Ingredients
- 1 slice of bread (4 slices)
- 2 tablespoons mayonnaise
- 1 tablespoon honey
- 2 teaspoons cinnamon sugar
Directions
1. Spread mayonnaise over the entire surface of the bread.
2. Spread honey on top.
3. Sprinkle with cinnamon sugar.
4. Toast in the toaster until cooked to your desired doneness (approximately 7 minutes).
Ingredients:
1 chicken breast (300g-350g)
[A] 1 tablespoon mayonnaise
[A] 1/2 teaspoon grated garlic
Potato starch, to taste
1 tablespoon salad oil
[B] 2 tablespoons soy sauce
[B] 1 tablespoon sake
[B] 1 tablespoon mirin
[B] 1 tablespoon sugar
Directions:
1. Place bite-sized pieces of chicken breast and [A] in a plastic bag and knead. Leave for 15 minutes, then coat with potato starch.
2. Heat salad oil in a frying pan over medium heat. Arrange [A] and cook.
3. Once browned on both sides, wipe off excess oil. Add [B] and simmer until combined. Finish!
Serve with mayonnaise, if desired!
[Ingredients for 2-3 servings]
- 200-250g ground beef
- 1-2 tablespoons Awamori
- 1/2 small bitter melon (or 1/4 if large)
- A pinch of salt
- 1/4 small onion
- 3 tablespoons breadcrumbs
- 1/2 tablespoon salad oil
- 1 egg yolk
- A pinch of salt and pepper
- 1/2 tablespoon powdered bonito flakes
- To taste salad oil
- To taste watercress
- To taste cherry tomatoes
<Salted Sauce>
- 100ml dashi stock
- 2 tablespoons sugar
- 1.5 tablespoons rice vinegar
- 1.5 teaspoons salt (Okinawa salt)
- 1/2 teaspoon soy sauce
- 1 teaspoon potato starch
- Ginger juice 1/2 small
[Preparation]
- Scrape the seeds and pulp from the bitter melon using a spoon, then slice 8-12 pieces 5mm thick for garnish. Finely chop the remaining bitter melon. If the bitterness is too strong, lightly rub with salt. Once the juice has released, rinse quickly and squeeze out the water.
・Finely chop the onion.
・Heat a little salad oil in a frying pan and fry the bitter melon for garnish, then remove from the frying pan. Next, fry the finely chopped bitter melon and onion until soft, then season with salt and pepper and let cool.
[Recipe]
1. Add the ground beef and awamori to a bowl and knead well with your hands. Once sticky, add the sautéed bitter melon, onion, breadcrumbs, egg yolk, salt, pepper, and powdered bonito, and mix well.
2. Coat your hands with salad oil and divide 1 into 4-6 equal parts. Press each part into a ball like a catch ball to remove any air, then shape into a round ball.
3. Heat 1 tablespoon of salad oil in a frying pan over high heat and place the hamburger patties in the pan. Cook for about 40 seconds on each side to brown and seal in the flavor.
4. Reduce the heat to low, cover, and steam for 5-6 minutes. Insert a toothpick into the center of the hamburger patties and if clear juices come out, they're ready! (If the juices are cloudy red, they're not yet cooked, so cover and cook again.)
5. While the hamburger patties are cooking, add the ingredients for the <Salt Sauce> to a small saucepan and bring to a boil while stirring.
6. Place the hamburg steak from step 4 in a serving dish, pour the salt sauce from step 5 over it, and garnish with bitter melon, watercress, and cherry tomatoes.
Diabetes is not actually a disease, it is a problem of lack of space in the cells.
🔬 Understand it simply:
1. We eat rice-bread-sugar repeatedly → glucose increases in the blood.
2. Insulin repeatedly comes out and wants to put glucose into the cells.
3. But excess sugar/energy is already accumulated inside the cells → there is no more space.
4. Then glucose remains in the blood → this is called high blood sugar / diabetes.
⚠️ So the real problem:
• Not a lack of insulin.
• Rather, insulin resistance → the cells are full, the door is closed.
✅ Solution
• Fasting (giving the cells time to use the glucose inside)
• Exercise (cells are empty, glucose is used)
• Proper diet (less carbs, more protein and fat, vegetables)
• Sleep and mental peace (balances hormones)
👉 In short:
The main cause of diabetes = no space in the cells.
Treatment = emptying the cells.
"Don't get angry. You get angry with me again. I don't say anything to intellectuals. I respect them. I only say this, spend your intelligence in the service of the people. I don't say anything more than that. Will I die saying, 'Father,' they will write books against me again." Bangabandhu himself said this targeting intellectuals.
A surprising thing in Bangladesh is that most of those who succeed in educational competition are deep down low, low-minded; envious, small-minded, yet they think of themselves as pure and the bearer of extreme ideals. For Bangladesh, Bangabandhu's single selfless sacrifice, courage, thoughtfulness, proper management, and infinite efforts to take the entire nation forward as a leader are rare in the world. Yet, Bangabandhu has always been belittled by most of the educated people of this country during the Pakistan period and after independence.
The first step for any nation to move forward is to establish a political identity and gain independence. No matter how extraordinary the leadership of Bangabandhu and his political party was, Bangladesh's separate identity and independence were almost impossible to achieve. These two impossible tasks were largely possible, the reason we achieved both of them in 1971 was the extreme stupidity of the then military and civilian leadership of Pakistan, the special international situation at that time, and the presence of a Prime Minister like Indira with a tough and personality in power in India.
Without this triad, our independence would have been impossible. Mujib brought these three parties to his support with his political knowledge, honesty, straightforwardness and personality, yet for the educated people of this country, immediately after independence, that same Mujib became the great enemy of the educated elite who benefited the most after independence. There are many social and political reasons for this incident. There is the greed and jealousy of dirty military politics. There is the constant conspiracy of the brokers to sell the country to the Western masters and the religious geopolitics of the Middle East. There is the unlimited greed and arbitrariness of the privileged class that suddenly got an opportunity.
But I think there is something beyond all this that is psychological. That is the mentality of those who are highly educated, especially in professional education or STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering and Mathematics) in this country. The gap is the inability of those who are talented in a particular field of knowledge to see the whole. They are unable to see the overall reality of the rest of the world except for the subject of their own scholarship. They fill that inability by projecting imaginary ideals. In their imaginary ideals, Bhutto is wiser than Mujib, because his clothes are more stylish and his English is much better. His demeanor is heroic.
Humayun Ahmed was admitted to Dhaka University, probably in pharmacy, one day he saw a professor of chemistry. He was so impressed by his clothes and smartness that he immediately left pharmacy and enrolled in chemistry. Then he also became a professor of quantum chemistry, but the faith remained intact after the reading of the water of the Pir. Our core mentality drives us. If jealousy drives us, then even the meditation of a sage is an effort to belittle another sage, not to get close to God.
After independence, many of the leaders who started the first and strongest intellectual and armed struggle against Mujib and independence were graduates of BUET. Many of the leftists, including Siraj Sikder, were engineers. Those who supported them and joined the national and international opposition to Mujib were also highly educated.
Bangabandhu himself said:
“I told the people, I told my brothers, I told the sons of the Liberation Army, surrender your weapons. They surrendered their weapons. But a group of people - I know, those to whom Pakistan had given weapons - did not surrender their weapons. They started killing innocent people with these weapons. They even killed five members of parliament. Still, I gave elections with a constitution. But if the people of Bengal vote for me in the elections, then it is not my fault. Out of 315 seats, the people of Bengal gave me 307 seats. But a group of people say, why did the people give me power? No country seizes power through an armed revolution and gives rights to anyone like this. But they forgot the responsibility that comes with it if they want to enjoy their rights. I said, you create an opposition. They created it.
They started giving speeches. But at the same time, they started killing people in the dark. If necessary, they want to confront us with weapons. They were threatened with weapons. It started with killing people. By destroying railway lines, destroying fertilizer factories, sinking ships, they created such a situation that foreign agents who are in the country got an opportunity. Our duty is to save the people. There is a cry all around.
With the independence, the prices of all the things in the world gradually increased. We have to buy from all over the world. We have to buy food, clothes, medicine, oil. We were a colony of the British for two hundred years, a colony of Pakistan for twenty-five years. We have to buy everything from abroad. But even after that, the people of Bengal have started working by accepting the hardship. But they do not allow them to move forward and work.
Another group got an opportunity abroad. They brought money from abroad and created chaos in Bengal. They tried to destroy independence. Why am I saying this today? I have said it a lot, there was no need to say so much. But the faces of the people are flowing before my eyes. The blood of the people of my country is flowing before my eyes. The souls of my people are flowing before my eyes. All those martyred brothers are flowing before my eyes, who fell like flowers, became martyrs. On the Day of Judgment, when they say, I liberated the country with my blood, you are destroying independence, you could not protect it, then what will I answer them?”
Even today we see the same pattern. When most of the people of the country want peace, want food security, want a good future for their children. When they see a hope of getting it. They also think about the fear of being disappointed that maybe they too can get a good future if the last ten years continue as they have been doing. So most of them have given the mandate in that hope. But like 75, some educated people are not able to tolerate it. Because as soon as there is a possibility of being good, their subconscious mind gets busy to ruin it.
But then why are the talented people of other countries of the world different? They study the same subject with the same brain. I think the difference is the hyper-competition in the first life. In other countries, that is not the case. In other countries, an ordinary student acquires the qualification to become a doctor, engineer or PhD. Whereas in our country, it takes the ability to leave thousands of people behind. In this way, we select the most successful on one hand and the incapable on the other. But is this the reason for these intellectuals to commit suicide? The opportunity that the country and the nation have They are intellectuals by identity, why are they the killers of the vitality of that country and nation like Mirzafar?
I was reading why successful companies fail, why do they go bankrupt. There is a saying called Hand Grenadeing Your Own Company. When entrepreneurs' businesses are successful. When a lot of money starts coming into their hands, several entrepreneurs start making strange suicidal decisions. As a result of these decisions, the company soon falls into financial crisis. Researchers have seen that many of these entrepreneurs suffer from a subconscious negative inferiority complex about themselves. When they become successful and earn a lot of money, their subconscious mind starts feeling uncomfortable about it and thinks that they are doing something undesirable. That's when they start doing things that will make their efforts fail. This struggle with your own subconscious is very dangerous.
In 2024, we saw the final form of this suicidal Hand Grenadeing Your Own Nation.
Sirajul Hossain
Ingredients
1/2 small head of cabbage
1/3 carrot
3 slices of ham
(A) 4 tablespoons mayonnaise
(A) 1 tablespoon olive oil
(A) 1/2 tablespoon vinegar
(A) Just under 1 teaspoon sugar
Salt and pepper to taste
Directions
1) Cut the cabbage into thick strips about 3 cm long. Rub with just under 1 teaspoon salt (not included in the recipe) and leave for about 5 minutes, then squeeze out the excess water.
2) Cut the carrots into 2 cm julienne strips and cut the ham into thirds and thinly slice them.
3) Mix the seasonings (1), (2), and (A) together and season with salt and pepper.
Ingredients:
1 sweet potato
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
[A] 10 caramel cans
[A] 2 tablespoons milk
Directions:
1. Wash the sweet potato thoroughly and chop it into irregular pieces. Place in a heat-resistant bowl, cover with plastic wrap, and microwave at 600W for 3 minutes.
2. Add vegetable oil to a frying pan and heat over medium heat. Add the sweet potato from step 1 and fry. Once golden brown on all sides, remove to a plate.
3. Place [A] in a heat-resistant bowl and microwave at 600W for 1 minute 30 seconds. Add the sweet potato from step 2 and mix well. Arrange on a baking sheet to dry.
Every few days, news would come that my father was being locked up in a room in such and such an area.
He was being beaten. He was going to marry the woman he had been caught with.
My mother would cry and say, "Oh, Motaleb, come and free your father."
I no longer paid much attention to my mother's crying. Our younger brother Harun would go to get my father. He would not say anything. He would stand quietly and watch my father being beaten. Finally, Harun would catch my father, whose eyes and face were swollen, and bring him home.
Seeing my father's bloody and swollen face, my mother would forget her anger from the whole day and bathe my father with hot water. Once, in a fit of rage, I threw a bottle of kerosene oil at my father, calling him a 'swine'.
When my father's whole body was covered in kerosene, I wanted to throw a matchstick at this scumbag. I couldn't. I don't know the answer to why I couldn't.
Maina gave up going to college.
She was ashamed to go to college. Many people asked her directly, 'Why is your father like this? Is it right for you to do this at your age?'
Maina replied, 'Our father is a very bad man. A lecher.'
I know, Maina turned black with shame. Her eyes welled up with tears like the ocean. Do I feel less ashamed? Because of shame, I would grab my father's collar and slap him wherever I found him on the street.
The money my father earned by selling raw vegetables in the shop, he tied in a knot in his lungi and went out to do dirty things on his black body.
Once my father returned home in the middle of the night with a very young girl.
The girl was about twenty-two or twenty-three years old. Fair. Wearing a cotton sari. My father married the girl. My body was shaking with shame and hatred. I could not control my anger. I ran and pulled the girl's hand and threw her out onto the street.
My father called me a 'scumbag' and started fighting with me. I punched him a few times. Maina, Harun, and mother brought me home. Being the child of such an ugly father, I started to struggle all night with anger, resentment, and shame.
In the morning, I don't know where my father left the girl.
Mother and Maina went to my grandmother's house.
I don't know what they would do there. Harun and I stayed somewhere. After a few days, when I returned home one evening, I saw that my father had brought my mother and Maina back home.
Despite all this, we could not stop these physiological actions of my father. Is human birth on earth only for the needs of the body?
The body has such power to destroy a family, a few impossibly humble minds? Don't humans have such power to stop the body?
I'm thinking a lot in the middle of the night.
I buried my father at ten o'clock at night. A fresh body was crushed by a freight truck.
I left the body lying in the mud house.
My father's body has eaten our family for so long. My mother. My sister. My brother. Me. My father himself.
And today the insignificant soil will eat my father's body! ::
I was studying why many businesses fail even though they started well. In America, 50% of small businesses fail within 5 years, 70% fail within 10 years. 82% of business failures are due to cash flow problems. Many of these businesses fail despite doing very well financially. Surprisingly, the reason for this is the psychological suicide of entrepreneurs, which is called entrepreneurial hand grenadeing. That is, when Lakshmi is at its peak in their business, they throw a hand grenade there and destroy it. When we suddenly earn a lot of money, enjoy a lot of comfort, and gain a lot of respect. Then we get a life that we never dreamed of, which our fathers and grandfathers never imagined. Then the subconscious part of our mind evaluates this unimaginable impossible situation as a danger. The subconscious mind is disturbed by this unimaginable 'abnormality'. Then the subconscious mind makes the mind restless to destroy this achievement, causes deviation from the goal, and induces us to destroy our own achievement.
According to psychoanalyst Gustav Jung, there is something in our subconscious that holds a habitual sense of judgment and always teases the conscious mind about it when it deviates. No matter how beautiful and attractive a woman is, she thinks that she is not good (according to a statistic in America, 80 percent of women think that they are not good), she cannot be happy with a good man. Her mind starts causing various unnecessary troubles. Even these women who think of themselves as bad prefer the company of bad men and feel comfortable being with them because they think that it will be equal. The bad one is worse than the one who will not face judgment by him.
So what is the solution to this hand bomb problem of sudden achievement? The ancient Indians found a solution to this, which is the social class system. Whatever work someone does in society, their descendants will do it in their families. Brahmins will be hereditary priests and teachers; Kshatriyas will be rulers and warriors; Vaishyas will do agriculture, business, and shopkeeping; Shudras will do manual labor, and Dalits will clean up sewage and waste. Although this classification violates human rights and the Constitution, it was certainly created to solve this hand bomb problem of sudden wealth.
This hand bomb problem of sudden wealth also arises in politics. Those who are not from political families by family, who have never learned how to behave normally when they come into possession of a lot of money and power, will explode this hand bomb of sudden wealth and give away the freedom they brought at the cost of the lives of millions of people.
ডুমুরের ঝোল ফুটে উঠলে কষানো চিংড়ি আর কাঁচা মরিচ দিয়ে হালকা আঁচে আরও ১০ মিনিট চুলায় রেখে গরম মসলার গুঁড়া দিয়ে নামিয়ে গরম ভাতের সঙ্গে পরিবেশন করতে হবে।
Ingredients:
100g cabbage
1/2 bunch chives
150g ground pork
[A] 1 teaspoon soy sauce
[A] 1 teaspoon sesame oil
[A] 1/2 teaspoon grated garlic
[A] 1/2 teaspoon grated ginger
[A] 1/4 teaspoon salt
[A] Pepper, to taste
2 sheets of rice paper
2 tablespoons potato starch
1 tablespoon salad oil
Directions:
1. Finely chop the cabbage and sprinkle with salt (not included in the recipe, to taste). Let sit for about 5 minutes, then squeeze out the excess water. Finely chop the chives.
2. Combine the ground pork, 1., and [A] in a bowl and mix well.
3. Dip the rice paper in water and lay it out on a cutting board. Place half of ② in a strip shape and roll from front to back.
④ Coat ③ with potato starch and cut into 2cm wide strips with kitchen scissors. Repeat with the remaining strips.
⑤ Thread three ④ strips onto bamboo skewers.
⑥ Add salad oil to a frying pan and heat over medium heat, then arrange ⑤ strips. Cook until golden brown on both sides and it's done!
[Ingredients for 2 servings]
- 1 avocado
- 1-2 stalks of coriander
- Salt to taste
- Coarsely ground black pepper to taste
- Juice of 1/2 lemon
[Directions]
1. Cut the avocado in half, remove the seed, peel, and cut into bite-sized pieces. Cut off the root of the coriander and cut into 3cm lengths.
2. Place (1) in a bowl, sprinkle with salt and coarsely ground black pepper, add the lemon juice, and toss thoroughly.
What is our favorite actress Meryl Streep saying? She said that when she graduated from college in New York, in 1971, women in Switzerland first got the right to vote. Half a century or 50 years before that, women in Afghanistan had that right in 1919. Although Swiss women were only able to hold a referendum in 1971. Swiss women got full suffrage in 1990. Meryl Streep also said that women in France got the right to vote 20 years later than Afghans, and so did Americans.
Meryl Streep said that in the 70s, women were half as much in government officials, doctors, teachers, and other professions. Now that world has turned upside down. She said that now even a cat is more independent than an Afghan woman.
Now my question is, weren't the people of Afghanistan Muslims in 1919? But there was no Western Deep State then. Since the Western Deep State has used Islam as its anti-socialist weapon. Since then, they have destroyed Islam. They have strengthened a fundamentalist group with rules and regulations from the Jewish Talmud based on false hadiths. The result is Sharia law in New York and London.
Ingredients
・ Beef trimmings: 200g
・ Mirin: 1 tablespoon
・ Cucumbers: 2
・ Salt: to taste
・ A [Sake: 1 tablespoon]
・ Oyster sauce: 0.5 tablespoons
・ Soy sauce: 0.3 teaspoons
・ Doubanjiang: 0.3 teaspoons
・ Sugar: a little
・ Grain vinegar: 0.5 teaspoons
・ Rice bran oil: to taste
Preparation
・ Cut the beef into bite-sized pieces and rub in the mirin.
・ Cut the cucumber in half lengthwise, scrape out the seeds with a spoon, rub with salt, let sit for about 10 minutes, then squeeze out the water.
・ Mix A together.
Directions
1. Heat the rice bran oil in a frying pan. Add the cucumber and fry for about 1 minute, then add the beef and continue to stir-fry.
2. Add A and stir fry for about 2 minutes, then add vinegar to finish.
আমাদের বাঙ্গালী দের যেম ন ভাপা ইলিশ, তে ম ন একটা জাপানীজ খাবারের নাম ফয়েলে বেক করা স্যামন মাছ। এই খাবারটা জাপানের ঘরের রান্না , মায়ের রান্না। আমি এ খন ও পর্যন্ত কোন জাপানীজ রেস্তোরাঁয় এই খাবার খুঁজে পায় নি। আ সলে আমাদের পরিবারে , ঘরে যা যা রান্না হ য় তা তো আর রেস্তোরাঁয় খুঁজে পাবো না । আম রা তা ই জাপানে থেকে জাপানের বিশেষ কিছু খাবার ছাড়া , তাদের ঘরের রান্নার সংগে অ পরিচিত ই থেকে যায়।
এই খাবারটা আমি খেয়েছি জাপানের হস্ পিটালে, বাচ্চাদের জন্মের স ময় য খন হস্ পিটালে ছিলাম তখন।
জাপানের ঘরের রান্না গুলি যে এত মজা , এত মজা, যে ভাষায় প্রকাশ করতে পারছি না । আমাকে এত মজা ক রে জাপানিজ খাঁবার খেতে দেখে , আমার চারপাশে যে জাপানিজ মহিলারা ছিল , তারা ব লছিল, এইটা তো হস্ পিটালের খাবার , তাই স্বাদ ক ম ।
উনাদের ক্থা শুনে তো আমি অবাক হয়নি কারণ দেশে ও হস্ পিটালের খাবার কম মশালা দিয়ে রান্না করা হয় ।
কিন্তু আমি তো আর এই খাবার আগে খায়নি বা এর আসল স্বাদ কি তা তো জানি না , তারপর ও অনেক অনেক ভাল লেগেছিল।
আমি এই খাবারের নাম জানি না, তাই খাবার টার বর্ণনা ক রি কিন্তু কেউ সেটা বুঝতে পারে না , আর এই খাবার কোথাও বিক্রি হ য় না । তবে, আমি আমার সেই হারানো খাবারের নাম জানতে পেরেছি, আর রান্না করা যে এত
সহজ ভাবতেই পারছিনা।
পোলাওয়ের চাল: দেড় কাপ
বিন্নি চাল: আধা কাপ
নারকেলকুচি: ১ কাপ
কনডেন্সড মিল্ক: স্বাদমতো
গুঁড়া দুধ: সিকি কাপ
জালা চালের গুঁড়া: এক কাপ
লবণ: স্বাদমতো
চাল ধুয়ে ১০ মিনিট পানিতে ভিজিয়ে রাখুন। এদিকে চুলায় একটি পাত্রে ৬ কাপ পানি ও ২ চা-চামচ লবণ দিয়ে ফোটাতে থাকুন।
পানি ফুটে উঠলে এতে চাল (পানি ঝরিয়ে নিতে হবে) দিয়ে দিন। চুলায় মাঝারি আঁচে নরম করে ভাত রান্না করুন।
ভাত যাতে হাঁড়ির গায়ে না লেগে যায়, সে জন্য কিছুক্ষণ পরপর কাঠি দিয়ে নেড়ে দিন। ভাতটা আঠালো হয়ে এলে চুলার আঁচটা আরও কমিয়ে ঢাকনা দিয়ে পাঁচ মিনিট রাখুন।
এবার ঢাকনা সরিয়ে ভাতটুকু নেড়ে নিন। ১০ মিনিট পর ভাতের পাত্রটি চুলা থেকে নামিয়ে অল্প অল্প করে জালা চালের গুঁড়া ছিটিয়ে ঘুঁটনি দিয়ে ভালো করে ঘুঁটে নিন।
ভাতের ওপর আধা কাপ জালা চালের গুঁড়া সুন্দর করে চেপে ঢেকে দিন। এবার ভাতের পাত্রটিকে ঘরের মধ্যে গরম কোনো জায়গায় মোটা কাপড় দিয়ে ১২ ঘণ্টা ঢেকে রাখুন।
১২ ঘণ্টা পর দেখুন ভাতের ওপরটা ফেটে গেছে কি না। ফেটে থাকলে পুরো ভাত বাটিতে ঢেলে নিন।
এবার পরিবেশনের আগে নারকেল, গুঁড়া দুধসহ সবকিছু চামচ দিয়ে মিশিয়ে ভাতের ওপর ছিটিয়ে দিন। অনেকে এই মধুভাত পাতলা করে খায়।
Ingredients:
200g bean sprouts
1 cucumber
1 can canned tuna in oil (drained)
[A] 2 tablespoons ground white sesame seeds
[A] 1 tablespoon ponzu soy sauce
[A] 1 tablespoon sesame oil
[A] 1/2 tablespoon sugar
[A] 1/2 tablespoon miso
[A] 1/3 teaspoon grated garlic
Directions:
1. Place the bean sprouts in a heat-resistant bowl, cover with plastic wrap, and microwave at 600W for 3 minutes. Rinse in water, cool, and squeeze out the excess water.
2. Julienne the cucumber. Place in a bowl, add 1/2 teaspoon salt (not included in the recipe), and rub in the salt. Let sit for about 10 minutes, then squeeze out the excess water.
3. Add [A] to another bowl and mix well. Add ①, ②, and the canned tuna in oil, mix well, and it's done!
Ingredients
Pasta: 100g (BARILLA Spaghetti No. 5)
Water: 250ml
Boiled octopus: 50g
Mozzarella cheese: 50g
Shiso leaves: 5 leaves
Olive oil: 1.5 tablespoons
Granulated consommé: 1 teaspoon (Maggi Consommé, additive-free)
Lemon juice: 1 teaspoon
Directions
１．Fold the pasta in half and place it in a heat-resistant container. Add water.
２．Heat in a 600W microwave for the cooking time indicated on the package. I used a 9-minute boiling type, so I microwaved it for about 9 minutes and 30 seconds.
３．Since this is cold pasta, rinse thoroughly with water after cooking.
４．n a bowl and add the boiled octopus cut into bite-sized pieces, mozzarella cheese, shredded shiso leaves, olive oil, granulated consommé, and lemon juice.
５．Mix everything together and it's ready.
Then, when the clouds cleared, the brass ghati on the head of Thakurji walking along the railway line gave a glimmer of sunshine to Nitai Kabiyal's eyes, the goddess wearing a gold top became a flower of Kash, overshadowing everything, that ineffable question: Why is life so short?
The blue-throated bird spreads its wings, the thread of the akanda flies, the flower fair of Kash flowers flutters on the riverbank. Blue lotuses and the New Year's newspaper bathes in the distance.
The clouds move away, the distant mountains look even bluer. When the day gets a little longer, the fishermen return home. The boroli caught at night on lotus leaves softens a little in the sun. Thamma would fry the boroli in black cumin, chili paste and atap rice paste. With a little bit of biliti and chopped coriander leaves, I would eat it like nectar on boiled lentil stalks. Then there was salt in coconut garlands, raw coconut shell, milk made from coconut milk and a kitchen filled with oven smoke. My mother was sitting on the porch and cooking in one mind.
Again, in the evening, after returning from school, I would wash my hands and feet and see the kitchen being cleaned. Outside, there was a dim light. Rice was cooked in a dish covered with a basket on the shelf, a little dal was arranged on the plate and on the side of the dish, curries, red dusty vegetables, olive oil, hanging on the branches, mixed with the rice. A unique aroma in the air. The sound of the harmonium drifted from the house next door. And I took a bite of the boroli jute bhaja that was being prepared with my eyes closed.
Nowadays, I spend these days hand in hand. I decorate the dish with my childhood. Like this boroli jute bhaja. Everything goes away, only memories remain.
Puṣpānna
King Trishanku of Indian mythology decided to go to heaven while still alive and sought the help of sage Vishwamitra for this. Vishwamitra sent Trishanku to heaven through the sky with the power of prayer. But the gods of heaven prevented him. Led by the king of gods, Indra, they did not let him enter heaven and pushed him towards the mortal path.
Sage Vishwamitra was no less. He also increased his strength and did not let Trishanku descend to earth. Vishwamitra started pushing Trishanku towards heaven to show the gods one-handedness. On the other hand, the gods above started pushing Trishanku to earth with their strength.
The gods, afraid of losing their honor and in danger, then appealed to Vishwamitra to protect their honor. In this situation, Vishwamitra decided that Trishanku should stay between the sky and the earth. Then Vishwamitra created a new star system for Trishanku to live in. It has been many years since I have been wandering the coastal hills of Chittagong, Cox's Bazar and Teknaf in search of wild elephants. Every morning I go out with a local guide. I look for elephants as big as mountains. Even though elephants are huge in size, even if they are a few feet away from you in the mountains, you often don't realize that there are elephants here because they are so quiet and camouflaged with the bushes. It is also a matter of fear because mountains and forests are no obstacle to an elephant and it runs faster than humans. So if it gets scared or angry and charges, then life is in danger in an instant. Myself and my guide are very aware of that. There is another fear, which is the fear of robbers. Although we don't care much about it, we don't stay in the mountains for long. We searched the mountains for several days and couldn't see any elephants.
Taking pictures in the mountains is quite laborious. You have to walk a lot with two cameras and a heavy day pack containing lenses of various sizes, spare batteries, water, rain protective gear, etc. By eleven o'clock in the morning, the heat of the sun in the mountains increases so much that it is difficult to work. So we would work from dawn to noon, have lunch somewhere, and then go to the local village in the afternoon to learn various facts, events, and listen to stories about elephants. We would hear about all the extraordinary events, stories, and beliefs, but all that can be told another day.
Even if I didn't get pictures of elephants in the mountains, I would get many pictures of birds and other animals or people working in the villages and mountains, which are also very dear to me. Once, on one such mountain, I saw from a distance many Bengali girls doing some work. The girls in all their colorful outfits against the green backdrop of the mountains looked like many colorful grass flowers on the green grass. I had a wide lens for elephants on my main camera. I took several shots of the girls with the zoom lens on my second camera. While taking the shots, I noticed that some of the girls were pulling their clothes over their chests with their hands. This is not new in the remote areas of Bangladesh. As soon as the camera is seen, the girls quickly turn their faces and show their backs or try to cover their bodies, especially their chests, with their clothes.
Whenever I go on a photo tour, the first thing I do at the restaurant at night is to download the pictures from the camera card, empty the card, charge the batteries, and keep everything ready for the next day. While emptying the card, I can never resist the temptation to look at the pictures taken that day, no matter how tired I am. After downloading the pictures in the mountains that day, my eyes are filled with tears when I see the pictures of those girls. My 8 frames per second high frame rate (the fastest camera at the time) consecutive images show the girls not pulling their clothes up to cover their breasts, but rather removing them and placing them in a way that makes their well-developed breasts more visible and makes them look more 'sexy'.
We who take photography as an art, spend millions of rupees and a lot of time behind it. Our camera, our pictures and its subject are something 'sacred' to us. Even if we take a naked picture of a sexually attractive woman, it has no effect on our personal sexual feelings. That picture is also just an art piece to us, the pictures we take are not a source of sexual pleasure to us. Whether they tell a pure feeling or an untold story of life beyond the influence of the material world of flesh and blood becomes the main thing.
After a few more days of trying in the mountains, one day I found a group of elephants. I took pictures of all the wonderful wild elephants that had come in groups all day. My work is done, I will go back. The next day, I packed everything and went to Cox's Bazar airport, when I got a call that the flight was canceled due to a mechanical fault, the plane did not arrive from Dhaka. I did not want to go by bus with so many things since I did not have a good seat reservation in advance. I thought of visiting St. Martin's for another day, and changed the ticket for the next flight for two days.
I like the sea much more than the mountains. Although the mountains are amazing in their extraordinary landscape and graphical beauty, all the mountains seem to be very lifeless. Life means water and small animals, plants, human activities, that is, the abundance of life is much more on the plains and the seashore. That is why Saint Martin is a very favorite place of mine. But when I go here, I feel sad when I see four-five-year-old girls wearing burqas and hijabs. I always love taking pictures of children because there is an amazing liveliness in children. Their eyes are so clear, so clear.
Their faces have a clean velvety softness that cheers our hearts, much like a flower newly blossomed in the dew, which increases our love for children. Girls can express their emotions much more clearly than boys. The emotions of their minds come out in the pictures much more clearly. So taking pictures of them means being able to capture more human emotions in the frame. But these are not possible in Saint Martin.
Here, children are now completely covered and girls will either turn away or run away when they see a camera. This was not the case before. The logic behind wearing the burqa and hijab is that no part of a woman's body arouses lust or sexual desire in men. If anyone arouses lust or sexual desire by looking at children, he is either mentally ill or a complete devil with animal instincts. Even if a child is naked, lust or sexual desire does not arouse in any healthy mind. However, the adolescent mind can be curious about the sexual organs of the opposite sex. That is why it is common in society to cover the sexual organs. But is that the whole person? Do children get a message about society through this clothing?
After this project to photograph elephants, there was an opportunity for a photo tour in the Chittagong Hill Tracts. We usually do not get much good by going where ordinary tourists go because we want to see nature and society in their traditional form, not in the artificial form of decoration for tourists. It is not easy to go deep into the Chittagong Hill Tracts where people still retain their primitive lifestyle. The road to get there is very difficult but that is not an obstacle for us, the bigger obstacle is collecting the green signal from our military and the armed groups there. Now that opportunity has come. The local guide who was with me is a bit of a crazy guy. After meeting him, he took me to his heart so he said, "Dada, I will take you to a beautiful neighborhood, you will get the neighborhood you want."
We walked all day long through the jungle to reach that village. Who knows what my guide told the village headman, and we went to see the royal hospitality. For this, I had to take some tests as proof that I was one with them. As a result of passing, no one considered me a stranger anymore. I stayed in that village for several days and it seemed to me that this village was a living example of how our ancestors lived ten thousand years ago. They still maintain that culture and are still much better than us.
When inside the village, the girls in this village do not wear any clothes on their upper body. Even on the lower part, what they wear is very little, covering only the waist. According to custom, I took shelter in the house of the headman (village head), which is a joint family. Everyone very sincerely accepted me into their family. I drank, ate with them, asked them various questions about them. I took pictures of the girls while they were busy with their own daily activities. The next few days, while taking pictures of the mountain nature, various houses (houses) invited us. In those houses, men, women, boys, girls sat in a circle and talked, where it seemed that the women were not wearing any clothes.
Although many of them have very attractive bodies according to our plains culture. Not only their open chests, but also their thighs and knees are visible, and they have no embarrassment about this. Everyone here is used to drinking alcohol before eating with guests at noon and at night, so not only in a conscious state, but even under the influence of alcohol, none of them jumps on a 'naked' woman or gives her an offensive look.
Since I have mixed a lot with European society, I know that sexual desire and even sexual gaze are a matter of prior permission. A woman who does not allow another to look at her body sexually, even if she is naked, cannot be looked at sexually, this is the mutual respect of the civilized world. Knowing this, I also did not pay any attention to their bodies or clothes except for my photographic interest. So their bodies did not make any impression on me. The men who live there do not pay any attention to the open bodies of women or their breasts. The women are also not concerned about the shape of their bodies or the size of their breasts.
Just a hundred kilometers away, a society has five or six year old children wearing burqas, and in another society, girls are removing their clothes so that their well-formed breasts can be seen by strangers, whose government has declared alcohol a drug and made drinking alcohol a criminal activity. In a society where rape cannot be prevented even in the crossfire, and in a primitive culture of that land, almost 'naked' women and men sit together in the same room drinking alcohol, yet there is no sexual gaze, no sense of guilt, women are completely free from the stress and insecurity of seeing their bodies as sexual objects. Who are the civilized people here?
Seeing a woman's body, especially her breasts, as sexual objects for men is a new Western invention. If you look at the statues of Greek gods and even Aphrodite or Venus, you will see that their breasts are not prominent and open. This is because in all ancient societies, women's breasts were considered a symbol of motherhood and a source of pleasure for children, not as a commodity for men. In 1951, anthropologist Clellan Ford and ethnologist Frank Beach studied 191 cultures and wrote that out of 191, only 13 cultures considered women's breasts as a sexual object for men.
Most of the works of art depicting naked women during the Renaissance and before it showed women's breasts as necessary parts of motherhood, not as objects of male sexual interest. As Christian protection and conservatism grew in European society, women's breasts became more and more considered objects of male sexual interest. Women with attractive bodies and well-developed breasts also continue to cherish it to increase their value in society and strengthen their position. Some researchers have named Monroe Syndrome (from Marilyn Monroe) as the phenomenon of judging a woman by her body or breasts, ignoring her intelligence, emotions, and human qualities. Marilyn Monroe was quite intelligent and had modern worldly knowledge. However, she was valued only for her physical appearance, glamour, and well-developed breasts.
When a woman is valued more for her physical appearance than her mental and social qualities, she falls into the trap of color association or wrong group affiliation. Multiple statistics have shown that men in America are most attracted or obsessive about women's large breasts. Psychological studies have shown that obsession with women's large breasts is linked to men's anxiety or insecurity about not having children. This insecurity is also associated with business development and making money. They are the ones who are never satisfied with building mountains of wealth.
When I started my first startup, there was a boy who was a little older than us living next to our office. We had a kind of friendship with him, as he would come to the office, to chat occasionally (startup offices are like that, the office runs for long hours, chatting, socializing and working all go together). Sometimes he would go to the events that were held based on our science club. At that time, behind the Teachers Training College, the office of the Director of the Distance Learning Institute, Dr. Khan Md. Sirajul Islam, was located. Before that, he was the Director of the Science Museum and used to encourage scientists like us a lot. All the new media equipment (cameras, VTRs) and content (documentaries) would come to his office.
At that time, DTS or direct satellite TV had not been launched, so the censored BTV was the only education and recreation. So, at that Distance Learning Institute, Dr. Islam called us once and said that some new documentaries had come about the indigenous people of Africa. We all went to see them.
It was very good to see the lifestyle and culture of the people of the primitive society of Africa. The next day, when I came to the office, I met the boy next to the office. He asked me, "Did you see anything yesterday?" I said, "What?" Then he said, "Those things of the black women?" I said, "I saw them, but what is there to be excited about?" All of them are candid pictures of women of different ages, they are not wearing clothes, but there is nothing to be so enthusiastic about. We think he was quite subdued by my words.
This boy's mind, he is actually obsessed with women's nudity, women's breasts. He has not seen anything else in the entire documentary, he did not understand. Those who are obsessed with anything are only obsessed with their own thoughts, their past emotions and their emotional-driven helpless thoughts or nostalgia. It can also be the case with the female body or its organs. A very famous novel in the Western world is Vladimir Novekov's Lolita. It is so popular that it is impossible to count how many directors like our Devdas have made films and plays based on it and how many languages it has been translated into around the world.
In this story, the protagonist, middle-aged Humbert (age 37), falls in love with his 12-year-old stepdaughter Dolores (whose secret name is Lolita) and continues to have sex with her. The novel Lolita is by no means pornography on the pages of the book, there are no detailed descriptions of sexual acts, but it seems to be very much in the minds of its readers. According to psychologists and literary scholars, the love and sex of a mature man with a 12-year-old girl cannot be anything. It is only in the mind of the author. When he was a teenager and he was enthusiastic about a teenage classmate of his, when he was taken away from that classmate due to his attraction to the classmate, he was traumatized.
In his mind, his lover remains the same teenager who emerged as a novel on the pages of the book. If the incident had stopped at this point, there would have been no problem. Most readers also have such a past, so the same emotions consume them. The obsession of the author's mind excites the reader in the same way, where the entire interaction is cerebral - which is only 'real' in the author's and reader's thoughts. It has no connection with the reality of an actual 12-year-old girl. It is a collective psychosexual obsession. But the problem is when women create and manage their lives depending on the collective psychosexual obsession of the men of the dominant culture.
The current media and culture, which is based on Hollywood, makes business by exploiting this collective obsession of millions of people. The problem is so complex that women also participate in it eagerly and want to be valued by this male obsession with their physical beauty. As a result, everyone she accepts as a friend or lover is immersed in this male collective obsession with the female body. When that woman once suffers from a thirst for spiritual connection and the development of her own mind, her own body becomes the biggest obstacle to her human connection. Because if she wants to have that spiritual connection, then she will have to abandon what she has thought of her body so far. Very few women have that courage. Most choose the body these days, artificially trying to stop aging, to remain a teenager forever. A good example of this is the Lebanese-American ex-porn star Mia Khalifa. When she migrated from Beirut to Maryland, America at the age of seven, she was an intelligent and smart student who graduated in history. In school and college, she was a bit overweight and had darker skin than white people. After 9/11, she had to hear a lot of bad words or bullying at school. To make herself attractive, she started dieting and lost a lot of weight. But as a result, although her body became lighter, her breasts became much smaller, which made her ashamed of herself and lost her social confidence. She gradually became depressed and lost interest in life. Twenty-year-old Mia Khalifa decided to get breast implants. This gradually took her into a world that she did not like at all. She understood it in a short time and tried to return to normal. Within a year and a half, she left that world, but with this, everyone in the world knew her name as a porn icon.
When a woman's breast, a woman's body is made an object of obsessive interest by men, it is not only porn, but also helps in all businesses. Hundreds of billions of dollars of business are involved in this. As a result, a large number of women who physically match the market demand also benefit from money and power. The sad thing is that it does not last long and most women are deprived of it. Along with that, a possessive and dominant male view of women is created because they are valued as objects. This creates social inferiority and lack of security for women.
If we do not assume that a woman's breasts are a maternal asset and if women did not cover them like in most primitive cultures, their obsessive 'market value' would not have increased so much. Market value always depends on demand and supply.
In our country, aluminum pots and pans are called silver pots and pans. Why is this? This is because once upon a time, silver or silver items were cheaper than aluminum. Aluminum was close to gold in price. At that time, people used to make aluminum jewelry, aluminum coins were made, and expensive statues were made. Because although aluminum is abundant in the world, before the electric age, aluminum could not be easily separated from its mineral. Women's breasts are like that in the modern era, they are there but covered, so their market value is high now. Under whose weight women's intelligence, education, emotions, humanity have been crushed today, they have become worthless.
Today's Bangladesh has come to a triangular situation with women's clothing that never happened even in the Middle Ages. One is the open objectification of the female body by Hollywood-Internet. Another is the dress code and false conservatism under the pressure of the Saudi-Malaysian expatriate Islamic economy. And the third is the simple Bengali culture where sarees were worn without a blouse.
The three forms of water are solid, liquid and gaseous. Water cannot exist in these three forms together. If there is such a triangular situation in any society, no matter what its value is, they cannot live in peace. Either there has to be a cultural division or one has to be chosen as a common value - otherwise, suppression, oppression, humiliation, rape will continue - no matter how many women sit in the upper chairs.
The recent regime change in Bangladesh is not just a change of government, its true form has now been revealed after the mask is removed, that is, the creation of a new Pakistan. In this regime change, after students, women and mothers were the pioneers. What will be the position of women in the new Bangladesh, what do women think?
©Sirajul Hossain
