official logo of Victory day 2012 designed by: Afzal Hossain – আফজাল হোসেন
A shot of Dhaka‘s incredible sky on early in the morning!
Shot by: Proud Bangladeshi
Our $1.3 trillion school system is ripe for revolution. The next half-century of education innovation is being shaped right now. After decades of yammering about “reform,” with more and more money spent on declining results, technology is finally poised to disrupt how people learn.
45 years ago, on this date, Ernesto Che Guevara was murdered at the orders of the imperialists, but still “El Che Vive” in all over the world.
have a look on 1964 Che’s speech to the UN National Assembly still remains relevant today. details: http://goo.gl/Z2dmy
In Loving Memory of Ernesto Che Guevara (May 14 1928 – October 9 1967) A Leader, A Revolutionary, A Legend, A Hero, An Idol & A Human, the ultimate INSPIRATION!
Love & Respect
We have lot the Battle, not the war… so keep supporting
Bangladesh national cricket tam (TIGERS)
best wishes from: Proud Bangladeshi
May the joy, cheer, Mirth and merriment of this divine festival Surround you forever. May the happiness, That this season brings Brighten your life And, hope the year Brings you luck and Fulfills all your dearest dreams!
Wishing Eid Mubarak to all of you around the globe. May Allah bless us all… :))
“Asobi” was created by art student Yasutoki Kariya for his senior thesis exhibition. Meaning “play,” the installation is comprised of 11 computer-programmed incandescent light bulbs hung from strings. They playfully re-enact Newton’s Cradle, visualizing the transfer of kinetic energy in the form of light.
“People fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend…” – Jim Morrison
You will be alive in our heart & soul thourh your creations.
Love & respect
Image by: Daddycool
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.”
:: Lost in the Forest ::