The women in the picture

         She looked frozen Trapped in a rectangular box, cpnfined within a mundanc setting.Her smile looked phoney.Decidedly fake, implying that comfort and familiarity.Her shoulders stood tall, broad and strong. Possibly , she was a swimmer, a regular and matural swimmer.A tinge of masculinity cloaked her posture.Her arms were crossed rigidly across her chest in a brazen challenge to her audience. Her round face was covered with way too much makeup.It cast a greyish tint to her skin. The glaring red lipstick was smeared around the edges and it painfully clashed with her eye shadow.The cheeks were bathed with plenty of colour, and a thin layer of shiny powder peeped out bravely.Her eyes  caught my attention though.Small slanted eyes peeked put from bushy eyebrows daring to be judged and dismissed.Her eyes refused to be trapped.They refused to play along.My mother drew my attention to the fact that I had been staring at her photograph for a long time .'Toss her aside .'she commanded . already expecting the inevitable refusal.'she's dark and mannish.' She stretched out her hand to take the photograph.'what a shame, though,'though ,'she began .'she had such high qualifications.'

Cuffed women steals cruiser,leads 100 mph chase

      A handcuffed women was accused of swiping a port Arthur police car and leading officers on a chase at speeds topping 100 mph in Texas.Police Chief Mark Blanton told KFDM-TV that nobody was injured in the September 24 chase involving a women arrested on a trespassing charge at the campus of Lamar State College.Blanton said a witness told police that the women managed to slide open the prisoner screen that separates the front and rear areas of the patrol car, crawling from the rear  seat into the driver's sear.The officer was outside the running vehicle, completing his investigation.The chase lasted about 10 miles on Highway car's tires were shredded by spike strips.

Womens fends off bear attack with zucchini

      Missoula County Sheriff's Lt Rich Maricelli says a 200 -pound black bear attacked women's 12-year-old collie just after midnight on September 22 on the back porch of her home about 15 miles west of Missoula. When the women , who police did not name , screamed to draw the bear's attention , it charged her, swiping at her leg.She jumped back into the kitchen and after grabbing the nearest thing , a 12-inch zucchini hurled it at the bear.The zuchhini hit the bear's head causing it to flee.

Woman fends off brar attack with zucchini

    Missoula County Sheriff's Lt Rich Maricelli says a 200-pound black bear attacked a women 's 12 - year-old collie just after midnight on September 22 on the back porch of her home about 15 miles west of Missoula.When the women , who police did not name , screamed to draw the bear's attention, it charged her,swiping at her leg.She jumped back into the kitchen and after grabbing the nearest thing, a 12- inch zucchini, hurled it at the bera.The zuchhini hit the bear's head causing it to flee.

10 Signs of a spoiled Bangladeshi teenager

10) When an earthquake hits your city , the first thing you do is update your status on Facebook.Which is "likeda'by strangers on your friends list.
9) You buy football boots for Tk. 25,000 even though you have never kicked a ball in your entire life and you bought those boots because you think they make you look like Cristiano Ronaldo.
8) Yoju upload pictures of yourself every 45 minutes on Facebook wearing a new dress every time (Yes ,I am talking about girls ).These photos are flooded with comments and 'likes ' by strange middle aged men whom you added to increase the number of your friend list.
7)You have your first car before you are sixteen.
6)And have third car before you are eighteen.
5)You pretend to have difficulties understanding or speaking Bangla, because you think it is cool to speak in English with an irritating fake accent.
3)You think staying up till 3 AM to chat on MNS is an adventure.
2)YOU think  travelling in a rickshaw or a CNG is even "khater"then speaking in Bangla.
1) You complain and cry how you have the worst life amongst all your friends because daddy won't let you party at Westin with your friends till 6 am, just because you because you have your O level exam the day after.You poor thing.

Choosing a Partner:The subconscious ceience

    US soprano , referring to the marriage of jacqueline Kennendy to Aristotle Onassis,Maria Callas's ex-lover.
    Now,when it comes to choose a partner with the best possible genes as these genes will be passed on to our children and ensure that they are healthy.Therefore,we naturally seek out somebody with an immune system different from our own.Additionally,it is important to find a mate whose genes are also similar enough to our own to pass on a tried and tested immune system. Is this the reason we fancy those who remind us of our parents perhaps? When we are attrected to another person,it could be because we subconsciousky like their genes. 
     How do we do this?We simply seek and sniff out that person.Imagine an invisible overwhelming force that overpowers reason and invites passion.A force that dictates where Cupid's arrow will land.Cupid's chemistry.That's the power of pheromones.Pheromones are 'smellprints',supposedly as uniuqe as our fingerprints.Small is the most primitive of human senses,and pheromones,present in underarm perspitive, are detected by a small organ composed of a few small pits a few centimetres up the nose.The emotional reaction they provoke can,quite literally, be a 'turn on'!

     We come to end of our rather interesting journey on that most powerful of emotions.The feeling which has , in history,turned brother against brother,friend against friend,and entire civilisations against each other.To surrender to its power would be undertaking a rocky journey,to ignore it would be accepting an incomplete human existence.

The origin of life

        Biology dictates that we reproduce.It also directs us to reproduce not with any random partner, but one that best fits us, although not always literally. So, without knowing, we are all looking for something that will, as strange as it soungs, awaken the baby factory in us all.If this sounds quite disturbing, blame medical research , not me. I was quite perturbed by it too.
        So having spent millions upon millions researching the emotion, what have scientists discovered? Well, they have managed to divide this grear search for a shareholder of the baby factory into 3 steps:
        First is lust.Lust is driven by our hormones, testosterone and oestrogen.These hormones are what get us'out pn the pull'.
        After  lust comes attraction.This is the love-struck phase; the time when we lose our appetite,can't sleep, and can't concentrate.This is what we know as falling in love,our palms stutter and become breathless, we can't think clearly and it feels like we have butterflies in our stomachs.This is all due to surging brain chemicals that excits us, sometimes to rather embarrassing extents.
        The third stage of love is attachment-staying together.Attachment takes over from the attraction stage and is the bond that keeps couples together.After all,we couldn't possibly stay in the attraction stage forever-we would never get any work done due to daydreaming.Two different hormones are important during this phase of love.

They are oxytocin and vasopressin.

The origin of life

       

Theory on Love

       Time & space : Notice that the young man lets his feelings for the girl evolve over a certain period of time.Initially the passage of time improves their relationship, but with the passage of time lengthening of distance, his feelings , and probably hers too, change.Yet although they might not be together, it is safe to argue that the two have nothing but good memories of each other.
       The physics:His insides are"doing cartwheels", his face is twitching , and inside his hormones and impulses are being transported at various speeds,over great relative distances,and contributting to constant changes in his body , Blood pressure, body thermal energy content are all being affected.
       The chemistry : I could talk of all the chemical compounds.But I won't , because we all know what Chemistey between a male and a female is meant to mean/

         The biology: If I were to explain this segment, you would fold this magazine and start off on the chair. So I won't , because you know what I mean.

The Last Ride Together

       A friend of mine once told me how she had read three Shakes-pear Plays over a period of serventy two hours. They were she added, the unabridged versions, with long exhaustive notes that were, at some point, harder to understand than the  lines themselves.It wasn't schoolwork.,and she absolutely hates Shakespeare,to this day calling him '...the food of English linguistic elitists'.So why read them? The reason was simple.Over the Internet she had met a highly interesting young man.They had got to talking and over the last fortning she had developed a 'thing'for him.He was an avid Shakespeare fan, and invited her to a Bangla theatrial version of the Merchant and intellectual'. (The science of attraction had begun its work.)

       To my great dismay , the editors handed me the responsibility of writing a Valentine's Day special article on love.This was,in effect , asking a tone-deaf atheist to appreciate gospel music.You see, over time , I have accumulated a great deal cynicism about this phenomenon-a result of unsuccessful pursuits and far fewer successful pursuits that have ended up in the proverbial gutter.Add to that eyewitness evidence of the destructive forces of this mental affliction on friends and certain family members, and the vindication is complete.

The Golden Love

The day you walked in, no,barged into my life,you dragged me away from a life un-lived;a life imagined,drawn in black ink and hidden away in old notebooks.I was forty-five years old then , content in my bachelorhood.I did not meet my friends anymore,or go out to parties;most people annoyed me,and I preferred the conversations in my head.Then you showed up;a mutual friend introduced us at a coffee shop where I was hiding in the corner;your long hair,already white , caught my eye;and then your eyes,oh my, I had never seen eyes like that.You just sat down next to me,and started speaking to me as if we were old friends;our friend,being completely ignored,made some excuse and left after a few minutes.

GARDEN LOVE

Oh my soft skinned sharp tongued girl
how does your garden grow?
with violet diversions and lily white lies
and clairvoyance planted so


Oh you're cruel in kind disguise
what would I do for a kiss?
bruised and blue I make my escape
your honey spilling from my lips.

HUNGRY LOVE(2)

Concealed among shrubs,Saleh watched Shirina grow increasingly perturbed,first frowning,then whimpering,and finally throwing herself upon a fallen log, in a torrent of tears. It was not until he noticed the tiger approaching, that he abandoned his hiding spot to rescue her.
Shirina,oblivious to the danger she was in,saw Salah and erupted into curses,yelling at him for following her.She was not a fan of creepy stalkers and had no sympathy for unrepuited love.
Salah ignored her harangue.He had a bigger challenge at hand.He stepped stealthily past her and then,face with the Royal Bangal,he had to think quick.The beast roared a fierce growl that seemed to emerge from the bowels of the Earth and shook the wind . Its burning eyes blazed into the heart of Sakeh’s courahe and spoke of the hundred men it had eaten ,the villages it had destroyed.Without sufficient time to chalk out a plan,Saleh resorted to the one skill he had and let out a piercing whistle,so loud it alerted all the bats,dogs and deer in the mighty Bengal of the battle about to ensue.
The shocked tiger roared and unfurled sword –like claws,but then bounded off into the distant horizon.Shirina threw her arms around Saleh and showered him with kisses.Saleh found however that he was a changed man . He no longer desired her tender lips.The encounter with the man-eater had stirred in him a cornucopia of emotions and he realized in that instant,his hunger was not for love,but for the hunt so he ran into the forest in pursuit of real adventure.

Love ,The City of Dhaka

Dhaka, crisscrossed by the Buriganga, Balu, Turag, and many rivulets, canals and marshy lowlands, had once a stable ecosystem. Because of unplanned development and indifferent attitude of the Rajuk and all the past governments, Dhaka has lost its glamour and liveliness. Dhaka is choking to death with its entire population who love and still live in Dhaka. Dhaka is still the city where money flies in the air, sort of. The people of undeveloped and deprived rural areas still flock to Dhaka with the last hope of survival and livelihood. The neglected city, Dhaka, is still embracing them with great affection. All the policymakers of the country live in Dhaka, breath in Dhaka but no one looks around. Unplanned expansion, both vertical and horizontal, is putting unbearable strain on the city. The rivers, cannels, marshy lowlands and agricultural lands around Dhaka got grabbed and filled by the musclemen of land grabbers and developers. One single instance will tell you how much land Dhaka, once a beautiful city, lost to dishonest elements. The kingdom of Bhawal once owned bulk of land of Dhaka. In the ‘70s and ’80, unholy alliances of corrupt bureaucrats, businessmen and some elements attached with the judiciary system prepared forged documents, by using old judicial stamps, specially formulated ink and false witnesses and transferred most of Bhawal King’s land properties legally (!) to their names. If we have a master plan for Dhaka’s revival and if we start addressing those issues one by one, Dhaka might get better and might smile up again.

HUNGRY LOVE (1)

The jatra was over,the were backstage removing their makeup. The band had disbured,with theirt
Tablas and ek-taras. Only drunk men lingered by the abandoned bamboo stage under the
moonlight,waiting for a glimpse of the starlet.
Shirina sat in front of a mirror and lamented about her performance, but realy she was upout because she was longly. Saleh,the backstage helper,heard her woes and told her she was brilliant, as luminous as the sun. His words fell upon the indifferent wind and were carried off to the Bay of Bangal.
For eight years Shirina had played Radha, traveling from village,to share with others the ultimate love story,but it was not expect divinity,just a spark of affection from a Krishna of her own ,not a man in a mask,not a make believe show,something real.She decided that night,she would tun away from the gypsies.This village seemed anice place to settle down,with the stream running through it and the mango groves.
Saleh,who had spent eight years hungering for Shirina’s love , sensed something was amiss the next morning when she,the light of his life,lingered at the tail of their procession.He stepped out of line and waited ,hidden in the trees.It was a lucky thing too because latter when Shirina finally gave the group a slip and began wandering back to th e village,she took a wrong turn and found herself lost in a forest that enveloped her in its menacing darkness.

LOVE GAME(2)

‘Where are you going?’ He allowed the annoyance to surface.
‘Home.’
‘Home?’
‘Yes home .I have to go back to him eventually.’
‘Oh.’ Instinctively,he crossed his arms against his chest and stared down at his legs covered by the bed sheet.
‘You know we vannot stay like this together.Do not sulk please’she said,finally looking at him.
Sensing he needed assurance, she walked over to his side and gingerly whispered as she licked the corners of his lips.
‘Love is…bullshit ! He pushed her off his legs and fumbled with his lighter.
She pulled herself off the bed and shlowly walked to the door,collecting her beg and keys from the floor.
‘Call you later?’
He grunted in response . Non –committal.She gave him one last look and let herself out. He did not look back. He did not watch her leave.He lit his cigarette and inhaled strongly.The dull throbbing ache resumed in his chest.He glanced at his watch , the time showed four fifteen in the afternoon.His checkout was at six/
‘Love is letting myself be fooled,’he whispered into the emptiness.

LOVE GAME(1)

‘Do you love me?’
‘What is love?’ she whispered as she pressed her lips against his forehead. Moving away from his touch, she positioned herself at the other end of the bed.
‘Love’ he echoed , his voice deep and aroused , ‘Love is lust is love.’
A smirk waltzed across her lips.She grabbed an orange from the fruit plant on the bedside table,and started peeling it.Tiny droplets of the juice showered her face.She lazily wiped the drops away and then licked her finger.
‘Love is just is love.No love is knowing when to stop long before you get screwed ,’ she said ,as she sucked on the piece of the orange into her mouth.
A throaty laugh emanated from him as he lit a cigarette.’Love is never having to say sorry,’ he said .Both of them exploded into loud guffaws.
‘Love is loving and being loved’she quipped fast.
‘Love is over-rated’he replied.
‘Love is knowing when you have found you’re soul mate.’
‘Love is teenage girls’ dreams with candy floss and pink unicorns.’
‘Love is feeling like you are invincible.Love is…. Love is….’she paused,trying to find something to say,’crap ,I can’t think of anything ease.’
‘He ha ,Shall I google love quotes ?’he caught the pillow she had thrown at him .’I swin.’
He lurch forward to grab her but she deftly him and got up from the bed.
‘Where are you going?’Surprise flooding his voice.
No answer. She continued to dress herself.

THE CONFETTI OF LOVE (3)

Each breath of sweet air that rushed through the open window was a reminder to Oliver of why he loved spring.Oliver smiled as he fingered the golden band that encircled his finger.Spring was when he had met his wife Anna on this very same train.
She was sitting in the seat opposite of him.He had immediately noticed her.She was beautiful and vibrant despite the scar that crept down her click.She had her head out the window,peeling petals from a daisy, whispering he loves me,he loves me not,and he loves me! It was thenthat Oliver was smitten with the patal throwing goddess.Their eyes met and the rest was history.
Oliver reached for a daisy and let his finger brush against Anna’s.Oliver and Anna put their heads out of the window into the rush of the spring air. Together they smiled at the world, and then let the daisy petals being to fall.The turquoise skywas once again filled with the confetti of love.

THE CONFETTI OF LOVE (2)

Anna tucked her head back inside the train window and held the bouquet of pink drasies inhaled and inhaled as she let the small of promise and hopes fill her senses.
She grabbed a fist full of petals, dangled,let go to one petal at a time and began her whispered chant of ‘He love me, he loves me not,and he loves me!’ The pink petals become confetti sprinkling the turquoise sky..
Across from Anna sat Oliver.He sat inhaling the warm spring air, enveloped in the feelings that spring always brought him,feelings of being thankful,feeling a live and being in love.
Oliver had been in love before.But sometimes things that you thought were meant to be,were not meant at all.Oliver had lost faith in love but it was the springtime ebb that had pushed him to believe in love again.

THE CONFRTTI OF LOVE(1)

Anna Put her head outside the train window and let rush of the late spring wind blow her raven curls.She loved each patch of lush green and cinnamon earth that zoomed past. She lifted her head to the turquoise sky and let the sun soak its yellowy warmth on her face as she breathed in the flowery air.

She loved the spring .It always brought in the air of new beginnings.It was the time of the year when everythings. It was the time of the  year when enerything buzzed and bloomed anew.But what Anna liked the most about spring was the way love floated in the air.

Anna had been in love in the past and thought she had found her Knight in shining armor.But the scar that tattooed itself down the side of her face had taught her that all that glitters was not gold.