Hello friends, Its been so long that I was disconnected from blogging and Friends like you. Shame on me!!!
I am really sorry, I should have continued the writings and share my experiences by time. But here I’m back. I am going to continue my blogging in a new domain with a new feeling, expression and taste, and I wish all of your supports and inspirations, you cannot assume how it works for good writing….
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Thank you!

Life inside a life

Life Inside a Life

And creatures will fall, they’ll moan & cry

All that moment lives in tiny another try

Perhaps it blinks when we talk with ourselves with doing nothing; look through a blur and shining fissure by standing as a sole, wonder with hope. Wish for the drop of rain that fills our shingly heart with highest level of glee or sweet disturbance or may be between that…

I was checking my blog for last one year almost and wrote nothing… watching my words are inhaling through so many eyes… as if I said words of our hearts…there was no me over here…it was us…what made me delighted is my absence did not make those words out of visitors or words of appreciation. It means we like to hope, we still want to make things better, we like to follow our dreams, we like to taste the sweetest part of life….

I was traveling for so long…with my borrowed broken camera in hand and notebook in pocket…trying to be as little I could be, in a sense of human, with pride of no man. I was searching for nothing to make me satisfied or bring me a mountain of success. I preferred to be people, walk along with the crowd, try not be choosy, not to complain, be with everyone to be with me…Life is different everywhere, that’s why all the different things bring me to the same idea.

Over the Hills & Far Away

I was on the road,

On the street of unknown villagers,

I stepped with naked feet on the mud, a sound of it…

Even I closed my eyes when wind and dust were playing,

I saw the children were singing on the lap of life,

I smelled the poor lunch of a farmer,

His eyes were smiling to his wife while he was eating,

Their love was greener than the field I ran yesterday,

I ran from the rain to save my backpack,

& I was smiling over & over again,

I grasped at the broken country road which still reaches the sky,

Far…Far away….

I saw my face on the water, it was moving

I discovered the thin line that lies between green and blue,

I heard how the night sounds, it’s not so silent

I sat on an unknown vehicle where 3 men shared 2 men’s seat

I heard its roar, the engine was visible

I noticed the strangers were laughing,

I learnt to make friends from strangers, it’s so easy

I was distorted with the beauty I can’t inhale

I cried for the tiny bird, it fell from the tree

We could not save her life

I told many jokes, they were erotic

I saw them to laugh a loud

I left myself, & became them

& they became me…

I was on the road…

It was life inside a life…

No Direction Home

The best part of living is when you are on the road…with “NO DIRECTION HOME
It gives you the beauty of vision, smell of being lost, shadow of your life, color of your smile, sad inability of holding things, happiness of leaving behind, truth of your light and song of your innocence…

Country, People, family, Friends, lovers, ever known streets, known shopkeepers, almost same faces everyday, walking in the colorful crowd, unknown smiling faces…. is life. All these things scheduled with time which can be another name of life.

The Folklore

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Studio de Śami

“Prefer Living, not surviving”

Thank you.

Dream sings…reality listens

La Rochelle, Allons En France 2010

This world is not strong enough to bind our dreams… as well see them come true. So many things change our lives whether good and bad but always it gives something for sure….

There’s a difference between movie and life… we know when the story starts and somehow it’s gonna reach to the end… this is uncertain in life… we discover it late that life has already started and never know when it reaches to the end….

I know my blogger friends were waiting for long to see the end of the story that I was carrying with me…

Yes!! I won the competition “Allons En France 2010” from Bangladesh!!! I was awarded a 10 days trip to France where I met 170 mates from 90 different countries… Standing with the whole world….

July 7th to July 17th, not a dream cause my eyes were hardly closed or It was like an illusion from where a person forgets to neither look back nor front.

Think, Being friend with unfamiliar streets but not sensing they are not yours, seeing so many unknown smiling faces looking at you & discovering yourself smiling as well, swallowing anonymous foods with a funny face and saying “It’s nice”, finding so strange when you see the golden evening sky after 9:00PM, being in hundred people wearing same t-shirt and screaming in one voice, sharing your deepest secret with the person you didn’t know before 5 minutes, Calling people by their names you hardly can pronounce, talking with your own by standing in front of Eiffel tower that you only saw in pictures or movies or finding so hard to say Good bye to the friends who were your family for last 10 days that gave you touch of thousand years….

But those flying clouds painted on the blue sky seemed very familiar to me; they gazed me like they followed from my native hanging window. I heard the wind blow also whispers over there, as they do always on my way back to home; I saw the sleeping child and the beloved glance of his mother at the metro, even I saw little girl to collect cute snails on the seashore of La Rochelle, I saw the wondering hope in their eyes, search for peace in their silence and moment of happiness…. All the same like us….

It’s quite obvious that I’m supposed to share my enlightening experience of those French days… but may be it’s not worth to recall the moments and paint them the same, but to take the grain and saw one more seed to grow…

Last for now but not for long…

Often I remember a memory of my childhood, sometimes after dinner I used to sit on chair of our veranda with some fruits. We lived in a staff quarter in that time. The veranda was open as there were no metal grills like today. I used to sit there, take the fruits and see the open sky above and think so many strange things. Sometimes, my mom used to sit there by taking me on her. Often I asked a question “Mom… Has anybody ever visited moon?”

She used to answer, “Yes, some American guys did”

Then I used to say “ Ok! Then I won’t go there. Has anybody ever visited stars?”

She used to reply “Nop, till now nobody could”

Then I used to smile and say “I’ll visit the starts when I’ll be grown up and I’ll bring one for you”

My mom used to laugh and say “Why my son has to go there, my baby itself a Star, shinier than those”

How stupid I was, I used to tell this to my school friends that I’m a shinier star than those stars they see at the night sky. This is something that I often remember and smile. But till now, somehow my childish mind believes those words and inspires like anything.

It was a wonderful journey till today, it’s not always important to take life as a race. Because if it’s a race, I have to run, and if I run than I can lose so many things that I could get by walking. Someone said “Always try to take the pleasure from small moments, after someday just look back, you’ll find them bigger”… Yes!! It’s true, if I try to win something I’ve to know how to defeat others. But if I try to achieve something I’ve to be passionate about that….

This blog was made for a particular achievement… but you know what?? Already I’ve achieved something that exceeds the power of everything.

Achieved the ability to express

Achieved the way to explore

Achieved the eyes to see the world

Achieved the mirror to show the world

Achieved the words to respect

Achieved the heart to achieve respect

Achieved the smile to appreciate

Achieved the humble to be appreciated

Achieved the truth to love humanity

Achieved the vote to be in humanity

Achieved the love of friends who made my existence

Achieved the way to thank those friends for making my existence

Yes!! I Achieved…

Achieved my Existence….

Achieved my meaning…

Achieved my Love…

Achieved me…

I’m just a little shiny star for my mother…

And a seed for the world that just broke the ground and wondering so meet the nature…

I’ll finish for now with last 4 lines

“Sky makes me feel sometimes,

I didn’t have to grow,

As the eagle leaves the nest,

It got so far to go!!”

Stars of this heaven… Thank you!!

“Appreciation is the highest form of prayer, for it acknowledges the presence of good wherever you shine the light of your thankful thoughts.” Said by Alan Cohen

It was a search throughout these times, like we all search… I count myself one of the luckiest person cause I found more than I’ve searched… friends… I’ve never seen, never met, even never know from where they are… but they’ve shown me the spark on my eyes that reflects on their eyes…

Today I’m wordless after so many days… cause these whole appreciations, loves, supports and believing made me responsible and heavy. I don’t exactly know what should be the best way to thank them… my heart melts every time I read their appreciating and encouraging words…

I’m putting all the best comments of my blog in this post… I know it’s not enough to thank them…but I believe it won’t be enough ever to thank them…

Friends please don’t think of the order… cause I didn’t follow any best-better order… its each and every word that is gold for me…. Thank you for your love…


2010/04/14 at 10:34pm

Post : Alliance Francaise (Information and Intoduction)

Your blog is a great ambassador for AF, France and creativity. Don’t think I have encountered content quite like this before. Very interesting and innovative. Must admit I had never heard of AF, but they sound like they are worth knowing about – are they a sort of French version of the Goethe institute?

Fourbar Records

Post: My name is “me”

2010/04/05 at 12:18am

Hello “sami”. I have to say, I wasn’t sure what to think when I saw your homepage. But I’m astounded by your attention to detail, and the personal quotes you added. They gave the piece substance, made it human. I felt as though I was reading the whole thing through you.

If more people had your passion and eloquence, I believe that learning would be the wonderful, exciting experience that it should be.

2010/04/05 at 12:35am

“My name is ‘me’” is one of the most insightful yet enigmatic poems I’ve read in quite a long time. It evokes a feeling of shadowy uncertainty, as though you alone exist in a world that normal people couldn’t possibly fathom, a sort of ‘living’ darkness that only your vision can pierce, though you’ve yet to discover how.

I’m glad you commented, or I never would’ve seen this. Your words have redefined ‘ethereal’ for me. You have truly brightened my day. My name is Travis, and I thank you Sami.

Vie est amour; l’amour de la mort. Pour elle est la seule grande aventure laisée pour nous.


2010/04/04 at 11:25pm

Post: My name is “me”

What a lovely intro! Like a perfume, itself. Soft and lingering.

2010/04/13 at 1:00pm

Post: Who told to be Française and who hasn’t??

Hmmm… Fragrance by luck is not separated as we are by boundaries, names & customs. Your text again proves as to how like minded are people who are humble and countries. Borders indeed cannot change humility. Sincerely appreciate expressions scripted all over.

Bless you with all the eternal power to move ahead each moment in Life with humble approach and inspire humility to become a religion by default.

Wish U Best in Life

v r human


2010/04/11 at 5:01am

Post: Who told to be Française and who hasn’t??

it’s a brilliant article and i encourage your frankness and your are so realistic and maybe this is the way for true love,no unfulfilled promises,this is loyalty as i think.


2010/03/21 at 3:30am

Post: About & Around

U expressed alliance from the bottom of ur heart and that is great. Great feelings (emotions included). U know people nowadays doesn’t really think or feel about something they do but you do. Thats creative. One day these patience and creativity will take u up to a extent where everyone will unable to be. Only u would be there. Best of very good luck.



2010/04/10 at 12:21am

Post: Couple more reverie of Chanel

Great blog Sami!!! Really well-written articles and I can SWEAR I can smell the fragrances you’re talking about


2010/04/08 at 3:42am

Post: My name is “Me”


What you are making here is a rare, beautiful thing. You could not do that if you were not that in yourself. Trust your heart, always, for it will not lead you astray. You have a true gift, a rare one. Nurture it, love it. Live it fully in all the joy and challenge it brings you. Make the world beautiful with the beauty inside you.

thank you, sami.

Robert again, In a reply of my comment:

smiling…oh yes you exist, sami. More than just ‘exist’. Far more. Be who you are, who you truly are, knowing that you will constantly be in a state of ‘becoming’. Live that becoming.

‘Be’ well, sami.


2010/04/07 at 3:22pm

Post: My name is “Me”

Not sure I can surpass these comments, Sami. The sentiment and spirit of your writing is very striking. There’s a mysticism about it, too, like an early Van Morrison record. It’s a real gift.


2010/04/07 at 1:57am

Post: Adrien Passelande, A French Teaching Artist

I am very impressed by your blog.

You are very lucky to have a teacher like him because in deed he’s a wonderfull and colourfull person. Try to learn the maximum you can with him and you can be sure he will do the maximumum for you because he is just honest, patient and sensitive.

I am just one of his french friends (Ben from Blain) just say him hello from me.

Could you provide me his email adress please



2010/04/06 at 11:22am

Post: About and Around

I wanted to first off say thanks for commenting on my writing; I really appreciate your positive feedback. More importantly, I was strongly compelled to tell you that I was deeply moved by what you had to say about life and your experiences with “Alliance Francaise.” I’m kind of intrigued about everything you’ve got going on with this blog-in a great way. Thanks again for inviting me to read it.

Seriously beautiful line by the way: “And at the end of the day our shadow becomes taller than our soul”


2010/04/06 at 5:01am

Post: Library…Alliance Française…

Used to study in Alliance Francaise de Manille! Love ‘em! I’m in Canada now but thanks for bringing me down memory lane

Love and light,


2010/04/06 at 4:26am

Post: La Galerie (Gallery)

Your photographs are amazing! Gorgeous colors, lighting, texture. I’m enjoying your blog.

Mr Fitrambler

2010/04/06 at 2:49am

Post: Library…Alliance Française…


don’t know how you linked into my Blog, but glad you did. I’m still a little thick-headed with cold, thus my last blog entry was cobbled together a little. However, thank you for your kind comments.

I decided to check out your blog and glad I did. I’ve subscribed on the strength of the one article I’ve read.

I’d like to read your blog a little more thoroughly when the cold dies completely. However, I feel I can tell that you have a real love of English; a good feel for it. I am looking forward to reading more,



2010/04/06 at 2:46am

Post: Library…Alliance Française…

You paint such beautiful pictures with your words. I could truly taste the essence of what you wrote.

Momina Tahir

2010/04/06 at 2:34am

Post: Library…Alliance Française…

I love your post. It’s very inspiring as a matter of fact. I am craving books now. The idea of knowledge and illusions and art really clicked in my head. Really interesting.

Paulette Furey

2010/04/06 at 2:33am

Post: Library…Alliance Française…

Thank you for visiting my blog and thank you for taking me on a journey throught such a magnificent place. I can see how easy it would be to get lost in imagination. I too love libraries and wish I had access to those that offer such beauty.

Hope to see you on twitter


2010/04/05 at 10:57am

Post: Library…Alliance Française…

Hi Sami

First of all thank you for writing in and appreciating my posts. I notice that, like me you too write almost everyday and I do appreciate the effort taken by you, particularly in choosing the appropriate pictures to complement what you write.

You got fantastic tastes and I surely hope you can travel and visit the wonderful places that you refer to in yor writing, particularly in France since you so passionate about it.

Best Wishes



2010/04/05 at 9:07am

Post: Library…Alliance Française…

Un jeune philosophe. Bien fait, sami Alam.

As someone in a very different chapter of life yet always seeking and sharing the journey with others, I’ve enjoyed wandering around on your blog. You are a seeker and obviously quite intelligent and mature. While perfume is not one of my interests, photography is. So is poetry. Your exploration of the world of fragrance is poetic. Your photos show imagination and spark.

Good luck with your musings and your courage with languages.


2010/04/05 at 4:58am

Post: Library…Alliance Française…

Thank you for the comment. This library looks like a truly amazing place to study, read or write. I personally love libraries and art. I’m a thinking person so I love to think especially in quiet places. Art with library what a great combination, I’d probably stay in that library for a long time. I’m assuming you’re from France, that’s pretty cool. France is one of the places I really want to travel to. I guess i’ll be browsing through your blog more often.

au revoir for now



2010/03/18 at 4:00am

Post: Jingle, words for you…

you deserve the award fairly,

please feel free to post the logo in your post,

right click the image, save as, insert image to your post…

you are talented and awesome blogger!

Best wishes!


2010/04/04 at 5:11am

Post: Opium by YSL, smell of another life…

Lovely blog, Sami! it seems you feel about France the way I feel about Colombia! A bientot! (Sorry, don’t know how to do accents en francais!)



2010/04/03 at 4:39pm

Post: Adrien Passelande, A French Teaching Artist

“Yes, it’s possible to explore the world by sitting in a four walled room… only if we believe those walls can’t bind our souls”…I love this line! You are a fabulous writer, extraordinary!


2010/04/03 at 8:53am

Post: About & Around

So very true and deep. Your words have gotten me to truly think of what around me makes “me” and what makes me find the joys of happiness. Truly beautiful.


2010/04/03 at 6:06am

Post: My name is “Me”

hey i checked out the my name is me page and it is delightful. I wish that I could use words in such a way. The way you write is truly an art and I will be back to read more, much more.


2010/04/02 at 9:49pm

Post: Dune,feeling of intrigue, sophistication and sensuality…

My mother used to own Dune and she kept for such a long time (about…7-8 years), that it got really concentrated and just running the mouth of the bottle, where the spray comes out, on the skin, leaves a prominent scent.

Nice blog…I can see you’re passionate about fragrances. Keep up the wonderful job.

Hey, I was wondering if you’re interested in writing for my college’s online magazine, called Scientific Mentality. Yesterday, it was the second issue’s release, and the magazine promises to be a really blooming one.

Tell me if you’re interested =D


2010/03/14 at 8:34am

Post: Adrien Passelande, A French Teaching Artist

Awesome blog!

I was thinking of learning the French language and now I think I will!

Very interesting blog.

Alliance Francaise (Information and Intoduction)

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The Alliance Française (AF) is often known as an organization although Alliance seems more like lady to me. Organizationally its mission is to promote French language and culture outside France. It is headquartered in Paris.

Yes, Again I’m getting back to the black and white era, Alliance was created in Paris on 21 July 1883 by a group of eminent men, I heard the scientist Louis Pasteur, the diplomat Ferdinand de Lesseps, the writers Jules Verne and Ernest Renan, and the publisher Armand Colin were included in that group.

Even, The French government also provides a subsidy covering approximately five percent of its budget (nearly €665,000 in 2003)

More than 440,000 students learn French at one of the centres run by the Alliance, 1071 locations in 133 different countries. In Alliance Française de Dhaka is one of them where I belong.

The organizations outside Paris are local, independently-run franchises. The Alliance Française brand is owned by the Paris centre. In many countries, the Alliance Française of Paris is represented by a Délégué général…

In 2005, along with the Società Dante Alighieri, the British Council, the Goethe-Institut, the Instituto Cervantes and the Instituto Camões, the Alliance française was awarded the Prince of Asturias Award for outstanding achievements in communications and the humanities.

Alliance had written its name in our land before we got an independent name, Bangladesh. Yes, In 1959, Alliance Started it’s journey our ground. Alliance Française de Dhaka is placed in Dhanmondi, the most active place of capital and even the heart of the cultural and artistic activities in Bangladesh.

Our courses in French as a foreign language are conform to the CEFR and are offered for each level.

In 2009 they opened to new branch, one in Baridhara the other in Uttara.

I heard, every year more than 3000 students learn French at Alliance Française de Dhaka, about 1000 students enroll for the artistic courses; and thousands of art lovers visit for the versatile cultural activities…wow…

Usually Alliance follows 3 exclusive type of French learning section-

-French courses for adults

-French Courses for Teenagers/Ado (13-15 Years)

-French Courses for Children/Enf (9-11 Years)

4 sessions in year as January, April, July, October in two different type of packages as Intensive and Extensive.

Most of all, you’d rather discover yourself in France every time you walk through Alliance Française. Intelligence of the teaching style, multimedia classes, glowing café, an artistic library, photographs, Portraits on the wall and the each of art flows there with the dust….

Perceptibly reminds you the softness of life, gentility of heart….

Students not only come here to learn French… there are so many creative courses offered…



Digital Cinematography,

Screenplay Techniques,

Screenplay Writing,

Working Directors,

Art of Interior Designing,

One Year Comprehensive Course – Interior Design,

Piano, Western Classical Guitar,

Violin & Cello,

Music Composition,

Latin Dance including Salsa, Tango, Rumba, Mamba, Cha-Cha-Cha, Waltz.

And you know something; all these courses are most rare courses in Bangladesh. Even the fees are least according to the things you’re goona acquire…

Always you’ll find here Parties, Workshops, Competitions, Exhibitions… Even the subjects are sometimes really so shocking to find in Bangladesh… In one of my earlier post, I’ve said Alliance opened me so many windows to see same view in different facets… Yes, it’s a social place you’ll never find it low… Every second there’s a new view… new exilic… new color… new taste…

I remember, after reading my few posts in this blog about alliance Française and checking the photographs I’ve taken here, 4 of my friends Shuvo, Ananad, Fahim and Shafkat knocked me with a doubt

“Is the place is in Bangladesh?”

I smiled and said “Let me take you there”

They went with me, as knew that they’ll feel unlucky after meeting Alliance Française that they didn’t meet her before…

Yes!! It was unbelievable to them and very proud feeling for me… That I belong here…

Here are some photographs I’ve taken there…

Who told to be Française and who hasn’t??

A seed falls in the ground & it starts to grow… oneday it breaks the earth and rise it’s head over the ground…than it meets the world…sunshine, wind, rain, clouds and so many things… they meets different trees through bees, butterflies, bugs… and after that?? They come up with beautiful flowers and than the fruit… for which we wait for years…

Is that possible that, trees give us this whole thing without having any connection with root from where they came…may be not… they are still connected till death… a branch can break but the root can still make branch alive from where it got broken…

Yes!! Our own land is our root where the culture born… it’s true for each and every integrand of this earth… the earth is the mother and each and every land located in the map is her generous and adorable child… she taught us to love our lands, nature, our sisters and our brothers…

If we know French or while knowing we fall in love with French that doesn’t mean we are becoming French… All we are becoming is a Lover who knows how to love others. It connects heart to heart, bones to bones.


Knowing other culture is just like the basic things like we learn from school. Again I’m walking backward, when there was no money, what was the procedure to live?? We exchanged our goods with each other. Now the world became populated and updated and we got so many maps now… but what the root tells us???

To Exchange!! Our beliefs, our living ways, our histories, our heritage, our joys, our sorrows…

That can make us “All are one and one is all”

You may think … I’m one of those crazy people who boldly dream about utopia… Yes I’m!! At least I can fabricate utopia at my home… but I believe all of us can… at our home… There’s a big gap between good and bad… but the line between love and hate is thin… very thin to cross… cause it’s a human soul we are carrying inside…

Oneday someone asked me between a mass discussion,

“How much you love your country?? Can you sacrifice you life??

I said “No”

“Can you sacrifice all of your wealth??”

I said “No”


“Can you be a leader and direct the country in a right way?”

I Said “No”

“So, what can you do for your country??

I said “I can be a responsible citizen”

I knew this line wasn’t enough for him…

After that I stood up for leaving, paid the bill of my tea and took the packet of chips that he thrown after having andput that into the trash…

I didn’t look to his eyes again because I know he got the answer and my intension wasn’t insulting him… I’m not saying that I’m responsible… I try… if I don’t try than I try to reach the level of trying…

“It’s a Bangladeshi Soul i’m carrying inside with a red sun inside the green who’s trying to love others who really honor our love and love us as well.”

This is something I learned from my sweet family; you don’t have to buy the whole apartment for your mom to make her happy, if you give her a flower by yourself… that won’t make a difference to her…

Jingle, words for you…


If we try to express something we need others to make us realize that they are truly realizing. Yes, they are here. With us!!

And may be, this is the pathway to becoming ‘we’ from ‘I’.

Today it’s my day to give someone thanks with my words, though I did it from my essence the day s/he gave me the gift. Or you may say an award. I often say this blogging is very much particular for me, cause the mission somehow relates to earning my dream with my own effort… this is the shadow of my soul… or the way I truly feel…

Jingle, a moral friend of mine whom I’ve never seen… Someone who keeps mystery to us about his/her gender… someone who writes breathing poems from somewhere of United States… someone who likes adventures, humors, and surprises…. And someone who likes to make realize his/her friends that how special they are… Woke up on that morning and I was having my coffee… signed in my wordpress to see the updates… suddenly I realized someone made my day and marked his/her name in somewhere in my soul… His/her comment was-

“In March 16, 2010 at 5:04 am,

Ji said,

An award for you in my blog, You are the best!”

He/She visited and commented my blog several times… & I knew he/she visits huge blogs and gives them awards with a truly fair judgement… but didn’t know that I’m gonna be in that list cause I’m less than a child to bloggers like them… I don’t know whether the mission of my blogging is going to be completed or not. But this honor from an unknown friend who doesn’t have any profit towards me… is obviously eternal to me…

Thank you Jingle…

A big thanks from my heart…

This post is for you…

Dedicated to you …

And written on you…

The people who are reading this post I would like you to visit jingle-

Let’s not find the way… let the way find us ;)

Someone said she saw me… swinging the world by the tail…Bouncing over a white cloud… I didn’t say anything to her; just put a smile by truing my lips a little bit left side that seemed very mysterious to her. lolz…

No!! Now I don’t like to make confusions in people’s most valuable minds… there’s a language of nature, and most strange thing is our mother earth has different languages to talk with the each and every entity of her children… it can be the trees, can be the mountains, or waters, or birds, or us… human beings… not THE human beings

So why don’t we express ourselves in such a way that we won’t need 500 walking miles or any magic globes to enter our hearts… lets just think we are creatures like everything,

May Be, You are thinking what the HELL is this guy talking about??? Or may be not!!

I’m not trying to say “believe me, this HELL is gonna take you to Heaven” But I’m willing to say “Just think for 5 minutes rather than walking 500 miles”