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Tuesday, July 08, 2025

Survivor bias

Survivor bias (also known as survivorship bias) is a logical error that occurs when we focus only on the people or things that “survived” a process, ignoring those that didn’t, which can lead to false conclusions.


🔍 Classic Example:


During World War II, the military sought to armor airplanes based on the locations of bullet holes found on returning planes. But statistician Abraham Wald pointed out:


The military was only analyzing planes that came back. The ones that didn’t return likely got hit in areas not shown in the data—like the engines.


So he advised reinforcing the areas without bullet holes, not the ones with them.





💡 Why It Matters:


Survivor bias can:

Skew data analysis

Lead to overestimating success rates

Make failures invisible



📌 Common Real-Life Examples:

1. Business Advice

You hear stories about college dropouts becoming billionaires (like Steve Jobs or Mark Zuckerberg), but forget the thousands who dropped out and didn’t succeed.

2. Fitness Influencers

You see amazing transformation stories, but not the many who trained hard and didn’t get the same results.

3. Investing

We praise the stocks that performed well, but ignore the ones that went bust and quietly vanished.


Lesson:


To make smart decisions, don’t just study the winners.

Ask: Who didn’t make it? Why?

That’s where the real insight often lies. 

Read more about the different kinds of bias here

Thursday, June 19, 2025

What is Juneteenth?

Today is Juneteenth holiday. For decades, Juneteenth was celebrated mainly within Black communities. In 2021, it became a federal holiday in the United States—an overdue acknowledgment of one of the most pivotal moments in American history.



The History Behind Juneteenth 

 • January 1, 1863 – President Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation, declaring all enslaved people in Confederate states legally free.

 • But in reality, freedom didn’t reach everyone immediately. Many slaveholders in remote areas, especially in Texas, ignored or resisted the order.

 • June 19, 1865 – Over two years later, Union General Gordon Granger arrived in Galveston, Texas, with federal troops. He announced General Order No. 3, which proclaimed that all enslaved people were now free.

“The people of Texas are informed that, in accordance with a proclamation from the Executive of the United States, all slaves are free.”



What is Freedom?

At its core, it means the power to choose—to act, speak, think, and live according to your own will, without undue restraint.

But freedom isn’t just one thing. It takes many forms:

1. Personal Freedom
The ability to make decisions about your own body, beliefs, and actions. It’s walking your own path, wearing what you want, choosing whom you love, and dreaming your own dreams.

2. Political Freedom
The right to have a voice in how you’re governed—voting, protesting, expressing opinions without fear, and having access to justice.

3. Economic Freedom
The opportunity to work, earn, own property, and improve your life through your efforts, without exploitation or oppression.

4. Psychological Freedom
Freedom from fear, guilt, shame, and internalized oppression. It’s the quiet, inner space where you are allowed to be exactly who you are.


If you love someone, let them be free. And watch them blossom into their most authentic self.

Monday, June 02, 2025

The Folly of Sameness

Growing up in a homogeneous group can breed a kind of cultural illiteracy — not just ignorance of other traditions, but a deep-seated discomfort with difference itself. The cost? Empathy narrows. Curiosity dims. And a fear of the “other” festers.

There is a subtle tyranny that can emerge within homogeneous groups, especially during formative years, where anyone different is looked down upon or ridiculed. Here’s a reflection:


The Folly of Sameness
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In halls where every voice sounds just the same,
Where mirrors line the walls with matching frames,
A child is taught to fear the foreign name,
To mock the soul that dances in new flames.

The laughter sharpens like a teacher’s rule,
The different child becomes the class’s tool—
A joke, a jest, a silence carved in stone,
Their colors drained until they match the tone.

What harm is done when no one sees the sky
From any lens but theirs? They don’t ask why
Another walks with songs they’ve never heard,
Or shapes their dreams with an unspoken word.

Sameness is easy, sameness is safe.
It feeds the need to not feel out of place.
But sameness blinds, and sameness breeds a wall,
Until the mind grows narrow, false, and small.

And those who dare to speak or dress or pray
In ways that drift from the accepted way—
They bear the weight of sneers that wound the soul,
While they still rise, and make the fractured whole.




Thursday, May 29, 2025

Inside the Chrysalis



Inside the hush of a green shell,
A quiet catastrophe begins.

The caterpillar, soft-bodied wanderer,

unthreads itself

from the inside out.


No gentle sleep—

But a dissolution,

a flood of enzymes

breaking every known shape

into memory-soup.


This is not survival.

This is a sacrifice.

This is trust in annihilation.


Within that rich, primordial broth,

lie imaginal discs—

seeds of wings,

blueprints of eyes that have never seen sky,

antennae attuned to the wind’s whisper.


They do not guess.

They remember

W
hat they were meant to become.


And somehow—

even as the old self liquefies—

a thread remains.

A flicker of memory,

a trace of yesterday’s hunger,

a taste of a certain leaf

lingering like a ghost

through all that unmaking.


When the chrysalis shivers open

and the new body unfurls—

painted, fragile, free—

it is not just a new form.

It is a resurrection.


A creature

who has lived

two lives

within one skin.

Who has died

without leaving.


And flown

from the ruins of itself.




Sunday, May 25, 2025

The Secret the Bees Keep

 


When the queen falls—
That single pulse of order,
The mother of rhythm—
The hive holds its breath.

No eggs.

No future.

Silence creeps between the honeycomb corridors.

Stillness,

Where flight once sang.


But the bees do not mourn.

They do not wait for rescue

Like prayers sent upward

Into the indifferent wind.


Instead, they begin.


Not with miracles.

Not with might.

But with the slightest gesture:

A feeding.


One larva,

Then another—

No different than the rest,

No gold-threaded birthright,

No lightning in the womb—

Is chosen.

Not for what she is,

But for what she might become.


They feed her royal jelly—

A nectar thick with purpose,

A mother’s whisper made into substance.

It coats her future

In protein and light,

Rearranging time,

Rethreading the body

Into something larger

Than labor

Or lineage.


She is not born a queen.

She is made.


By attention.

By care.

By collective will.


She rises not by chance

But by design—

Not of blood,

But of belief.


And when she spreads her wings,

Carrying the future in her belly,

The hive hums again.

The order returns,

Not as it was,

But remade

Through crisis and instinct

And quiet revolution.


The bees remember what we forget—

That greatness

Is not in the bone,

But in the tending.

Wednesday, May 21, 2025

The Eligible Bachelor

There once was a man past his prime,

Who thought therapy’s just a scam, a crime.

With podcasts galore,

He preached, “I want more,”

But ghosted each girlfriend before dinnertime.


He claimed that he felt very deep,

Yet his chats were as woke as sleep. 💤

A “guru” in his jeans,

To girls in their teens,

His wisdom? Just red flags on repeat.


He’d sip from his weird-looking brew,

Say, “Commitment? I’ve paid all my dues.”

Though his age neared forty,

He dated only the sporty—

Fresh grads with no bills and no clues.


“I’m old-school,” he’d proudly declare,

While brushing his graying chest hair.

Yet somehow forgot,

While dodging the growth he sought—

That’s why grown women just wouldn’t care.

Tuesday, May 13, 2025

After Making Love to a Woman

Stay.

Not just in body,
But in breath, in touch,
In the quiet whisper of your heartbeat
Pressed against her back.

Don’t vanish into the cool air,
Don’t turn to shadows,
Don’t let the sheets become borders.

Stay.

Trace the curve of her shoulder,
A wandering whisper of fingertips.
Tangle your legs like lazy rivers,


Speak—softly, slowly—
Not with grand confessions,
But with the gentle drizzle of sweetness.
Tell her how her laughter
Feels like spring rain,
How her touch is a memory
You are still savoring.

Look at her—really look.
Let her see that even now,
Even in the quiet,
She is still the pulse beneath your skin.

If she pulls you closer,
Let your bodies fit like a puzzle solved.
If she smiles, smile with her—
A shared joke, a stolen breath.
If she drifts to sleep,
Breathe with her,
Be her safe harbor.

Moments like these are echoes
That linger,
Not just because of the passion,
But because of the peace.

This is where intimacy grows roots,
Not just in the fire,
But in the ash,
In the warmth that stays.



Saturday, May 10, 2025

অবৈধ প্রেম (নতুন কবিতা )



তার সঙ্গে সংসার করেছি দেড় বছর -

দু -তিন ঘণ্টার সংসার।

শুক্লপক্ষের চতুর্থীর চাঁদের মতো, 

অর্ধেক আলো,

অর্ধেক অন্ধকার,

তবে অন্ধকারই বেশি ।


রোজ সকালে 

মেসেজ আসত তার,

একটা সূর্য ☀️

একটা চাঁদ 🌙

যেন অসম্ভব প্রেম ।


দরজা খুলে রাখতাম,

তার নির্বিঘ্নে আনা গোনার জন্য

পাশের বাড়ির প্রতিবেশীও

তাকে চিনতে লেগেছিল ।


দেখা হলেই বলতো

"I missed your smile”

তখন তাকে দেখে আরো হাসতাম ।

প্রাণ ঢেলে দিতাম তাকে।


আমার চুলে হাত বুলিয়ে বলত,

“চা বানিয়ে দিই?”

আমি মাথা নাড়লে রান্নাঘরে মিলিয়ে যেত।

চা-পাতা, লবঙ্গের গন্ধে ঘর ভরে উঠত।

আমি নির্বস্ত্র হয়ে তাকে দেখতাম

মনের মধ্যে ছবি তুলে রাখতাম ।


কখনো তুর্কিশ কফি

দারচিনি দেওয়া,

কখনো নিজের হাতে 

বাজার করে 

রান্না করে দিতো 

আমার প্রিয় 

আচারি চিকেন উইংস ।


তারপর তার মজবুত বাহুডোর,

পুতুলের মতো তুলে নিত আমায়

রান্না ঘর থেকে আবার

শোবার ঘরে 

নিয়ে আসতো কোলে করে ।


আমাদের নিঃশব্দ কথোপকথন,

আলোর মাঝে ছায়া, 

ছায়ার মাঝে আলো।

একা জীবনে ওইটুকুই অনেক ।


এই জন্যে অন্য কারোর গন্ধ 

ওর শরীরে পেয়েও

নিজেকে বলতাম

ভুল ভাবছি ।


কিন্তু একদিন…

দেখলাম তার বুকে আঁচড়ের দাগ 

আর 

আমার বুকের ভেতর শীতল শূন্যতা।


বুঝলাম অন্য কেউও আছে 

জেনেছিলাম, সে কারো স্বামী,

আমার সংসার শুধু দু -তিন ঘন্টার ।

প্রেমটা অসম্ভব নয়, 

অবৈধ ।


আমি সরে এসেছিলাম।

ফোন বন্ধ, দরজা বন্ধ,

রান্নাঘরে এখন অধিকার শুধু আমার ।


তবু, যখন বৃষ্টি নামে,

কখনো কখনো মনে হয়,

সে এসে বলবে, “কফি, না চা?”

আমি আবার বলব, “কফিই করো।”


কিন্তু জানি, সে আসবে না।

তবু তার ছায়া আমার চায়ের কাপে,

তার হাতের স্বাদ এখনও আমার ঠোঁটে।


Tuesday, April 29, 2025

10 Canva hacks to save you time (for beginners)

Canva is popular because it makes design easy and accessible. Even though I still use Adobe CC for work, Canva has made my life easier as a designer. Especially, when I am creating assets for the organizations I volunteer for.

Here are some useful Canva hacks that can save you time, especially if you are a beginner:

1. Quick Keyboard Shortcuts

T – Add a text box instantly.

R – Add rectangle.

L – Add line.

C – Add circle.

Shift + click – Select multiple elements.

Cmd/Ctrl + D – Duplicate an element.


2. Use the Brand Kit (Pro)

Upload your brand colors, fonts, and logos once, then apply them instantly across all designs for consistent branding.


 3. Magic Resize (Pro)

Design once and resize for different platforms (e.g., Instagram post to Facebook cover) with just one click.


4. Background Remover (Pro)

Remove image backgrounds with one click—super helpful for clean product shots or profile pics.


 5. Use Grids & Frames

Drag images or videos into **frames** or **grids** to keep everything aligned and visually appealing. Great for layouts and collages.


 6. Layer Elements Easily

Use Position tool to bring elements forward or backward, or right-click > Send to back/front.


7. Search with Keywords + Filters

Use keywords like “minimal,” “aesthetic,” or “hand-drawn” in the Elements tab to refine search results. Add “free” filter if you’re on a free plan.


8. Add Animation (Free & Pro)

Using the animate button, animate elements or entire pages for social media posts, presentations, or reels.


9. Lock Elements

Lock background or logo layers to prevent accidentally moving them while editing.


10. Create Custom Templates

Save designs you use often (like quote posts or flyers) as templates to reuse and keep things consistent.


Wednesday, April 23, 2025

A Cowardly Act Against Humanity: Condemning the Pahalgam Attack

Once again, the serene valleys of Kashmir, known for their breathtaking beauty and timeless tranquillity, have been stained by the blood of innocents. The recent terrorist attack in Baisaran, six kilometers from Pahalgam, has claimed the lives of 26 people. It is not just an assault on a place or a community — it is an assault on humanity itself.

There are no words strong enough to denounce such a heinous act. Targeting unarmed civilians, shattering families, and spreading fear under the guise of ideology is nothing but cowardice of the highest order. No cause, no grievance, no political ambition can ever justify the deliberate massacre of innocents.

The Resistance Front (TRF), a proxy of the banned Pakistan-based terror group Lashkar-e-Taiba (LeT), has claimed responsibility for this atrocity. These acts are not of warriors or revolutionaries, but of those who have lost all sense of humanity and morality.

But let it be known — terror may wound us, but it will never break the spirit of a united people. We mourn the lives lost — whose only fault was to live freely or travel peacefully. Our hearts go out to the grieving families.

It is imperative now, more than ever, for the global community to recognize and act decisively against the breeding grounds of such terrorism. Condemnation must be followed by concrete action — dismantling networks of terror, cutting off their resources, and holding accountable those who harbor and support such groups.

Let us also remember that the answer to terror is not fear or hatred, but unity and unwavering resolve. We must continue to foster peace, protect the innocent, and uphold the values of humanity, even when faced with such darkness.

Today, we bow our heads in sorrow — but tomorrow, we rise in defiance against terror. The blood spilled in Pahalgam will not be forgotten, and justice must — and will — prevail.

#StandWithPahalgam

#CondemnTerrorism

#PeaceOverViolence

Tuesday, April 22, 2025

Badal Sircar and the Revolution of Third Theatre

In the annals of Indian theater, few names evoke as much reverence, innovation, and disruption as Badal Sircar. A playwright, director, and performer, Sircar (1925–2011) wasn’t just an artist—he was a movement. His most groundbreaking contribution to Indian theater came in the form of what he termed the Third Theater—a radical shift away from the proscenium stage, expensive productions, and bourgeois sensibilities. In a country teeming with socio-political contradictions, Sircar's vision was both urgent and revolutionary.

The Making of a Theater Maverick
Born in Calcutta in 1925, Sircar was trained as a civil engineer and later studied town planning in London. But it was in the alleyways of Indian cities and the pulse of working-class struggles that he found his true calling. His early plays, like Ebong Indrajit (1963), were still rooted in Western theatrical structures, but already hinted at a deeper restlessness—a yearning to speak more directly to the Indian experience, and more importantly, to the Indian people.

What Is Third Theater?
Sircar’s Third Theater was a deliberate break from both First Theater (rural, folk, traditional theatre) and Second Theater (Western-influenced, proscenium stage of the city theatre ). The Third Theater was minimalist, mobile, and people-centric. It was meant to decolonize the stage and bring performance to the people—on street corners, in villages, on the steps of a public building.

Gone were the elaborate sets, artificial lighting, and ticketed shows. In their place came bare stages, raw performances, and collective participation. His troupe, Satabdi, performed in open spaces with simple props and a commitment to honesty and social relevance.

Theater of Resistance
Badal Sircar’s plays tackled subjects few dared to touch. He questioned blind patriotism in Bhoma, dissected the emptiness of urban existence in Michhil (The Procession), and unflinchingly portrayed violence, displacement, and class struggle. For Sircar, theater was not just entertainment—it was a tool of resistance, a mirror to society, and a space for dialogue.

He often said, “Theater should belong to people. If people do not come to the theater, the theater must go to the people.”

Language, Movement, and Innovation
A hallmark of Sircar’s Third Theater was its physical expressiveness. Inspired in part by traditional Indian forms and contemporary global movements (like Grotowski’s Poor Theater), his actors used body, space, and rhythm in innovative ways. Language was important, yes—but gesture, breath, and ensemble carried as much weight.

This democratization of performance also extended to audience interaction. In many of his street performances, the line between actor and spectator blurred, and engagement became visceral and immediate.

Legacy and Contemporary Resonance
Badal Sircar may have left us in 2011, but his spirit lives on in every socially engaged performance staged under open skies or in community halls. His influence can be seen in the work of countless theater groups across India—from Jana Natya Manch in Delhi to street theater collectives in Kerala, Bengal, and beyond.

At a time when commercialism often threatens to dilute meaningful art, Sircar’s vision reminds us that theater can—and should—be radical, accessible, and real.

Final Curtain, Eternal Impact
Badal Sircar did not just write plays. He rewrote the relationship between theater and society. In giving birth to Third Theater, he gave India a people’s stage, where every performance was a protest, every actor a comrade, and every audience member a witness to truth.

More than a director, he was a people’s dramaturg, choreographing empathy, dissent, and hope.

“Theater is not in the building. It is in the body, in the breath."

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 At Bay Area Bengali Natyamela 2025, I will perform with Team Yatraa to pay homage to some of Badal Sircar's most famous works. Please join us on June 14, 2025, in Union City, CA.

Tickets available at: https://www.tugoz.com/events/sanskriti/natyamela-2025 

Please use the referrer code Bodhi-Yatraa to support our team.

Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Different kind of friends we need in our lives

1. The Cheerleader

Always in your corner, this friend hypes you up when you doubt yourself. They celebrate your wins like they’re their own and remind you of your worth when you forget.


2. The Honest Critic

They won’t sugarcoat things — and that’s a good thing. They tell you the truth, even when it’s hard to hear, because they care about your growth.


3. The Listener

Sometimes you don’t want advice — just someone to hear you out. This friend gives you space to vent, reflect, and feel heard without judgment.


4. The Adventurer

Spontaneous and full of life, they push you out of your comfort zone — whether it’s travel, trying something new, or just breaking routine.


5. The Wise One

The calm, thoughtful friend who gives the best life advice. They help you see the bigger picture and are often your go-to for perspective.


6. The Rock

Steady and reliable. You may not talk every day, but they’re always there when you really need someone — no questions asked.


7. The Memory Keeper

They remember everything — birthdays, inside jokes, the name of your first pet. They remind you of who you were, how far you’ve come, and they help you stay grounded.


8. The Work Buddy / Goal Partner

This friend is all about leveling up with you — sharing goals, accountability, and the drive to grow, whether it’s career, fitness, or personal dreams.


9. The Fun One

They bring the laughter, the lightness, and the good times. Life feels easier and more joyful with them around.


10. The Friend Who Feels Like Family

You can be your raw, unfiltered self with them. They’re the ones you can go months without seeing, and still pick up right where you left off.