Maanja involves in pasting the tread of kites with glass and sand to make it tough and sharp to aid in the battle of kites. Soon children would scream "Bho-kattaaa" as soon as the lost kite was beheaded from the thread by the sharp thread of the winning kite. And some would run after it for miles to retrieve from a distant roof or treetop.
Those were the days and Ulysses reveals the sad news:
Kites have been driven out from the center of congested, claustrophobic Dhaka.