Secret Life Of Walter Mitty

We always love to compare ourselves with the hero or heroine of a film or play. Some movies or dramas completely reflect our own life story and some reflect our dream what we want to be.  Few days back I watched a movie named Secret Life of Walter Mitty, after watching this movie is something happening inside me. I am a movie lover and watch lots of great movie and drama in my life. But this movie gave me a shock. I know it’s a very simple movie and IMD rating is not so serious. I also rated it 7.  There are hundreds of movies with this level of rating. But the fact is not about rating, I think there is a deep a massage in the movie.

There is a life with freedom and full of aspirations. Mitty is not a high rank officer in his Magazine Company, which is called LIFE. He just worked in the archive sector. His savings are almost zero. He always dreams that he is a super hero and save the life of the masses. He is not waiting for superman, he makes himself a superman. He likes his divorced beautiful colleague and never dare to say it. Day dreaming, working, going back home is the daily routine of his life. But suddenly he comes down in a great danger; a photographer sends a roll of film from which one of the film is selected for the next magazine cover. Mitty found out that the 24 number films are missing and that is the selected film. There are only a few days left to print the final output. He comes to know that the photographer is in Greenland. He fled to Greenland, but he missed to catch him. After looking for a long time, he found the photographer in Nepal or somewhere about the Mount Everest. But unfortunately the film was in his wallet is given by the photographer which he threw away in dustbin few days ago. By the way Mitty’s mom saves it and Mitty submitted it to the company. That’s the brief summary of the movie.

It really reflects my own aspiration. Hundreds of time I become a super hero in my own story. Daydream is one of my habits and traveling also attracts me. If you think Mitty run to get the photographer to pull through his job, you are wholly incorrect. Mitty runs after the photographer because of his questing mind. What was really into the film? This only one question makes him crazy and adventurous. In today’s life, we are going to forget about questioning and to find out the answer. Sometimes a few of us raises questions, but most of the time we never try to find out the answer. We all are ready to ‘Give and Done’ work and years after years we are doing the same thing every day. Is it really the life we want or we insist our life to do it?  

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MARRY ME!

How many day humans will be asserted to carry their old customs? Lots of old traditions had gone or are going to underground due to careless behavior of humans. Let’s think about family.  Are we boring ourselves or are starting to be bored years after years?

Is feminism really giving us women freedom or giving us the path to wear the former customs.

 In Muslim society, family is the certificate to have sex legally.  Do we really care about family or sex? OK, that’s one of the open secret characters of human behavior. Since, I am also a human being, so I intelligently avoid the issue.

My girl had some boyfriend along with me. Sometimes I found out some of them, sometimes I failed.  Sometimes I fought with her and she also fought back. She simply replied that I did it, so what. She also argued that I am so conservative. I should think in the simple way. I was very free mined and my open mined characters made me conservative day after days. One day I called back that it is not her problem; it’s the problem of human being and she is not out of the human. Human are getting bored about 1 to 1 rule. Years after years they are trapping themselves into small cages.

What is the benefit to marry one person and to lead whole life with only one individual? Keeping lineage! Having sex! Getting care in older age! Are producing children really the main target of human life? Which one, producing children or rearing children is the most significant in human lifetime? Human are the worst animal with a very powerful brain. They produce food and also children. They never believe that their kids eat their food without making an individual bit of cereal. If you argue that they will be your future investment. And so I tell you fool that you are investing 20 years for only five years benefits. We always rebuke the capitalist, but never try to find out that the powerful capitalists are living in our own house.

Then think about sex. You need to build up family to having sex. Is it really needed? Most of things we do not for a living, but for entertainment. I don’t know what it entails; when somebody says to his girlfriend- Marry me!

They are dwelling in the same household, they are having sex, and some of them have kids. Then what does really marry mean? To remain forever with me! OH! Really? Can I tell my girlfriend to stay with me forever? In every relationship, we promise to our beloved that we stay forever. We get the same promise when we lecture about family.

Most of the Asian Countries, marry means 1 to 1 project. Doesn't matter whatever will be the cost, but you should run the project in your entire life. Women consider their children and men consider their society. It’s the front picture of how we lead our family. But not today, One day I will discuss about that matter.

At the terminal point, I want to show that the more we pass our days, the more we interest in Polygamy. Perhaps we try to march to the goal where we begin our own old traditions.

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I began my undergraduate program in a public university in the year of 2011. The duration of the program is 4^th year. Now I am in last year and also last semester. I bear some faithful friend at other departments in my university who ended their 3 year final examination few days back. It’s a great wonder that although the departments are working under the same governing body rules, some of them are working fast, some of them are going slow. I assure you that there is only existing slow not steady. By the way, I am only few months faster than my friends. But sometimes wonder story makes you funny, if few months turn into fewer years.  

National University is one the biggest university of Bangladesh may be in the world in terms of students. More than a million students are studying in 2000 colleges/institutions affiliated to this university. That’s the conclusion of the story. There are no data about how many students finish their academic life every year. I also don’t know and maybe no one ever discovers it.

But I know a true story. If it’s true then why do I say that it is story? After reading the paragraphs, you will also say that you know what? I don’t believe it. Let’s start my two line story.

Some of my friends admitted into a college under national university in the year of 2011, the same admitted year of mine. At that moment, they are studying hard to get better results in their 2^nd Year Final Examination.

What the heck is happening to those colleges? Ok, I have found a funny explanation but may be true. Unemployment rate in Bangladesh is pretty much high in the recent decades. Every year, millions of educated and also uneducated people enter the job market. It’s totally impossible for the government to give them jobs. Ok, that’s the scenario of the economy of Bangladesh, but what is the relationship between unemployment and staying more years in school? Education is always helpful to reduce unemployment.

I completely agree with the term. But what will you do after completing your graduation? You must be entered into the job market. The more graduates, the more demand in the job market. I believe it’s a neat idea to trap you into school, then hurl into the job marketplace. If you contrive to stop your graduation, then you truly assume a faulty conclusion. Most employment sectors demanded fresh graduate with little experience in related field. Ok, that’s also a curious sentence in the job requirement that ‘fresh graduate with few experiences in related field’.

So, it doesn’t matter when will finish your graduate. It’s the matter that you are still a student who thinking about career not job markets.

You get an extra few years in your student life, so what now? Thanks to GOD, bring money from home and have fun!

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Why such a great idea communism was defeated by the democracy years after years? Is really communism, great? Does it express the interest of the community?

I am not daring to say that communism is a F**King idea. Instead of, I loudly and bravely tell you that communism is like the other religions and great thoughts. If it’s like religious belief, then why it is banishing years after years! The answer is simple- ‘many world religions had gone forever.’

Religion is killed by religion, not by people. It’s the nature of human religion. One of my friends argues that you know what- communism is not a religion, it’s mainly eco-political ideology. I smiled- communism could not cover the whole human life and maybe that was one of the reasons to die.

 By the way, today I desire to share my own thoughts that why Communism is F**Ked by Democracy in the past few decades.

Before talking about that topic, I want to convey my own opinions about the intrinsic nature of us (human). From the begging of human life, what we always wanted to do? Dominate! Dominated! And Dominate!

We dominated, dominate and will overshadow the masses with the aid of our wealth, muscle, power and mental capacity. We (Human) made us (Human) slave, defence and soldier. We all know about the great king Cyrus, Alexander and so many great warriors and the story of their glorious victories. Do you ever think what make them great? Kill! Slaughter! Fire! And Blood. The nature of human life never changes and the habit of dominate-killing stay with us as long as the civilization exists. So, if we think, there are some people in the world who are not greedy for money, power and wealth. I assure you that you are totally wrong. Every human has some interest to some specific things, it will be sex or wealth or power or fame. No-Interest only exists in the life of the machine.

If someone asks me that please tell me in a single line, what is really communism? I stare at him/her and say let’s start a short story.

There are only three cities in a world long away from our universe. Every city has 20 inhabitants. The name of the first city is Communism, second one is Democracy and the third one is Commucracy. The people of Communism gather in place and select five people who maintain their wealth, properties and rights. Everyone produces as their ability and save the production in the warehouse which is maintained and is owned by the selected five people. They propagate all the productions equally among the twenty (20) people and bring peace in the community. And also there is a universal rule- doesn’t dare to share your idea and labour with the cities of Democracy and Commucracy.

 One the other hand, In the city of Democracy, people resolve that they produce as they wish and there are also some selected people who only help the manufacturer and try to establish relationships with the city of Commucracy to make a dependable market for their wares.

The people of Commucracy sometimes make liaison with Democracy and sometimes with Communism. Years after years they follow their grandfather’s path.

Only after 50 years, the people of Communism fall into great problem, their production decreases and 10 people start to starve day after day lack of foods. There is no reserve in their warehouse! But they produced tons of foods in the previous year. On the other hand, the selected five people are eating pizza and drinking champagne in their palace. One day six people saw that it was their mistake to move over all the power to the few people. They gathered more than 12 people who starve day after day, killed the devil and try to bring peace with the help of the city of Democracy.

The man asked me:

And so what did happen to the city of Democracy and why there was no revolution like the city of Democracy? Was there any starving people?

Why not, there almost 10 people were starving one or two-times in the day but not the solid day. But the selected three (3) people always try to make happy about the other 7 people who were the producers.

And the producers give work to the other 10 people for eating food at least one time in a day. Although the producers possess the ability to cater to the workers the whole day meals, but it reduces their amount of profit. So they find out a great idea and declare that the more you work, the more you get.  The producers know that it’s not possible to work 24 hours for a labour in the day and on the other, labour is always fighting to increase his/her productivity to get more. So there is no time for thinking about their right and revolution.

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Today's Spartacus

Is really human become civilized? To stay inside the fourth concrete walls instead of the jungle, is really a civilized way? Then what about the Dog, cat and other animals who are living with us? Are they civilized or not?

Ok, that’s a matter of argumentation and the word civilized has many limbs and stems. One of my friends told me yesterday; hey man! You see that, Gorilla is civilized; it is going to behave like human.

By the way, today I will discuss about a TV serial named Spartacus. It was finished more than two years ago. Spartacus was a Roman soldier who disobeyed the rule of the Roman army. Killed his wife and sold him has a slave and the episodes began. Spartacus along with other muscled slaves fighting inside an arena and try to survive. That’s the way of entertainment of the Roman people. After years of fighting and serving in the arena, Spartacus gathered people who pursued their freedom and wanted to slaughter of their Domino. In the last season he tried to free all slaves in Rome. Ok! That was his wrong decision. Although they fought well in few battles but finally the revolution was stopped by the royal Roman army.

There were many things happened in the series but those are the brief summary. After I completed the series, something is happening inside me. I wonder that is the world really changed? Are we more civilized than the ancient Roman people!

A historian wrote the brilliant triumph of the Roman army and their leaders after defeating the rebel which was led by Spartacus. The historian also mentioned Spartacus as a great fighter and also the enemy of the Roman Republic. How honest and sympathetic! 

 Today I am in twenty first century. Slavery was banished. In the ancient Rome, we tracked them into a tiny room and gave them some food and tortured to fight for our entertainment or to work in our production. Today we give them the freedom to find their tiny room, give them money instead of food and also give them the opportunity to choose the word- ‘Do or Die’. If you choose DO then work for my production, take the money and buy food from my warehouse. If you choose DIE then F**K yourself into the grave without eating. 

We signed no more world wars. There is no meaning to fight every country in the world with each other. It should be limited into few countries. And if you want to fight with other, you should collect license paper from peace keepers. It is the official body who issues the ‘DO IT’ paper which war is wrong and which is right. The historian is writing the glory of peace keeping armies and also mentioned the great fighter of a rebel. How honest and sympathetic! 

     

We put up ourselves for civil rights. You can kill the terrorist, but never kill the tiger. Tiger maintains the ecosystem and terrorist maintains the ‘Civil Rights Cycle’ of human. Tyrant kills the democracy, peace keepers kill the tyrant, and terrorists kill the peace keepers, Volunteers serve the victims and raise the Democracy. No more tyrants, no more wars, no more civil rights, no more peace keepers  and something like that.

So, if you desire to maintain peace in the world, first and foremost duty to create some tyrants and to take in just about wars with them. And that’s the best way to civilized. 

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Under The Poverty Line

All of we hear and read a common thing that most of the people of developing countries live below the poverty line. When hear or read about poverty we imagine that a poor boy or girl is collecting some food from a dustbin or a lady or man is begging or sleeping on the footpath. Sometime we think some other scenario. But most of our imaginations are running around the people who live in the city and the town.

Millions of people live in rural areas and thousands of poor people live here. How much we know about rural area. When we talk about rural area_ we draw a picture in our head_ there are a few cottages and long farmland. Someone owns the farm and the rest who work on the farm are poor and live under the poverty line.

There is a small group of people in my homeland (so called rural area) who survive in an area which is not their permanent water land.

There is no cottage, no farmland, no owners and also no poor farmer. But there is poverty. Do they embarrass poverty or poverty embarrasses them?

To find out the question some of my friends visit the area more than three times. The main occupation of those people is fishing. So we called them Fisher man. Locally they are called ‘Jailla’.

Their houses are made of wood and plastic paper contains only one room, socially we call it a boat. The boat isn’t their property; it’s a courier which carries their property like a camel in the desert. The camel has a life but their boat is inert. The camels are walking in the hot sandy desert but their boats are floating on water.

The owner of the boat lives with his wife and children. The children can live with their parents until a certain age. Then they get their new house.

When their parent gets old they never take any step to grasp their parent property like us. How unsocial they are! Most of the women work with their husband but not go fishing. Their works mainly attach to post production. Never think that their husbands are involved in business. Business is not their headache. This kind of pain only takes a great person, they call them ‘Sordar’ and we call them leader of the community. The rest of them is collectors and we call them fisherman.

Their leader is not living on the boat. He has a small cottage on the bank of the river and he is not poor and is not living under the poverty line. He is living under a Banyan tree!!

Some of the women break the tradition and work outside their boat. There is no one to hinder them. Because they brought some paper money for their family at the time when all fishes visit their relatives home in another river. Money makes a new tradition for them that in some cases women are eligible to work outside.

How cruel the women are! They have infant children but they don’t care. They leave them into the boat. Since they are not civil, the men take care of the infants in the absence of their mother.

They don’t pray to God. God must take revenge for their disobeying behavior. But the problem is that with a hundred of year they are not concerned about God. Now it’s complicated that from which religion they should get the curse. May be they get curse from all Gods of all religion. For this enormous pressure they are unable to cross the poverty line.

In every boat, there is an academician or maybe more. His teaching method is practical not memorizing. You need not to light up in the night to earn this learning. How energy saver they are! He teaches the student how to swim not night but in the daylight. They are swimming in the river without swimming suit.  How unsocial they are!

The main work of the children to collect fish in the very morning when there is low tide in the river. That’s all their work. The rest of the time, they are playing and fighting. They don’t know what is A or B. They aren’t hungry. So why do they need to know about A or B?

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Holding The Bouquet

The age of my first loving girl was nine when I was sixteen. My mother was a teacher of her school and she came into our home to learn Math and English from my mother. There is a concrete wall with a window and a door between my room and the teaching room. I set up my reading table beside the window and she used to sit down a specific chair which is very comfortable for me to see her face to face. I just looked at her and she just gave me a little bit of a smile. After watching her smile, whatever I looked at, it seemed to smile at me even a tree. It was impossible for me to pass a single day without seeing her.

It was 19 February, 2 days before from 21^st February which is our one of the biggest national festival called International Mother Language day. On that day Hundreds of Bengali give honor and remember the national heroes who dedicated their lives for their mother tongue Bangla in 1952. By giving flower on the Martyr Monument (Shahid Minar) the people show their respect and honor to them.

However, in 19 February she came to and insisted to me to make a bouquet for her. I had never any experience to make any bouquet. I told her_ bouquet!! It’s very simple and I make hundreds of bouquet in my life. How many do you need?  She said_ just one!

On that night I along with my friends, made a great adventure. I lived in a village which was a totally remote area from the city area. There was no flower shop. People collect their flower from their own flower garden. It was my bad luck that I had no flower garden. But at any cost I had to manage flowers to make a bouquet. There was only one way and that was to steal flowers from others garden and we finished our great tasks in a professional way although it was our first time. But love makes me a professional.

After stealing flowers, now it was time to make the bouquet. I collected some bamboo stick and try to make a bouquet. After four hour hard working, I was sure that I never make a bouquet. Although I knew that ‘it is simple to make a bouquet’. I passed whole night but the result was zero. In the every morning I was working on my favorite road from where most of the decision of my life came from. Suddenly I got an idea_ no bamboo, no stick, I can make it with an art paper. Then went home and took a shower and had my breakfast. Already my love came to my house to acquire knowledge from my mother. But today I have some very important knowledge to share with her. So, I went to her and said_ hey! Last night I made the bouquet and I broke it and through it away. To hear my all sentence, she gave me some mixed expression. First few second her face was exciting and smiling and the last few second, it was totally annoying and astonishing. She wanted to say why. But the speed of my sentence was faster than her. I said to her_ I have a new idea and it is totally unique. I make a new type of bouquet that will be the only one piece bouquet in our festival. I will make it with art paper. Then I described the production process_ First I make a box with this art paper, then we design the box and at the end, we keep our flower in that box. But no one can identify that it is a paper box because of our design. To make a better design I need you. It was my first time to tell her that I need you. She agreed to help me without saying any negative sentence just sound_ let’s do it.

The whole day we worked together to make a better bouquet. I don’t know still today that that was a bouquet or not at all. But that was our first and last worked what we finished together. The society and custom of our locality were restricted by religious faith. To stay or to walk with a boy in public places was prohibited for girls. My family along with her family was very fundamentalist. But there was a good connection between two families. When she phoned her mother and said that she wanted to stay the whole day in our house and returned before sunset, her mother agreed because it was our house. If it wasn't our house, she will never be allowed.

After working all day she returned to her home and told me to finish the rest of the work. I said_ but How can you give it on the monument tomorrow if it is in my house? She just smiled and said_ next day, I will come to your house early in the morning. To hear that I was just looking at her and thought that how does this little girl know that I want this? She was just 9 years old and I’m still thinking today. How did she understand me?

The Martyr Monument was in our school campus which was not far from our home just ten minutes walking road. February 19, some people were cleaning the Martyr Monument and colored with Red and White by the order of the local authority. It was cleaned three times in a year. February 19 is one of them. The rest of the time, it looked dirty and different types of Lichens grew here and there. Some dogs lead their life happily here. Martyr Monument was the birth place of a dog which we called a tiger. There were three child dogs. One died in bad weather and one was taken by a boy. But the tiger survived and he lived there happily. But three times in a year he lost his birth place and roaming here and there. The tiger was very clever that he knew that after a few days, we returned to him of his birth and living place. So, the dog didn't walk away ever until he was sentenced by God to dishonor the Martyr Monument. We mourn for his death and the dog may be not. He was able to keep his lineages and hoped that they fought for their property.

On 21^st February, she came to my home in the very morning and I gave the bouquet to her. She looked at me, smile and say_ you are a very good boy. I wanted to say something but nothing came out. I was just staring at her and she walked away. I along with some of my friends walked towards the Martyr Monument with barefooted. When we reached near our school campus, we heard a loud sound and in a second all people was running towards me. I was also running and heard a male voice_ ‘Boob Blast’ ‘Boom Blast’. When I reached at home, I thanked god that He saved me. Suddenly I thought that she was in that place! Without thinking any word, I was just running towards the Martyr Monument. The place was already restricted by the police. I saw her motionless body in the corner of the Martyr Monument missing one hand and two legs. She was just holding the bouquet with her only one hand.

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