The four Bangladeshi bloggers who have been killed this year: (clockwise
from top left) Niloy Chakrabarti, Ananta Bijoy Das, Washiqur Rahman and
Avijit Roy.
Photograph: Guardian. Friday 7 August, 2015.
Niloy Chakrabarti, Ananta Bijoy Das, Washiqur Rahman and Avijit Roy. U all died a painful death 4 holding a pen. RIP.
The 6th of August, 2015. Travelled over 2000 miles in about 2.5 hours or so. It is called, the city of lights. Neat.
Am a Competent
Toastmaster. 'U r an Universe of Universes & your soul a source of
songs.'―Rubén Darío. Man is a universe within himself.―Bob Marley. Jessy
RIP.
Dear Jon, Thank you Jon for a journey that I thought we had together. I have writing a blog since 2005. It was not until 2013 that I started to see that the TV during your show and that of Stephen Colbert, was talking to me. I was concerned because when I was first admitted to a mental hospital in 1999, the doctor asked me if the TV was talking to me. For saying yes, (the TV would ask me if I had an idea?) I was diagnosed as Borderline Schizophrenia. Next visit to the mental hospital, I was told I had Bipolar. I never really experienced the powerful force of the TV speaking to me until 2013 with Stephen Colbert. That is when the TV actually came alive for me. Thank you for keeping me very busy. I had just started a Intercultural Training Education programme. I know I am writing to Jon and cannot help mention others. Jon is the Head. Jon, your leadership skills show in every person you have worked with, including if you count me. My life became upbeat, I had quality shows to watch. I could not tell anyone that the TV was talking to me in different shows because I did not want change of medication or diagnosis. TV is/was talking to me. I was no longer depressed in bed. BIG AMEEN! I formed a routine where we woke up, have coffee, a toke and watch the shows. And wait for the next show and suffer absence of shows through the weekend and a Monday. I had school terms and holidays and the shows, and writing, purposeful. There is a real disconnect when you leave the show Jon. A real disconnect. That I am obsessed by the shows is true. The men are held in high regard and they make me laugh alright?. The shows including that of John Oliver and Larry Wilmore, keep me going. All through the day I am aware that a production is being made. I go through the day or week knowing that something new is being created. That gives me hope and it interrupts my mania when I am caught in a thought process that does not seem to have a solution. And that is my definition of mania.
Jon, most of the times when you addressed FOX News, I thought you were talking to me. I would flinch and quiver, without showing, which is a different mood from laughing, and still a mood. Then when you started addressing TRUMP, I switched my thoughts from clicking to FOX News and started clicking to TRUMP. Always comb your hair kinda thing...I don't always comb my hair, it is a nuisance.
The coolest thing is that the 4 of you guys managed to get a huge load of depression off me. Huge. Like a car battery that needed to be jump started, you worked on my heart and spirit, body and mind. My heart would beat fast with excitement, fear or even rage. I never knew what was going to happen. I just know I am not the same any more. I am better, thank the Creator. I have a strong beating heart. It has been tried, tested and true. My job was to keep writing as I could not share with anyone my being spoken to by the TV. This is unlike anything I have ever experienced. And there I am writing along in 2015 and my beloved husband tells me that you, Jon, quit. I told him right away that it must be something to do with the awards from Omaze, from helping out with the troops. I was crazy. I was totally affected. It was during reading break in February and I could not study. I could not eat, I could not sleep. I might have been going manic and the shows were off for a week and I survived by the grace of God.. I didn't know anything other than the fact that this TV speaking to me has gone too far. I had to pull myself together and finish the semester and think about what everything meant.
Everything meant that somehow in this life, I as... had been spoken to by the TV, reacted to what the TV was saying by writing back on a blog, twitter or google+ and this was having some effect. I started to see the power of the word, spoken or written. Because of things I believe you were talking to me through the TV, I was able to better myself. I have a purpose every morning, be it even to watch a show. A show that makes me laugh, makes me face my fears, makes me grow, makes me call my mum! Really, so much of my heart burdens have rolled away. I have healed so much interacting with you Jon and others. God sent you to me. If this is not what TV was meant to do, then I don't know what. Today, I heard that you let go a 50 million dollar contract. That is nothing to sneer about. God forgive me. For any part I played in making you decide to leave, I am sorry. That was never my intention. I was hoping you would always be on The Daily Show and I would always be typing something in response. Dunia kweli ina mambo. For making a way for me to be involved with Omaze, the veterans and autism, I say thank you. I love you so much and I must say it was a quite the ride. Pamoja.
I would like to join you in your other causes. I love to work with you. Oh, you never answered my question of how we can get in touch with you - maybe you don't want that. Oh well. Thank you for saving my life. Really. Godspeed. ...
PS: Please run for President of United States unless you have somewhere you are going to go live during the next presidential session... You will have to endure the leadership of another while the whole time you would have been President. You would have saved us all.
2:00 PM - finished de-cluttering and wiping the coffee table. I am always grateful when I have the energy to do something around the house.
2:39 PM - I have made sure only things supposed to be on the floor are on the flow. The living room mats have been flapped in the wind and left to soak up the sun.
3:00 PM - Working at my own pace and still working. Finished sweeping the living room. Yay! Jesus. I love you.
3:39 PM - I have mopped the livingroom floor. It starts with a thought that I can do this - and boom, I get it done. It may take me a longer time sometimes, and it does get done.
3:19 PM - I have stripped the bed, the bedsheets are in the wash. The plumbing has been fixed, thank God. Before, the laundry water was coming out through the kitchen sinks. That was gross. I am very happy to have a working washer and dryer. Thank you Lord.
I have also tided the kitchen by taking some recycle out.
The garbage has been emptied out.
3:42 PM - I have made the bed, always one of those things I love to do as a wife. The wash is in the dryer and I have swept the kitchen floor.
4:18 PM - I have finished mopping the kitchen floor, hands on knees.
In an hour's work.
Thanks Lord Jesus for the ability to get some stuff done.
WOW! I remember when my dad was fired by Bata Shoe Company, even put in remand for a month and we lost our mansion (staff house) and mum became depressed and we moved to the village where my second and not last rape happened...Jesus.
I am ready to be a faceless man, to be a nobody. Arya.
The notion that we're all equal in the eyes of the Seven doesn't sit well with some...Games of Thrones.
Aboriginal Song & Drum performed by the Siska Dancers
Today is British Columbia Day. British Columbia is a province in Canada. This is the province that was destined to be home for me. I arrived at the Vancouver International Airport and lived in University of British Columbia, in 1996. It was a very wonderful stay. From there I moved to Shawnigan Lake which was also very beautiful. In a couple of months, I moved to the down town area.
British Columbia has been a caring haven for me. A place to heal many wounds. After five years of living with AIDS in silence, I became open about my status. Becoming open caused the federal government to come after me. It was the Province of British Columbia that assisted me with a lawyer. It was the Province of British Columbia that provided vital medication for my AIDS. I really owe my life to the Province of British Columbia. The province saved my life. They fought with me throughout my immigration journey of 1998-2010.
What have I done for the province? Since 1998 when I was released from a deportation, I answered my call to teach HIV/AIDS to anyone who was willing to listen. I volunteered in schools, colleges, churches and more. My thinking was that I did not have much time left in the country or in the world. Why not use the time left making a difference. And that was really a waking moment for me. This is my 17th year doing volunteer work as an AIDS educator.
Have I made a difference? My first group of students who were about 16 years old then, are now about 33 years old and AIDS free, I hope. Yes, my years of volunteer education has paid off.
It is obvious that education alone cannot bring upon this huge and welcome change, and it does play its part. I am very proud of British Columbia for their work in reducing the number of HIV/AIDS cases, as well as caring so well for the patients of HIV/AIDS. I am very grateful that the BC Centre of Excellence is in British Columbia.
British Columbia, thank you for saving my life. You have invested a lot in me. May the Creator bless you and give you more. May I always stand up for you and always give back to you.
My pride and joy is calling you home, British Columbia. Thank you for everything. Pamoja.
