1st Boishakh,1414, W E L C O M E

Shuvo Noboborsho!!!

To you all who are Ek Diner Bangali (Bengali only for one day).
Who like like to wear pants, shirts etc. instead of sharee, blouws, saloar, kamiz etc.
Who like to wear pants running off from the hip instead of fatua, panjabi, lungi.
Who like to use sweet English or Hindi words Banglar fakee fakee (within Bengali speach) and think themselves something great.



Shuvo Noboborsho

To you all who eagerly waits for this day as an opportunity to perform, to do something (singer, dancer, reciter, other performer, TV channels) which is too much occasional (ek diner), and eventually forget all sort of bangaliana (Bengalism) within only one night deep sleep.


Shuvo Noboborsho!!!

To you all who are like me, say all (fruitless koch-kochani) but do nothing worthy.To you all who can’t even say the Bengal Date after few days of this great Pohela Boishakh (1st Boishakh).


Shuvo Noboborsho!!!

To you all who are Bangali by his /her soul.

Anonymous

Those who bring independence for Bangladesh,
For the sake of thier blood,
We won’t forget you….
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Ek Sagor Rokter Binimoe,
Banglar Sadhinota Anle Jara,
Amra Tomader Vulbo Na…..

Manush Tui Goru Hoili Na Kane

Dear Shamim, Thanks for not being angry with me.

I agree with you. Most of the men of Bangladesh are not man by definition. And those group of so called man should be turn into cow. Then at least they will not cause any harm to own species. Because all of we know well that cow is an animal who never loot another cow.

So it’is better to be a cow than those men.

Let’s try to do it…..
Let's try to be Goru.....

Mom was so Nostalgic…

It was a tired-some day. I failed to pay complete attention in my training period at ICDDR,B. It was something like sedative action, and I feel sleepy all the time though I slept well last night and even I didn’t take any drug (you may think of!). I has been kept thinking myself to find out possible reason(s). And I was failed. Whatever the reason is, I sleep at the evening to make me easy.

You may have been thinking what about nostalgia….

This is the problem…I failed to write right thing at the right time… My evening sleep was broken by mom’s gossiping about the liberation war. She was telling stories from her memories. She was teenager then. She was telling how she and her other brothers and sisters, relatives were hiding from the Pakistani soldiers. How they burned the houses of Hindu community. How they mourned watching all possessions completely burned. Then some Hindu neighbors came to them (mom’s house) and fed themselves forgetting the religious barrier. They were so rich and turn poor losing all property. Because, in the meantime some robbed their all collection of crops, household vessels, gold, money everything. Oh.. no..I can’t write any more….All seems to me like present happenings. I was so tired and my brain was so sedative and leads me to make imaginary picturesque of her words. It was something like playing film in a virtual screen. It was no longer like mom’s word… I was then remaining back to 1971 though I was not even born that time.

Actually this is the month to be nostalgic.

I N D E P E N D E N C E D A Y

This 26th March is the 36th Independence Day.

We have a prestigious history of independence which many countries don’t have. We have many stories to tell to our children….

History of Titumir,
History of Nawab Shirajuddoula,
History of 1969--
History of struggle for mother language,
History of Liberation war,
History for democracy….and many left behind.

Pay tributes to the martyrs, who sacrificed their lives for independence.
Feel proud, make grateful, be respectful……
….will leads you to be a true Bangladeshi.

I pay my special gratitude to Bangobondhu Seikh Mujibur Rahman, who was the great guide for this nation.

How Could I Forget Those Days…..?

The Night of 25^th March is a night of mourning for each and every Bangladeshi Jonota. This goes to at least to those people who have minimum level of patriotism in their heart...minimum level of respect to the souls of martyrs. In 1971, this night came to us with a great non-forgettable nightmare. General people who had not even thought about this devilish attack by HUMAN. They didn’t even gave rid to innocent woman and child though their target was only the intellectual and younger men.

Today I have been paying my total detest and anger to those DEVILS.

I spit to those DEVILS.

I ______ to those DEVILS.

I…..

They are the Pakistani Soldiers in 1971.

How could I make them friend?

How could I…..

What answer do I give to those innocent souls if I do so……

I don't know what would they (martyrs) do if they remain alive till today. But I can't.
Forgive me, please..... I never can do that. I don’t even care your international policy…of declaring them our friend.

Memory of BINA

Front of

BINA,

Bangladesh Institute of Nuclear Agriculture,

Mymensing.


I visited BINA two years before with my classmates in a study tour. They have been conducting many researches to invent high yielding and better quality crops. We saw many invented sample seeds of different crops. Among them nut was very interesting to us because of it's size.

Today I remember the visit because of a perfect reason. I asked for the origin of production of nut when bought some nut today. And was dishearten because sells man told me it was imported from India. But the same nut seed I was seen in the BINA lab and I am sure the sells man was not true. He was increasing his product's demand.

He knows well that Bangladeshi people like to buy foreign products instead of local!!!!!!!!

This is called patriotism!!!!!

Production is local, but fame has gone to foreign!!!!!

This should not be the mentality............

Ami Bangla Valobashi

("Salam,

Salam,

Hazar Salam,

Sokol Sohid Sorone."

Thousand salutes to all martyrs...)

February - the month of glorious memory – has come to us again and owe to us for respect. Bengali is the only language for which people had to struggle and gave up lives. The tales of February, 1952 will remain written with golden ink in the history with its passion and devotion for mother tongue. The day 21 has been respected as the “International Mother Language Day” by all of the international communities. Many countries have taken Bengali as an official language beside their own to pay respect to the devotion of the martyrs of 52.

The respect and honor that international people has been given for Bengali is incredible. But being Bengali speaker we have no respect for it. Even, nowadays, some of us feel happy to avoid speaking Bengali. They feel themselves a part of the upper class being English or (in many cases) Hindi speaker whether write or wrong.

They want to prove themselves educated. But I don’t understand the way they are thinking. Truly educated people should have the respect for their own language. The Spanish educated people don’t speak English without official necessity and vise versa. The same thing is true for other dominant languages in the world.

Though, they don’t have to pay blood for their language.

Why don’t we make ourselves grateful to the martyrs……?

Why shouldn’t we feel ourselves prestigious using sweet Bengali.….. ?