Summer, Dancing and Heart Attack (Part 3 of 3)

90’s Politician My Dad was an emerging local celebrity, so the news of his heart attack, spread much like a viral video does in today’s social media generation. The word of mouth was a powerful tool within the Bangladeshi community. Who make it their business to know everybody’s business. We associated his stint at theContinue reading “Summer, Dancing and Heart Attack (Part 3 of 3)”

Summer, Dancing and Heart Attack (Part 2 of 3)

Heart Attack – Aftermath “Heart attack” – It sounded majestic like it wasn’t a bad thing, when it rolled out of my Mum’s tongue on her return that night. A tiny regal with a sharp prickling effect cutting the silent sound barrier of the room. The word was on constant loop, repeating out of herContinue reading “Summer, Dancing and Heart Attack (Part 2 of 3)”

Summer, Dancing and Heart Attack (Part 1)

1990 – Roga Milla Disneyland wasn’t the happiest place on earth.  We were being sold a big lie.  I was eight years old when I stumbled upon on that secret and it wasn’t that magical kingdom located in the sub tropical climate of Florida. Masqueraded through every media platform of 80’s popular culture to theContinue reading “Summer, Dancing and Heart Attack (Part 1)”

Climate Change – What We Can Learn from Our Immigrant Bangladeshi Parents.

Our inept desire for more things, only digs away at these very fundamental and our souls. This throw away culture of getting rid of things after they serve their single purpose, has transformed into our behaviour and in effect how we treat and look at each other as Humans

“She’s amazing … but a bit dark.” Thoughts on Colourism

“Why are you eating chocolate ice cream? You will become blacker by eating that.” Sounds absurd right? That comment. Hardly a joke? It will probably have you spitting the tea out from your mouth or falling off your chair from reading it. Now, imagine that was shouted at you by your mum, when you wereContinue reading ““She’s amazing … but a bit dark.” Thoughts on Colourism”

In The Jungle – The City Sleeps Tonight

It’s easy to lose touch with the World from within a city. The sun, sea, sand, hills and stars. The scaffolds that hold the Earth, they all fade in the background, when you’re wandering endlessly in middle of long traffic, surrounded by lights, noise and empty shells of people. Here in the city, we compressContinue reading “In The Jungle – The City Sleeps Tonight”

What awaits us? The howling of a Dog

Maybe Ruby, senses the aura of the people, the energy of the distraught, the boredom that inhabits us all. The loneliness, the uncertainty, broken hopes and plan. The poverty of our minds and the state that has engulfed us. Maybe she feels, sees or hears the spirit of the tragic souls that have all perished from Covid 19 – less than 500 metres away from me, down at the morgue of The Royal London.

Day Seventy Five- The Hypocrisy of the Left

This week has been highly charged, like none other time during this Pandemic. Even though we have seen the death count for Covid-19 gone down below a 100 today, the biggest news is the ongoing protests taking place in the USA, which has now found its way here in the cities of UK. Thousands ofContinue reading “Day Seventy Five- The Hypocrisy of the Left”