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Psychological Support / Mental disorder still a taboo
« on: October 14, 2018, 01:44:28 PM »
Why Are Mental Disorders Still Taboo?
Mental health problems are real, with more people experiencing them than one can imagine. With America being in the midst of pitfalls arising from the ongoing economic uncertainty, declining social services, as well as the stigma surrounding mental illnesses, the country is fighting a serious mental health crisis. According to the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH), “mental disorders are common throughout the United States, affecting tens of millions of people each year, and that, overall, only about half of those affected receive treatment.”
Studies have shown that mental illnesses tend to assume many forms, making it difficult for doctors to devise any single treatment method to deal with such diverse disorders. At times, even patients lack the motivation to seek remedy due to the fear of being misunderstood or ridiculed. Sadly, millions of people worldwide are facing devastating symptoms of mental disorders, but, most of them do not receive any treatment due to the attached stigma and shame.

Psychological Support / Stress Test
« on: October 14, 2018, 01:37:13 PM »
A stress test, also called an exercise stress test, shows how your heart works during physical activity. Because exercise makes your heart pump harder and faster, an exercise stress test can reveal problems with blood flow within your heart.

A stress test usually involves walking on a treadmill or riding a stationary bike your heart rhythm, blood pressure and breathing are monitored. Or you'll receive a drug that mimics the effects of exercise.

Your doctor may recommend a stress test if you have signs or symptoms of coronary artery disease or an irregular heart rhythm (arrhythmia). The test may also guide treatment decisions, measure the effectiveness of treatment or determine the severity if you've already been diagnosed with a heart condition.

Law / standard of present students at Law Department
« on: October 14, 2018, 01:24:08 PM »
I am teaching English II to the students of Law department in this semester (Fall 2018). I took the same course in the last semester also.  I have observed that the students are very motivated and disciplined. I have found some students who are really good and focused to their future goal. Their standard of writing English is praiseworthy. I really enjoy their presence in the class and I love to teach them.

Common Forum/Request/Suggestions / Super Food
« on: September 05, 2018, 02:49:12 PM »
The bright side of dark chocolate

Dating back to around 2000 BC, the chocolate we know and see today used to be consumed as a fermented drink with spices and wine. The chocolate we see neatly stacked in stores is the end result of numerous steps on the cacao pod. Seeds are extracted and roasted which then form coco beans. These are then separated to get cocoa nibs and grounded to form the chocolate liquor or cocoa powder we use so extensively.
Consuming pure cocoa is not always possible; plus, one might prefer to add in milk and sometimes sugar, but when done excessively, it ruins all the good properties cocoa has. While dark chocolate has 50 to 90 percent cocoa with minimum cocoa butter and sugar, milk chocolate contains only 10 to 50 percent of cocoa.
Nutrition count
Dark chocolate is flooded with nutrients like iron, magnesium, copper, manganese, potassium, zinc, phosphorous and selenium.

Common Forum/Request/Suggestions / ePassport: All you need to know
« on: August 30, 2018, 09:42:35 AM »
A few days back, the Directorate of Immigration and Passport, Major General Md Masud Rezwan signed a 10-year long contract with Veridos GmbH, a German company to provide E-Passport service and assistance in Bangladesh. The project, called “Introduction of E-Passport and Automatic Border Control System in Bangladesh”, should cost around 4,636 crores. It will be implemented by the Department of Immigration and Passports between July 2018 and June 2028. E-Passports are to replace Machine Readable Passports currently in circulation. During renewal, e-passports would gradually replace MRP. 20 lakh passports will be imported, while 2.80 crore passports will be manufactured in Bangladesh. Demographic information, fingerprints, a photo of the cornea and digital signature shall be collected, verified and stored in the server of central data centre and disaster recovery centre. Around 100 members of the Directorate of Immigration and Passport will be taken to Germany to receive training on delivering the services. Bangladesh is the 119th country to implement this system, with UK, USA, Australia, Canada, and Malaysia introducing it almost a decade ago. It is to be noted that there is currently 2 crore MRP passport holders in Bangladesh. This project comes as a result of MRP's inability to store fingerprints and track data, resulting in forgery. The size of the E-Passport shall remain the same as MRP, except the two pages with passport holder's details will be replaced by a polymer card embedded with a chip containing the holder's information. The passports shall be distributed through regional passport offices, embassies or high commissions.

This post is also collected from The Daily Star and I have found it very much true in our practical life and so I am sharing it with all:

                                          Types of people you encounter in a panic situation
Whether you're giving an exam with no preparation or you're stuck inside a lift on the fifteenth floor, panicking is inevitable. It is human nature to feel the dismay whenever one is stuck in such situations. Under such circumstances, you'll come face to face with people who react to the impending problems each in their own way.
The thoughtful one: These type of people are generally the ones who will think for a while about the scenario they are in and will try to come up with viable solutions to the problem at hand. Their deductions about the situation are often right and their solutions might end up in your favour. These people are like the leaders of the pack when it comes to such panic inducing moments and their wits are at times the only options you might have.

Nutrition and Food Engineering / Myths about healthy eating
« on: August 30, 2018, 08:55:47 AM »
Here I am sharing an interesting information collected from The Daily Star:

Myths About Healthy Eating
Momotaz Rahman Megha
Growing up in a Bengali household we have all come across weird theories about food that our grandmothers and mothers told us. Starting from keeping ghosts away with garlic to predicting your exam results, Bengalis love to blame or credit their food habits for what happens in their life.
Myth: Drinking too much tea turns your skin complexion dark.
Bangladeshi moms and grandmas believe it wholeheartedly that drinking too much coffee will make your skin tone darker because of the amount of caffeine.
Reality: Skin color is caused by melanin. There is no way for coffee to darken the skin unless you were to use it as a dye, but even then the effects would be temporary.
Your skin tone determines the color of your complexion and personality and it can change due to various reasons. However, tea is not one of them. Drinks like coffee or other caffeinated drinks basically don't have any effect on your skin tone.
In fact, tea and coffee contain more antioxidants than found in fruits and vegetables. Antioxidants are good for our health and can help prevent heart disease and cancer.

Postcolonialism / key concepts in Postcolonialism
« on: August 09, 2018, 08:48:37 AM »

Key concepts in Postcolonialism:
Othering: Othering involves two concepts — the “Exotic Other” and the “Demonic Other,” The Exotic Other represents a fascination with :the inherent dignity and beauty of the primitive/undeveloped other, as delineated n Yeats‘ Byzantium poems; while the Demonic Other is represented as inferior, negative, savage and evil as is described in novels like Heart of Darkness and A Passage to India.
Diaspora: Diaspora refers to people who have been displaced or dispersed from their homelands, and who possess and share a collective memory and myth, and the nostalgic reminiscence of “home” (“imaginary homelands,” to use Rushdie’s term) or an inherited ideology of “home” becomes a personal identity as well as a collective identity of members of a particular community. They are not rooted in one location, and live in the memories of their “Imagined homelands.” In the new geographical location, they negotiate their culture and that of the host nation. Indian diasporic experience, for instance, has been extensively documented by authors like Bharati Mukherjee, Meena Alexander, Menon Marath, Dom Moraes, Farrukh Dhondy, Kiran Desai, Jhumpa Lahiri, and many others. Diasporic theorists such as Avtar Brah and Robin Cohen propose the idea of a home as a mythic one, a place of desire in the diasporic imagination, a place to which there can be no return, despite the possibilities of visiting the place that is seen as the place of origin.
Hybridity/ Syncretism: The Schizophrenic state of the migrant as s/he attempts to combine the culture of origin with that of the host country, without abandoning either is called ‘Hybridity” or “Syncretism”. The central theme in postcolonial diasporic literature is the negotiation of two identities — the split consciousness of being both, yet neither completely; the multiple identities or solidarities; or in extreme cases, reassertion of native cultural identity as manifest in cultural fundamentalism. Hybridity in postcolonial studies has been influenced by the work of political theorists like Will Kymlicka who posits a “multicultural citizenship” in the globalised world. This leads to the emergence of new identities where the original identity, historical experiences and memories are not abandoned but is constructively merged with the host culture, to move beyond the “constructed” limits of both, forging solidarities against essential racial oppression. Cultural theorists such as Stuart Hall have argued for “new ethnicities” that deny ideas of essential black or essential white identity, proposing a “real heterogeneity of interests and identities.”


    "Why do we daily commit disagreeable and dangerous actions? To save that idol, reputation."
    Mirabell (Act II, Scene II)

"Good Mirabell don't let us be familiar or fond, not kiss before folks, like my Lady Fadler and Sir Francis: Nor go to Hide-Park together the first Sunday in a new chariot, to provoke eyes and whispers; and then never to be seen there together again; as if we were proud of one another the first week, and ahamed of one another ever after." Millamant (Act-IV, scene I)

"Anger helps complexion, saves paint" Petulant (Act-I, scene-I)

World Literature / a short story
« on: July 16, 2018, 08:32:14 AM »
A Pair of Silk Stockings
by Kate Chopin
Paul Signac, Red silk stockings, 1935
Little Mrs. Sommers one day found herself the unexpected possessor of fifteen dollars. It seemed to her a very large amount of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn old porte-monnaie gave her a feeling of importance such as she had not enjoyed for years.
The question of investment was one that occupied her greatly. For a day or two she walked about apparently in a dreamy state, but really absorbed in speculation and calculation. She did not wish to act hastily, to do anything she might afterward regret. But it was during the still hours of the night when she lay awake revolving plans in her mind that she seemed to see her way clearly toward a proper and judicious use of the money.
A dollar or two should be added to the price usually paid for Janie's shoes, which would insure their lasting an appreciable time longer than they usually did. She would buy so and so many yards of percale for new shirt waists for the boys and Janie and Mag. She had intended to make the old ones do by skilful patching. Mag should have another gown. She had seen some beautiful patterns, veritable bargains in the shop windows. And still there would be left enough for new stockings--two pairs apiece--and what darning that would save for a while! She would get caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. The vision of her little brood looking fresh and dainty and new for once in their lives excited her and made her restless and wakeful with anticipation.
The neighbors sometimes talked of certain "better days" that little Mrs. Sommers had known before she had ever thought of being Mrs. Sommers. She herself indulged in no such morbid retrospection. She had no time--no second of time to devote to the past. The needs of the present absorbed her every faculty. A vision of the future like some dim, gaunt monster sometimes appalled her, but luckily tomorrow never comes.
Mrs. Sommers was one who knew the value of bargains; who could stand for hours making her way inch by inch toward the desired object that was selling below cost. She could elbow her way if need be; she had learned to clutch a piece of goods and hold it and stick to it with persistence and determination till her turn came to be served, no matter when it came.
But that day she was a little faint and tired. She had swallowed a light luncheon--no! when she came to think of it, between getting the children fed and the place righted, and preparing herself for the shopping bout, she had actually forgotten to eat any luncheon at all!
She sat herself upon a revolving stool before a counter that was comparatively deserted, trying to gather strength and courage to charge through an eager multitude that was besieging breastworks of shirting and figured lawn. An all-gone limp feeling had come over her and she rested her hand aimlessly upon the counter. She wore no gloves. By degrees she grew aware that her hand had encountered something very soothing, very pleasant to touch. She looked down to see that her hand lay upon a pile of silk stockings. A placard nearby announced that they had been reduced in price from two dollars and fifty cents to one dollar and ninety-eight cents; and a young girl who stood behind the counter asked her if she wished to examine their line of silk hosiery. She smiled, just as if she had been asked to inspect a tiara of diamonds with the ultimate view of purchasing it. But she went on feeling the soft, sheeny luxurious things--with both hands now, holding them up to see them glisten, and to feel them glide serpent-like through her fingers.
Two hectic blotches came suddenly into her pale cheeks. She looked up at the girl.
"Do you think there are any eights-and-a-half among these?"
There were any number of eights-and-a-half. In fact, there were more of that size than any other. Here was a light-blue pair; there were some lavender, some all black and various shades of tan and gray. Mrs. Sommers selected a black pair and looked at them very long and closely. She pretended to be examining their texture, which the clerk assured her was excellent.
"A dollar and ninety-eight cents," she mused aloud. "Well, I'll take this pair." She handed the girl a five-dollar bill and waited for her change and for her parcel. What a very small parcel it was! It seemed lost in the depths of her shabby old shopping-bag.
Mrs. Sommers after that did not move in the direction of the bargain counter. She took the elevator, which carried her to an upper floor into the region of the ladies' waiting-rooms. Here, in a retired corner, she exchanged her cotton stockings for the new silk ones which she had just bought. She was not going through any acute mental process or reasoning with herself, nor was she striving to explain to her satisfaction the motive of her action. She was not thinking at all. She seemed for the time to be taking a rest from that laborious and fatiguing function and to have abandoned herself to some mechanical impulse that directed her actions and freed her of responsibility.
How good was the touch of the raw silk to her flesh! She felt like lying back in the cushioned chair and revelling for a while in the luxury of it. She did for a little while. Then she replaced her shoes, rolled the cotton stockings together and thrust them into her bag. After doing this she crossed straight over to the shoe department and took her seat to be fitted.
She was fastidious. The clerk could not make her out; he could not reconcile her shoes with her stockings, and she was not too easily pleased. She held back her skirts and turned her feet one way and her head another way as she glanced down at the polished, pointed-tipped boots. Her foot and ankle looked very pretty. She could not realize that they belonged to her and were a part of herself. She wanted an excellent and stylish fit, she told the young fellow who served her, and she did not mind the difference of a dollar or two more in the price so long as she got what she desired.
It was a long time since Mrs. Sommers had been fitted with gloves. On rare occasions when she had bought a pair they were always "bargains," so cheap that it would have been preposterous and unreasonable to have expected them to be fitted to the hand.
Now she rested her elbow on the cushion of the glove counter, and a pretty, pleasant young creature, delicate and deft of touch, drew a long-wristed "kid" over Mrs. Sommers's hand. She smoothed it down over the wrist and buttoned it neatly, and both lost themselves for a second or two in admiring contemplation of the little symmetrical gloved hand. But there were other places where money might be spent.
There were books and magazines piled up in the window of a stall a few paces down the street. Mrs. Sommers bought two high-priced magazines such as she had been accustomed to read in the days when she had been accustomed to other pleasant things. She carried them without wrapping. As well as she could she lifted her skirts at the crossings. Her stockings and boots and well fitting gloves had worked marvels in her bearing--had given her a feeling of assurance, a sense of belonging to the well-dressed multitude.
She was very hungry. Another time she would have stilled the cravings for food until reaching her own home, where she would have brewed herself a cup of tea and taken a snack of anything that was available. But the impulse that was guiding her would not suffer her to entertain any such thought.
There was a restaurant at the corner. She had never entered its doors; from the outside she had sometimes caught glimpses of spotless damask and shining crystal, and soft-stepping waiters serving people of fashion.
When she entered her appearance created no surprise, no consternation, as she had half feared it might. She seated herself at a small table alone, and an attentive waiter at once approached to take her order. She did not want a profusion; she craved a nice and tasty bite--a half dozen blue-points, a plump chop with cress, a something sweet--a creme-frappee, for instance; a glass of Rhine wine, and after all a small cup of black coffee.
While waiting to be served she removed her gloves very leisurely and laid them beside her. Then she picked up a magazine and glanced through it, cutting the pages with a blunt edge of her knife. It was all very agreeable. The damask was even more spotless than it had seemed through the window, and the crystal more sparkling. There were quiet ladies and gentlemen, who did not notice her, lunching at the small tables like her own. A soft, pleasing strain of music could be heard, and a gentle breeze, was blowing through the window. She tasted a bite, and she read a word or two, and she sipped the amber wine and wiggled her toes in the silk stockings. The price of it made no difference. She counted the money out to the waiter and left an extra coin on his tray, whereupon he bowed before her as before a princess of royal blood.
There was still money in her purse, and her next temptation presented itself in the shape of a matinee poster.
It was a little later when she entered the theatre, the play had begun and the house seemed to her to be packed. But there were vacant seats here and there, and into one of them she was ushered, between brilliantly dressed women who had gone there to kill time and eat candy and display their gaudy attire. There were many others who were there solely for the play and acting. It is safe to say there was no one present who bore quite the attitude which Mrs. Sommers did to her surroundings. She gathered in the whole--stage and players and people in one wide impression, and absorbed it and enjoyed it. She laughed at the comedy and wept--she and the gaudy woman next to her wept over the tragedy. And they talked a little together over it. And the gaudy woman wiped her eyes and sniffled on a tiny square of filmy, perfumed lace and passed little Mrs. Sommers her box of candy.
The play was over, the music ceased, the crowd filed out. It was like a dream ended. People scattered in all directions. Mrs. Sommers went to the corner and waited for the cable car.
A man with keen eyes, who sat opposite to her, seemed to like the study of her small, pale face. It puzzled him to decipher what he saw there. In truth, he saw nothing-unless he were wizard enough to detect a poignant wish, a powerful longing that the cable car would never stop anywhere, but go on and on with her forever.

Travel / Visit / Tour / Moulovibazar- a new horizon of Beauty
« on: February 11, 2014, 03:52:52 PM »
Recently I had an opportunity to visit Moulovibazar along with my family members. Before my visiting that place, I had no idea about the natural beauty of that place. We stayed at the Tea resort and these bungalows are very specious and surrounded by trees and gardens. Every moment we felt the presence of nature and enjoyed the spectacular things around us. The chirping of the birds, the smell of the dry leaves and the whistle of the wind - touched and soothed our mind. I have found a completely different joy in close touch of this serene nature. There we visited many places such as- Lawachara National Park, Madhabpur lake and tea estates etc. The beauty of theses places has still a magnetic effect on me. the roads are no less entertaining here. The rubber trees and the way the liquids are being collected by the workers- they all are very gratifying. I wish I could stay there for a long time to sip the beauty of nature!! I would request all of you to visit that place.

Asma Alam

Common Forum/Request/Suggestions / celebrating Father's Day
« on: June 13, 2013, 12:42:21 PM »
Being a part of this modern world we Bangladeshi people are sincerely celebrating different days on different occasions. Father's Day is one of them. Generally this day is celebrated around the world on the 3rd Sunday of the month of June. We will also celebrate this day on next 16th June. This event has a history. But basically this day is celebrated by us to recognize and appreciate the role of father in our life. On this day we buy gifts for our father and try to enjoy some time in his close contact. We also pray for our father on this day for his long life. But we the children should never be oblivious of our fathers. The contribution of father can very keenly and practically be felt when we are grown up and start our family life with our children. If we can love our father and feel for him- it will be the nicest gift for a father from his child. We should never abandon him to live a miserable life. We should never let him feel that he is alone in this world. Let us assure our father that his child is here always for him and will always be with him till the end. And let us HONESTLY say LOVE YOU, BABA .

Asma Alam (who is unfortunate enough to say it to her father who passed away in 2008)   

Story, Article & Poetry / This will touch your heart
« on: June 13, 2013, 11:06:20 AM »
While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked stone & scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger, the man took the child's hand & hit it many times, not realizing he was using an iron wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father....with painful eyes he asked 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?'Man was so hurt and speechless. He went back to car and kicked it a lot of times. Devastated by his own actions....... sitting in front of that car he looked at the scratches, child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'. The next day that man committed suicide..... Anger and Love have NO LIMIT - choose the latter to have a beautiful & lovely life....THINGS are meant to be USED and PEOPLE are to be LOVED, ...but the problem of today's world is that... People are used & Things are loved!!!

One can change if ONE wants to.

Have a nice day & destroy your anger.

Asma Alam

The present life has thrown so many challenges for us that sometimes we  have to shun our good wish to survive in this world feeling positively. But I know this feelings can stay in our mind only for a very short time and we again start to find out a new way to reshape our world with our positive thoughts and new dreams. According to positive psychology researcher Suzanne Segerstrom, "Setbacks are inherent to almost every worthwhile human activity, and a number of studies show that optimists are in general both psychologically and physiologically healthier." It is to be mentioned that we should not ignore our reality which might seem to be very harsh for us rather we should face the situation giving a positive approach to the challenges.

Now-a-days most of us perceive most of the things or events in a negative way and this type of perception contributes to our frustration. To get rid of this we are to be positive all time although we know very well that it is really a difficult task. Yet let us try to be positive:

1. Look at the cup as half full, not half empty. For example, if you take six exams and pass three, don't dwell on what the three failed exams could have done for you, think about what the three exams you passed will do for you. Push all thoughts of the three failed exams out of your head.

2. Recognise your good features. It is a lot easier to be positive when you are happy and respect yourself. Come to realise that you are a great person with many awesome features. Instead of mourning over your 'flaws', grab a pencil and paper and write down all the things you love about yourself. No matter how many flaws you think you may have, there will always be more positive features, you may just not know it yet

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