Do they love the country?

Years back, probably 10 -12 years back I was doing college studies in Dhaka, capital city of Bangladesh. Those were really crazy days, full of fun! My days would begin by reading daily newspapers. Among many things, I used to look forward to reading any news of hartal, strike. This would bring a lot of joy for many of us in the hostel. We would always love to see hartal being called on our quiz days.

Finally i found it...

Its Sunday...I got up quiet late. Had quick breakfast. Checked my mails, read my country’s newspaper. Tried to read something but could not concentrate. Feeling a bit uneasy. Did not feel like going out as evening I would be going out with a friend. I was wondering what should I do? Should I watch a film? Should I begin a novel? Should I sleep? A process of discernment started…Nothing appealed to me. Something new I wanted to do. Something, which I have not done for quite long…suddenly it, clicked me. Why not working in the garden, cutting grass. Immediately I left my room, took the lawnmower(this word i learnt from my friend Patrick) and began to work. It was wonderful. Two hours works rejuvenated me. My spirit was uplifted…then what should I do? Why not cooking something…cooked rice and chicken curry…had good lunch. Then I decided to pen something in my blog. I have not written anything for quite long. Then what is the topic…what should I write? Why not pen just what I did this morning…


Life is a real mystery. At one point I thought the day is dull, nothing exciting…but with little bit of creativity and effort, I translated my time. A great lesion learnt…sometimes we are bored with life. If we take little initiative we could easily come out our boredom. Finally at the end of the day it is my life …and it is up to me how do I utilize my time…why not try to do something creative?

Pilgrimage to Spain

Sojourning in my Founder’s land


Ever since I joined the Jesuit Order, I have been repeatedly hearing about Loyola, Manresa, Xavier and Montserrat. These few places got imprinted in my heart as ‘Holy Land’. Deep within my heart a desire kept on growing to visit these Holy places. Fr Donal Neary, a Jesuit (Parish Priest of Gardiner Street Parish) casually asked me if I was willingly to partake in a pilgrimage to Ignatian sites. I grabbed the opportunity without giving a second thought!