I left him without…

Many of friends check Google map, bus number and weather forecast when they need to go somewhere. I usually leave without any preparation. I have many guides and they are ‘my countrymen’. There are lot of Bangladeshi living and working (!) in Rome. Often I get talk to them. Especially when I go out with my non-Bangladeshi/Indian friends, my countrymen come to me and talk. They often think I am having a great job here. They tell me their problems and at the end ask for a job. One thing I must say that they never ask for money. Just work!

Rashed is one of them. A few days ago on a fine evening I went out for a walk with a friend. Rashed was selling flowers at the Piazza Popolo. Rashed, aged 20, quite handsome and smiling face. “Dada life is tough here” he said “why did I come here? My father sold the property and gave me money to come here. Now I cannot survive myself here, how could I send money for my poor parents?”

This is not the first time I heard such stories. But the innocent face of Rashed touched me. I understand his pain! I had nothing to offer him except few words of consolation. I left him without…

Am I...?

She talked while I listened. We spent almost two hours. I tried my best to give her full attention. She poured out all her sufferings. She narrated how she was being misunderstood. Many raised questions about her relationship with others. She was not given any importance…As she was talking I could feel the mental agony she was going through.


But at the end she said something beautiful. She said, “I learnt from all these problems that I should not be the cause of other’s problems.”

She left…but she left a thought to think over, ‘am I the cause of other’s problems?’

The language of ‘love’

Last few days I was trying to pen something for my blog. I had thought of different topics and even began to pen. But unfortunately I could not put an end. I had to give up! Why? I asked myself! Perhaps the pressure of study, struggle of languages (as recently I added Latin!) or may be a bit homesick…

Part 1

Why do I want to become a priest?

This question has been haunting me for quite sometimes. Many times I had to face this question. I did try to give answer but somehow I was not satisfied with my answer. I was looking something deep, something profound and moreover something convincing. Almost a decade ago, when I joined the Jesuits I had different views of priesthood. I was fortunate to have met some good and holy priests in my childhood. They were well respected. I did have the similar experience in Indian too.

The happiness…

Often I do seek for happiness! I do enjoy every moment when I am happy. But how/where do I get happiness! I did think about it in the past. But never was I so serious to find an appropriate answer. I always thought happiness must be something to do with philosophy or psychology. But it was only yesterday dinner time I experienced a sense of great happiness and joy. Thought it might appear very stupid but for me it was a new discovery. Yesterday morning while having breakfast, I had a very interesting chat with an Italian Jesuit. He was narrating to me about his trip to India. Though many years I spent in India (sometimes do feel I am an Indian!), I did not notice many of the things which he noticed during his short stay. I was surprised to note how he described the happiness of Indian people. As an example he said that Indian people experience a great sense of happiness after having a decent meal. I was surprised to note it. I never gave a thought in this way.

Now what was my happiness? After a three months summer vacation I am just back to Rome. The first one month I was in Bangladesh and had ‘Bangladeshi/Indian food’ practically every day. But the last two months I was mostly travelling in Europe. I was looking forward to have some decent Indian food. Yesterday I was so happy when I saw rice and dal for the dinner. I ate almost the double amount than the other days. I really felt a sense of happiness as I was having my dinner. How true that Italian Jesuit was!!!Happiness is in and around us…only just we have to see and find it…

Remembering a lost friend!

I have almost forgotten that the friendship day is being celebrated today! When I opened my facebook this morning I happened to notice it. Thus I sent wishes to some of my friends. Though I am not so crazy about sending wishes, it was in a way replying their wishes.

Is it really ‘wrong’!

Is it really ‘wrong’!


I must admit that due to social media I have recently been connected with many of my friends whom I did not meet ages. As I plan to visit my country in a few days time, many of them asking me to meet them. They often remind me of our golden yesterdays. One of the things I find common in all of them that they keep on telling me that our childhood days were really good. As we grow we have many problems, many anxieties and many concerns. I do agree with them and think is it too difficult to have a mind like child!