A life Less Ordinary! | The Daily Star
  • Aly Zaker

    Towards a new destination!

    The train started rolling at around nine in the morning. We were initially busy with making ourselves comfortable.

  • Agartala, and travel thru The ‘Pahar' line!

    Agartala's population had doubled by March 1971. Therefore, when we arrived in that town it did not seem like an Indian town. Almost everyone was speaking in our language, nay our dialect.

  • An extraordinary advent of winter!

    Today I have to digress from my usual column on recording the events of my life and venture on to something pleasanter and more contemporary.

  • The border and beyond!

    We were in our village for twelve days. I must confess that during those days every night had brought for us a nightmare of a possible attack by the army. Fortunately for us, the raiders were wary of intruding in to the Bangladeshi ...

  • Aly Zaker

    THE WAR (TWO)!

    Bhaiya, my elder brother, woke me up at about mid-day and asked me to crawl under the ceiling of the boat. Asked about the reason, he pointed towards the river bank. Pakistan army strolling on the bank could be seen clearly.

  • The War (One)!

    I managed to collect myself from the stupor that the immersion of the two 303 rifles handed over by the policemen had caused me and woke up to the present. The place was bereft of any human beings.

  • Twenty-fifth and after!

    Things were very tense through the month of March of Nineteen Seventy-one in the then East Pakistan. President Yahya Khan of Pakistan left Dhaka on the night of the third of March leaving a dialogue with Bangabandhu inconclusive.

  • To a different Dhaka!

    So, I was back home again! Though I missed Karachi, it was great to be back. Dhaka was the same. No major changes had occurred except that its citizens became politically heated.

  • Farewell to Karachi!

    Karachi was a popular city with the young ones for a variety of reasons. First and foremost was the glitter and the glitterati of this city and the second was the vibrancy.

  • Life Beyond Dhaka!

    I had decided that I would not burden my readers by going in detail with my boring and mundane journey through life.

  • Remembering “Guru Bhai”

    One might be astonished as to why I referred to the late Vinod Khanna as “Guru Bhai”. Our acquaintance was through Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, my Guruji.

  • The growing up years!

    Dhaka was already getting crowded and there were a very few places where one could seek seclusion. So my visits to the outskirts of the town became frequent. During this time, while in town, I picked up friendship with some original Dhaka dwellers. These people, even today, are known as Dhakaiyas and are full of wit and humour.