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Defacing Art

A pair of artwork(Homo Sapience)! Some are crazy about who did it,why he did it, how he did it. It all started years ago, but nobody on earth, still living, knows when it was done for sure. Some find it their only mission in life to study the art. Some dedicate their love and life for the Artist. I am not going to dissect anymore… I find the art as something unique and there is hardly anyone out there, will disagree. But we often do not find the patchworks are enough as done by the artist. Well there is nothing inherently wrong to curate any artwork for better preservation. Curating and altering are two different thing(to me) and altering any masterpiece can never be condoned by that artist. In the case of this pair of artwork, we often tend to alter the artwork rather simply curating. Any guess how we do it? Lots of ways are there in fact.I was struck by a photo feature recently where the journalist painstakingly compiled the pictures of brow-less (eye) celebrities. Now you ...
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A Travelogue Otherwise...

My classmate Hamim is currently teaching at a University in Tripoli, Libya. He was instrumental in facilitating my tour to the country; a tour down the memory lane. A tour to Kufra, an oasis town in the formidable desert of Sahara.   I took an AFRIQIYAH flight which was Libyan Airlines previously on a February night. The direct flight from Dhaka to Tripoli took almost 13 hours to reach. Tripoli airport is now a modern one. Though I am not in a position to compare precisely how it was back then in the nineties when I last visited the country.   It took another two hours flight to reach Benghazi, the western port city and the previous capital of the country. Now we have to take a bus to the desert city of Kufra. There is a second World War era airbase in Kufra and a weekly flight is available.   But we took a Bus rather waiting for the flight. I still can remember, the last time, when I left Kufra. My dad was a government employee there like many other Ba...

'Beginning' of the Story

Hi dear, not sure whether you would find my story interesting. The heroine of the story has found it okay herself, I mean so so! But let me know what you think. Sorry I am talking too much...It starts here, SHE was working during her summer vacation at the resort. Her bluish eyes were conveying her shock to see me single there... In fact it is unusual for loners to come here, such a romantic escape. And I discovered later, how shocking it can be to cruise some waters lone! I could manage only a week's holiday from my mission in Africa this summer and decided to spend the time at this lovely North African coastal castle town on mediterranean sea. I was enjoying the setting sun on the calm med and the intimate celebrations of the romance around by the love birds, human ones, albeit furtively! I didn't notice her while she was standing beside me. 'Sorry, are you alone?' I was not expecting such direct question, in fact there was a culture shock. And she was looking straigh...

ode to a dream-smile

...don't get afraid as its half past two, I won't knock on thy door. Just came to see you for once. You didn't smile last time, I saw you off And I had to come... To see you smiling. You seem smiling now, May be its your lost friend, came back To make you smile. Or May be someone or something else... May be. I am happy to see you smiling. The silvery moonlight caressing your rosy cheeks, Soft breeze from the open window is combing Your cascading curly hairs. Muslin curtains are busy in tango with your glistening lips... Sleep. I will happily leave you now. Last night's sombre face is now dripped in heavenly happiness... Looking so complete, composed. Feeling like keep looking at forever. But I have to leave now. Don't feel upset knowing I was here and didn't talk to you, I talked like never before! Believe me! Ask the intoxicating scent Of the roses on your porch Or Your naughty strands! Or ... yourself. They will all tell about me! I was here last night ...

Third person's(robotic) hand in personal affair!

"You may now kick the bride!" Okhkhkhk! Ah! It was a software glitch! The robot priest was just behaving normal while consummating the wedding ceremony until it lost the 'S' suddenly. Anyway, two excited Japanese employees of a robot firm are taking blessings from a robotic hand. The spectacle evokes excitement and exotic emotion rather than anything else. And Human race have become so busy lately, you know! Beyond that, there are more to celebrate! It is probably the starting of the predicted 'new history of the human kind' that is supposed to be written by the later part of this century[hopefully by glitch-proof robots]. An techno apathetic may say pathetic belief in the positive(!) evolution of technology has probably made the prediction. Yes! Of course there is an eternal evolution going on in tech that may make us blind like Barmy Army! We are to get ZB memory sticks in the place of KB ones soon(KB>MB>GB>TB>PB>EB>ZB). And things like thi...

'dumb'

Waiting for some droplets, under the open sky. Chilly night blowing into the bones, sans sensation... ...standing like a stony bust, No vision in the dusty eyes. Hit! Some dew drops may hit my veins. Wish! I may rise again... ...to flesh.

Letter to Friend who got 'success'

Here, there is no tension! Nothing creeps in, To create sensation. No protocol to follow, No grandeur to be impressed... And for a simple man, I have no connection to maintain. No ambition to sustain 'lofty' pain!Life here a virgin vegetation. Time waits here to let me enjoyThe rhythm of rain! Feel no fascination to build high rises, To bring D e s e r ti fi c a ti o n Here on my lush green terrain. None sends me bouquet when I sleep After a dose of 'vaccination'. You know,I loved and wedded a country maid, Who knows not how to push her man to 'succeed'. We take our tea undisturbed. We have no etiquette to eat! We just drink life as it comes! Might I do better with a princess? Might! Yet I don't miss the parties I might join! Here I keep my parties Prospero comes there or her daughter. Or rather Oliver comes to loiter. So is my 'life'. Now tell about your's. Heard about your 'successes'...