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When Did Margarita Become “Our Girl”? Everyone was waiting for her appearance, staring at the entrance like butterfly will come out of its cocoon and will start dancing. Though, she is familiar with this moment like hundred times, in different intensities may be—yet it was no ordinary fraction of seconds for her life! It was Olympic games Rio 2016 and Margarita Mamun was taking her last short deep breaths before starting.  Audience’s eye met a new super-woman, gliding in the ground with utmost flexibility, unlatching her flamboyance in the air with time. Audience may took a sip from their drink but their eyes didn’t leave Maragrita’s performance for a fraction of a moment. Then the moment came when Russian-Bangladeshi gymnast Margarita Mamun won gold in the women's individual all-around rhythmic gymnastics event at Rio de Janeiro's Olympic Arena on Saturday. The incident delineated here is certainly a matter of achievement for Russia, whereas Bangladeshi people are consi

Our I-hate-politics generation “Why do I have to know when Sheikh Mujibur Rahman gave his revolutionary speech?  For GOD’s sake, I am a CSE student, I will never need the knowledge of liberation war!”— a high CGPA holding student was expressing her dismay on highest level. As it seems, this history course is a mandatory for her and she couldn’t give more damn about it. Even though it was a winter morning, I felt sweltering under my shawl hearing her words, resisted my rampant mouth so hard from throwing some word-bullets to her. Apparently, for this generation, keeping hundreds of silly relationship dates on neuron-drawer is fine, but when it’s about country’s history it seems overloaded, hence, the cliché sentence goes on- history is so tough to remember!    Just for the sake of conversation, I asked my Ugandan friend about their history thinking he will not take much time. Surprisingly, he proved me wrong snatching away my 15 minutes for drawing the doodle of his own history

Let’s not idolize “show-off” as love Once again the great “valentine’s day” is bestowed upon us. A whole new bunch of great love stories are about to begin. Lovey-dovey posts will constellate in ourhomepage. Looking into someone else’s life should be fun keeping aside the privacy part because it provides a new story. Anyhow, it doesn’t feel good after scrolling up in facebook after two-three minutes. Why? It was supposed to be fun. Dolorously, it’s all the same stories, same show-offs and same approaches. Nothing new. There’s no wrong in posting pictures with your beloved ones in social media. Let’s not get all cranky against social media. Let’s make peace with change but the question is till which limit? Change is an unending process. If we don’t stop it somewhere, it will eat up our own existence.   There’s no denying that facebook is responsible for some great things. The world is closer and more connected and friends and family thousands of miles away are but a click away. I