I’ve always avoided this discussion. Look the thing is, I am gonna conceal as much as possible but will try my best to share most of it. For me, the worst part of my life was few years back when I was in Class 11 and 12 in High School. I lost the most important part of life, Friends, the closest of friends; As I got into class 11, I chose the Science while all my closest friends went with Arts.

“Will a mouse ever construct a mousetrap?” This war between Ukraine and Russia is creating a lot of headlines lately. Some say it will escalate into another “great war”, World War III. How poetic! I wonder who came up with this. In the medieval ages, leaders, kings used to fight alongside soldiers, but as human civilization evolved, the ‘elite’ people at the top power hierarchy became more and more distant from people at the bottom.

In the history of mankind, people have fought for freedom, equality, rights, and whatnot. But a Struggle for language! I don’t think you’ll find another example of this type of struggle. Look, I’m not gonna explain the whole history, or the importance of today’s date, there are thousands if not millions of resources about the history of this struggle, if you’re interested, you can read them yourself. At first, I thought I would write this in Bengali, my mother tongue, but I went with English anyway, ‘cause I’m making a point, you’ll understand if you read till the end.

When I was in Primary school, I was happy. I was enjoying the studios, friendship, and freedom. But when I got into High School, everything changed, Friends became rivals, creating a disturbance in harmony. In Primary School, there was no discrimination among genders. Everybody, everyone was the same, we sat together, we played together, we laughed together, there was this precious harmony among us. But in high school, the harmony among genders was destroyed.

You get an infinite number of wishes — I wish I had a bicycle. Done. 2 weeks later, I wish a motorbike, Done. 1 week later, I wish a car, Done. ….few wishes later… I want a spaceship… This point is, as you get infinite wishes, the cycle of wanting begins and at some point, you forget why you wanted a vehicle in the first place. There is a poem by famous Nobel laureate Bengali poet, Rabindranath Tagore, named “ছাড়পত্র” (Charpatra), in that poem, a specific line is very interesting