As I was going to sleep last night, after cleaning up the desk in my room, I had an allergic attack of some kind. I was a little frustrated but thankfully it got better by the morning. I was wondering about this logging business. Sure, if I have a target that I have to log for this month, it would make sense. It is some sort of a goal that I am trying to achieve. In the longer run, however, it might be infeasible. I might run out of content to share, all that I will write about it is what I ate, what I wore, maybe what my boss said today. It’s not that I can log every personal detail here, though it won’t even matter if I did. Or would it?
As the day progressed, so did my sinus problem. Regardless of that, I did my work, cleaned up the house, did some chores and had some time to kill. It felt good to be in charge of the house again after a while. Just that, the reason for my excitement is a little different. It is more focussed towards the possibility of me being alone like this everyday, doing these same chores everyday, the only difference been, only I will be involved in everything, nobody else. I will be washing and drying my clothes and bedsheet, cooking my food, cleaning my house. This is something I can do efficiently, though it’s time to put it all to test.
I was doing my assignments when we started to look for fairy lights to put outside in our balconies. The search went in vain, despite their size, they were ironically no where to be seen. After the search, Dev asked me to order something from outside for dinner. Apparently she was looking for a treat, or rather this was the only way she’d eat dinner tonight.
After hours, we finally ordered from Dominos. I paid, as usual. By the time our order was on its way, we started watching the movie named “Pippa” with papaji. It was a movie about the 1971 war and how the first breed of Indian amphibious tanks played a vital role in winning the war and establishing Bangladesh as we know it today.
Looking at the movie, it reminded me of the atrocities that were orchestrated by people on other people throughout history. The 1971 war was only a response to the genocide orchestrated by the community in Pakistan. Several instances like in Kashmir in 1991, in Nanjing in 1937, in Nazi Germany during the WW2, and so many instances in history, where an invading force found it right to be orchestrating such atrocities to fulfil their ego or malice against something that they don’t understand / can’t respect.
Nevertheless, I hope that the youth of our country realises this. Our current generation, as well as the subsequent ones, take these lessons with them and make sure these event don’t repeat themselves. I am sure that if they really do take place again, it will be of an unimaginable scale and horror.