<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:00:17.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk &amp; Watch</title><subtitle type='html'>Heart For Heart . Soul For Soul . Life for life . Love for humanity . That We Can ! I want to share my feelings with all . Please mail me if you feel : sadatruet@yahoo.com .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-7938246402625414956</id><published>2008-01-14T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:41:24.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a Site Engineer (Coming soon!)</title><content type='html'>Those who had read my profile know about my profession. My life is now full of travelling and travelling. I want to share my feeling, my experience with you. Problem is one and that is - lack of time. But I will write as early as soon.......as possible........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-7938246402625414956?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/7938246402625414956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/7938246402625414956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-of-site-engineer-coming-soon.html' title='Life of a Site Engineer (Coming soon!)'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-4124078596548273667</id><published>2007-10-22T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:33:01.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Outer (A story)</title><content type='html'>[I am back! Plz read the story...Sadat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every noon Mofiz Mia has to come here. Shantinagar More. Many multistoried buildings are placed. A lot of shops are seen both sides of the busy street. Every moment rickshaw-pullers have to fail in race with running bus or CNGs. But Mofiz Mia does not make any contest of race to anybody with his hand-pulled go curt. He is used to stay silently before the biggest apartment building. His helper is his only son named Montu who is just a 10 years old boy. It is he who makes his father moving from place to place by pulling the go curt from morning till evening.&lt;br /&gt;- Mother! Please give me one taka.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the appeal she had flown into a rage, What do you mean by 'Mother' ? Who is your mother? Don't you call me 'Madam' ?&lt;br /&gt;- Sorry! Sorry Madam! Mofiz Mia became afraid of facing such a sudden anger. Please Madam! Give me a taka.&lt;br /&gt;Montu could not discover the cause of the anger of that woman on his father. So he asked his father, Father, why did she get angry?&lt;br /&gt;- God knows! It's very difficult to understand their mode and feelings. They laugh when they wish; they become angry when they want!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Father! Are they rich?&lt;br /&gt;- What the hell are you taking about? Stupid! They are not only rich but very very rich people. Some of them don't know exactly about the amount of their wealth!&lt;br /&gt;- Their life is full of fun and enjoy, isn't it? Father!&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, my son. They are very happy.&lt;br /&gt;- Do they eat pollaw-meat everyday?&lt;br /&gt;- God knows! May be or may not be. Do you have a deep desire to eat meat-rice now?&lt;br /&gt;Montu moved his head showing the sign of 'Yes'.&lt;br /&gt;- Ok son! Let's go.&lt;br /&gt;Mofiz Mia started walking with his son to Malibag More where in a small shop '10 taka plate Biriany' is available. Mofiz Mia knows very well about the making procedure of this Biriany. But his son does not know that the combination of various wastage foods of many community centers of Dhaka is this Biriany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 8th floored flat Tisha's family is living. The flat number is 9/B. Three beds, dining, drawing and kitchen-such a big flat is really costly. There is a south balcony full of available light and air. But the consumers to enjoy these facilities are very poor in number. The inhabitants of this vast residence are Mr. Jamal Chowdhury, his wife Mithila Chowdhury and their only daughter Tisha who has appeared O level this year. She has to pass most of the time of every day alone. She has got his father very busy of business after her birth. Her mother is not less busy than that of her father. She is a well-known social worker. She is engaged with various organizations. Meeting in morning, seminar at noon and every night party make her such busy that its hard for her to find time for sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;- You have done a lot of social works. Is it not enough? Said Jamal Chowdhury.&lt;br /&gt;- What? What do you mean? Mithila Chowdhury asked very angrily.&lt;br /&gt;- Our daughter passes whole day alone. You should give company her.&lt;br /&gt;- Shouldn't you? Is the girl only mine?&lt;br /&gt;- Rubbish! What are you talking? You are her mother.&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. But you are her father.&lt;br /&gt;- But I'm busy of business.&lt;br /&gt;- And it seems to you that I'm passing time doing nothing just dancing?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't talk like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;- You've called me a bad name. You rascale!&lt;br /&gt;The storm had begun. Tisha was hearing everything from her room that was very close in position to her parent's room. But everyday she has to hear it in the same way. Same incident occurs every night.&lt;br /&gt;Midnight... Rebuking...Mother's shout...disgusting! Tisha increased the volume of her CD player. Switching off the light she sat on bed taking the mobile set in hand.&lt;br /&gt;- Hi Ifty! What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;- Just watching movie.&lt;br /&gt;- Which movie?&lt;br /&gt;- It does not be said!&lt;br /&gt;- What? What are you watching? Are you enjoying any hardly forbidden movie?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh...ho. Just joking. But why are you not sleeping? Its one o'clock midnight.&lt;br /&gt;- I don't feel sleepy. Sleep has forgotten me.&lt;br /&gt;- Do and get married then sleep will remember you!&lt;br /&gt;- Shit!&lt;br /&gt;Tisha cut the line. She would sleep. She was being awakened alone as sleep didn't touch her. Watching through window she discovered that she was not alone, a half moon was in the sky with her being awaken keeping company to Tisha. But the moon seemed to her very hopeless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-4124078596548273667?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/4124078596548273667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/4124078596548273667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2007/10/inner-outer-story.html' title='Inner Outer (A story)'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-115475493499303538</id><published>2006-08-04T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:15:35.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree.....leaf......sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5091/425/1600/100_2232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5091/425/320/100_2232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-115475493499303538?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/115475493499303538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/115475493499303538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/08/treeleafsky.html' title='Tree.....leaf......sky'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-115052419259971949</id><published>2006-06-16T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:03:12.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father’s Day!</title><content type='html'>20 June is the upcoming Father's Day. I would like to wish Happy fathers' day for all proudy fathers of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-115052419259971949?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/115052419259971949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/115052419259971949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father’s Day!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-114974371692015708</id><published>2006-06-07T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:15:16.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Rain is coming Bangladesh. We are waiting for you. Rain is badly needed for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-114974371692015708?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114974371692015708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114974371692015708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-114940273968324786</id><published>2006-06-03T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:32:19.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Environment Day</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow 5th June the world environment day. Most of th times we don't think about our environment. We should think of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-114940273968324786?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114940273968324786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114940273968324786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-environment-day.html' title='World Environment Day'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-114862040986934430</id><published>2006-05-25T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:13:29.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem</title><content type='html'>I didn't see her&lt;br /&gt;But I feel&lt;br /&gt;I talked her&lt;br /&gt;She is real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-114862040986934430?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114862040986934430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114862040986934430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/05/poem.html' title='A poem'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-114553985663780157</id><published>2006-04-20T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T06:30:56.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5091/425/1600/102553183_1a1c538217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5091/425/320/102553183_1a1c538217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you like river? I like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you like sun? I like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you like birds? I like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you like life? Sometimes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-114553985663780157?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114553985663780157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114553985663780157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-like.html' title='I like....'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-114337877413383515</id><published>2006-03-26T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T05:12:54.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Environment</title><content type='html'>In our school life we have learnt general definition of environment. Everything that is around us is our environment. It means small insects to biggest elephants, air to water, sound to light etc-all these things are elements or members of our environment. We know man is the best creature of the almighty. So they are the leader of environment. They have responsibilities to save this environment. They should keep in mind that safe environment ensures safe life for children.&lt;br /&gt;But what are we doing? Most of us excess generous to think about environment. We are destroying our forests, natural hills and capturing the flowing area of rivers, cannels. Once there was deep forest, beast lived there, but now on the same place people have built houses, started farming. As a result we have lost a lot of animals and trees forever.&lt;br /&gt;Due to lack of trees sufficient rain is now rare. Sudden storm, sudden flood hamper our lives. Moreover we use various aerosols what are the sources of dangerous gas CFC that destroys ozone layer and causes Green House Effects. Though poor countries generate a very small portion of generated CFC comparing with rich countries, they suffer a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Now necessary steps should be taken immediately. We should not cut any tree without proper reason. If we are bound to cut, then we must plat at least two seeds. The huge uses of different aerosols should be minimized and we should try to give up it properly. Children should be taught in such a balanced way that they become conscious about environment. We must think, this is our environment that looks after us and we should look after it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-114337877413383515?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114337877413383515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114337877413383515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/03/our-environment.html' title='Our Environment'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-114329326520535269</id><published>2006-03-25T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T05:16:16.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law against smoking// A Paper-Tiger</title><content type='html'>I have a habit of walking. Every afternoon I walk. Actually there are two reasons of my walking. First, I think walking and observation go hand to hand. I enjoy watching the lives of various people. If you use vehicle you can’t see anything properly. Second, as I am a student so walking is the best solution of saving money.&lt;br /&gt;Any way! We know smoking is very harmful for health. From our very boyhood it is taught, too. Moreover, on every cigarette packet it is boldly printed that smoking is injurious to health. But we can’t give up smoking properly. When I walk, I find many smokers. Most of them are young students. Drivers of different vehicles are used to play the role of chain smokers. Some times I am astonished to get our few teachers smoking without care. It’s seemed most funny when I see a doctor is smoking. Doctor’s duty is to encourage public to give up this bad habit. But when advisor is smoker, nothing to do!&lt;br /&gt;Our government established a law against smoking. Now it is forbidden in public place. But enforcers don’t apply this law. Moreover, it is seen often police smoking. Day by day that law has become a Paper-Tiger. I think we should think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-114329326520535269?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114329326520535269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114329326520535269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/03/law-against-smoking-paper-tiger.html' title='Law against smoking// A Paper-Tiger'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-114267826392673013</id><published>2006-03-18T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T02:37:43.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of sweet smile</title><content type='html'>Generally most of the foreigners consider Bangladesh as a poor country that is full of rivers and most of the times of a year she goes under flood water. Often devastating storms attacks here. But we know what the reality is. Foreigners’ idea is not properly correct.&lt;br /&gt;Once we were very poor. But now we are struggling against poverty. Now it’s rare the occurrence of starvation that was often happened those days. Now we are able to fight against flood and storm. Day after day people are being interested in education. At present above 60% of total people of Bangladesh can signature their name. Once the number of readers of newspaper is very poor. Hopefully it is noticed every morning from rickshowpular to professor, everybody reads newspaper. Public have become conscious about politics, economics and overall situation of the country. Actually they want to know and discuss on various topics based on Bangladesh and outside world.&lt;br /&gt;If we try to imagine the communication sector just five years ago, what do we see? That time mobile phone is very rare due to its high cost. We had to depend on telephone to contact our friends and family. There were some areas where land phone was not available. Now it’s rare to find out a person without mobile that is the best way to communicate with nearest and dearest person whatever mind wants. Think about computer. Once it was easily calculated the number of computers and their users existed here. Now in every district, every thana and even in many villages computers are available. A huge number professionals and general people including students use computer, internet here. Day by day we are trying to develop the country.&lt;br /&gt;Some times we may find some ambitious persons who like to say, there is noting good here. Foreign country is better than this country. Our people know nothing, etc, etc. I think they don’t love this country. They have not proper sense to feel the sweet song of birds, greenery of paddy field and rhythmic sound of flowing water of river of our country. Yes I agree that a lot of costly and amazing things are not found here. But noting is 100%. Our people’s demand is not endless. They just want to be happy getting meal three times per day. They are not hunkering after money. They know how to be satisfied. Have you seen the sweet smile of a poor beggar after taking his meal? I have seen it. That is really priceless. A proper, real image of a happy man! You may get a lot of nice, costly, artificial materials in developed foreign country. But you can’t get there a real piece of sweet smile by all the wealth of world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-114267826392673013?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114267826392673013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114267826392673013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/03/piece-of-sweet-smile.html' title='A piece of sweet smile'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-114267776544093563</id><published>2006-03-18T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T02:29:25.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Day in Our Campus</title><content type='html'>Cleanliness is a smart habit of life. All should try to clean themselves and around place where they live in. Every religion encourages its followers to be clean both in physically and mentally. But in practice what do we do? Its rare to find a person who takes off torn paper or useless any packet from his walking way. Most of times we think- it’s not my duty. Labors of City Corporation or servants will clean it. It’s a prestigious issue for me! Actually we are not enough conscious about cleanliness. So we think so. But this poor conception should be changed. In order to make people conscious about cleanliness, a cleaning day was organized in Rajshahi University of Engineering &amp;amp; Technology (RUET) campus.&lt;br /&gt;In initial campaigning of cleanliness and cleaning day a rally was arranged at 16 March, Thursday morning in RUET campus. The rally was opened by RUET VC Dr. A.F.M. Anowarul Haque. A lot of teachers and students participated in the rally cordially. Among them our teacher Dr. Md. Shahiduzzaman was present. He was the dream maker of organizing cleaning day here. The rally moved through whole campus.&lt;br /&gt;Our main job of cleaning day was performed 18 March, Saturday morning. A lot of students and teachers started together their journey of cleaning the campus after opening the ceremony by VC sir. Its really amazing scenery! Our teachers were cleaning the dust materials by their own hands with us. We were informed by our Sir Dr. Md. Shahiduzzaman that in many foreign universities arrange cleaning day annually when all teachers and students clean their varsity by own hands. It’s not a matter of dishonor. There is no shy of doing self tasks by self hands. Any way! A three hours long program was hold during that day. We think and hope our next cleaning day will be more effective and more exciting with all students and teachers’ participation of RUET.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps RUET is the only university that organized first such a cleaning day that is really praiseworthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-114267776544093563?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114267776544093563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114267776544093563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/03/cleaning-day-in-our-campus.html' title='Cleaning Day in Our Campus'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-114260437708677272</id><published>2006-03-17T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T06:06:17.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young mobile!</title><content type='html'>Now it’s rare to get a young star without mobile phone. Even school boys and girls use mobile in huge rate at present. A question arises-what they do by mobile? Generally they use it to communicate with others. But most of times their accounts are balance free. That’s why they use to miscall in order to remember their friends and others. The use of miscall is vastly seen in classrooms. A teacher is giving lecture. But my mind is out of control. Boring lecture! So there is no alternative of miscalling. We start miscall-miscall game!&lt;br /&gt;Some days ago mobile companies began competition to free service. That time it was noticed a lot of young passed nights sleepless. In our hall I saw many my friends continued gossiping through cell facing cool air and mosquitoes’ attack whole night. Most of them were dozing during class. But they seemed to be happy as they had succeeded to proper use of free service of cell companies.&lt;br /&gt;But now the situation has changed. Free days have been mostly finished. Now at the time of talking we have to conscious about our mobile balance. Governments have thought about the future of young and their study. That’s why they ordered mobile companies to cancel free offers. But strangely they don’t think about the high call rate. Perhaps they forget it. Would you please think about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-114260437708677272?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114260437708677272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114260437708677272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/03/young-mobile.html' title='Young mobile!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-114260418956879995</id><published>2006-03-17T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T06:03:09.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about tree</title><content type='html'>Trees are the speechless children of nature. Giving oxygen, fruits, wood, raw materials for paper, cloth, medicine trees play the role of friends of men. During summer they give us not only shadow but also desired refreshes. They protect our houses from devastating storm. Broken tendency of current flowing river can be minimized by trees. There are many advantages of trees. It’s hard to find out any demerit of trees. They are really our friends. They are very caring for us.&lt;br /&gt;All these I just have said are taught in our school and college life through different essays based on trees. So all we know and believe that tree is our friend. But in practical what behavior do we show to tree? Often it is seen in newspaper that powerful persons cut a lot of ancient trees without thinking much, just for money beside highway.&lt;br /&gt;You may say-we arrange tree plantation week during rainy season every year. Yes we do it. But is there any plat that can be groomed up in a balanced way without proper care? We just plat. Some times like us, local MP, minister do it in such a way that they may get media coverage as the leader is very conscious about nature and trees. But after planting a plat most of us forget about its care. It is really unwise attitude. We should be more caring about this natural friend ‘tree’.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-114260418956879995?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114260418956879995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114260418956879995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/03/think-about-tree.html' title='Think about tree'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-114136301308546866</id><published>2006-03-02T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:16:53.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PM says Bangladesh is terrorless!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday king terrorist Abdur Rahman was arrested. Then PM says, Bangladesh is now terror free. I can't understand this comment. Do you understand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-114136301308546866?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114136301308546866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114136301308546866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/03/pm-says-bangladesh-is-terrorless.html' title='PM says Bangladesh is terrorless!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-114122507718203691</id><published>2006-03-01T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T06:57:57.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Everybody</title><content type='html'>Dear Bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? I am sorry to say that I have failed to be a regular blogger. Plz don't mind. Don't leave me. Keep visiting my blog. Don't forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadat Shahriar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-114122507718203691?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114122507718203691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114122507718203691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi-everybody.html' title='Hi Everybody'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-114066541602008326</id><published>2006-02-22T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:30:16.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Bangladesh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It was Wednesday, 22 February, 2006. Unfortunately the electricity was not available at RUET campus. At 10 o’clock morning we were being anxious to be more anxious due to no power supply. What could we do? The cricket match between Bangladesh and Srilanka was going to be held. We were waiting at the TV room of our hall. But no views were available as there was no electricity. As a result TV was sleeping! About 50 students were present in TV room. Had they nothing to do? Yes, they had. One of our friends brought a radio that broadcasted match. We started hearing. Hurrah! Out! Catch! After regular interval those type sounds were heard around the radio. Hearing our shout about 100 students gathered beside the radio. Suddenly one of our friends brought an UPS that gave 15 minutes of power supply. Thanks him. At last we began to watch our deep expected match. After 10 minutes another UPS was come. Then another was come. Then another…about 30 UPS was supplied to enjoy the whole game.&lt;br /&gt;In result we won bravely. We defeated the former world champion. Most of our students came out with our beloved national flag. In RUET campus various parties were existed. But that day I found just one parties, just one flag, and just one slogan, we the Bangladeshi. &lt;em&gt;Congratulations Bangladesh!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-114066541602008326?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114066541602008326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114066541602008326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/02/congratulations-bangladesh.html' title='Congratulations Bangladesh!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-114051884575277631</id><published>2006-02-21T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T02:47:25.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our bad luck…</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I like walking. I always expect for a moonlit night when I may bath with the shine of full moon. It’s exciting. Last night I had an opportunity to walk in such a night. The sky was clear, cloudless but the moon was not in full shape. It shocked me. I found a sad moon. At 11-45 PM I went out of my room. One of my friends joined me. I found some boys who were going to Shaheed Minar of our campus. Most of them carried bunch of flowers. We picked up some flowers from garden of our hall and participated with them. I know flowers are beautiful on tree and children with mother. But we have no alternative. Any way. After sometimes we reached to Shaheed Minar. I was astonished that a lot of police were present there. It is praiseworthy that they came to ensure our security. But its our failure that after independence of 35 years, we can’t celebrate the international mother language day freely, I mean free from fear. We are always afraid of beast that may happen again bomb blast or any other destructive occurrence. Really it’s our bad luck…really…!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-114051884575277631?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114051884575277631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/114051884575277631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/02/our-bad-luck.html' title='Our bad luck…'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-113963555315694226</id><published>2006-02-10T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:25:53.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bangla Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You know that I am an irregular blogger. So plz don't mind when you visit my blog (if any!) and find nothing new. Actually now most of my writing times are spent for bangla. Oh! ya, I don't inform you that I've opened a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.somewhereinblog.net/sadat"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bangla blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (though I linked it to this blog) where I write now. Recently I've posted a love story there. I welcome you to visit my bangla blog and off course to read my written love story. Plz Click&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.somewhereinblog.net/sadat"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-113963555315694226?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113963555315694226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113963555315694226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-bangla-blog.html' title='My Bangla Blog'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-113879005333247868</id><published>2006-02-01T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T02:34:13.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song for Bangladeshi bloggers</title><content type='html'>I am very much glad to hear that 'The Dhaka Bloggers Meet' is going to be held. It is being noticed most of the regular bloggers feel excitation for the meeting. What will we do? What will be the topic of our meeting? Will we provide T-shirt? What will be written on it? Is there any sponsor? Etc. Many questions are being raised. Various ideas have been arrived. I don't know what would be decision. Anyway! In addition I want to present an idea of mine. I don't know it is possible or not. Actually there should be a theme song. In this case Mac Vai may help us. I have written a poem for 'The Dhaka Bloggers Meet'. But I don't know how to sing. So renowned rocker Mac Vai can turn this poem to a song if you all like this idea &amp;amp; off course poem and if Mac Vai wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blog // The Window of Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun rises, sun sets&lt;br /&gt;Kite flies, bird sings,&lt;br /&gt;River flows, life goes&lt;br /&gt;We write these things.&lt;br /&gt;Child's laugh, old's cry&lt;br /&gt;We capture the image,&lt;br /&gt;Beggars' sorrow, night queen's shy&lt;br /&gt;We show on blog-page.&lt;br /&gt;We see, we write&lt;br /&gt;We think, we fight,&lt;br /&gt;For the truth&lt;br /&gt;The life, the light.&lt;br /&gt;We write, we show&lt;br /&gt;We love Bangladesh,&lt;br /&gt;None as like her&lt;br /&gt;None as fresh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-113879005333247868?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113879005333247868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113879005333247868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/02/song-for-bangladeshi-bloggers.html' title='A song for Bangladeshi bloggers'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-113871203816137326</id><published>2006-01-31T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T04:53:58.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again boaring life...</title><content type='html'>My class is going to be started tomorrow. Again class...class test...exams...sessonals...I don't like it. As like me most of the students think so. But no way to get rid of...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-113871203816137326?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113871203816137326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113871203816137326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/01/again-boaring-life.html' title='Again boaring life...'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-113825696879334618</id><published>2006-01-25T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:29:28.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of public</title><content type='html'>Sun rises in the east,&lt;br /&gt;Sets at west.&lt;br /&gt;Leader comes, leader goes&lt;br /&gt;No change, no change.&lt;br /&gt;Party gets power&lt;br /&gt;Party has lost.&lt;br /&gt;We the public&lt;br /&gt;Steady life Host!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-113825696879334618?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113825696879334618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113825696879334618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-of-public.html' title='Life of public'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-113652888405356861</id><published>2006-01-05T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T22:40:02.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid is coming.....but..........</title><content type='html'>Today I will leave my campus evening to go my home town barisal. Eid is coming. We are going to enjoy. But a lot of poor cant. I saw some of them stations, beside street without proper cloth at deep winter night. I am a student. Though I want to help them but I cant due to various lacks of mine. But I do at my best. Few days ago I with some friends collected cloths from our halls and distributed among needy at station &amp; other places. But thats not enough. &lt;strong&gt;During this enjoyable time of eid we should not forget them as they are our brothers &amp;amp; sisters as we all are bangladeshis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-113652888405356861?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113652888405356861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113652888405356861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2006/01/eid-is-comingbut.html' title='Eid is coming.....but..........'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-113577347252815954</id><published>2005-12-28T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T04:37:52.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam!</title><content type='html'>Now I am passing days through a boring life of exams, exams &amp;amp; exams. Like all the students of earth I dont like it. But there is no alternative. So I sit for it. I will be busy for a month for exams. Is there any benefit of exams?! Now I cant write. My slow blogging turns to slower to be slowest! Oh God! Help me! I want to back. Wht can I do? The ans. may be- KEEP PATIENCE! But my mind doesnt want to know anything except writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-113577347252815954?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113577347252815954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113577347252815954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/12/exam.html' title='Exam!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-113392762785900753</id><published>2005-12-06T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:53:47.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Critical situation</title><content type='html'>Bangladesh is facing a critical situation at present. Its the time to be united. But where is our unity? Have we forgotten 1971? Its painful for us when we notice two big parties, AL &amp; BNP, are nonstop rebuking each other on the case of bomb blast &amp;amp; JMB connection. Very funny! Shame! Actually poitical leaders want power at any cost. Perhaps most of the time they forget the condition of general people who really want peace. Public dont want any damage of country. They dont want power...lots of money....wealth. They want only to lead a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! We love Bangladesh. We hope to be united again as 1971. Dear political leaders! Would you please beside us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-113392762785900753?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113392762785900753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113392762785900753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/12/critical-situation.html' title='Critical situation'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-113272378300080569</id><published>2005-11-23T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:29:43.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamless world</title><content type='html'>What is the destination of present world? War....fire.....kill....rape...captures our dream. We are going to forget to think, to speak, to dream.....! Are we going to be dreamless? I dont know. To be or not to be. Do you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-113272378300080569?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113272378300080569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113272378300080569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/11/dreamless-world.html' title='Dreamless world'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-113263467779663134</id><published>2005-11-22T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T20:44:37.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will be the end?</title><content type='html'>Bomb blast.....killing.....rape........violence&lt;br /&gt;Hartal......prevention.....arrest.....dark&lt;br /&gt;What will be the end?&lt;br /&gt;Dreamless......timeless....moneyless.....&lt;br /&gt;Foodless....blood.......cooollling.....&lt;br /&gt;What will be the end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-113263467779663134?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113263467779663134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/113263467779663134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-will-be-end_22.html' title='What will be the end?'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-112953186274338696</id><published>2005-10-17T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:51:02.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irregular blogger</title><content type='html'>You know I am an irregular blogger. Question is 'WHY?'. Now I am in my home town Barisal. My father is very sick. I am trying to spend time for him. So I cant manage time to write. Moreover due to high cost, cyber-cafe is going to out of my range as I am still a student. But I love writing. I love blogging. I will back as regular blogger soon insaallah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-112953186274338696?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112953186274338696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112953186274338696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/10/irregular-blogger.html' title='Irregular blogger'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-112791555215310001</id><published>2005-09-28T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T06:52:32.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Website of DSR</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DSR means Debating Society of RUET. I am a member of it. Recelty it published a website. You all are eagerly welcome to visit this site: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/dsrruet/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.geocities.com/dsrruet/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NB: Outside Dhaka DSR is the first of all debating societies that published a web before all!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-112791555215310001?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112791555215310001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112791555215310001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/09/website-of-dsr.html' title='Website of DSR'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-112711356938755301</id><published>2005-09-19T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:06:09.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangladesh......attacked future!</title><content type='html'>As a bangladeshi I am very much frustrated for the present situation of this country. What's the future of Bangladesh? What's the job of govrenment? Why're terrors not arrested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Have you read the recent issue of a weekly national magazine named '&lt;a href="http://www.shaptahik2000.com"&gt;shaptahik2000&lt;/a&gt;'. In this issue a feature has been published about blogging. You may enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-112711356938755301?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112711356938755301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112711356938755301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/09/bangladeshattacked-future.html' title='Bangladesh......attacked future!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-112641991495081676</id><published>2005-09-11T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:25:14.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter From Nazzina</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There is a SOLAR storm going on, so AVOID sun as much as possible for next 2 weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;this is important because sun will release flares which will cause radiation coming down to earth, in every area where sun will shine.&lt;br /&gt;this radiation is harmful for health.&lt;br /&gt;So AVOID SUN as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;dont use Cell Phones unless its important and emergency&lt;br /&gt;this is no joke because I just worked on a report today.&lt;br /&gt;Please pass or tell about this Solar info to your friends and families.&lt;br /&gt;thanks ..................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-112641991495081676?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112641991495081676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112641991495081676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/09/letter-from-nazzina.html' title='A Letter From Nazzina'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-112434342569430109</id><published>2005-08-18T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:37:05.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bomb blast.....failed security</title><content type='html'>I was astonished hearing the news of bomb blast yesterday. About 400 bombs blasted at a time whole country. How is it possible? Where is RAB, Police &amp; DB.........Intelligence and law enforcing agencies? Now it is clear to us that our  national security system is seriously injured. Immediately it needs hard &amp;amp; fast treatment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-112434342569430109?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112434342569430109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112434342569430109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/08/bomb-blastfailed-security.html' title='Bomb blast.....failed security'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-112368129071218165</id><published>2005-08-10T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T06:41:30.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream....I dreampt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some times I like to write in my native language Bangla. Some times I send my so called bangla writings to various news papers. Some times they publish.....some times not....today one of them has been published. In bangla the heading is &lt;a href="http://www.prothom-alo.net/v1/newhtmlnews1/feature.php?CategoryID=20&amp;Date=2005-08-10"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'SOPNO.....AMAR DEKHA'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . If you get time plz read it.......I am waiting for your comments.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-112368129071218165?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112368129071218165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112368129071218165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/08/dreami-dreampt.html' title='Dream....I dreampt'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-112350781107542600</id><published>2005-08-08T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T06:30:11.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you.......</title><content type='html'>I am looking for you&lt;br /&gt;Morning till night,&lt;br /&gt;Night till morning.&lt;br /&gt;Sun shine touches me&lt;br /&gt;I mistake its you,&lt;br /&gt;Hearing birds’ song&lt;br /&gt;I hear your call,&lt;br /&gt;Rain drops makes me&lt;br /&gt;I feel your warm kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Vast blue sky, kites’ fly&lt;br /&gt;Cloud and cloud,&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for you&lt;br /&gt;In crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a moonlit night&lt;br /&gt;Speaking with stars,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling gentle breeze-touch&lt;br /&gt;I miss you much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-112350781107542600?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112350781107542600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112350781107542600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.......'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-112350764004973722</id><published>2005-08-08T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T06:27:20.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City Life</title><content type='html'>Destination less journey,&lt;br /&gt;Full of anxiety, full of envy,&lt;br /&gt;An aimless race as life.....&lt;br /&gt;What is city life?&lt;br /&gt;No rest, no peace,&lt;br /&gt;Just run and run.......just.....run.&lt;br /&gt;Sun rises, rain drops&lt;br /&gt;Birds are singing....but&lt;br /&gt;No time to see....&lt;br /&gt;No time to be wet.......&lt;br /&gt;No time to listen............&lt;br /&gt;Where is time?&lt;br /&gt;Running beside bus, track, rickshaw&lt;br /&gt;Facing traffic jams....jam...jam.&lt;br /&gt;Bill of water,&lt;br /&gt;Bill of gas..........electricity..........&lt;br /&gt;Captures heart.........soul.....aaaaaaah.......&lt;br /&gt;But, no.........no.......water.....gas......&lt;br /&gt;No electricity.....dark ....dark life.....City life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-112350764004973722?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112350764004973722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112350764004973722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/08/city-life.html' title='City Life'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-112299085031118320</id><published>2005-08-02T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T06:54:10.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Matiur Rahman!</title><content type='html'>I am very much glad to know the name of the winners of Magsaysay Award 2005. Famous journalist Matiur Rahman who is the editor of daily Prothom-alo is one of the winners of this award. It’s not only a great honor for him but also the whole nation. Working magnificently though various public welfare fields, writing against all black &amp; dark of society and speaking for making glorious nation Matiur Rahman tries to enrich our country. So he is the most suitable person of getting this award. That’s why selection committee can be thanked.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Journalist Matiur Rahman will get about 32 lac taka for winning this award. Now a lot of people think- How will he spend it? It’s his personal affair. But I think the man who is working for the welfare of nation and spending himself &amp;amp; his whole life for Bangladesh, he will spend his award in such a way that our poor sweetest motherland will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Matiur Rahman will continue his journey of truth. Thanks him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-112299085031118320?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112299085031118320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112299085031118320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/08/congratulations-matiur-rahman.html' title='Congratulations Matiur Rahman!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-112114539787565553</id><published>2005-07-12T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:16:37.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishment on schoolboys</title><content type='html'>It’s a common scene of our schools that children are cruelly punished there. Most of the school teachers like to beat them mercilessly. They apply various techniques on students as punishment, such as, to hurt ear or belly or fingers, to stand by one leg, to bow down under bench etc etc. All these useless activities often hamper a child’s both mental &amp;amp; physical health. As a result broken minded generation may be got.&lt;br /&gt;Recently it has been found a heartrending example ‘Dipu’. He was only 12 years schoolboy of class four. This innocent boy was killed by one of his teachers through beating.&lt;br /&gt;To err is human. So it’s natural that a student may make mistakes during study. Teachers should identify the causes of mistakes and make the students understood it. Schoolboys or girls are not sinners or crimers as they would be punished such an unwise way. If a teacher advises students with proper care, they must obey him/ her. So no need of such physical punishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-112114539787565553?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112114539787565553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112114539787565553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/07/punishment-on-schoolboys.html' title='Punishment on schoolboys'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-112109800912374928</id><published>2005-07-11T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:06:49.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From a national newspaper......</title><content type='html'>"After brutally unleashing their fury on photojournalists, some members of the National Security Intelligence (NSI) have exposed the poverty of their intelligence. This they have done by framing cases against 20 journalists. What a shame! It is them who should find themselves in the dock for failing to do their duty. Instead, they try to prove that they did the right thing by physically assaulting the journalists who were carrying on their professional duty. What was the photojournalists' crime? They took pictures of the NSI office's boqndary wall smeared by writing and posters on it. This drew the wrath of the NSI members, not the writing and fastening of posters on the wall. Was it an act of threat to national security? For argument's sake let us accept that taking picture of the wall is not legally approved, but does it mean that the members of the NSI would resort to physical violence against the 'offenders'? They have no business to hand summary punishment to such offenders. It is the court that is entitled to decide the matter and award punishment, if any."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-112109800912374928?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112109800912374928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112109800912374928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/07/from-national-newspaper.html' title='From a national newspaper......'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-112063289750896507</id><published>2005-07-06T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:54:57.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Comes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We are passing rainy season now. Its really charming to enjoy the dropping sound of rain, more interesting is showering! In Rajshahi rain is rare comparing other districts. So when it comes people try to use it properly. Specially children play football on ground bathing. My exam is running at full speed! As I have to deprive the wish to be wet in rain afraid of fever! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-112063289750896507?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112063289750896507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/112063289750896507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/07/rain-comes.html' title='Rain Comes...'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111970767062325131</id><published>2005-06-25T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T06:54:30.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics is a funny game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The recent developments in our country's politics are really funny. It is very clear now that a politician can do anything for himself. At present the definition of politics is " Do only for yourself and give up the wife if necessary". General Ershad is a 'role model' of modern politics! He has amply proved the changed definition of politics!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111970767062325131?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111970767062325131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111970767062325131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/06/politics-is-funny-game.html' title='Politics is a funny game!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111970755702107548</id><published>2005-06-25T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T06:52:37.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama and politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Can any one tell me the similarity between drama and politics? I think that under the present condition in Bangladesh both are full of falsehood! Drama is a combination of fictitious attitude of actors and actress. On the other hand the politicians display such attitudes when it is needed in the field of politics. Drama gives recreation to the audience. Politics gives not only recreation but also wealth and power, to the politicians only. We, the public, try to share but fail again and again!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111970755702107548?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111970755702107548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111970755702107548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/06/drama-and-politics.html' title='Drama and politics'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111901579724949559</id><published>2005-06-17T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T06:43:17.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am busy with exam ..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Actually I am busy with exam now. So I have become irregular in blogging. After finishing exam I will be regular. Oh ya recently two writings of mine have been published- one is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ittefaq.com/news.php?id=96766&amp;sys=3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bangla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &amp;amp; other is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailystar.net/2005/06/17/d50617110178.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. If you get time please read them &amp;  you are always welcome to comment on......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111901579724949559?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111901579724949559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111901579724949559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-busy-with-exam.html' title='I am busy with exam ..............'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111832908010267787</id><published>2005-06-09T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T07:58:00.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rape// The crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever seen a newspaper without the news of a rape even for a single day? Unfortunately I have failed to get such a newspaper. Moreover the number of this type of news is increasing alarmingly. So at present there is no hope to get that type newspaper, isn’t it, really? Actually everything depends on us. Because man can do anything if he wants. Then the satisfactory answer may be gotten.&lt;br /&gt;What’s the cause of a rape? I think the main cause of rape is mental disease. Porn magazines &amp; movies create this disease. Moreover, tendency of taking revenge on a woman occurs rape. Lack of morality in the youth is one of the causes.&lt;br /&gt;It’s our irony of fate that judgment for a rape is rare now. In most of the cases most the criminals are powerful than the victims &amp;amp; our rotten society always supports powerful person. So most of the victims get one-eyed judgments. As a result, criminals get inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to prevent rape? Of course possible! If law is used properly, criminals don’t get any political support, victims get wise judgment &amp; overall men respect women from heart, then the term ‘Rape’ must be vanished from our society someday &amp;amp; we are waiting for such a bright day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111832908010267787?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111832908010267787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111832908010267787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/06/rape-crime.html' title='Rape// The crime'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111763280865758557</id><published>2005-06-01T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T06:33:28.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Father</title><content type='html'>Is there any definition of father? I think there is no exact solution of the question. None can coat the contribution of father through few words. Father is father. He has no alternative. Can you remember your very childhood when you just started walking? Who was your first partner in playing playground at that time? Do you know how to swim or ride a bicycle? If you know so tell from whom did you know this? The answer of all these questions is ‘father’.&lt;br /&gt;In bangle people call father as ‘baba’, ‘abba’, ‘abbu’, ‘babu’ etc. A few Indians call ‘babuji’, ‘abbaji’ as their father. The English use the term as ‘father’, ‘dad’, ‘papa’, ‘pappa’, ‘daddy’ etc. Actually various people call their beloved father according to their land, language &amp; culture.&lt;br /&gt;In this strange world there are some tasks that cannot be ignored. One of them is father’s love &amp;amp; affection &amp; his contribution in our life. Most of the children get the knowledge of alphabets from father first. Many of them want to be a man as father. So father is a milestone of life. In the way of life father acts as the safest shadow that gives us proper direction to go ahead. In every stage, every step of life father’s contribution cannot be neglected. Every cell of our body is bound to announce the loving influence of father. In our country finance of father helps us to be not only educated but also employee. Life without father is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;But we are so peculiar that we can easily ignore our father during his old age. We are so heatless that often we consider him as burden. He gets ill-treatment from us. Sometimes some black ships rebuke their old father due to lack of his working capability. Strange! Really strange! Exactly man can do anything!!! At present an astonishing culture is created our country! Now we send our old father to old home in order to be released of burden!&lt;br /&gt;Actually a fatherless man can realize the value of father. An orphan can feel heartily the need of father in this critical life. So don’t forget your father. He is waiting for you with a bunch of love.&lt;br /&gt;My old, sick father is 400 kms away from me now. I miss you father. I love you. Advance Happy Fathers’ Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111763280865758557?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111763280865758557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111763280865758557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/06/about-father.html' title='About Father'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111763255261046698</id><published>2005-06-01T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T06:29:12.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solutionless speech</title><content type='html'>We are very much frustrated for the present situation of Bangladesh. Is there any happiness in any sector of this country? Perhaps government will say that Bangladesh is the happiest country of the world &amp; all those happiness are the contributions of them. But the general people are not blind, they can observe. They are not fool, they can think. And this is the problem. Present condition makes us anxious, disheartens &amp;amp; above all frustrated.  &lt;br /&gt;What’s happen in Dhaka University? Through a cruel road crush a female student of DU was killed. General students went to Vice-chancellor for their safety. As a result we got most peculiar treatment of safety. A lot of female students were beaten &amp; tortured by a strange combination of team containing teachers &amp;amp; JCD. What a treatment it is! Shame! Shame!&lt;br /&gt;It’s our irony of fate that poor peoples’ lives have no value. So thousands of known-unknown men-women lost their lives due to launch capsize, Savar tragedy, crossfire etc.&lt;br /&gt;For them law is really blind. So no judgment is required. Because ‘Allah ar mall Allah ee nese’!&lt;br /&gt;Once only opposition party called hartal. Now both government &amp; opposition parties call hartal. Standing between them general people pass a vibrant life. People face hamper of life &amp;amp; wealth. Students fail to continue their studies. But politicians have no tension. Because most of their children live in foreign country &amp; study there. So no problem! Continue hartal!&lt;br /&gt;If we were blind &amp;amp; fool, we would not see &amp; think of anything for the country. No frustration would be created. No tension! No anxiety! So we want to be blind &amp;amp; fool!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111763255261046698?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111763255261046698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111763255261046698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/06/solutionless-speech.html' title='Solutionless speech'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111716943311201020</id><published>2005-05-27T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T21:50:33.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Bangladesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hearing birds’ chirping, getting the kiss of sun I get up from bed everyday. I take light exercise in the corridor of our hall from where sky is vastly seen. Blue sky! Sometimes a few clouds fly, sometimes birds. They all are free. They fly through an independent sky today.&lt;br /&gt;There are three ponds in our RUET campus. When I walk beside them, I find people bathing. Children are bathing with great joy. Some of them jump into water from the branches of trees. What a free movement!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I enjoy walking though paddy field. Fresh air touches me. Green nature influences me to be poetic. When air blows, green crops bow down. During winter all these field are empty. Then young boys fly kites there. Kites fly freely in order to reach unknown destination. Sometimes they meet birds.&lt;br /&gt;I like rain though it is rare in Rajshahi. I find great taste into showering under rain water.&lt;br /&gt;Wet nature gives me much pleasure when I see under a wet green leave a bird tries to save itself, children play football and women walk looking for dropped fruits during rain cats &amp; dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Rajshahi is famous for Padma. I go to the bank of this river most of the evenings. A lot of people come there to enjoy their leisure. Gentle breeze blows. Boats move. Trawlers go to the villages situated opposite side of Padma with villagers &amp;amp; workers. Men-women enjoy gossiping. Many of them enjoy walking.&lt;br /&gt;This is a very little portion of our sweet Bangladesh. This is my motherland. I am proud of this country. "Amar sonar bangle ami tomai valobashi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111716943311201020?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111716943311201020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111716943311201020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-sweet-bangladesh.html' title='My Sweet Bangladesh'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111625417728862648</id><published>2005-05-16T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T07:36:17.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am surprised!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am surprised to read today’s &lt;a href="http://www.thedailystar.net/"&gt;daily star&lt;/a&gt;. Do you know why? Because someone has written about my writing there today. Plz click&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailystar.net/2005/05/16/d505161112101.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and read it.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover a written letter of mine has been published in the same issue. Plz click &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailystar.net/2005/05/16/d50516110392.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; if you get time to read it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111625417728862648?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111625417728862648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111625417728862648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-surprised.html' title='I am surprised!!!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111553503003259203</id><published>2005-05-08T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T23:56:19.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers' Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I Love You Mom!Mom's smiles&lt;br /&gt;can brighten any&lt;br /&gt;moment,Mom's hugs put&lt;br /&gt;joy in all our days,Mom's love&lt;br /&gt;will stay with us&lt;br /&gt;foreverand touch our lives in&lt;br /&gt;precious ways...The&lt;br /&gt;values you've taught,the&lt;br /&gt;care you've given,and the wonderful&lt;br /&gt;love you've&lt;br /&gt;shown,have enriched my&lt;br /&gt;lifein more ways that I can count.I Love you&lt;br /&gt;Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Author Unknown &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111553503003259203?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111553503003259203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111553503003259203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers&apos; Day!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111535815075650491</id><published>2005-05-05T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:42:30.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate &amp; Dividing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Before discussing the main topic it’s needed to tell a little bit about me who want to say something that may be meaningless to everybody about debating as I am not specialist in debating. Any way! I like debating. From my boyhood I started to practice it. In school life I got the opportunity for participating national television school debate competition. I was the former captain of Barisal Zilla School Debating Team. At present I am engaged in Debating Society of RUET. Still now I carry on debate practicing. Though in school life I followed the ancient way, so called script based, of debating, mostly now parliamentary format is followed. So I know about both popular formats of debate. Perhaps my knowing may not be proper. Because knowing is endless.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the debate competitions are organized in Dhaka. As because a lot of latent debaters often fail to participate those programs due to lack of time, money &amp; many other facilities. Many educational institutes, outside Dhaka, do not want to sponsor the student-debaters. Sometimes parents’ support is not available. To solve these problems organizers who arrange debate competition in Dhaka should take initiatives immediately for arranging debate contest outside of capital regularly. It is a matter of hope that Bangladesh Debate Federation (BDF) &amp;amp; National Debate Federation (NDF) have come out of Dhaka to organize national type debate competitions through which many talent were identified. If the habit of centralism is given up, then everybody of the world of debate of Bangladesh may be hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;Now-a-days many young debaters neglect the ancient format of debating. I know parliamentary format is more interesting &amp; exciting. But present is based on past. So both the formats should be considered with equal respect. Debate, based on funny topic, may be called as fun-debate that gives a lot of pleasure to the audience. But this type of debate is not in the real formats of debate. Can it be included in a formatted way?&lt;br /&gt;Ours’ have many organizations those work with debate, debaters &amp;amp; debating. It is heard that unfortunately some of those organizations work by deep political influence. I think debate is an art that comes from heart &amp; mind &amp;amp; thoughts where no political influence plays vital role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111535815075650491?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111535815075650491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111535815075650491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/05/debate-dividing.html' title='Debate &amp; Dividing'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111492776602309397</id><published>2005-05-01T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T23:09:26.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Should be The Destination of Children?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It is very simple &amp; clear to all that children are the future of country. So they should be grown up through a balanced way where no frustrational material is existed. All of them should have destination of life. They should be brought under the shadow of confidence. They should be taught in such a way that they learn to believe themselves. I think in this case environment plays a vital role. In the environment parents play the main role, then teacher &amp;amp; others’ act is considerable.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the children are mentally weak due to lack of confidence. They are always afraid of many things what they would do easily. Their confidence must be increased otherwise future may not be self-dependent. But how is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is impossible. At present most of the schools teach children under unbearable pressure. Now it is a common scene, a child’s weight is less than that of its total text books. During the time of going to school the child can’t bear its school bag what is carried by its father or mother or anyone else. Under such idiotic pressure most of the children lose interest of study. They are afraid of math, English, bangle, history etc. I think the pressure should be decreased. Quality is better than quantity. So huge number of text books are not needed if few books, those have quality, are taught in proper way. Teachers have many responsibilities. They should make study interesting and enjoyable to children. In school most of the teachers like to beat children for punishment. This useless habit must be given up. Children are not criminal. They obey if they are advised nicely. So beating is unwise.&lt;br /&gt;Relation between father and mother is very important for both physical and mental health of a child. If the relation is sweet, the child must be confident for any contest. If there is spoiled relation, the child has a very little bit of possibility to win.&lt;br /&gt;Various contests may play an important role for increasing the mental power of children. For example, Math Olympiad. Through this contest lot of children have become very much confident to solve mathematical problem. Our government should take immediate response to arrange such type of contests. Thanks to the ins &amp; outs of Math Olympiad. This type of arrangement is really praiseworthy.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111492776602309397?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111492776602309397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111492776602309397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-should-be-destination-of-children.html' title='What Should be The Destination of Children?'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111452507732647629</id><published>2005-04-26T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T07:17:57.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No need of censor board!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have you enjoyed recent released Bangle movie? Anybody may ask me, "Are you joking?" I think most of you will oppose the word "enjoy". Because the man who has a little bit of choice for culture of Bangladesh must give up watching Bangle movie that is mostly story less, senseless, properly education less but full of idiotic, useless &amp; unwise sex &amp;amp; violence. So it is totally impossible to enjoy. Any way! I am confused about the act of censor board that gives permission such type of vulgar movie to play in cinema hall! How is it possible? A well-headed man can’t permit any vulgar movie for playing.&lt;br /&gt;During the time of consideration what were the jobs of the members of the censor board?&lt;br /&gt;Were they sleeping? I am very much surprised when I see a fantastic &amp;amp; artistic movie "MATIR MOINA" was censored but many dirty movies are being released. Lot of questions are being raised for the role of censor board. If such type of censor board is not existed, perhaps the nation will not be hampered much. So no need of censor board!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111452507732647629?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111452507732647629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111452507732647629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-need-of-censor-board.html' title='No need of censor board!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111444477785519485</id><published>2005-04-25T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T08:59:37.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A writing of mine in star</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today a letter written by me has been published in the daily star. Plz read it if u get time. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailystar.net/2005/04/25/d50425110593.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111444477785519485?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111444477785519485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111444477785519485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/04/writing-of-mine-in-star.html' title='A writing of mine in star'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111417833501701994</id><published>2005-04-22T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T06:58:55.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of my published writings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mainly I am a writer of 'bangla' language. I like to write about various topics of science. Yesterday I wrote on mobile tips in a national daily '&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amardesh&lt;/span&gt;'. If you like to read the tips plz click &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amardesh.net/news.asp?PSecID=17&amp;SSecID=17&amp;amp;SID=S14"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today a writing of mine has been published in the daily &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Star&lt;/span&gt;. Would you read it ? plz click &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailystar.net/2005/04/22/d50422110481.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111417833501701994?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111417833501701994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111417833501701994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/04/two-of-my-published-writings.html' title='Two of my published writings'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111409441045069582</id><published>2005-04-21T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T07:40:10.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A question?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;An advertisement&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIFE IS SHORT/ LIVE IT UP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how is it possible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111409441045069582?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111409441045069582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111409441045069582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/04/question.html' title='A question?!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111390732449702448</id><published>2005-04-19T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T03:42:04.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in a loadsheded night</title><content type='html'>In our daily life load shedding play an important role as it has already become one of the common means of our life during every hot season! Now we’re passing summer facing angry sun with heartless hot air. People are always trusty. Hot weather makes people tired. Most boring life we pass at present. It becomes most boring when the electricity is off. This is occurred mostly every night. Men of all age turn to be helpless at that time.  I live in Rajshahi that is one of the hottest districts of  Bangladesh. Every night during the time of load shedding most of the students come out of hall and walk and gossip in campus. Before my hall a big field is situated. We sit on grass dividing groups. Sitting circularly we start gossiping. There is no fixed topic. Politics, game, cause of load shedding etc are the topics. Sometimes we enjoy dirty jokes. One strange matter takes place in discussion and that is mobile. ‘One unknown number missed called me. Threat him.’ ‘Look, she send me a nice sms.’ etc etc etc. When gentle breeze blows we feel comfort. Otherwise we rebuke continuously all responsibilities of power system until the electricity back. It is right load shedding gives us pleasure for a limited time by depriving us from boring study! But there is a proverb – Excess of anything is bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111390732449702448?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111390732449702448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111390732449702448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/04/walking-in-loadsheded-night.html' title='Walking in a loadsheded night'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111353776983619388</id><published>2005-04-15T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:02:49.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free! Free!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Three months of a year we are too busy to think of other topics except native land &amp; language. February, March &amp;amp; December-in these months we suddenly become very much patriot! During that time we are so so anxious about ‘Bangla’ &amp; Bangladesh! When February comes, we engage to discuss about our language &amp;amp; sacrifice of 1952 only for this month. Strangely other times of year we are not interested on this matter. Similarly during March &amp; December we speak, think &amp;amp; write on the topics related to our liberation war. Honour of freedom fighters is the talk of the time in two months. It’s funny that in other months we don’t think about the contribution of freedom fighters.&lt;br /&gt;So these three months make us busy and after their departure, we free &amp;amp; free!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111353776983619388?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111353776983619388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111353776983619388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/04/free-free.html' title='Free! Free!!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111321898798166036</id><published>2005-04-11T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T04:29:47.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Gone, We Free!</title><content type='html'>The month of independence has gone. So we've become free! Three months of a year-february, march &amp; december make us too much consious about our motherland &amp;amp; language! During this time most of us think, speak &amp; write on freedom, freedom fighter &amp;amp; 'Bangla' language. In other time strangrely we can't do so. What a funny mentality it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111321898798166036?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111321898798166036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111321898798166036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/04/march-gone-we-free.html' title='March Gone, We Free!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111202048884996457</id><published>2005-03-28T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T06:34:48.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter in Daily Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Few days ago I wrote an article named 'student politics of Bangladesh' in my blog. An edited form of this post has been published in &lt;a href="http://www.thedailystar.net/2005/03/28/d50328110798.htm"&gt;The Daily Star&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111202048884996457?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111202048884996457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111202048884996457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/03/letter-in-daily-star.html' title='A letter in Daily Star'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111175699128288577</id><published>2005-03-25T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T05:23:11.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th March, Independent day &amp; Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We all know 26th March is a red-letter day for every Bangladeshi. The day is our Independent day from the glorious year 1971. You know there is a proverb it is easier to achieve independence than to maintain it. I think we are passing a critical moment now when the defeated power in 1971 has got the partial power of government, most of the alive freedom fighters are being neglected and the young generation is going to a dark destination where no real history of liberation war is existed. It is noticed there is a strange tendency in some people. They are not interested about the past, about the war &amp; about the history '71. Moreover they despair their children to know the past history of Bangladesh. But why? Past is past, isn't it? Question is what’s the base of present &amp;amp; future? I know present is based on past. And the base of future is present. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111175699128288577?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111175699128288577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111175699128288577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/03/26th-march-independent-day.html' title='26th March, Independent day &amp; Independence'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111132431280177602</id><published>2005-03-20T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T05:11:52.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student politics of Bangladesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Generally the politics in which the students play chief role is known to us as student politics. In Bangladesh student politics is existed. But can we comment it safe? Is it well? I am sorry to say that the present student politics of Bangladesh is quite ill. It needs treatment. Brilliant students have to come in the field of this politics. All black &amp; ugly should be removed from here.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to the history. In 1952, 1969, 1971 students played vital role to save this motherland &amp;amp; language. At that time student politics was used for the welfare of country. Most brilliant students leaded at that time. In those days there was no quarrel among the student politicians for money &amp; power as of today. It’s our bad luck that a big portion of student politics has been spoiled at present. But why? Who are responsible for it?&lt;br /&gt;Two big parties BNP &amp;amp; AL have student organizations. BNP has 'Chattradal' &amp; AL has 'Chattralegue'. Do you know about the leaders of both students' parties? It’s funny though these parties are for students only but most of the central leaders of them are non-students, some of them are married &amp;amp; father of children! Any way! Other alarming matter is no brilliant students who obtain merit position/ A+ in SSC/ HSC are interested in student politics. The present student politicians are not interested in studying. Most of their interest is grown for money &amp;amp; power not for welfare of country. So what is the destination of student politics?&lt;br /&gt;We should immediately conscious about the matter of spoliation of student politics. Because today's student politicians are future's leaders of the country. Can we go back to the golden age of student politics as like as 1952, 1969, 1971.........? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111132431280177602?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111132431280177602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111132431280177602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/03/student-politics-of-bangladesh.html' title='Student politics of Bangladesh'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111054725709613874</id><published>2005-03-11T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T05:20:57.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is our destination?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am very much anxious about the future of Bangladesh. What will come for us? What would be commented for this country? We are passing an unhappy period at present. But why? Who/ what is responsible for the unexpected situation? Personally I think ill politics is the main cause for the upper situation. None know the destination of politics. Even politicians are also totally in dark about their goal. They are engaged in unnecessary debating against each other always. Observing their behavior it seems to me that the government party wants to be in power forever and the opposition party wants the resignation of government party without giving any chance to work by giving hartal &amp; hartal.&lt;br /&gt;These two parties are strict for their decision always. As a result general people are suffering much through facing useless fighting during hartal, losing wealth and sometimes life. At the age of e-net people of other countries know us as a nation who loves quarrel &amp;amp; fight. Often they are afraid of coming here. It is not only hampering but also terrible for our future. So question is " Where is our destination?". And the answer is totally unknown to me. Would you help me please? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111054725709613874?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111054725709613874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111054725709613874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/03/where-is-our-destination.html' title='Where is our destination?'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111037561568425147</id><published>2005-03-09T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T05:40:15.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We want judgement of genocide'71</title><content type='html'>Do you know the genocide happened in 1971 in Bangladesh? At that time this country was a part of Pakistan &amp; she was called East Pakistan. West Pakistan tortured us socially, economically, religiously through every steps of life. They wanted to capture everything of us. But Bangladshis are brave. They announced war against Pakistan for freedom. For this reason Pakistani army tortured, raped &amp;amp; killed thounsands of people. About 30 lac innocent people including children, young &amp;amp; old were killed. Many women were raped. Perhaps their number was about 2 lac. Thus &lt;a href="http://www.virtualbangladesh.com/history/genocide.html"&gt;the biggest genocide of the world '71 &lt;/a&gt;was happened. Now we are independent. But we get no judgement of Pakistan for their evil work in 1971. Still now tortured people are looking for that future when Pakistan would be punished for doing genocide'71.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111037561568425147?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111037561568425147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111037561568425147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/03/we-want-judgement-of-genoc_111037561568425147.html' title='We want judgement of genocide&apos;71'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111020273388977177</id><published>2005-03-07T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T05:38:53.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you read my past post, then you came to know the confusing matter of mine about the announcer of freedom of Bangladesh. For truth I visited some websites. I got some information about the first declaration of freedom of this country. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualbangladesh.com/history/declaration.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mujib said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Today Bangladesh is a sovereign and independent country. On Thursday night West Pakistani armed forces suddenly attacked the police barracks at Razarbagh and the EPR headquarters at Pilkhana in Dhaka. Many innocent and unarmed have been killed in Dhaka city and other places of Bangladesh. Violent clashes between EPR and Police on the one hand and the armed forces of Pindi on the other, are going on. The Bengalis are fighting the enemy with great courage for an independent Bangladesh. May God aid us in our fight for freedom. Joy Bangla."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualbangladesh.com/history/declaration.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zia said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;"This is Swadhin Bangla Betar Kendra. I, Major Ziaur Rahman, at the direction of Bango Bondhu Mujibur Rahman, hereby declare that the independent People's Republic of Bangladesh has been established. At his direction, I have taken command as the temporary head of the republic. In the name of Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, I call upon all Bengalis to rise against the attck by the west Pakistani Army. WE shall fight to the last to free our motherland. By the grace of Allah, victory is ours. Joy Bangla." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both of these two leaders were really great. They contributed a lot for Bangladesh. But I think we're in a useless debate about their contribution. No need for such debate. We should respect them heartly avoiding any debate based on them.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111020273388977177?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111020273388977177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111020273388977177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/03/is-it-true.html' title='Is it true?'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-111000151039924496</id><published>2005-03-04T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:45:10.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Announcer of Freedom of Bangladesh</title><content type='html'>March, the month of independence, is running now. 26th March is a red-letter day for Bangladesh. At this day in 1971 our independence has been announced. But it is our irony of fate that still now we're in dark about the real announcer of freedom of Bangladesh. When the present opposition party AL was in power, all textbooks informed that Sheikh Mujib was the announcer. After five years BNP got the government power and the information was totally changed. Now we know that Ziaur Rahman announced the independence of Bangladesh. So we, the new generation, are absolutely confused about the announcer. Who is right? AL or BNP? Once I knew that history could not be changed. But now I know nothing is universal including history in Bangladesh! Isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-111000151039924496?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111000151039924496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/111000151039924496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/03/announcer-of-freedom-of-bangladesh.html' title='The Announcer of Freedom of Bangladesh'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-110958616540497374</id><published>2005-02-28T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T02:22:45.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Bangladesh// My country</title><content type='html'>Bangladesh Profile&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Geography&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Area: 143,998 sq. km. (55,813 sq. mi.); about the size of Wisconsin.&lt;br /&gt;Cities: Capital--Dhaka (pop. 10 million). Other cities--Chittagong (2.8 million), Khulna (1.8 million), Rajshahi (1 million).&lt;br /&gt;Terrain: Mainly flat alluvial plain, with hills in the northeast and southeast.&lt;br /&gt;Climate: Semitropical, monsoonal. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Noun and adjective--Bangladeshi(s).&lt;br /&gt;Population: Approximately 128 million.&lt;br /&gt;Annual growth rate: 1.6%.&lt;br /&gt;Ethnic groups: Bengali 98%, tribal groups, non-Bengali Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;Religions: Muslim 88%; Hindu 11%; Christian, Buddhist, others 1%.&lt;br /&gt;Languages: Bangla (official, also known as Bengali), English.&lt;br /&gt;Education: Attendance--75.1% (primary school), 21.6% (secondary school). &lt;br /&gt;Literacy: 50% for males; 27% for females, a total of 38.9% literacy.&lt;br /&gt;Health: Infant mortality rate--81/1,000. Life expectancy--58 years (male), 58 years (female).&lt;br /&gt;Work force: (54.6 million): Agriculture--63%; industry--12%; services--25%.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Government&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Type: Parliamentary democracy.&lt;br /&gt;Independence: 1971, from Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;Constitution: 1972; amended 1974, 1979, 1986, 1988, 1991, 1996.&lt;br /&gt;Branches:&lt;br /&gt;Executive--president (chief of state), prime minister (head of government), cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;Legislative--unicameral Parliament (330 members).&lt;br /&gt;Judicial--civil court system based on British model.&lt;br /&gt;Administrative subdivisions: Divisions, districts, subdistricts, unions, villages.&lt;br /&gt;Political parties: 30-40 active political parties.&lt;br /&gt;Suffrage: Universal at age 18. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Economy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Annual GDP growth rate (1998-99): 4.2%.&lt;br /&gt;Per capita GDP (2000 projected): $354.&lt;br /&gt;Natural resources: Natural gas, fertile soil, water.&lt;br /&gt;Agriculture (30% of GDP): Products--rice, jute, tea, sugar, wheat. Land--cultivable area cropped at rate of 176% in 1997; largely subsistence farming dependent on monsoonal rainfall, but growing commercial farming and increasing use of irrigation.&lt;br /&gt;Industry (20% of GDP): Types--garments and knitwear, jute goods, frozen fish and seafood, textiles, fertilizer, sugar, tea, leather, shipbreaking for scrap, pharmaceuticals, ceramic tableware, newsprint.&lt;br /&gt;Trade (1999): Merchandise exports--$5.4 billion: garments and knitwear, frozen fish, jute and jute goods, leather and leather products, tea, urea fertilizer, ceramic tableware. &lt;br /&gt;Exports to U.S. (1999): $1.918. Merchandise imports--$8.6 billion: capital goods, foodgrains, petroleum, textiles, chemicals, vegetable oils. Imports from U.S. (1999)--$275 million. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sources: U.S. Department of State, March 2000&lt;br /&gt;Bureau of South Asian Affairs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-110958616540497374?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110958616540497374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110958616540497374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/02/about-bangladesh-my-country.html' title='About Bangladesh// My country'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-110856225402082637</id><published>2005-02-16T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T05:57:34.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A comment</title><content type='html'>“Everyone loses if one language is lost because then a nation and culture lose their memory, and so does the complex tapestry from which the world is woven and which makes the world an exciting place.” Vigdis Finnbogadottir, UNESCO’s Goodwill Ambassador for Languages, Former President of Iceland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-110856225402082637?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110856225402082637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110856225402082637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/02/comment.html' title='A comment'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-110821192999760892</id><published>2005-02-12T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T04:38:49.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"A Valentine is nothing like&lt;br /&gt;A chocolate or a rose.&lt;br /&gt;For in a week these shall be gone,&lt;br /&gt;But Valentines remain.&lt;br /&gt;If love were always sweet to tongue&lt;br /&gt;Or fragrant to the nose,&lt;br /&gt;Each day would be like Valentine's,&lt;br /&gt;And we would go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Valentine just hangs around&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be kissed&lt;br /&gt;Long after special days have passed&lt;br /&gt;And every days are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one is wise to choose one well&lt;br /&gt;And chocolates to resist.&lt;br /&gt;For in the midst of mania&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have one near."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-110821192999760892?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110821192999760892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110821192999760892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentine.html' title='Happy Valentine!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-110792563722554705</id><published>2005-02-09T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:07:17.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"International Mother Language Day aims at promoting linguistic diversity and multilingual education, and at raising awareness of linguistic and cultural traditions based on understanding, tolerance and dialogue." Isn't it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-110792563722554705?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110792563722554705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110792563722554705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/02/isnt-it.html' title='Isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-110559545320570608</id><published>2005-01-13T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T21:50:53.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About J.K. Rowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://picserver.org/view_image.php/672MTLTGZK33"width=250heigth=250&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joanne Kathleen Rowling, author of the best-selling Harry Potter series of books, was born in Chipping Sodbury, near Bristol, in southwest England. Her birthday, as all true Harry Potter fans know, is July 31, the same as her famous boy-wizard hero. &lt;br /&gt;The family, including her parents and younger sister Di, lived in Yate and then Winterbourne, also near Bristol. Her father worked on airplane engines for Rolls Royce. When Joanne was nine, the Rowlings moved to Tutshill, near Chepstow, England, close to the border of Wales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;School Days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne—called Jo by her family and friends—did well in school, and in her senior year was the top girl in her class. In fact, Rowling has said that as a child she resembled Hermione Granger, Harry's obsessively studious friend, whom she modeled after herself. Although, Rowling notes, "I was neither as clever or as annoying (I hope!)." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, Rowling's favorite subjects were English and foreign languages. She particularly enjoyed reading books such as Manxmouse by Paul Gallico, about a creature with a mouse's body, rabbit's ears, and monkey's paws, and The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and other books in C. S. Lewis's Narnia series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating from public school with top honors in English, French, and German, Rowling went on to study French at the University of Exeter. She earned her degree in 1986 and over the next several years held a variety of secretarial jobs, including one at a publishing firm, where she had to send out rejection letters to prospective authors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she really wanted to do, however, was write. Rowling wrote her first story, Rabbit, about a rabbit with measles, at age five or six. Later, she tried her hand at writing novels, for adults. But she never finished writing any novel before she wrote the Harry Potter books. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter Is Born&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowling started writing the first Harry Potter book in 1990. The idea for Harry—a lonely, downtrodden 11-year-old orphan who learns he is actually a wizard when he is magically invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—came to Rowling while she was stuck on a delayed train between Manchester and London. Although she left England a short time later to teach English in Portugal, Rowling continued to flesh out Harry's story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowling returned to Britain in 1993, settling in Edinburgh, Scotland, to be near her sister. Divorced after a brief marriage in Portugal and now with a baby, she suffered through a period of poverty and depression while she struggled to earn a living and take care of her daughter, Jessica. It was during this difficult time that she finally completed Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, which was renamed Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone for the U.S. edition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Success at Last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following its publication in Britain in June 1997, the book quickly became a hit with children and adults alike and won numerous awards, including the British Book Awards' Children's Book of the Year. Rowling always envisioned the book as part of a seven-volume series—one book for every year that Harry spends at Hogwarts—and a new Harry Potter book appeared every year for the next three years. These were Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (1998), Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (1999), and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2000). These were followed by two short books from Harry Potter's world, Quidditch Through the Ages and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (2001). The profits from those two went to a British charity, Comic Relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowling's road to fame and fortune may have been a bit rocky at times, but her success has been sure. In 2000, the 35-year-old author became the highest-earning woman in Britain, netting more than £20.5 million (about $30 million) over the previous year. She received an OBE (Order of the British Empire), a medal of achievement awarded by the queen, in March 2001. At the end of that same year, she married her second husband, Dr. Neil Murray. On March 23, 2003, Rowling's second child, David Gordon Rowling Murray, was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not Just Another Best-Seller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 21, 2003, three months after David was born, the fifth book of the Harry Potter series was released. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix broke—no, shattered—no, obliterated—the previous record for first-day sales by a book, which had been set by Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. The fourth book sold 372,775 copies in the United Kingdom the day it was released; the fifth one sold almost 1.8 million. The United States sales figures were even more impressive. All told, Order of the Phoenix sold about seven million copies the day it was released. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Harry Potter books have been translated into more than 55 languages, and it has been estimated that more than 250 million copies have been sold around the world. The first three books have been made into films: Sorcerer's Stone made more than $950 million; Chamber of Secrets, more than $850 million; and Prisoner of Azkaban, more than $650 million, as of July 2004, when the third was still in theaters. All three are among the top twenty highest-grossing films of all time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February 2004, Forbes magazine estimated that Rowling had £576 million, or more than a billion dollars. This would make her the first person ever to become a billionaire from writing books. While raising her children has cut into the time she has for writing books, the sixth, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince is now well underway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A New Muggle in the Works&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In late July 2004, Rowling announced on her website that she was expecting a third child. She said that she did not expect this to delay the writing of the sixth Harry Potter book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy: &lt;a href="http://www.cliphoto.com/potter/rowling.htm"&gt;cliphoto.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-110559545320570608?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110559545320570608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110559545320570608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/01/about-jk-rowling.html' title='About J.K. Rowling'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-110493492186810632</id><published>2005-01-06T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T06:25:17.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside of me </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MY love it should be silent, being deep — &lt;br /&gt;And being very peaceful should be still — &lt;br /&gt;Still as the utmost depths of ocean keep — &lt;br /&gt;Serenely silent as some mighty hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet is my love so great it needs must fill &lt;br /&gt;With very joy the inmost heart of me, &lt;br /&gt;The joy of dancing branches on the hill &lt;br /&gt;The joy of leaping waves upon the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, rose, just born&lt;br /&gt;Twin to a thorn;&lt;br /&gt;Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet eyes that smiled,&lt;br /&gt;Now wet and wild:&lt;br /&gt;O Eye and Tear- mother and child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well: Love and Pain&lt;br /&gt;Be kinfolks twain;&lt;br /&gt;Yet would, Oh would I could Love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-110493492186810632?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110493492186810632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110493492186810632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/01/inside-of-me.html' title='Inside of me '/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-110449656122623288</id><published>2005-01-01T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T04:36:01.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'> Welcome 2005// Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've lost a year 2004 forever &amp; got a new year 2005. In the recent past year many weal &amp; woe came to our lives. It is the time to calculate the want &amp; gain of last year.&lt;br /&gt;War in Iraq, India-Pakistan tention, Different bomb blast, recent Tsunami attack, Professor murder etc. damaged human society vastly. Life &amp; wealth were hampered. Thousands of people were finished. &lt;br /&gt;What's the achievement in 2004? We won EMMY Award 2004 for 'Amrao Pari'. Abdullah Abu Sayeed obtained Magasaysay Award 2004. Young scientist Aref Chowdhury was selected as one of the best 100 scientists (young) of the world. So as a Bangladeshi our number of achievements were not so small, not so vast.&lt;br /&gt;New year, new dream, new hope, new want, new gain..........new &amp; new.........wish you all the best. Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N.B: As I'm a tender blogger &amp; very weak in English language, so my reader (if any) should consider my posts with soft heart. I'm trying my best to be skilled in English.  &lt;/em&gt;                                                   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-110449656122623288?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110449656122623288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110449656122623288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2005/01/welcome-2005-happy-new-year.html' title=' Welcome 2005// Happy New Year'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-110386318728910786</id><published>2004-12-20T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T20:39:47.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother// The sweetest word</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=" http://picserver.org/view_image.php/4JFC0N0DTOJ9      "width=400 heigth=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know the sweetest word of the world? What is the loving word that is commented as the upper heading? It is ‘MOTHER’. Yes! In English it is called ‘Mother’ or ‘Mom’ or ‘Mama’ or ‘Mammy’ etc. Using my native language Bangla&lt;br /&gt;it is said ‘Ma’ or ‘Mau’ or ‘Mago’ or ‘Amma’ or ‘Ammu’. Actually different people use different language to call their most loving mother. In Hindi the term ‘Mother’ is expressed as ‘Maji’ &amp; ‘Ammaji’ is the Urdu term of  ‘Mother’.&lt;br /&gt;Mother is the nearest &amp; dearest person for every human being. She gives our birth facing terrible sufferings for ten months or more. When I was child, she looked after me without neglecting any of my wants. Actually all mother of the world always ready to do anything for the welfare of their children. Sometimes it is seen that mother feeds child by her food &amp; she doesn’t eat anything. She faces the effect of hunger smilly for the existence of the life of her child. A lot of sacrifice we get from mother.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us just take from mother. But nothing is given to her. Very strangely many of us forget the sacrifice of mother. They neglect their old mother. There are some people who leave their mother in old-home. They come to meet her once a year. Some of them don’t come. Strange! Really human nature is very strange!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mother is the best inspiration for anybody to reach his/her destination at any field. I think if a man follows his mother’s advise properly, he must succeed in life. Mother is the best blessing from God for men. Life without mother is totally impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Now we, the Bangladeshis, are passing the month of victory. Because 16 December is our Independent Day. In 1971 through a bloodstained nine months long war we got our independence. At that critical time all the freedom fighters got inspirations from their mother as because mother is compared to motherland &amp; motherland is similar to mother.  &lt;br /&gt;The national song of Bangladesh is based on mother. The first line of the song is ‘ OH! MY GOLDEN BANGLA I LOVE YOU....’ In this loving song at many points Bangladesh is called &amp; compared as mother. Actually not only in Bangladesh but also in most of the countries country songs are written with a reflection of mother.&lt;br /&gt;From birth to death in anybody’s life at every stage mother’s contribution is visible. &lt;br /&gt;Now I am 400 km far from my mother. Mother I really miss you. Love you mother! Love you very much! &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-110386318728910786?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110386318728910786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110386318728910786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/12/mother-sweetest-word.html' title='Mother// The sweetest word'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-110181442647528876</id><published>2004-11-30T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T03:33:46.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in a Circle!!!!!!! </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;After a long vacation my class has been started a week ago. Now I'm passing a boring life that can be commented as a circle. Every early morning I get up from bed. Then going to toilet I face a long line of students. After sometimes I go to class. Most of the time I fail to take my breakfast due to lack of time. With hunger I attend sessonal classes, lectures, classtests etc. Three hours long sessonal classes make me so tired that I want to leave lectures of teachers. But I can't. Getting a short tea break I do class till noon. Going back I take meal &amp; then go to sleep. Every afternoon I with friends go to Kazla, a place beside Rajshahi varsity. Eating something we back rooms. And then study till midnight. Everyday all these sequences come to my varsity life as a circle. I think most of the engineering students have to face boring lives like me. Perhaps it is natural!!! So I've to carry on this circle life though I want it or not!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-110181442647528876?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110181442647528876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110181442647528876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-life-in-circle.html' title='My Life in a Circle!!!!!!! '/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-110076154433803304</id><published>2004-11-18T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T07:12:12.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends! I miss u all!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today I will not write anything. Now I will show some photos of my friends and favorite sir/madam including me. All these images sometimes fall me in nostalgia that were so so so sweet days! My friends! Most of you are now too far from me but not from heart!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=" http://picserver.org/view_image.php/41893814FJE4         "width=250height=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At last day of college with Sahid sir.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://picserver.org/view_image.php/R49FL574RPG8                 "width=250height=150&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With our best teacher Dul-a-Shari madam whom we called MOM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="  http://picserver.org/view_image.php/3LQ0WWEGZB8D                    "width=250height=150&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday of Sanjoy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really miss u all! &lt;a href="http://sshahriar.blogspot.com"&gt;LOVE U ALL&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courtesy for photos: Doctor(in future) Rakib Rahman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-110076154433803304?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110076154433803304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110076154433803304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-friends-i-miss-u-all.html' title='My friends! I miss u all!!!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-110067691743888833</id><published>2004-11-17T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:52:42.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid has gone away!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The biggest Muslims' festival EID has gone. Now all have to back to join jobs. Last month totally I spent with my family Baisal that is my home city with great joy. Next week I've to back Rajshahi where is my varsity. Again class, sessonal, exam &amp; exam.............boring.......most boring!!! But the reality is so hard. I must have to back if I wanna be an engineer. So what can I do? just to back.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-110067691743888833?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110067691743888833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110067691743888833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/11/eid-has-gone-away.html' title='Eid has gone away!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-110035734233022711</id><published>2004-11-13T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T06:49:02.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EID MUBARAK!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Few hours ago it was announced that Eid , the biggest Muslims’ festival, will be held day after tomorrow. So EID MUBARAK!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-110035734233022711?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110035734233022711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110035734233022711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/11/eid-mubarak.html' title='EID MUBARAK!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-110001022321885910</id><published>2004-11-09T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T06:23:43.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid &amp; RAB</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Eid, The biggest Muslim festival, is knocking at the door. So most of the people of town &amp; city are eager to back home to meet relatives in order to enjoy Eid together. They are to use various transports for journey of going to family. But all the transport stations make them disheartened by announcing the lack of tickets. The authority of ticket selling says to people that they have no tickets. All had been sold. It’s a mystery that if you offer them extra money they may give you tickets. How is it possible? Is it a magic? May be or may not be. But the mystery should be discovered immediately. For this RAB may help us. So our all transport stations should be controlled by RAB immediately during this Eid season.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-110001022321885910?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110001022321885910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/110001022321885910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/11/eid-rab.html' title='Eid &amp; RAB'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109989622580425385</id><published>2004-11-08T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:43:45.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Blogging in Daily Jugantor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have you seen today’s &lt;a href="http://www.jugantor.com/demo/"&gt; Daily Jugantor &lt;/a&gt;that is one of the best national newspapers of Bangladesh? Surprisingly I found my blog address on a page of that renowed newspaper few hours ago this morning. Actually this daily has published a science &amp; technology based page named ‘Jugantor-dot-com’  today. In this page a writer named ‘Tanjila Nusrat’ wrote about blogging. The name of the article of her in Bangla ‘Blogging // Tottho-Probaher Sadhinota’. Really it is nice writing.  If you get time don’t forget to read &amp; enjoy the mentioned article.&lt;br /&gt;But there is a problem! You can’t get the page ‘Jugantor-dot-com’  in the website of Daily Jugantor.  Strangely in e-version the authority of that national newspaper  don’t add that page! They should add it immediately. So you have to buy a copy of today’s Jugantor from hokker if you want to know about blogging. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109989622580425385?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109989622580425385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109989622580425385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/11/about-blogging-in-daily-jugantor.html' title='About Blogging in Daily Jugantor'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109975300950924804</id><published>2004-11-06T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T06:56:49.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying Sad Songs at Night </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I like night. Night is the best time for me to enjoy through study, writing, reading, watching and others. Silence of night helps me lot to think on any matter deeply without facing any noise what hampers my thoughts at day time.&lt;br /&gt;It was 12-30 o'clock last night. My all family members're sleeping except me. I's enjoying sad songs what're Bengali. Tune made nostalgia. The room where I stayed are carring lots of well &amp; woe moments of mine. I completed S.S.C &amp; H.S.C living this room. Some writings're written by me here. I wrote my first published Bengali story sitting beside a table. And first love letter! It was not for me but for one of my friend who requested me to write a love letter for him in order to win the mind of a cute girl. Yes! he did it! He got her. But I failed myself. Strange....! Very strange....! No. Just nostalgia!!!!   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109975300950924804?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109975300950924804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109975300950924804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/11/enjoying-sad-songs-at-night.html' title='Enjoying Sad Songs at Night '/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109914685231367987</id><published>2004-10-30T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T07:34:12.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in a moonlit night</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://picserver.org/view_image.php/69DJAYB6E2N5"width=350,heith=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;River &amp; moon meet together in a moonlit night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my very boyhood I've a habit of walking. Actually walking gives me a large opportunity to observe different people &amp; various lives of them. Moreover, often my pocket is a blank folder, so I've to walk. Have you ever enjoyed a moonlit night through walking? I enjoyed last night. &lt;br /&gt;Going out of house I found a round moon east sky shining smooth shine. It was 7-30 o'clock at night. During this time of Ramadan I got few people street. Vehicles were small in number. I's walking. Suddenly a nightbird's passing over me. I's afraid. A dog was barking. When I's passing  beside a grave yard, I felt lot of people're sleeping tentionless where all've to come someday. The sky was cloudy. Bathing in the shine of moon clouds're playing like children who used to play field every afternoon. Once I played with her. But now..! She is far far from me! So far.....!&lt;br /&gt;I saw a rickshawpooler responsing the call of nature sitting beside a drain. Azan of Esha was heard. Muslims went to mosque. When I reached on the bank of the river Kirtonkhola, it seemed to me that lighted moon was swimming in the river. This type of scene I watched with my friends named Ashek, Shakil &amp; Zia on the river Padma at Rajshahi few months ago. Oh! What a similarity it was! I could't believe it. But it was true. At that time my handwatch remembered me about home &amp; I started to back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109914685231367987?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109914685231367987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109914685231367987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/10/walking-in-moonlit-night.html' title='Walking in a moonlit night'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109885842719764878</id><published>2004-10-27T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T23:27:07.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What'll we do after vacasion?!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Watching the heading of today's post any reader may ask what it is. Has sadat no work in varsity?! Actually I failed to find any suitable heading for this topic on what I'm going to say. Yah! Our all students of our varsity are enjoying vacasion with in 38 days. All of them are passing days home where they are safe in family. They're getting nice meal. They use fresh water &amp; clean toilet. But after vacasion what'll we do?! Our hall management gives us colorful water that may be seemed to Miranda for a newcomer of our varsity. Oh! I don't want to remember our hall toilets!!! But the reality is very hard! I've to back hall &amp; to use that dirty toilet! I can't understand about the authority of our varsity. They are very very conscious of manythings. But why they ignore the problems of pure water &amp; healthy toilet, its a mystery!!!!!!!!!     &lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109885842719764878?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109885842719764878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109885842719764878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/10/whatll-we-do-after-vacasion.html' title='What&apos;ll we do after vacasion?!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109877284157999753</id><published>2004-10-26T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:40:41.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping &amp; Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Always our politicians show people dream of leading happiest life if public elect them as government! Most of the politicians think themselves as good men of everything, they've no faults, all faults're being possessed by opposition! Our opposition parties've habit to oppose all deeds of government! As for they call 'Hartal' damaging economy of general people in order to get power to develope their own economy! This very ill political condition has made our country backward. I think fire in bazaar, report of TIB, increasing crime etc are the effective evil results of ill politics. Without reparing sick political condition just by sleeping &amp; dreaming to built 'Sonar Bangla' is really impossible!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109877284157999753?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109877284157999753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109877284157999753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/10/sleeping-dreaming.html' title='Sleeping &amp; Dreaming'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109836958753995936</id><published>2004-10-22T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T08:20:06.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire in bazaar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday I went to bazaar in order to buy some vegetables. I took only one hundred taka. The amount of money was not so small to make up the demand of vegetables for a family of five/six members for one/two days. As my family has six members inluding me, I went bazaar tentionless to buy four/five items of vegetables. Reaching bazaar it's seemed to me that I'd nothing in my pocket. There was no item that had price under 30 taka. My God! What's this? I's confused that it was fire or cost!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Visiting bazaar our trade minister announced that all costs were in control! Any people might buy anything! Actually closing eyes if we say,'It is night now!' at day time. So what can other do? Nothing!!!!!!!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109836958753995936?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109836958753995936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109836958753995936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/10/fire-in-bazaar.html' title='Fire in bazaar!!!'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109819868432956008</id><published>2004-10-20T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T08:26:03.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of life in Ramadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://picserver.org/view_image.php/2W642K977GP8"width=350heigth=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During the time of Ramadan Muslims' lives are quite changed. After taking Sehery they sleep late night. Most of them get up late. They refuse themselves from taking meal. Young &amp; old try to avoid illegal deeds. They do not speak ill speech. Most of the cinema halls are closed. The halls those are open show old movies. We find a decent environment around us always.&lt;br /&gt;At the time of Iftar the change is viewed properly. People enter house to break Roja. Its a kind of get-together party for all family members. It is the most enjoyable time for Muslims who keep Roja. &lt;br /&gt;Hearing the Azan of Esha Muslims go to mosque in order to pray a long prayer named Tarabi Namaze. Most of the men pray it in mosque. But women pray this namaze house. Finishing prayer they all go to bed early to get up early at late night to take Sehery. And that's all the changed life of Muslims during Ramadan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109819868432956008?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109819868432956008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109819868432956008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/10/change-of-life-in-ramadan.html' title='Change of life in Ramadan'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109808228059978355</id><published>2004-10-18T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T23:51:20.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'> The story of an afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://picserver.org/view_image.php/6DZLX3GY7DJC   "width=400 height=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The river Kirtonkhola&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I'm enjoying my Ramadan vacasion. So at present I've nothing to do. Last afternoon I took a decision to watch my city Barisal keenly. I decided my wish would be fulfilled by walking on foot. I started my observation from my home. It was time of Ramadan. So there was no thought of eating. I saw people coming &amp; going beside me. Rickshaws &amp; cars were passing. I found roads of dust. Dustbins were not all nit &amp; clean.&lt;br /&gt;When I was passing my school named Barisal Zilla School, an strange sight came to my view. A bitch was feeding milk its children. There was a competition between the children for being nearest of mother. This type of competition is available in humanbeing. It is often seen that in a family little brother &amp; sister are in quarrel to be closest of their mother.&lt;br /&gt;Now the length of afternoon was small. So my story had come to an end reaching on the bank of river Kirtonkhola. It is the river that is washing the legs of Barisal for a long time. The sun was going to set. Boats &amp; lounches were bathing in the sunshine. Birds were flying. The time of ifter was coming. So I started to back home.      &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109808228059978355?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109808228059978355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109808228059978355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/10/story-of-afternoon_18.html' title=' The story of an afternoon'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109793995193061161</id><published>2004-10-16T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T08:19:11.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Experience In Barisal Bus Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday I came my home town Barisal by bus. I'd four laguage including PC. When I reached bus station, I'd an unexpected experience. The bus stopped. I got out from bus looking for a rickshaw in order to take myself with laguage. Suddenly I found a man who took out my laguage without my permission. I asked him who he was. He replied me that he was a labour. When I asked him about permission, strangely he said to me that it was a rule i.e. when a bus comes to station, like him some people enter bus &amp; take laguage out and then demand cost for it to passengers. The man demanded me fifty taka. The amount was very large than his labour. I told him that. He angrily opposed me. Moreover he announced if I would not give him money, I could not go home. I's looking for security. I told it other people. But I found nothing beside me. At last giving 15 taka I'd to leave out. &lt;br /&gt;I can't understand. What is this? What is happing around us?      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109793995193061161?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109793995193061161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109793995193061161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/10/bad-experience-in-barisal-bus-station.html' title='Bad Experience In Barisal Bus Station'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109774465862405210</id><published>2004-10-14T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T02:04:18.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long vacasion of mine</title><content type='html'>Today the administration of our varsity has announced a very long vacasion for students &amp; all. Actually the holy ramadan is coming soon. Beside this durga pooja will be started with in a week. So all these occations have given us an opportunity to enjoy vacasion of about two months.&lt;br /&gt;I will go home tommorrow. Many students of our varsity already are on the way of home now. All of them are now in dream to meet family after long time. May Allah save them in journey.&lt;br /&gt;At last to all: HAPPY RAMADAN!&lt;br /&gt;                HAPPY POOJA! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109774465862405210?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109774465862405210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109774465862405210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/10/long-vacasion-of-mine.html' title='Long vacasion of mine'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109765808832262006</id><published>2004-10-13T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T02:01:28.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue your blogging</title><content type='html'>Blogging is a kind of habit through which anyone may express his/her feelings and share it with the whole world. Thousands of bloggers are blogging regularly. Different kinds of thoughts, culture and various topics come to us if we read blogs. &lt;br /&gt;In my native country Bangladesh we have about fifty bloggers. Most of them are young and many of them are students. Reading these blogs I come to know lot of told &amp; untold matters. &lt;br /&gt;But not all bloggers of this country are regular. Because intenet facilities are not available. Using cyber cafe is costly. So like me many bloggers of Bangladesh fail to continue blogging though they have desire to continue. At last I want to say, Try to continue blogging as your best.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109765808832262006?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109765808832262006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109765808832262006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/10/continue-your-blogging.html' title='Continue your blogging'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109748338222140401</id><published>2004-10-11T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T01:29:42.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is right?</title><content type='html'>Present government of Bangladesh completed three years in power. They commented themselves as successful. They think during these three years they could manage everything well enough. They also think Bangladesh is going to be rich by the leading of BNP.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, The main opposition Awami League (AL) commented that our current government failed totally. During these three years costs of everything were increased alarmingly. Number of crime was increasing. Bangladesh has lost happiness!&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is 'Who is right?' Who will be believed by general people? BNP? or AL? Answer is- I'm totally confused!     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109748338222140401?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109748338222140401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109748338222140401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/10/who-is-right.html' title='Who is right?'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109721393534356792</id><published>2004-10-08T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T22:38:55.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effect of ill politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="   http://picserver.org/view_image.php/N820F0Q8P81W "width=300height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is true that politics can do well for a democratic country if it is well. But if it is ill, it may be most harmful for a country. At present politics of Bangladesh is not well as it should be. As a result we're going to backward when other go forward. We fight internally. Our unity is now at a broken condition. Our economy is not developed. Still now we're dependent on foreign relief. I think no politicians have any thought about country except power. Their destination is only one &amp; that is governmental power. Government want to in power forever. The opposition wants to make them powerless. But they both are not thinking about prosperity of the country. Amazing! They just like to think about themselves not for general people. Really it is our bad luck. But we've to do positive immediately. Because we love our country very much.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109721393534356792?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109721393534356792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109721393534356792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/10/effect-of-ill-politics.html' title='Effect of ill politics'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109696607952229557</id><published>2004-10-05T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T01:47:59.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics in Bangladesh</title><content type='html'>I'm very much disappointed with the present political condition of Bangaldesh. What is the motto of politicians of this poor country? I am confused about their speech till my boyhood. They always speak they are beside public. Their all political activities are being done for public welfare. They're thinking about public. I dont't know they are right or wrong. They're may be anything. I believe myself what I see with my own eyes. At present two big political parties are in excited condition. One party call public for Hartal. Another tell people to oppose it. Perhaps this hot politics can't do anything better for general people. Public always be hampered by political excitement although they want it or not. This ill politics makes our economy broken to more broken. When other country think about national development, we ourselves fight together at that time. But it should be changed immadiately unless our existence may be destroyed.       &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109696607952229557?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109696607952229557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109696607952229557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/10/politics-in-bangladesh.html' title='Politics in Bangladesh'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109594608761370320</id><published>2004-09-23T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T06:33:33.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration of young</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://picserver.org/view_image.php/4D00U567EQFC"width=200height=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young of today are the future of tomorrow. So they are the hope of nation. But it is our misfortune that many young boys/girls are full of frustration instead of inspiration. They become aimless, crazy &amp; hopeless. Most of them are addicted to smoking, drinking &amp; various drugs. Day after day they are going to be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;Now the question-why are they frustrated? Answer may be narrated from different points of view. Failure &amp; lose are common words to define the situation. There is a proverb, weal &amp; woe come by turns. But it is hard for young to tolerate this. For lack of patience they become very much disappointed when they fail any field. I think lost love is one of the main problems of young. Bad relation between parents is a cause of frustration. Long distance between demand &amp; achievement can grow frustration.&lt;br /&gt;What is the solution of this problems? Perhaps no particular answer will be found. just one thing can be commented we should have keep patience. Thinking power should be increased. Useless anger must be removed. I know it is easy to say but difficult to do, but not impossible. If it is done, then we may hope,'We shall overcome someday!'  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109594608761370320?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109594608761370320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109594608761370320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/09/frustration-of-young.html' title='Frustration of young'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109531905272369300</id><published>2004-09-16T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T00:48:14.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A QUARTER CENTURY</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="  http://picserver.org/view_image.php/1RZ5K44UQ6DR "width=400 heigth=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi everybody! How are you? Hope you fine. Today I'm going to write my 25th blog. It's a quarter century! But yet no wicket has been fallen! Now I'll tell you my experience that I acquired through my past posts. Perhaps it may be boring. So please don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was in dark about blogging &amp; blog world. One day I heard one of my friends wrote regularly in e-net through his website. Then a desire was grown in my mind-I would like to write in internet. At that time I'd an idea that wabsite making was costly. As I'm a poor student, I left the wish of writing.&lt;br /&gt;Once I saw a website with exclusive writings named &lt;a href="http://iurifat.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Close your eyes and try to see' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in our varsity central computer lab. I was glad to know that the maker of this site is one of the students of our class. And he was &lt;em&gt;Rifat&lt;/em&gt;. This bosom friend of mine helped me lot to open a blog and modify it. Thanks &lt;em&gt;Rifat&lt;/em&gt;! Thank you very much!!&lt;br /&gt;It is really amazing that unknown people read my blog. They not only read but also comment. When I got first comment on my blog, I can't express my feelings at that time. I was to glad too speak. So thank you all &amp; LOVE U ALL!!!    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109531905272369300?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109531905272369300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109531905272369300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/09/quarter-century_16.html' title='A QUARTER CENTURY'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109402111408291764</id><published>2004-09-01T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T23:45:14.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VARSITY DAY OF RUET</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://picserver.org/view_image.php/2J8SZCXNP22K"width=400 height=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Administration building of RUET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, 1st September, 2004, the first Varsity Day of RUET where I study. Do you know the meaning of RUET? It refers to Rajshahi University of Engineering &amp; technology. It was established as engineering college in 1964. Then it was converted to BIT (Bangladesh Institute of Technology), Rajshahi. Last year this institute came out to our view as RUET. Today we're going to celebrate for passing a year of glory as varsity student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://picserver.org/view_image.php/A402VZMO4YME"width=400 height=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Department of EEE (my dept.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year had passed. Now we've to think about our achievements through one year. Actually it's our bad luck, some facilities like internet in hall, sufficient books of variuos subjects, exclusive ID card, well constructed high road etc are not so increasing as our expectation. But it's a matter of hope that our administration is taking steps to solve all of our problems. Moreover just one year time is not enough to remove all faults &amp; difficulties of a varsity. So we've to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://picserver.org/view_image.php/15V4ZCB2P4Q6"width=400 height=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of our labs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I's a student of 1st semester one of our professors commented-"Institute never glorify students, students may glorify institute". So now we've to think about the way through which we make proud of RUET. Because we love our RUET very much.       &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109402111408291764?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109402111408291764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109402111408291764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/09/varsity-day-of-ruet.html' title='VARSITY DAY OF RUET'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109377083172704559</id><published>2004-08-29T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T02:13:51.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Portion From Rabindra poetry</title><content type='html'>Stray Birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.&lt;br /&gt;And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and&lt;br /&gt;fall there with a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints&lt;br /&gt;in my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.&lt;br /&gt;It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who&lt;br /&gt;shakes her head and laughs and flies away.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;### Rabindranath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109377083172704559?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109377083172704559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109377083172704559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/08/portion-from-rabindra-poetry.html' title='A Portion From Rabindra poetry'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109326192903897694</id><published>2004-08-23T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:44:23.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know about tourism</title><content type='html'>Tourism may be classified into the following types:&lt;br /&gt;Inbound international tourism: Visits to a country by nonresident of that country&lt;br /&gt;Outbound international tourism: Visits by the residents of a country to another country&lt;br /&gt;Internal tourism: Visits by residents of a country to their own&lt;br /&gt;Domestic tourism: Inbound international tourism + internal tourism&lt;br /&gt;National tourism: Internal tourists + outbound international tourism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="More than 3 million tourists visited the Taj Mahal in 2004." href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Monument_of_love_and_symmetry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109326192903897694?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109326192903897694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109326192903897694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/08/know-about-tourism.html' title='Know about tourism'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109282028403669026</id><published>2004-08-18T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T02:23:12.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMENTS ON BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The world of blog is vast. Here lot of known/unknown people express their feelings on various topics. Blog readers are not small in number. They read and comment on blog. One like a blog, another may not like that. This matter is viewed to us by reading their comments. &lt;br /&gt;Recently one matter is seen. And that is lack of patience on comment writing. Sometimes commentators are engaged in debating against each others' comments. Debating &amp; discussion is not bad. But if you use slang words and language through debating. Then it may lose beauty. But blogging world is not ugly. It is full of thoughts, its the way through that we may dream, we may fly in different worlds &amp; different feelings-sky. So don't spoil blog by writing useless comment of slang words.&lt;br /&gt;The upper topic will be clear to viewers if you visit the comment portion of this blog: &lt;a href="http://iurifat.blogspot.com"&gt;www.iurifat.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109282028403669026?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109282028403669026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109282028403669026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/08/comments-on-blog.html' title='COMMENTS ON BLOG'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109246578017307804</id><published>2004-08-13T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T23:43:00.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber Crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://picserver.org/view_image.php/48U5FB38529J"width=400 height=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cyber crime is a common event for e-users. It is a type of crime that may cause harm to human manner and wealth. It should've an end. But still it is increasing.&lt;br /&gt;Virus attack is the most common trouble for net-browsers. Sometimes powerful virus may damage all systems of an e-institution. Actually virus developers are very sharp programmers. They use their talent to evil e-deed. If they use it to human welfare, then internet would've a lot of super power and super communication system.&lt;br /&gt;Chatting is very interesting to all. In the time of chatting many use phone and webcam. Meaningful chatting is hopeful, but meaningless chatting leads to unexpected excitement. Now the question is-what is meaningless chat? I think when libidinous words are used, nude pictures (live or still) are sent between users, then that type of chatting may be commented as meaningless. Therefore there is no need to chat unwisely. &lt;br /&gt;It's an age of communication. People should be more informative. Avoiding cyber crime one may do better in e-world, isn't it?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109246578017307804?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109246578017307804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109246578017307804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/08/cyber-crime.html' title='Cyber Crime'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109228395605953229</id><published>2004-08-11T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:32:29.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like traveling</title><content type='html'>"Tourism is the act of trave for the purpose of recreation and business, and the provision of services for this act. Tourists are persons who are "travelling to and staying in places outside their usual environment for not more than one consecutive year for leisure, business and other purposes not related to the exercise of an activity remunerated from within the place visited." The distance between these two places is of no significance." I like traveling? Do you like it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109228395605953229?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109228395605953229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109228395605953229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-like-traveling.html' title='I like traveling'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7146433.post-109198108257669740</id><published>2004-08-08T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T09:19:49.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna create your tombstone before your death?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://picserver.org/view_image.php/ACF7SM60HDO2"width=450 height=350&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at the upper image. It is my tombstone(!),though I'm still alive. Do you want to make your tombstone before your death? You have a nice oppotunity &lt;a href="http://tombstone.dogcrap.net/create.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to create a tombstone instantly. Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to my friend &lt;a href="http://www.iurifat.blogspot.com"&gt;Rifat&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7146433-109198108257669740?l=sshahriar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109198108257669740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7146433/posts/default/109198108257669740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sshahriar.blogspot.com/2004/08/wanna-create-your-tombstone-before.html' title='Wanna create your tombstone before your death?'/><author><name>sadat shahriar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02934688541712427292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GWH5xzzjmpo/SD0eEkWbmXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Vi1Zh-9sk/S220/sadat-sadat.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
