Perhaps the most famous powerchair scientist of all time is Stephen Hawking. Stephen is not alone among famous scientists in having a disability. Einstein had a learning disability and could not read until he was three years old, may have been dyslexic and probably had Aspergs syndrome, a form of autism, while both Pythagaurus and Isaac Newton had epilepsy. Many other scientists had milder forms of disability. Stepehn Hawking, however, is probably the most famous of scientists, well known for overcoming his disability to both come up with groundbreaking scientific theoris and to write best selling books.
Stephen Hawing was born in London in 1942. Despite his father's wish that he study medicine, he enrolled in University College, Oxford, where he studied Physics as his preferred subject, mathematics, was not available. During his university years he enjoyed sport for the first time, when he took up coxing and rowing. However, during his third year at Oxford he noticed that he was starting to get clumsier, which lead him to have a couple of falls.
After graduating with a first class honors degree in science Stephen went on to Cambridge to do research in Cosmology. According to Stephen, it was while he was in Camridge that his father noticed that he was clumsy and took him to the family doctor. There followed a battery of tests, which included sticking electrodes into his arms and watching radioactive fluid go up and down his spine. During this time Stephen also fell down a flight of stairs, hitting his head and knocking himself unconscious. This incident lead him to take the Mensa test, as he worried that his intellectual capabilties might have been affected.
At the age of 21 Stephen was diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Schlerosis, a form of Motor Neuroene Disease, and given three years to live. Stephen reports that he was bored and depressed before he was diagnosed with the illness, and being diagnosed with a terminal illness made him realise that there was so much worth living for.
Fortunately, the disease has progressed much slower than usual. However, as a result Stephen has gradually lost the use of first his limbs and then, after a trachetomy operation following pneumoia, his speech.
Immediately after the operation Stephen was only able to communicate by spelling out letters one at a time. He did this by raising or lowering his eyebrows when someone held out a spelling card. Fortunately, a Californian computer expert called Waltz Waldoz sent Stephen a computer program called the Equalizer. This allows Stephen to communicate by selecting words from a series of menus on a screen. The system was controlled by a switch that could be operated by simple head or eye movement. Later on a small portable computer and speech synthesizer was fixed to Hawking's wheelchair (currently a Pride power chair).
Stephen is now able to control not the just the movement of his power chair but many of the electronic devices in his house such as the television, video recorder and music centre via a programmable infra-red controller attached to the computer system on his chair. In addition, he has a remote control device which allows him to operate doors and lights both at home and at work.
Despite his disability, Stephen Hawking has made a huge number of discoveries and achievements, from new theories regarding black holes, writing best selling books to floating in zero gravity and appearing in episodes of the Simpsons (where it was revealed that his power chair could fly!) He was also elected one of the youngest fellows of the Royal Society of London in 1974 and is the Lucasian Professor of Mathematics at the UK university, a post once held by Sir Isaac Newton.
Physicist Stephen Hawking suffers from Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis. Hawking has near complete paralysis but retains enough muscle control to allow him to press a button with his right hand. A computer screen displays a series of icons that allow control of his wheelchair, doors and appliances in his house. He can select items on the screen by pressing the button when a moving cursor passes over the correct area of the screen.
Hawking speaks in a similar manner. The screen displays the alphabet, with a cursor moving over it. He presses the button at the appropriate letter. Once he has constructed a complete sentence, he can send the text to the voice synthesizer built into his chair [source: Professor Stephen Hawking]. Hawking’s ability to move a finger on his right hand differentiates him from many other victims of paralysis or disease, who are unable to communicate or interact with control systems at all.
He said about his com-chair, "Since 1997, my computer-based communication system has been sponsored and provided by Intel® Corporation. A tablet computer mounted on the arm of my wheelchair is powered by my wheelchair batteries, although the tablets internal battery will keep the computer running if necessary.
My main interface to the computer is through a program called EZ Keys, written by Words Plus Inc. This provides a software keyboard on the screen. A cursor automatically scans across this keyboard by row or by column. I can select a character by moving my cheek to stop the cursor. My cheek movement is detected by an infrared switch that is mounted on my spectacles. This switch is my only interface with the computer. EZ Keys includes a word prediction algorithm, so I usually only have to type the first couple of characters before I can select the whole word. When I have built up a sentence, I can send it to my speech synthesizer. I use a separate hardware synthesizer, made by Speech+. It is the best I have heard, although it gives me an accent that has been described variously as Scandinavian, American or Scottish.
Through EZ Keys I can also control the mouse in Windows. This allows me to operate my whole computer. I can check my email using the Eudora email client, surf the internet using Firefox, or write lectures using Notepad. My latest computer from Intel, based on an Intel® Core™ i7 Processor and Intel® Solid-State Drive 520 Series, also contains a webcam which I use with Skype to keep in touch with my friends. I can express a lot through my facial expressions to those who know me well.
I can also give lectures. I write the lecture beforehand and save it on disk. I can then send it to the speech synthesiser a sentence at a time using the Equalizer software written by Words Plus. It works quite well and I can try out the lecture and polish it before I give it.
I keep looking into new assistive technologies, and recently Intel® have sponsored a team of its engineers to design a new facial recognition system aimed at improving my communication speed. They also have some new ideas regarding my software interface and it will be interesting to see the results of this. It looks quite promising. I have also experimented with Brain Controlled Interfaces to communicate with my computer however as yet these don't work as consistently as my cheek operated switch."
Current configuration of his computer:
Lenovo ThinkPad X220 Tablet (2 copies)
Intel® Core™ i7-2620M CPU @ 2.7GHz
Intel® 150Gb Solid-State Drive 520 Series
Speech Synthesizers (3 copies):
Manufacturer - Speech Plus (Incorporated 1988, Mountain View, CA)
Model - CallText 5010
In my previous blog I have written an article on Munwar Sultan, who was my grandmothers father,that he was a gentle and pious man and a humanitarian.I have received lots of replies that sometimes filled me with joy and sometimes shattered me like glss jar. Some readers could not believe me, some historians got fishy about my blog. They had no idea about Munwar Sultan. For them I assert this trial paper from Kolkata court.
Calcutta High Court
Munwar Sultan vs Shamsunnessa Begum on 18 December, 1922
Equivalent citations: AIR 1924 Cal 658
1. I am of opinion that the course taken in the Court below affords not a little just grievance to the lady against whom the proceedings were taken, but it affords none whatever to the present Appellant. The smallest attention to the words of the Indian Lunacy Act whether they be the words of Section 62 or the words of Section 38 shows this, that the Legislature appreciates that to have an inquisition into the state of health, the state of mind, the the state of property and general capacity of a person is a thing which affects that person so prejudicially that it ought not to be taken except it be first ordered upon a careful consideration of evidence. It was said in a case, which is, I think, the case to which some reference is made in the judgment of the Court below Muhammad Yaqub v. Nazir Ahmad (1920) 42 All. 504. "It is true that nothing is contained in the Act itself to direct or guide a Judge as to how he shall consider applications for an inquisition and probably no rules exist for dealing with the matter; but ordinary common sense would appear to dictate to a tribunal before whom such an application comes that care should be exercised in a painful matter of this kind, namely, an inquiry into a man's or woman's state of mind; specially in the case of people in comfortable circumstances who merely wish to lead a quiet life, care should be exercised that they are not suddenly flung without sufficient reason into an elaborate inquisition which after all is nothing more or less than a trial involving sometimes the history of a person's life back for many years, medical evidence, and all sorts of family witnesses." Now, in this case, an application was presented to the learned District Judge and was registered on the 31st of March, 1922. In May of that year the lady against whom it was made, who appears to be an old lady and a purdanashin lady, filed a sworn statement in reply and certain documents having been filed, the first order made is No. 5 of the 15th of May. "Pleader for petitionerapp ears and states that a very lengthy written statement has been filed by the Opposite Party and that until he has had time to consider the objections it will not be possible for issues to be framed." Now, that shows that the pleader for the petitioner had entirely omitted to notice that, before anything like an enquiry involving framing of issues should be undertaken, the learned Judge had a most important duty to perform as regards this lady. He had no business whatever to tumble into an inquisition. His business was carefully to consider whether there were any grounds for holding an inquisition. The order goes on : "It is desirable however that the hearing of this case should be expedited as much as possible. Issues will be settled on the 22nd of May." That seems to me to show that the learned Judge had entirely omitted to notice what the duty was that rested heavily on his shoulders. On the 22nd May, in pursuance of the attitude disclosed by the Order of the 15th an issue was framed being no less than a complete issue as to whether the lady was of unsound mind and incapable of managing herself and her affairs. Accordingly the Judge said : "It will now be necessary to have a report of the mental capacity and condition of the alleged lunatic;" and then, after some little time, on the 31st two eminent medical practioners were appointed to make an examination. Thereupon, the lady filed an application and it is rather interesting to see the attitude of mind disclosed by this application. I propose to take the narrative as regards this from the judgment of the learned Judge himself : "Therefore, on the 16th June last, application was filed on behalf of (sic) Begum praying that the inquisition which had been ordered to be held by two medical officers," - this may be a mere quotation but it shows a considerable confusion of mind on the part of somebody - "might not be proceeded with on the ground that it would involve considerable expense and inconvenience, and praying that instead thereof the Court would be pleased to fix a date for personal examination of the alleged lunatic in camera with a view to ascertaining whether she is, in fact, a lunatic and whether there is any need for holding an inquisition." A more proper application than that I find it difficult to conceive. I should have thought that the lady was entitled to apply to this Court in revision to have the proceedings in the Court below stopped. She applied, however, to the trial Court asking it to do its duty to consider whether there was any need for holding an inquisition and, in support of that application, she called attention of the Court to the case of Muhammad Yaqub v. Nazir Ahmad (1920) 42 All. 504 which rightly or wrongly advises the Judges before ordering an inquisition to take steps, if possible, to see the alleged lunatic in person. The learned Judge in the present case appreciated the force of the lady's application, and accordingly an order was made directing that she should be examined in camera and the learned Judge's order says : "In these circumstances," he has referred to some matters of suspicion "It is the more desirable that the Court should see the alleged lunatic and satisfy itself whether there are any grounds for ordering the inquisition formerly prayed for." Those are the words of the learned Judge's own order. He did see the alleged lunatic and her answers are in the paper-book. He came to the conclusion having regard to the allegations in the petition that the whole application of the applicant was a piece of oppression and was mala, fide, and he dismissed the application then and there. It is said that the learned Judge had begun the inquisition. I quite appreciate the force of the criticism that is made in this connection, but here the learned Judge had slid into the proceedings proper to an inquisition without knowing it and without making any order or coming to any decision which would entitle him to commence it. It is arguable that the power conferred by Section 41 of the Indian Lunacy Act is a power which only arises when an inquisition has been ordered. The present case is not a case of the Court exercising a power to require the lunatic to come before it personally. This is a case where the alleged lunatic herself asked to be examined and the learned Judge had at any rate some authority in his support in examining the lady in the presence of the parties, even on the assumption that there was no inquisition. In these circumstances, what happened was that owing to the lady's taking a very reasonable step in making her well-founded application on the 16th of June, the learned Judge saw his error. He came to the conclusion that there was no ground for ordering an inquisition and he must have, I think, repented of the fact that ha had not with sufficient care followed the statute and let himself slide into holding an inquisition which he had no jurisdiction to hold. In these circumstances in seems to me that while the alleged lunatic may have some grievance in the matter, the present appellant has none, and that his appeal should be dismissed with costs, hearing fee two gold mohurs.
2. I agree.
And now it was thirty two, she tried to count, thirty two times she looked at him and every time she swallowed. She did not do it before. Never! No man before him could attract her eyes this way. Is this called love at first sight? May be. Rani thought she would go and sit beside him and extend a hand to introduce. But she could not. No woman can do that, she thought, a matter of prestige and shame. What if she tried to pass beside him and push him and acted that she fell? Would he come to get her up?
The train gave a whistle. Her heartbeat started beat faster. Would he get off? The train started to slow down. But he did not get off. Rani heaved a sigh of relief. Now this was 66 times she looked at him. An old woman was observing her and bent down towards her, and said something to her ear. Rani was jerked and looked at her. The old woman was laughing. "He is looking great, isnt he?" she said, "if I were you I would go and sit beside him, hi hi hi."
"Sorry, you are wrong. I am looking outside. Not at him."
She coughed but said nothing.
The train whistled again and like before Rani missed her heartbeat. She prayed that he wont get off in the next station. She prayed and prayed. She looked and looked. This time she was not staring at him. She looked at him shamelessly. He turned his face and looked at her. She wondered, he just looked at her blankly. She has never seen a man like him. All the men she saw were not like him. They all gawk at her. But this man was not like them at all. And this made her attraction burgeon more and more about him. The train started to slow down. Ranis heartbeat became more faster as she watched him getting up. He wake up slowly. Yawned and then started to go. Rani heaved a sigh of relief again. He was not getting off the train. He just went outside the compartment. If he had gone he would take his bag with him. The bag was just right there on the rack. The train had a five minutes break at the station. Rani waited and waited for her prince. She could not ever believe a man would be so beautiful. She promised this time she would talk to him. Its needless to keep a burning charcoal in her heart forever. But she wondered. The man was not coming back. The train gave a whistle and started to move forward. Rani ran to the window and leaned over. She saw the beautiful man was standing at the tea stall and sipping a cup of tea. The train started to move faster. Rani knew either the man was deaf or he was absent minded. She instantly took the bag of the man and jumped outside. This was her last chance to talk to him. She got down on the station and started to walk towads the man. He turned back to Rani and saw her coming towads him with the bag and suddenly he started to walk fast to another direction.
"Hey". Rani cried from afar, "take your bag."
The man must have been a deaf or he could hear her. He had raisen a little more speed and began moving away. Rani almost ran on the platform towards him and cried. But he did not listen. And then the most traumatic sight took place. The whole station was shaken with a deadly blast. Ranis body tore into pieces and thrown in every direction. All the glass of the station shattered. People waiting at the station fell down and groped for a safe place. They were running to and fro. A little later all the hustle and bustle came to halt. People gathered at the point where Ranis shattered body lied lifeless.
The beautiful man ran into a big room gasping. "That fucking girl started to follow me with that bag." he told the bald man sitting inside the room.
"So you missed the operation?" asked the man, "to destroy that train?"
The beautiful man said nothing.
"So where is the point importing beautiful man in our terrorism arena? Your fucking beautiful face does not come into any use killing people. You are fired."
The beautiful man came out of the room and vanished in the air.
Police came a little more later. People described her as a terrorist. Police believed them. Because they saw her shouting and running just when the bomb blasted. It is very reasonable for her carring bomb. Nowadays police had been informed that terrorists started to include beautiful girls and men in them. She was one of them.
But nobody knew that Rani saved all the people of the train and sacrified her life. Her maiden love for a beautiful man invited her to the abyss of blackness.
(A copyrighted short story by Tuhin Rahman)
I am a writer. I know man differ in their minds, his works or characteristics, but I suffer from a different type of feeling that I believe on one does not have. You may ask me what type of feeling do I have? Ok. I believe I am from the future and I am sent to the past where I am now seeing my forefathers growing up. However, I always think I am not normal. I was a leopard in the other life, or a tiger in the Sunderbans, or even a deer in the Corbetts frequented India. I cant mix with too many people. Who am I ? Where I am from? These questions always poke me in the mind. I live alone in a tin shed house at the end of the suburb area of Dhaka.
On that special day, the day I will never be able to forget, I was sitting before the open window and seeing rain falling. The rainy reason in Bangladesh comes in the middle of the year. I was watching the beauty of the rain. Rain was falling like a waterfall. Swept by wind the big drops of rain falling from left to right. I was thinking about something that I cant remember now. But I was almost in a trance. I was in the middle of a day dream just when I heard a knock on the wooden door. I wondered a little. Who came in this rain? I waited. Then again the knock on the door pinned me to my wonder. For the third time I heard the knock. This time the knocker knocked loudly than before. I could sense the urgency in his knocking. "Who is this?" I asked.
No answer came from the knocker. I went to the door to open it. To add more to my wonder I saw a beautiful girl standing on my door. She was quite drenched with the rain. Her sari (a cloth worn by Indian Bangladeshi women) was fully wet and making a pool on the floor. Her hair was wet too. She seemed to be more wondered than me. Her mouth was little open as if she was going to tell anything to me. My feeling was different to her. She looked very common to me, as if much known. Where have I seen her I could not imagine. "come in come in. " said I, "you are fully wet."
She came in looking at me. She still trying to remember where she has seen me before. But soon she cope the environment in the room and walked in the middle. "You must have an important appointment today so you came out in this rain. " I said with a little smile.
"No." She said without smile. "I got off from the bus and then the rain started. Here is no house to take shelter in. But why you look so common to me?"
"It happens to me as well. You look so common to me. I know that black spot on your cheek. What is your name?"
"I am Naz. "
My heart jumped without any reason. Naz! Naz!! Naz!!! Where have I heard that name? She is very known to me. Why? How?
"What is your name" she looked very eager to know my name.
"Arin Sultan." I said with a little sigh. "I am a writer."
"Oh my god!"Naz looked astonished, agaped. "Arin. Oh my god, Arin! It is very known to me! Are you living here for long?"
"Yes, since my great great grandfathers, why?"
Naz stood dumb. Her face looked pale and fixed. Water drops rolling down over her cheeks gave her a new look. I did not know why she looked very common and known to me that she had been here year after year.
"I know you Arin. " Naz came closer to me. I got a beautiful smell from her body. This smell too was very common. But still I could not realize who she was. Why my brain still could not sort the puzzle out? I took a towel and extended to her. But she showed no sign to take the towel from my hand. She looked freezed. I went to the kitchen and prepared two cups of tea. I have her a cup. She sat at the corner of my bed like a robot. I sipped in my tea and asked her, "do you l
ive around here?"
She nodded negatively.
"Why then you have come here Naz?"
She sipped in the tea. Said nothing. Suddenly she looked at me, "I dont know why I got off from the bus and started walking towards your house. Then this rain started."
She finished her tea so soon and woke up, "can I go to that room Arin?"
I had only two rooms here in this tin roof house. I do not use the other room. That room was used to stuff broken furniture, unused items and books. I used it as a store room. I looked at Naz, "I dont use that room. That is a store room."
"I know that. But it was not before. There is a big trunk of your grandfather, right?"
It gave me a shivering chill. My body now started to tremble as if a palm leaf in the wind. Naz was trembling too. May be it was out of excitement. But mine was merely an unknown spooky feeling inside. "ok. lets go." I did not ask her how did she know about my grandfather? I opened the door of the other room. A dark entrance. Some mouses jumped this way and that squeaking. Some interfered bats started to make sound from the ceiling. I tried to switch on the light but at the same time it was a load shedding. And the electricity went off. I groped and found a candle from under the closed window. I lit it. A yellowish colour light poured inside the room and gave the room a melting gold romantic glamour. Naz rose her finger, "thats it, thats it. Please open it. There is a chocolate coloured diary inside."
I wondered and looked at Naz but said no word. I stepped towards the big iron trunk. I felt my feet trembling. I put the key inside the lock and without a minor complain the lock was opened. I wondered how did it happen! A rusted lock could not be easily opened. No one had opened it within a time of a hundred years! But it was opened like a new lock! Yes I found it. A chocolate coloured diary inside with many other smaller family things. Naz came and stood beside me. "Open it Arin. " her voice seemed more pacific than a little before. More tidier.
I opened the diary. A 3r sized pictured dropped near my feet from inside it. I took the picture and turned. And I froze. A chilling cold came up towards my head along the spine. I am holding Naz in that picture. Naz was smiling in the picture as if she was very happy and I was embracing her from behind. The diary slid and fell down from my hand. I rose my face to her, " who are you?"
Naz smilled at me and sat beside, "its you and me. "
"No. " She said. "its you and me but not in this life. This is the picture of other life."
"Yes Arin, we died and born again. This was our house. Our family. Can you remember? Try to remember. You will be able to. I can remember everything. In our past life you were my husband. This was our house. This was our family. You said this trunk belonged to your grandfather. But it was you. Hundred years before you were your grandfather. And you are born in the family of your own son. He is your father now. You died from cancer. You loved me too much. Before dying you requested THE ALMIGHTY to give you a birth again in this family where you will get me as a wife. NATURE accepted your request and prayer at that time. So he gave you another life in the same place to complete your wish. And he gave me back to you."
I could not think anything clearly but like a dream dreamed in the night it was becoming clearer. Very slowly the curtain was pulled before my eyes.
She held my hand in a strong grip. "Thats why nature got me down from the bus near your house, sent me to your house. You are my husband Arin. You were my husband more than one hundred years before. We regained a new life again. All the details of your last life you wrote in this diary. You can read it. Now acknowledge to the almighty nature. I looked at Naz. She is much prettier than I thought. She has been my wife since my last life! I cant believe. I cant believe.
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Suddenly I jerked and jumped up. I looked around. The rain had been worsen. Storm was coming. Oh that was a dream. I thought it was real. It Seemed to me so realistic dream. None came to my house. No Naz, no diary, no rebirth. Then I turned my head and saw there were two empty tea cups near my bed. I could remember in my dream I had prepared two cups of tea. Naz could not empty her cup. Her cup was there too. At the corner of the bed the bed cover was still wet and crumbled. Oh my god! The Door to the other room was open too. The same chill went up along my spine. Was it not a dream? Was it real? Naz actually came to me? Was it my second life?
A knock on the door again! I jumped up. Who came on such a rainy and stormy day? My soul knew the answer. I went to the door smiling....
A PUBLISHED AND COPYRIGHTED SHORT STORY BY TUHIN RAHMAN.
By all accounts, rhinoceros poaching in southern Africa has reached alarming levels. During this past weekend alone, four rhinos were poached in South Africa, one being shot from a helicopter registered with false license plates. A total of 220 were killed for their horns in 2009 and, after this weekend’s slaughter, the 2010 tally is approaching 80. For anyone looking at trends, this year’s figure is already higher than the totals for 2005, 2006 and 2007 combined, when fewer than 70 animals were killed.
But there has also been some good news: the syndicate comprising a group of professional hunters that were featured in my article ‘The Tip of the Horn’ (Africa Geographic September 2008) has been hit hard by the Asset Forfeiture Unit (AFU). Under the Prevention of Organised Crime Act, the North Gauteng High Court recently granted the AFU a restraint order entitling them to seize R45-million of assets from the accused.
Clayton Fletcher, Gert Saaiman and Andries van Deventer, the hunters, and Kumaran Moodaley, the person fingered as the ‘mule’ in the syndicate, are still regarded by police as the major players. Since the article, five other respondents have been added to the charge sheet, and all are set to go on trial suspected of operating a large-scale illegal rhino hunting and horn smuggling ring. The accused will also face a variety of other charges, including racketeering, money laundering, theft and contraventions of various conservation and aviation acts.
Assets seized include all residential properties and numerous farms, including seven outside Tosca in the North West Province that comprise Sandhurst Safaris. The Fletchers and Sandhurst have over the years become associated with the breeding and trading in large predators as well as canned hunting. A helicopter and light aircraft, apparently used in the operations, and various other business interests of the accused also fall under the order.
This is a significant victory in the fight against organised crime, and those involved – various provincial branches of South African Police Service, the Hawks, the National Prosecuting Authority and the AFU – need to be congratulated on their successes and the excellent police work that has gone into fighting this group. The next step is for them to get a successful conviction at the criminal trial that is set for mid October 2010.
But back to the situation on the ground – the present rate of killing represents a serious threat to the future of the region’s rhino populations. This is not only because of the numbers killed, but also the manner in which the syndicates are operating: extremely efficiently and effectively. While it is encouraging that the South African authorities have responded by setting up a new specialised team, the National Wildlife Reaction Unit, to tackle the problem, I believe it is going to require more than this. It is my suspicion that there are insiders at work here and that all involved in dealing with rhino at whatever level need to start carefully reviewing their staff. These syndicates have influential people assisting them who may include rangers, senior managers and private veterinarians. [/FONT][/FONT][/FONT]
Its a sci-fi novel written by me. Copyrighted and published book. It is not possible for me to write the whole in this short space but I have tried to put down the synopsis at large. I hope that Hollywood moviemakers will envy my novel if they once read.
The year was somewhere between 2040 and 2045. The earth was still existing and the human race has become seriously corrupted by every means. America already destroyed half of the universe and posted colonies around the world. Jews were came forward with Americans new adventure theme 'My business' and founded one stop business rule to take over China. Chinese market policy was doomed and America was happy. Since China was silent but the reason was unknown. But this was revealed very soon. China had gone down the earth. They had built a new generation 5 miles under the earth. This news was a big WHAT! for the Americans. CIA started to seek a good source to learn more. And soon they did and their jaw dropped. China had already started for America from down the earth. They had plans to create hollows just under the beautiful cities of America. Why the hell America is still silent! The war started. But with whom to fight? China had already gone under the earth. Super Robots guarded their caveways. America understood that it is not possible to fight above earth. So they as well had to go down earth and build stations. But this is not a war novel. Here is the start of a new adventure of some men who were assigned to do some work by the higher authority.
They were Richard Bent a tough man in CIA. The one of two brother Michael Douglas from FBI, The merciless inventor of Military weapons Orland Lain, Brain Stormer Sheen Paul, Nicholas Aerod a good man from white house, Pentagones most senior officer Milford Thomas, and Albert Nail a trained weapon mechanic.
According to a top secret code they all set out to Northern Arizona where they met a group of diggers who already set up a underground base camp. Richard who was the hero of the novel had already won their heart for his bravery. The group of seven started for the base camp 5 miles down of the desert. They were trained but now they could understand that how hard it was to make a journey down the earth. They were now 5 miles down the earth. Beautiful base camp. None could imagine that it was down the earth. It was like a big apartment or a duplex with lots of instrument. It was like the control room of the CIA. Every instrument was brand new and worked nicely. They were satisfied. 3 days passed. Richard started to check around the earth down the base camp where he set two sensible conductor pole. That worked beautifully, but he could not sense any movement with that poles. He thought he could certainly sense the movement of the chinese people over there. On the day seven they started more down leaving the base camp. And then came along the danger after them. The big elevator was suddenly shaken and started to fall. Before realizing what was happening they loose consciousness. When they awakened they found them in a different world. (buy the book which will soon be released in the USA. If you are a moviemaker and are interested to make it a movie pls contact me)
You can find lots of Hen sellers around Dhaka city, the capital of Bangladesh. These Hen sellers sell their hens and cocks sometimes in the boxlike cages and mostly they carry these helpless animals(or Birds)in the hand. When they carry they carry them upside down. It means they carry these creatures holding by the legs. First they tied their legs together and put the fingers between both legs for carrying. It is easier to hold them. You can understand this is not a good process. In this way the animals suffer a lot. Blood comes down on their heads. So mostly you can see they curl up their heads a little upward to get a little relief.
These hensellers sell the hens from day to night until they can sell the last one. So these animals can't return to their cage before dusk. Until reaching pound these animal are unfed. They do not give them food or even water. In the tropical areas like Bangladesh the air is mostly damp and the sun is hot. You will feel too much thirsty as you walk on the street. So people carry water bottles with them. How do these animals can carry water with them? They have to fast. Their unquenched thirst are kept silent in them. Some are died, some are faint like, some torment the final passing...
One day I was passing by a bazar near Khilgaon Flyover on my bike. I saw a big cage are put near the column of the bridge where hundreds of hens and cocks are stuffed. The seller did not give them any food or water. I searched for a bit of food or any pot of water but there were none. A sick hen was searching anything to eat, at last it was striking the rope to untie some thread to eat. I was riding a bike and the green signal blinked before my eyes. I could not stay there to feed it...
It is a tropical country. The weather is hot and humid. You can see many stray dogs are free on the roads. They loiter around the corner of the roads or in front the road side tea stalls for a bit of food. Sometimes some people favour them by throwing a loaf of breads. Sometimes they don't. But these dogs often wag their tails as you go inside these stalls for a cup of tea. Dhaka City Corporation has an awkward notion about these animals. They believe these animals are dangerous for the soceity so round the year they conduct a DOG-KILLING service for the soceity. This service is rather brutal. They come with a truck which you will find heaped with dead bodies of dogs. They use a forcep to catch the dog. After catching one officer use a syringe of poison to inject in their vein. This time a butcher appear before the dying dog and with a spear he starts to stab its feable body and put it to die quickly because they can't wait for a slowly dying dog.
NON-SENSE VILLAGE PEOPLE
If you ever go to any village in Bangladesh you will be wondered that the village is not like before. You can hardly ever find a bird is chirping or cooing. It will seemed to you that all the birds have gone somewhere. Yes its true. They have gone somewhere. Where? May be to some places where they are not harmed or killed. Village people are worthless. They know nothing without eating or engaging in other's affair. They have no knowledge about humanity or noblity. Killing birds is one of their hobbies. It is something like fishing. They use traps to catch birds. One day I have seen a boy threw a stone to kill a stork. And he killed it finally by throwing a stone at it. I tried to advice him not to kill it but he did not care. An old man told me, "Why do you advice? It is our food and we have to eat."
Ok, you can eat if you do not have enough food but do not kill it out of a sheer zest or fun. Am I correct?
Muslim women wear hijabs, though not all the muslims women, to maintain their honour and respect towards family and religion. Wearing hijab has some good sides too. It protects your head from dust particles and acute sun rays. Sometimes curl hairs do not match with your face, you may have your hairs done. Sometimes grey and white strands of hair shamelessly shows your age. Hijab helps protect your privacy like a curtain on a beach. Leave blank the space that what it gives to us, lets talk about its beauty.
I frequently criticised the way women wear veils and hijab in my blog but I did never show that a hijab can be a good dress too. When I was browsing an arabian site I came across some beautiful designs of hijab that I could not ever think of. Beautiful! All the designs were royal and elegant. For you I upload some of the beautiful designs here that caught my eyes.
BBC BANGLA, 31 May 2009
" itated interns ransacked four rooms including the rooms of Emergency Department and the director of Mymensingh Medical College Hospital (MMCH) in protest against 'assault' of a colleague by a patient's attendants on Friday night.
The interns also beat up patient's attendant Rabbi, seriously injuring him.
Eight-month-old Labbi, daughter of Abdul Gani of village Kaltapara in Gouripur upazila, was admitted to the MMCH at around 10:00pm on Friday but she was not given any treatment after two hours of her admission, said her relatives.
As Labbi's maternal uncle Rabbi went to the interns' room and requested them to take necessary steps for her treatment, serious altercation followed.
The intern doctors caught Rabbi, took him to the Doctor's Club and beat him mercilessly. Critically injured Rabbi was admitted to MMCH.
Later the intern doctors ransacked four rooms of MMCH. "
THERE ARE MORE ITEMS ON THE NEWSPAPERS:
DHAKARNEWS, 28 feb 2011
" rns and students of Mymensingh Medical College and Hospital (MMCH) continued their strike for the third day yesterday demanding arrest of the outsiders who vandalised hospital rooms and injured some students and interns on the campus on Thursday night."
"gpur, Jan 29 (bdnews24.com) — Interns at Rangpur Medical College Hospital have gone on an indefinite strike protesting attack on a fellowman by unknown criminals."
Few years back I have seen a group of IPGMR students took part as vandals and were breaking cars in front of the hospital. I could not believe my eyes that those future doctors were breaking cars on minor reason. What that minor reason was? That was very simple. A patient had been admitted to the hospital and doctors neglected and the patient died. So the patients relatives went mad and ransacked through the rooms. In return the intern doctors went out the hospital and vandalised many cars on the road. How do they become so terrible? That is an absent minded question, however, I want to focus on a different type of mentality of the doctors in Bangladesh. That is one of the reasons why common people become angry on doctors and get involved in fighting. If you are seriously sick or wounded no hospital except Dhaka medical college hospital would receive you in the emergency. Why? Dont they have any emergency room? Dont they have life saving options? In 1990 when my father went seriously sick and hospitalization was imminent I along with some of my relatives went to IPGMR a famous hospital in Bangladesh. But doctors told me to keep my father out in the varanda not inside ICU. I requested him to take my father inside, at least inside the hospital room. The doctor said "no". And my father soon died. I was very angry and I wanted to kill that stupid doctor. It was very natural for me on that moment. I can understand how do they feel when their nearest and dearest ones dies for the mare irresponsibility of doctors. Its a life and death situation let alone getting better treatment from them.
Dont we need to annihilate those demon doctors? Or dont we want to abolish those abominable systems not to register a dying patient in the hospitals? Do hospitals perceive beforehand that the patient will die so they will not be able to get profit from him. And they shoo off the dying patient immorally? Dear blog reader, have you ever heard of such a nice business place like hospitals in Bangladesh? Everyday you open the newspaper and you can see PATIENT DIED FROM INSINCERITY OF THE DOCTOR. THE DYING PATIENT HAD BEEN DRIVEN TO 7 HOSPITALS BEFORE DYING. Every year many patients seek true and committed doctors in India. Each year thousands of patients are going to India before the sticky nose of white feathered thumb sucking doctors of Bangladesh.
I dont know what people think about it. They are very busy with their everyday activities. They believe it is the reality that they earn money, be happy for a certain period of earth time. I dont have much of a religious's knowledge, still I have to believe that death takes away everything of rich mans prosperity. So why do you earn money? Why do you want to build a castle? why do you think you have to deposit huge amount of money in the Swiss bank account? Do you have any certainity of the expansion of your life that you may confide in your breath to be everlast? Are you earning the money to be deposited for your future generation? You are dropping the last drop of your sweat just for nothing. What is then reality? This small amount of time during your living might play false with you. People say I am bored, I am frustrated, I am so tired. My suggestion is to say life is nothing. Try earn to feed yourself. Never think to feed your whole generation that follow you. Is this a reality of earning? You say go fast. Time is more important than life. So why do you waste time lying in the grave? Does the amount you earned the whole life can buy amenities in your grave? If a man lie idle like a coach potato and read books and earn knowledge and feeds him austerly you call him a fool and advise him to come to reality. If he advises you not to earn money as much not needed will you listen to him? True contemplation can give you that power to understand the true reality. So you will believe all tensions are fake. Be in peace and think not to have been pressurized without true reasons. Remember tensions are completely worldly feeling. So what is reality? This or that?
"The mad dog runs quickly"
The dog ? = mad
The dog (?) =runs
Runs ? = quickly
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