Monthly Archives: September 2010

Some are concentrated, some are not – Baitul Mukarram [Dhaka, Bangladesh]

This photo is taken after Eid Prayer in front of Baitul Mukarram Masjid, Dhaka. The Kid I was shooting was concentrated on Munajat, but other’s ware concentrated on my activity.

Dhaka Kamalapur Railway Station in 29th Ramadan

Stepping on platform

My last visit of Kamalapur Railway Station was in 27th Ramadan, which was a photo walk by TTL. But today Shadow (Kamal Pasha) called me at morning 10.30 that am I interested to go Kamalapur Railway Station as we don’t have any special things to do. For Eid purpose, my office was off and I was free. I said an immediate yes and ask him when he will start, if he can inform me so that we arrive in same time. He also informed that Jenny and Nerood bhai is also going to come. Except me, none of them attended in TTL walk due to other business.

Kamalapur Railway Station Ticket Counter


Shadow called around 11.30AM and I went out right at that moment. I though will not found many people like day before yesterday but I was wrong once again. Found a much bigger line of people in Intercity Ticket Counter waiting to buy tickets. I was surprised.

Waiting for time

When we went into the platform 5 & 6, Joyontica Express (Dhaka-Sylhet) was waiting in platform 6. Found a guy who was pumping a leaver to feed the train oil.

Pumping Oil

By this time Jenny & Nerrod bhai arrived and then I came to know Tahiti was also going to come. Then we had a little discussion standing on platform and waited for Tahiti. By this time we took few photos as well. When she arrived we started again.

who don't want to go home?


I tried to observe many people around the train. Some people was trying to sale their product, some was just walking in free area, some was purchasing chips for their kids.

Sealers 01


Sealers 02


Sealers 03


Sealers 04

In this rush we found a kid named Laden. His family was going home. When we was talking with Laden, his another brother and sister arrived and we took photos of them too.

His name is Laden


Laden and his brother


Laden and his brother 02
Today I’ve learned a lesson..

Whenever a kid smiles, Its the most beautiful thing in the world

no matter from which society he came from, in which country he lives.

Laden and his sister

After shooting Laden, we found another sealer who was sealing wrist watches.. he ask us not to publish his photos in news paper cause that might be harmfulness to him.

Wrist watch sealer

In my opinion, my best photo in this walk is the photo where an old man reading news paper “Amar Desh”

Elo Khushir Eid - Eid of Happiness has arrived

After a long time with Joyontica, we moved to platform 3 where a Broad gauge train was waiting to start for Rajshahi.

The final rush


There was too rush of people to get into the train. After a shot time we planned to officially end the walk.

Your Children are not Your Children by Kahlil Gibran & My View

In my personal life I am going through some difficult time with parents & relatives. Relation between me and my family is going worse day by day. Its like they want to deploy their thoughts, their ideology into me & my life.

I feel like, I am an ornaments to them which can not do anything without their wish cause that will hamper their image on their society. But they even can’t think that I might have my own dreams, my own society and I might have little honor and prestige in my society. In my views they have become so selfish 😦 and I remain the poor guy.

Because of this sadness, I updated my facebook status with

my parents don’t know they give me house not home!!! and first comment was by Shaiyan bhai (Imtiaz Ilahi ) with the poem of Kahlil Gibran.
I read some poems of this great Lebanese-American poet. But this is awesome and perfectly matched with my position now. Wish if my parents would understood this poem.

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Kahlil Gibran (1883 – 1931)

My easy understanding of this poem is we are children of GOD who is archer in the poem, we came in to this world through our parents which is replaced by bows and we are the arrows. After giving us birth, they should prepare ourself to walk alone and go forward but should not set our destination as the archer throw the arrow in path of infinite. How far we will go depends on the strength of bows.

Dad, Mom, you through me in wrong path.. Its not my fault, I am not you.. I am me, the arrow going in wrong path.

Dhaka started to be empty on Eid Vacation & Eid Preparation

Today (08 Sept, 2010) after photo walk in Kamalapur Railway Station, me and sunny planned to go new market to buy a travel beg for him. We also planned to have an interval in High Court Mazar sharif.

Empty Malibag area

Earlier in railway station, we felt the emptiness in Dhaka, but we observed it clearly in road when we took rickshaw to go High Court Mazar. Most chaotic circles like Malibag, Shantinagar, Kakrail was almost empty comparing other regular days.

Empty Shantinagar circle


Empty Kakrail Circle


Empty Segun Bagicha


Empty High Court Area

Within a short time we reached High Court Mazar Sharif. Me and sunny visited Shrine of Khawja Sharfuddin Chisti (R) in High Court Mazar. After visiting I planned to take some photos of High Court Eidgah field preparation.

Preparation 01


Preparation 02


Preparation 03


Preparation 04


Preparation 05

After taking some photos of Eidgah, we went to new market but didn’t took many photos. We was hell tired.

Part of Dhaka New Market


I hope within next tow days, Dhaka will be more free city to move and we will have some good days here in the capital.