nice place to visit. Shammu wanted to extend the ride to airport, I extended to Baunia, though didn’t go to runway.

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Back to the Basundhara story. We went to the farthest developed block. Near end, there is a footpath like road. Not sure what’s its objective?? But the moment I saw it, I felt it’s a good place to see how real time drag feels. There were electric poles at regular interval, also small circular islands.
We had time till 2:30 pm. So had to return without spending much time there. But not without the thrilling once in lifetime experience.
The decision was final. Track selected. Car is ready, engine humming. It’s the FINAL COUNTDOWN. All of a sudden, the beast started running, shifting gears, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 2 to 3 transmission- not effective as you expect from professional. Last observed speed 115 kmph. Suddenly I decided to test my brake efficiency, so hard brake all of a sudden. Unfortunately there were sands in the road. An expert knows what is following, a skidding car with later velocity. That’s what happened!!!
What about my mind in those 1-1.5 critical seconds?? I’ve started calculating; Look! Your car is slightly off balanced. It’s skidding. You have to increase engine throttle to its highest limit, change your direction opposite to the skidding force. When you’ve gained the control, slow down as early as possible!!! And that’s what I did in reality. Amazing!!!!! How did I calculate so many facts and executed within that short critical period??? Getting nervous was the best option, especially when I’ve been driving regularly for mere 5/6 days!!!
I kept wondering for hours!!!! There was something wrong still.
A DNA won’t change its sequence so easily. Thus return journey was wild as well. The difference is you know more about your limitations.
I thought Shammu will get afraid. Unfortunately (for safety reasons, fortunately for me) she was quite excited. …………………………………………………………………
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We had lot fun thinking what could have happened.
Every puzzle has answer, like all riddle has solution. I realized why I was familiar with these situations. It’s NFS. Bizarre!!! Ain’t it??? It’s a usual event; you loose control of your car at ~ 300 kmph speed, then take the charge again and restore your authority. To be honest, I am reasonably good at handling in NFS, both Underground 2 and Most Wanted. Real life coincided with simulation.
Human intellect keeps me wondering. There are so many ways of input, storing and processing information. And so diverse can be their implication. NFS U2 and NFS MW both keep me wondering for making the game so real, so natural. The sound effect, engine quality, handling efficiency with performance part. But this time, the story is simply opposite.
A simulation saved two in the real life by only making familiar with odd situations.
Life is a learning ground. Nothing is here meaningless.
20:41 BST
25-02-2006