After our spiritual journey to the Old City and West Bank, the realities of life caught up to us.
I knew him by his household name, ‘Babul,’ and his friends knew him as ‘Ulfat’, but the vast majority of his viewers knew him as ‘Magic Uncle.’ Even my children called him ‘Magic Chacha’ from childhood. At that age, they did not even know how he was related to them.
Life is a battlefield. Every living species fights a different battle; therefore, I can only talk about mine.
The best part of my childhood was during the late fifties, attending Dacca Cantonment Primary School at Ayub Line.
Today, on the first day of 2021, I open the 71st chapter of my memoir written – not sure when – probably before time. I want to read what lies ahead. There are only a few more chapters left before I happily reach the final episode.
In 1980 while I was pursuing PhD in the U.S.A. I stumbled into the world of philosophy. Beyond my engineering studies, I devoted myself to my new-found passion. Since that time, I have been maintaining a diary. The following episodes are based on selected journal entries.
During the Pakistan days my father was in the army, and we moved frequently, every few years. Soon after I finished Grade 10 in 1966, we made a big move: from Chittagong to Rawalpindi.
After our spiritual journey to the Old City and West Bank, the realities of life caught up to us.
I knew him by his household name, ‘Babul,’ and his friends knew him as ‘Ulfat’, but the vast majority of his viewers knew him as ‘Magic Uncle.’ Even my children called him ‘Magic Chacha’ from childhood. At that age, they did not even know how he was related to them.
Life is a battlefield. Every living species fights a different battle; therefore, I can only talk about mine.
The best part of my childhood was during the late fifties, attending Dacca Cantonment Primary School at Ayub Line.
Now that I am old and have time,
Today, on the first day of 2021, I open the 71st chapter of my memoir written – not sure when – probably before time. I want to read what lies ahead. There are only a few more chapters left before I happily reach the final episode.
In 1980 while I was pursuing PhD in the U.S.A. I stumbled into the world of philosophy. Beyond my engineering studies, I devoted myself to my new-found passion. Since that time, I have been maintaining a diary. The following episodes are based on selected journal entries.
During the Pakistan days my father was in the army, and we moved frequently, every few years. Soon after I finished Grade 10 in 1966, we made a big move: from Chittagong to Rawalpindi.
My father was in the Pakistani army, so we moved frequently, every few years. Soon after I finished Grade 10 in 1966, we made a big move: from Chittagong to Rawalpindi.
I was so excited when my first story – “My American Dream”–appeared in The Daily Star back in 2007 that I quickly emailed the web link to all my friends. And they promptly responded with “What is Tohon?” as if the name was more important than the story itself.
