Showing posts with label Dosto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dosto. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

খা তোরা খা


ভাল মানুষ সিগারেট খায় না,
সিগারেট তারে খায় ।

Friday, April 20, 2007

36th Epidemiology Course Participants With Resourse Persons


Friends Can You Find Me From This Huge Crowd. Think no, but believe me I am there, lost mid of doctors.
One month with them was one of the memorable moment of my life. Time was so much tidy and people was so much helpful especially Dr. Manirul Islam, and my groupmates Dr. Marjan, Dr. Urmee and Dr. Salauddin.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

16.9% people use www

I am one of the 16.9 % of world’s population.
Not bad....
:
There may be no other way by which people can simply wasting their valuable times. To browsing net without any goal is really an addiction. Sometimes I go through such links which will do nothing for me at all, never… But I can’t leave them easily, I’m addicted.
:
Not good....

It's awefull

Today I was so exhausted with my Biostat. classwork and couldn't understand anything. I was overloaded.
Though my supervisor said me that he will make me understand later.

I hope so..

Monday, March 26, 2007

Shamim Will Be a Man


When Shamim,
one of my friend,
will be a man,
every cow from Bangladesh will be also....


You people may now calculate his possibility....

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Mirror image

Today I was at Farmgate Bus stop and feel frustrated because……

I have to wait for bus to my home for 46 minutes. Then I get a Double Decker which was filled like a balloon filled with air. However I get into the bus pushing others. I have faced this situation after more than five years and recycled my memory of lost experience. There was people from various occupation although most of them were seemed to be lower-middle class. Here my nostrils had to stir by various type of experienced sweat, compact odor of old metal.

I watch there face and tried to differentiate me from them. I become ashamed thinking that who am I. Here most of the people are independent of their livelihood.

But I’m not. I’ve to ask for 60 Taka to my father every morning still now …

Shame to me…shame…