About J.K. Rowling

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.
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.

School Days

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!)."

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.

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.

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.

Harry Potter Is Born

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.

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.

Success at Last

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.

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.

Not Just Another Best-Seller

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.

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.

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.

A New Muggle in the Works

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.

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Inside of me

MY love it should be silent, being deep —
And being very peaceful should be still —
Still as the utmost depths of ocean keep —
Serenely silent as some mighty hill.

Yet is my love so great it needs must fill
With very joy the inmost heart of me,
The joy of dancing branches on the hill
The joy of leaping waves upon the sea.

Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?

Sweet eyes that smiled,
Now wet and wild:
O Eye and Tear- mother and child.

Well: Love and Pain
Be kinfolks twain;
Yet would, Oh would I could Love again.

Welcome 2005// Happy New Year

We've lost a year 2004 forever & got a new year 2005. In the recent past year many weal & woe came to our lives. It is the time to calculate the want & gain of last year.
War in Iraq, India-Pakistan tention, Different bomb blast, recent Tsunami attack, Professor murder etc. damaged human society vastly. Life & wealth were hampered. Thousands of people were finished.
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.
New year, new dream, new hope, new want, new gain..........new & new.........wish you all the best. Happy New Year!!!

N.B: As I'm a tender blogger & 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.

Mother// The sweetest word

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
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’ & ‘Ammaji’ is the Urdu term of ‘Mother’.
Mother is the nearest & 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 & 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.
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!!!
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.
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 & motherland is similar to mother.
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 & compared as mother. Actually not only in Bangladesh but also in most of the countries country songs are written with a reflection of mother.
From birth to death in anybody’s life at every stage mother’s contribution is visible.
Now I am 400 km far from my mother. Mother I really miss you. Love you mother! Love you very much!

My Life in a Circle!!!!!!!

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 & 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!!!!!!

My friends! I miss u all!!!

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!!


At last day of college with Sahid sir.


With our best teacher Dul-a-Shari madam whom we called MOM.


Birthday of Sanjoy.

I really miss u all! LOVE U ALL!!!
Courtesy for photos: Doctor(in future) Rakib Rahman.

Eid has gone away!!!!!!!!!!!

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 & 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.

EID MUBARAK!!!!!!!!!!

Few hours ago it was announced that Eid , the biggest Muslims’ festival, will be held day after tomorrow. So EID MUBARAK!!!!!!!!!!

Eid & RAB

Eid, The biggest Muslim festival, is knocking at the door. So most of the people of town & 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.

About Blogging in Daily Jugantor

Have you seen today’s Daily Jugantor 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 & 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 & enjoy the mentioned article.
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.

Enjoying Sad Songs at Night

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.
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 & woe moments of mine. I completed S.S.C & 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!!!!

Walking in a moonlit night

River & moon meet together in a moonlit night.

From my very boyhood I've a habit of walking. Actually walking gives me a large opportunity to observe different people & 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.
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.....!
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 & 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 & I started to back.

What'll we do after vacasion?!!!!!!!!!!

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 & 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 & 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 & healthy toilet, its a mystery!!!!!!!!!

Sleeping & Dreaming

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 & dreaming to built 'Sonar Bangla' is really impossible!!!

Fire in bazaar!!!

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!!!!
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!!!!!!!!!

Change of life in Ramadan

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 & 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.
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.
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.

The story of an afternoon

The river Kirtonkhola.


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 & going beside me. Rickshaws & cars were passing. I found roads of dust. Dustbins were not all nit & clean.
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 & sister are in quarrel to be closest of their mother.
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 & lounches were bathing in the sunshine. Birds were flying. The time of ifter was coming. So I started to back home.

Bad Experience In Barisal Bus Station

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 & 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.
I can't understand. What is this? What is happing around us?

Long vacasion of mine

Today the administration of our varsity has announced a very long vacasion for students & 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.
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.
At last to all: HAPPY RAMADAN!
HAPPY POOJA!

Continue your blogging

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.
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 & untold matters.
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.