Nisshobdo Rati

Yahooo!! 6th grader and 8th graders!! finally !! Do they get to see a computer? Or this initiative gets bumped at the level of regional corruption where no one knows where the grant finally got lost in the dark hole? I really have high hopes for this, “Computer literacy is becoming compulsory at the 9th grade” [Prothom-alo, 01-Nov-2009]

Who is making the curriculum, where is it getting screened? Where can we obtain a copy of the proposed curriculum? No doubt the initiative is great, but what is going to be the content of the curriculum? How to create microsoft word document, how to create excel sheet?
Can we do this, can the curriculum be like a wiki-site and we could all propose an addition to the curriculum and then a team would edit/moderate the post as necessary? It would save a hundred hours worth of work for someone (I am guessing some poor fellow in ministry who would have to dig down to start doing a documentation from scratch) but result in much better content than it is run by 2-3 sets of eyes. The result would be a much criticized and polished curriculum, an wonderful tool to hand to the kids.

I am really hoping to see a curriculum that allows the kids from the outer suburbs to be able to log in to internet and manage to outsource their skills. Can you think about it? High speed internet connected to a cheap laptop, a Bangladeshi kid is writing a piece of code that is being used by an Austrian Company!! I dare to dream!!
Our parents are turning their blood to water trying to afford good education and even after completing tertiary level of education we sit around with no jobs. I think its about time we should bring some changes and improve the quality of the education provided to the kids instead of just handing them the degrees. Its time for education that actually lets you earn and improve the quality of living rather than enrich the manure in the head that stinks.

Don’t really mean to sound ungrateful, but at present life hasn’t been treating me very nicely. In a conversation with my dad, we shared a joke.
The joke I made was an old one -

‘ a guy was walking through a rainy night and he stumbled upon a piece of rock and fell in the mud, and right after that there was a thunder and for a second there was light everywhere.. the guy stood up and said – ‘Gheez.. you made me fall to have a laugh, and then you just had torch down to see that I fell, right ?!”

To this I added, ‘Dad, not only He made me fall, now he is digging the hole and as soon as I manage to climb up, there are land slides that makes me fall again..’ I really feel that much lost right now.

To make me feel better Dad suggested this – ‘just pray, lets presume – heaven exist, if not at least we are staying fit with the prayers exercises.’ that sounds like a good way to look up at the bright side of life..

For life is quite absurd And death’s the final word.
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin. Give the audience a grin.
Enjoy it. It’s your last chance, anyhow.
So,…
Always look on the bright side of life.

Have you ever came across one of those annoying people who always has a similar stories to tell in response to your interesting, one-of-a-kind story? [Guilty!]

Yesterday we were watching friends (Season – 7), it was our vow to watch all the seasons of friends once we are together, so when we got down to Monica-Ross-Chandler telling embarrassing secrets to each other; Ross said Monica couldn’t tell time even when she turned 13.. (hehehehe..)

Thing is I couldn’t tell time even when I turned 10 and I still have trouble with quarter-to and half-pasts! I have more trouble with my native way of time telling ( ’showa’, ‘pone’).

Moreover, I had issues with left-right!!

I didn’t know my left from right up until I was in my 5th grade.. thats really late, if my parents knew about this they would get me treated by a child specialist for deferred development of direction senses.. ( or whatever wierd name they would call it by ).

Well thanks to a smoker, I gained my sense of left-rightyness. We would often go to Bagerhat, our country town for Eid celebration and while cruising through the swarm of ricksaws at folarpotti@bagerhat I managed to get a cigerate burn on my right hand. My cousin who was with my scolded the s**t out of that clumsy guy, and told me to hide my right (daan) hand  from my parents. So I took note to hide my blazed hand (daan hath) .. thats how I got hang of the sides.

End of Story..

NOTE : I still get confused sometimes and yell ‘go-right ! go-right !!’ while I keep pointing left when my hubby drives his car in and out of garage.. poor guy uses me as his navigator ( has no clue about my navigation skills .. lolz )