LIFE AS IT IS

If I could go back in time What would I do? Would I change a few things? Fix some of the mistakes I made 'cause I was naive? Or would I just let things Be the way they're? Not changing a thing! But only going back To live again some special moments, To see again some loving faces, or To revisit some special places. Life's a one-way journey. I don't want to change a thing, For yesterday's events made me, The person that I'm today. Facebook Page

Many of us donate our money, time and belongings to good causes every year, and it’s the least we can do for those who are less fortunate than us. But after my daughter started attending pre-school, I realized that the importance of giving needs to be ingrained in a child at an early age.  My two-year-old daughter goes to a pre-school, where they teach children about giving from a tender age of two. In their first semester, the teachers asked the students to bring in loose change from home to donate. The children dropped the coins into a jar that was placed outside their classroom. On that project, the school partnered with Heifer International, a global nonprofit organization that works towards ending world hunger and poverty. My daughter’s pre-school is a small one but together they collected $386, which they used to purchase treadle pumps, tree seedlings, a goat and a flock of chicks for communities in need.  The school also organized their annual harvest food drive last Se

How expressive can we be on the social media, especially on Facebook? Our Facebook accounts do not only include our close friends and family anymore, but also friends of friends, acquaintances, workplace colleagues, former colleagues, and sometimes, even people we never met in the real world. With such a large and diverse audience, our Facebook posts experience criticisms and scrutinies that often lead to debates and resentments.  I use Facebook much less than I used to. I rarely put up a status, share a song, poem or anything else. Why? I want to avoid being judged. Yes, people judge you. They reach conclusions about the state of your mind, your marriage, etc. from your posts even though these may not have anything to do with my current state of mind. For instance, a melodious but heart-rending song can make some people think that you are upset about something or someone. In reality, you perhaps shared the song simply because you liked it.  At one time, I felt the wrath o

Ipshita’s parents are Bangladeshis at heart. They want to expose their child to both cultures from a young age. They believe it will enrich her as a person. The two-and-a-half year old Ipshita already knows two languages. She is fluent in Bengali. She understands English but is yet to form long sentences in English. Her pre-school teacher said that her spoken English would improve by the end of the spring semester. Ipshita wears both Easter and Western clothes. When she visits Bangladesh with her parents she wears salwar suits. She sometimes wears salwar suits at home too. She loves her South Asian fancy dresses. They are so brightly colored! She has quite a few of them – she got a couple of them as gifts from her extended family in Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh and her parents’ city. She visited Dhaka twice in the last two years. The city was always too hot and humid for her. Although she did well during her first trip, on her second trip to Dhaka last September, she was

Ipshita is an American by birth and a Bangladeshi by lineage. Both her parents hail from Bangladesh, a small country in South Asia. Her parents’ place of birth has a rich history and culture. She is only two but has already visited Bangladesh twice! Ipshita lives with her parents in a two-bedroom apartment in Wilmington, Delaware. The city is called the hub of the American credit card industry. Her dad works at an American multinational bank. Ipshita’s mother is there for Ipshita 24 hours a day. She is a full-time mother by choice. Both of her parents moved to the United States for their higher education. Her dad came to this country in his teens, soon after he finished his high school in Bangladesh. Ipshita’s father, Arif, has been in the U.S. for more than 10 years now. He studied computer information systems in college. He later earned an MBA. Ipshita’s mom, Samia, came to the U.S. as a graduate student. She studied business and mass communications.

I long to call her  I long to be surrounded  By the sweet fragrance that’s hers. But, she takes to her heels She leaves me, she leaves me When the evening falls on the city. I try to stop her Stop her from going. My thirst for her and her love Only increases with every attempt to stop her, To stop her from going. Here I am standing alone by the window, Watching her go as I'm standing alone. Alas, she does not realize She does not realize my love for her She just does not realize...