50th Anniversary de Alliance Françsise


50th Anniversary of alliace Francaise

Got a chance to be a guest of her 50th Birthday…50th anniversary of Alliance Française … still I can remember, I was so exited that glancing out the invitation card again and again as I’m a child who’s checking his new toy…

When I reached there, it was dawn time, again my most favorite time of a day. Entered and smiled, Rose garden, it was the place they had chosen, again I couldn’t find where am I, it was a palace that anyone of this country won’t believe that is in Bangladesh. I just don’t know how she creates such environment like you’ll get in fantasy in 2-3 second of difference. A big beautiful palace, red carpet, green lawn, Greek sculptures(seems more like that), live instrumentals, so many glowing glad faces, May Queen, Alliance Française… Hardly had I known 3-4 persons there and they were the administration personnel, but I didn’t feel lonely. I was walking and seeing how they were swinging in joy with the instrumental rhythms,

The rose garden

Rose garden Dhaka, Photography By:Samiul Alam

Saw our Director Mam Saliha Lefevre, wearing rose-red saari. Especially as a Bangladeshi, It really grants honor see a French lady in Bangladeshi costume. I was thinking about her principle of choice that how she familiarized with us… with the Bangladeshis…

There was our Information minister Abul Kalam Azad who was the chief guest of the programme, also attended by French ambassador Charley Causeret, the Foundation Alliance Francaise secretary general Jean-Claude Jacq and Alliance Francaise de Dhaka president Abdul Muyeed Chowdhury… I was feeling very tiny over there to see so many honorable guests and expensive cars. But the smile of an unknown French lady that meant to me, didn’t allow my heart to feel that tiny…

The French photographer

After instrumental there was a cultural dance performed that I really enjoyed. The drinks and French dinners were serving frequently… sad but true, I was really so busy in viewing environs that I couldn’t really focus on the foods. I was wondering to see, everyone was so happy…so glad to see each other. They were talking, smiling… laughing… I couldn’t find anything artificial in the way they were socialized there. How wonderful!!

After the sunset it was a mass surprise there, when the French troupe Les Quidams began their unconventional performance. I heard the name of that particular perform was first-ever Herbert’s dream… it started with a suspicious intense music when I saw four white attire covered tall humans are coming closer. They were designed at least 10 feet tall… when they were walking in the crowd; among the music it was looking like they are walking though a long sunny desert… I felt my eyes are also filled with sand… suddenly they started to search something… the audience were also very curious to find what they are finding…lolz… sometimes they were talking with each other without any sound which was so dramatic, sometimes they were blowing themselves… with the music it was so alive… It took more attention when they turned into a big blown shape… WOW…

The walking troupe

Believe me, that performance took 100% attention of 100% audience…

And after that we lost into sea… there was a big balloon wrapped in the lawn, they went there and… I really amazed that they made a jelly fish which was going up and suddenly falling down… amazing!!!

The jelly Fish

And after that they gave the big ball shape balloon to the people and left the lawn… I saw each and every person was looking to them till the last second of their visibility on the lawn… Yes…It was a dream… cause here, dreams and reality stands together…

I saw everyone was standing together by touching shoulders…hands… in the pigment of light, it was looking like a small pond of joy with so many multicolored fishes… all of them were smiling, laughing…as if they left all the pains and sorrows of life…standing somewhere in a corner of the party, someone’s smiling too…He was smiling cause he learned to smile…that really means to smile… and that someone was ‘Me’

I took I more glance and left the palace as it was over…

I didn’t take any bus or taxi as I was really feeling good to walk on down the road, burned a cigarette in between my fingers, and my tall shadow was walking with me, it was looking really wonderful in the sodium light… my lips started to whistle very calmly and my eyes looked to the horizon….

I wasn’t thinking it’s a new experience in my l life, but it was a message to me. If you ask me “If you get a chance to exchange your city with anywhere in this world, what will be that place?” I would answer “Paris” before finishing your question. I know, The answer was straight enough. But that day my answer got changed. Now I would answer “This world is like our mother’s heart, whichever part you go; at last it’ll be full of love”. Though the answer is a bit comprehensive then the pervious one but it’s complete. Everywhere in this world is beautiful, but its own way. Just we need the eyes to see, heart to feel and sense to smile…

Smile…

Sourire, The Best French word

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