Bonolota Sen was walking in a dark night under dark woods.She was in a hurry.She reached a certain point where she stayed for awhile.A man was following her like shadow who's face wasn't clear as dark as the night was.
It was revealed to her that it was the grave of Jibananada Das,and to remember him and his famous poem "Bonolota Sen"some fake pearl like flowers were kept upon the chest of the grave..The pearls looked real and the dark night inspired her to collect those with her beautiful fingers gently.She immediately started leaving that place and set her feet move quickly.The shadow like man continued following her.The smell of her hair made him mad and the surroundings.She,her fragrant hairs,murmuring of the trees,the flow of the airs,the following shadow,all were in profound enchantment.
She noticed the shadow clearly as she was in a hurry and scared of her guilt of theft.The shadow man couldn't stand before her as she was not confident enough to pose threat against that lone traveler at night.He,with his white Punjabi and curly submissive hair parted at the middle glaring at her keeping a distance.
She was scared and cried to the shadow-
"I swear touching my hair
Let me go,don't touch dear."
The shadow disappeared listening the 'mantra'. She was the poem and the shadow was the poet.The poet tried to rape the poetry but failed as his confidence was low.She had gone away with the pearl of immortality in hand leaving the poet in a dark grave of ignominy.
বুধবার, ৩০ মে, ২০১২
রবিবার, ২৭ মে, ২০১২
When You Look At Me
When you look at me-
An earthquake shatters my heart.
I get renewed being electrified with your smile!
Then the river flows
An earthquake shatters my heart.
I get renewed being electrified with your smile!
Then the river flows
sleepless night
the moon is peeping through the sky of the sleepy city
to welcome some awaken souls at the dead of night!
the whole city is in sleep-
bloody,hellish,nonsense sleep-
as if all my sleeps robbed away by them
to welcome some awaken souls at the dead of night!
the whole city is in sleep-
bloody,hellish,nonsense sleep-
as if all my sleeps robbed away by them
An Abstract Poem
The milkman jumps when he walk fast-
The milk jumps as well..
The milk jumps as if
the whole world dances with it!
The milk jumps as well..
The milk jumps as if
the whole world dances with it!
super love
i've gone into the super-shop
to buy some super love
i've bought some
and got some free.
i kept it in the freeze
it's frozen now.
and i'll go to buy
a new
tomorrow.
to buy some super love
i've bought some
and got some free.
i kept it in the freeze
it's frozen now.
and i'll go to buy
a new
tomorrow.
A Birth Story of a Poem
My heart is playing music on the violin
piercing its tough strings!
And my pen plans to pen a poem posing this postures
And it cruelly spoiled my notebook
noting these
L
E
T
T
E
R
S
Words
Phrases and sentences.
piercing its tough strings!
And my pen plans to pen a poem posing this postures
And it cruelly spoiled my notebook
noting these
L
E
T
T
E
R
S
Words
Phrases and sentences.
Modern Womans Love Account
The sexy lady wiped her kissed cheek with absorbent tissue,she emptied her field from the saliva set earlier by earlier man,now new
players will come to play there,on her open field,her shiny cheek is
waiting to get a new kiss!
Arrival of the evening
In this
concise
concrete road-
uneven
evening invaded
crouching on
soft cinder snow!
concise
concrete road-
uneven
evening invaded
crouching on
soft cinder snow!
You Are a Good Geometrical Figure!
I measured your beauty-
You are a good geometrical figure!
I set my compasses and measured it all
In all dimensions!
Upward,beneath,the middle.
The south and in the north-
You are a good ground,
A good ground to play all the playful games perfectly!
You are a good geometrical figure!
I set my compasses and measured it all
In all dimensions!
Upward,beneath,the middle.
The south and in the north-
You are a good ground,
A good ground to play all the playful games perfectly!
The Tortures of Ambitions!!
Burning all the time-
With the tortures of ambitions.
Have to do this!not this!a lot many things to do!
Ambitions,ambitions,black-white ambitions
Loiter around the head itching every hairs on it!
Ambitions go around and have dinner together
Only to make quarrel after the party!
They try to kill one another-
Out of love and hatred
Out of courage and cowardice.
Where the boat will go?
Only the boatman knows!
(Dedicated to Napoleon Bonaparte)
With the tortures of ambitions.
Have to do this!not this!a lot many things to do!
Ambitions,ambitions,black-white ambitions
Loiter around the head itching every hairs on it!
Ambitions go around and have dinner together
Only to make quarrel after the party!
They try to kill one another-
Out of love and hatred
Out of courage and cowardice.
Where the boat will go?
Only the boatman knows!
(Dedicated to Napoleon Bonaparte)
In Celebration of Hell
With the wheel of fire
I'm roaming around the garden of hell.
I'm testing the cruel pleasures of beauteous hell.
Pleasures of pains is payable in short price.
Purple,grievous guards of hell
are giving me gruesome blow
with their hottest hammer
with love.
I'm roaming around the garden of hell.
I'm testing the cruel pleasures of beauteous hell.
Pleasures of pains is payable in short price.
Purple,grievous guards of hell
are giving me gruesome blow
with their hottest hammer
with love.
Is it Easy to Leave the Lights of The Cities?
No!Never! How strange!
How I can manage myself with that minimal mirage?
Leaving the lights of the lighter cities not a little trial!
Long long path to go to sacrifice this
Long lasting languor!
Little lights of the streets
Always lure the little kids!
We all turned that little one
Not liable for our little offense
Not leaving the lights of the cities!
How I can manage myself with that minimal mirage?
Leaving the lights of the lighter cities not a little trial!
Long long path to go to sacrifice this
Long lasting languor!
Little lights of the streets
Always lure the little kids!
We all turned that little one
Not liable for our little offense
Not leaving the lights of the cities!
An essay on the agonies of exam!
Read it!
Gallop it!
Grind it!
Throw it!
In the head and stomach.
Vomit it!
Pour it!
Leave it!
Kill it!
In the exam scripts.
And be graded
And be hailed
as a poor graduate!
Gallop it!
Grind it!
Throw it!
In the head and stomach.
Vomit it!
Pour it!
Leave it!
Kill it!
In the exam scripts.
And be graded
And be hailed
as a poor graduate!
Anniversary of Separation
The sun and moon fall in love
When our eyes met each other.
Our bond began at first flight
And it carried its journey bright!
Our love never turns old
It always glitters as gold!
That day was beautiful as we first met
No other as lucky as we were-we bet!
That was the day of our separation!
When our eyes met each other.
Our bond began at first flight
And it carried its journey bright!
Our love never turns old
It always glitters as gold!
That day was beautiful as we first met
No other as lucky as we were-we bet!
That was the day of our separation!
শনিবার, ২৬ মে, ২০১২
I led my own funeral!
I've attended my own funeral!
I led the procession that day holding
My own coffin!
And buried myself on my own hands;prayed for the salvation of my soul.
I left me in the graveyard
I wept for me hard!
I've dreamt a very bad dream!
I've dreamt a very good dream!
I led the procession that day holding
My own coffin!
And buried myself on my own hands;prayed for the salvation of my soul.
I left me in the graveyard
I wept for me hard!
I've dreamt a very bad dream!
I've dreamt a very good dream!
Something Satanic
| Something Satanic |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Religious |
|
Something is following me-
Controlling me hard! I'm being deviated- I'm being superceded- I'm being outdone! Something,never let me do anything- Something,conspires me to follow him- Something satanic I'm turning into! |
To that fair lady who stole my heart
Sweet lady,you caught me in your net.
I'm a lucky fish to be
Handed over to you!
Take me,save me,hold me
In your soft hand
With love!
I'm a lucky fish to be
Handed over to you!
Take me,save me,hold me
In your soft hand
With love!
i don't wish to born again
i don't wish to born again
i can't bear the burden of
one life even!
why should i come?
i don't want rebirth!
i want to sleep forever in one death.
i don't want rebirth!
let me make my one birth worthier
i want to live a thousand lives in one!
i can't bear the burden of
one life even!
why should i come?
i don't want rebirth!
i want to sleep forever in one death.
i don't want rebirth!
let me make my one birth worthier
i want to live a thousand lives in one!
Hamlet Chewing Gum!
| Hamlet Chewing Gum! |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Sadness |
|
There is a Hamlet live in all of
us! It never let us sleep and rest- It makes us continue our wandering in the uncertain domain of "to be or not to be". We can't assert boldly- "let be". Hamlet continues to chew us down. We turn into a helpless chewing gum Having hard time between the teeth! |
Petrarch Revisited
| Petrarch Revisited |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Sonnet |
|
Ah!How many days I've to wait
To see you again;again before me! One rare glance you gave An heartbreaking smile you had You robbed my heart in no time! You have gone away leaving me In this rocky isle alone! I'm being stumbled and injured Thirsty and hungry to see you a second! I'm waiting and waiting Waiting for long- I dream-the rain will come! My barren heart will become Green again with leaves and flowers! |
Caught in the net of your beauty
Oh!what a burning beauty you have!
I just couldn't set my eyes there-
I was afraid my eyes would just burn out!
The sharp edges of your beauty was just cutting my heart with the
long,sharp saw.
It was just cracked and cried out hard.
It stopped pounding-
Nobody never 've seen it!
And
Never you will.
I just couldn't set my eyes there-
I was afraid my eyes would just burn out!
The sharp edges of your beauty was just cutting my heart with the
long,sharp saw.
It was just cracked and cried out hard.
It stopped pounding-
Nobody never 've seen it!
And
Never you will.
Winter
Aha!sweet snow in winter
I love thee!
You keep inside the heavy kantha's with love.
Dearly hug of those dears keep me on the bed.
Aha!Worshiping the fire we want to keep ourselves hot!
In the street and in the marketplace men keep themselves as freeze as the snow.
Life is immobile as of the immobile snakes quite helpless in the ice.
The insects world is on holiday
They are not found around having (may be)honeymoon in their camp.
Their happy family don't want to share their camps for the all seasoned busy bee as men are.
Men's r peculiar,they don't 've holidays.
They had to work,they had to eat and they need to survive.
Thats why they lead on their soul journey upon the snow
forgetting the dark winter in it.
I love thee!
You keep inside the heavy kantha's with love.
Dearly hug of those dears keep me on the bed.
Aha!Worshiping the fire we want to keep ourselves hot!
In the street and in the marketplace men keep themselves as freeze as the snow.
Life is immobile as of the immobile snakes quite helpless in the ice.
The insects world is on holiday
They are not found around having (may be)honeymoon in their camp.
Their happy family don't want to share their camps for the all seasoned busy bee as men are.
Men's r peculiar,they don't 've holidays.
They had to work,they had to eat and they need to survive.
Thats why they lead on their soul journey upon the snow
forgetting the dark winter in it.
Money,Love and Poems
I love my bag full of money
It will give me nice poetry.
The smile of my sweetheart when
I give her a diamond ring
The giggle of my little boy
When I give a sporty car
The chuckle of my daughter
When I give a barbie doll.
In every smiles,giggles and chuckles I find nice poetry!
Hey poet,you love your poems,ho?
I love my poems as well.
My poems are nice.
A bag full of credit cards and some cashes will give a bag full of poems.
It will give me nice poetry.
The smile of my sweetheart when
I give her a diamond ring
The giggle of my little boy
When I give a sporty car
The chuckle of my daughter
When I give a barbie doll.
In every smiles,giggles and chuckles I find nice poetry!
Hey poet,you love your poems,ho?
I love my poems as well.
My poems are nice.
A bag full of credit cards and some cashes will give a bag full of poems.
On First Reading Of Shakespeare's Othello
O fair Desdemona,I weep for thee!
Your all white heart is spoiled by so black a man.
O fair Desdemona,I weep for thee!
Truth were always your guard
But failed to win the capsized heart of your love.
Your husband,the blackest and the vilest
Hands pawn to the weakest and the filthiest villain
Stained your fair heart
Killed you in cruel style.
O fair Desdemona,I weep for thee!
Your all white heart is spoiled by so black a man.
O fair Desdemona,I weep for thee!
Truth were always your guard
But failed to win the capsized heart of your love.
Your husband,the blackest and the vilest
Hands pawn to the weakest and the filthiest villain
Stained your fair heart
Killed you in cruel style.
O fair Desdemona,I weep for thee!
শুক্রবার, ২৫ মে, ২০১২
Life:A Journey in a Twilight
I was making a homeward journey in a twilight on a train
tearing the twilight fog.
The trees were trying in vain to chase after me uninvited.
I've beaten them,beaten them all
in my races!
At the end of twilight I caught the glow of my home nearby.
I was tucked in my mind
and the twilight gave me a knock in my thought!
Life and twilight are brethren from one mom
both are fleeting and transient.
One day,at the twilight end of my life
I'll make my last tour de la eternity-
I'll lose to them.
tearing the twilight fog.
The trees were trying in vain to chase after me uninvited.
I've beaten them,beaten them all
in my races!
At the end of twilight I caught the glow of my home nearby.
I was tucked in my mind
and the twilight gave me a knock in my thought!
Life and twilight are brethren from one mom
both are fleeting and transient.
One day,at the twilight end of my life
I'll make my last tour de la eternity-
I'll lose to them.
Prayer for grace
I'm trying in vain to catch the
falling
ray of heaven.
It's falling all over the universe
touching
all hearts of the creations.
It's touching all the creations
going
astray from the path
Those going astray from the path
feeling
the grace of God.
Feeling the grace of God
becoming
the happy soul contented.
Where am I?
Am I not contented?
May water from heaven quenches the thirsty heart of mine!
falling
ray of heaven.
It's falling all over the universe
touching
all hearts of the creations.
It's touching all the creations
going
astray from the path
Those going astray from the path
feeling
the grace of God.
Feeling the grace of God
becoming
the happy soul contented.
Where am I?
Am I not contented?
May water from heaven quenches the thirsty heart of mine!
Sins and Sinning
Giving drive in the deep of dirty drain
I take bath everyday in this filthy drain of sin.
Catching the scent of sensual senses
Hugging those culprits with love again and again!
Forgetting the sight of God in me
Worshiping devil in profuse prayers!
Swimming vehemently in the drain of sin
What the hell you want to gain?
Pain!The only stock for you is pain!
I take bath everyday in this filthy drain of sin.
Catching the scent of sensual senses
Hugging those culprits with love again and again!
Forgetting the sight of God in me
Worshiping devil in profuse prayers!
Swimming vehemently in the drain of sin
What the hell you want to gain?
Pain!The only stock for you is pain!
বুধবার, ২৩ মে, ২০১২
thoughts in mess
a)
the sky turned black tar like ghost
the clouds are flying like the filthy cow dungs
there is acid-chemical reaction on the sky
we,on the land urinating methane to unfertilize the fertility...
b)
thoughts in mess
All quiet;the city quiet-
The flats,the apartments,the rooms and all the creatures in those-
All are in disciplined,serene solitude.
Some rare barking of the night guards
Dogs-
And my night tearing thoughts
All are gathering together
To drive away my sleeps.
the sky turned black tar like ghost
the clouds are flying like the filthy cow dungs
there is acid-chemical reaction on the sky
we,on the land urinating methane to unfertilize the fertility...
b)
thoughts in mess
All quiet;the city quiet-
The flats,the apartments,the rooms and all the creatures in those-
All are in disciplined,serene solitude.
Some rare barking of the night guards
Dogs-
And my night tearing thoughts
All are gathering together
To drive away my sleeps.
Shorts
a)
poetry awestruck me
so words are gushing forth from heart
as the tears of the eyes.
b)
those were the days of antiquity
when we had sweet smiles in between us.
poetry awestruck me
so words are gushing forth from heart
as the tears of the eyes.
b)
those were the days of antiquity
when we had sweet smiles in between us.
শনিবার, ১৯ মে, ২০১২
Difficult to Defeat Devil
You planned and prayed all day along
To get the key up to heaven-
The Satan is ready ahead of you
How to spoil your plan
And let you gone astray
To be his faithful deciple!
He is strong;He is powerful;
He is decisive!
Can you beat him?
Can you supercede him?
Can you outdone him?
He defeated the angels in heaven!
God is his dear opponent!
You are mere a silly earthly creature.
Satan,is he who sees heaven and hell
Satan,is he who violates the gods
Satan,is he,angels are scared off!
You dear,a poor flesh!
Vulnerable,very vulnerable to the
Demands of those demands!
Satan is the most skilful artist-
He devise perfect art to catch and hold his each planned,targetted disciple.
To stand against Satan
Is to stand against a super-power!
Do you have the guts and courages dear?
A pity,pale,polite man you are!
To get the key up to heaven-
The Satan is ready ahead of you
How to spoil your plan
And let you gone astray
To be his faithful deciple!
He is strong;He is powerful;
He is decisive!
Can you beat him?
Can you supercede him?
Can you outdone him?
He defeated the angels in heaven!
God is his dear opponent!
You are mere a silly earthly creature.
Satan,is he who sees heaven and hell
Satan,is he who violates the gods
Satan,is he,angels are scared off!
You dear,a poor flesh!
Vulnerable,very vulnerable to the
Demands of those demands!
Satan is the most skilful artist-
He devise perfect art to catch and hold his each planned,targetted disciple.
To stand against Satan
Is to stand against a super-power!
Do you have the guts and courages dear?
A pity,pale,polite man you are!
A Song for Separation
We are not born together
Separate-isolated-we came-
Separate-alone-we will go.
So,what's the hurry force us to
Unite and live together?
Let's break the bondage
Cut the shackles
Loose the ropes-
May be-we can get-
Whatever-we want.
Separate-isolated-we came-
Separate-alone-we will go.
So,what's the hurry force us to
Unite and live together?
Let's break the bondage
Cut the shackles
Loose the ropes-
May be-we can get-
Whatever-we want.
Politico-Bangladesh
O,beloved mother
What sons are we?
Begotten of your soil!
Coward,gluttonous,greedy beast.
We are devoid of spirit that
Drives to deep goodness.
We are 'hollow man'
'Our headpiece filled with straws.'
We are not fit for anything
We are a box of nothing!
Your beloved heart is ravished
Ravished and raped by the interlopers.
We are playing chess with them.
We have lost our heroism
Bravery is a rare thing to found.
Crazy men are caged
Beautiful woman had to
Come outside from their hearth
To rule our unmanly man.
What sons are we?
Begotten of your soil!
Coward,gluttonous,greedy beast.
We are devoid of spirit that
Drives to deep goodness.
We are 'hollow man'
'Our headpiece filled with straws.'
We are not fit for anything
We are a box of nothing!
Your beloved heart is ravished
Ravished and raped by the interlopers.
We are playing chess with them.
We have lost our heroism
Bravery is a rare thing to found.
Crazy men are caged
Beautiful woman had to
Come outside from their hearth
To rule our unmanly man.
Singing in Ecstasy
At the waning day
I`m rowing my boat to my favorite home!
The moon mixes its silvery light in great Love with the water...
I,me,my boat,moon and the water
Singing together in ecstasy!!!
I`m rowing my boat to my favorite home!
The moon mixes its silvery light in great Love with the water...
I,me,my boat,moon and the water
Singing together in ecstasy!!!
A prayer of a bad boy
Oh God!Where you keep your bad boys?
Never was I a good boy
Nothing did I good and worthwhile
Nuisance,the only thing I've done so far!
Not strong enough I am to walk straight to the straight path.
Only things I know I must love you
Love you without any condition.
Give me some lights so that I can light my darkness vilest!
Never was I a good boy
Nothing did I good and worthwhile
Nuisance,the only thing I've done so far!
Not strong enough I am to walk straight to the straight path.
Only things I know I must love you
Love you without any condition.
Give me some lights so that I can light my darkness vilest!
Mocking Smile of Victory
I gave you a mocking smile of victory-
As I lose you;lose you utterly.
You've gone away leaving me alone
and anchored in another ship.
Have a sweet course onwards-
May not the storms and rains welcome you-
May ever spring prevail in your garden of Eden.
I'm giving you a mocking smile of victory.
As I lose you;lose you utterly.
You've gone away leaving me alone
and anchored in another ship.
Have a sweet course onwards-
May not the storms and rains welcome you-
May ever spring prevail in your garden of Eden.
I'm giving you a mocking smile of victory.
I break the promises with me
I make false promises to me everyday
I'll love you more than ever.
Another love take away my love from me.
I break the promises with me-
I'll love you more than ever.
Another love take away my love from me.
I break the promises with me-
Indifference
O,my sweetheart!
How I can touch you?
You seat in the other part giving a deaf ear to me!
And there is no boat to go near to you!
A great ocean with storms between us!
How I can touch you?
You seat in the other part giving a deaf ear to me!
And there is no boat to go near to you!
A great ocean with storms between us!
Mornings and Me in Disharmony
Mornings are pretty rascal!
They're not welcoming me as they used to do..
They're keeping me outside the greeneries of the green garden of peace for many days..
I'm missing my rides on foot upon the wheels of morning!
As the sun you are calling me
waving your white hands
I must listen
I must take bath in the ray of your calling..!
They're not welcoming me as they used to do..
They're keeping me outside the greeneries of the green garden of peace for many days..
I'm missing my rides on foot upon the wheels of morning!
As the sun you are calling me
waving your white hands
I must listen
I must take bath in the ray of your calling..!
শুক্রবার, ১৮ মে, ২০১২
Everything hot,hot everything
It is hot,quite hot,everything hot,hot everything.
The streets,legs on it and the heads upon legs.
The airs upon the heads are also hot as the hot sands.
The nose discharging hot airs to add more hot to the surroundings..
The market is hot,the shopping bag is heavy,the money bag is crying like baby!
What you talk,what I talk all are filled with the fire.
Everything hot,hot everything
you and me,hot everything.
The streets,legs on it and the heads upon legs.
The airs upon the heads are also hot as the hot sands.
The nose discharging hot airs to add more hot to the surroundings..
The market is hot,the shopping bag is heavy,the money bag is crying like baby!
What you talk,what I talk all are filled with the fire.
Everything hot,hot everything
you and me,hot everything.
Diary:18-05-2012
Have had great evening today in the campus..
There was a successful and effective meeting with Ruhul,Jasim,Arif regarding business and others.
Then our regular weekly session of Dhaka University Reading Club began..Deluair Hossen,the key speaker talked in great oratory on the topic"Politics of climate".Our honorable Tanim Ashraf vi spoke and complemented nicely on the topic.At the end Alauddin bhai's evaluation was excellent.
After our session of DURC we sat under "bot-tola" before Kolabhavan,DU.We have had an another enlightened adda with Sumon vi(Came recently from Canada),his sister Aysha,Jubayer and And another one..(who's name I can't remember now!)
We'll meet again soon..
There was a successful and effective meeting with Ruhul,Jasim,Arif regarding business and others.
Then our regular weekly session of Dhaka University Reading Club began..Deluair Hossen,the key speaker talked in great oratory on the topic"Politics of climate".Our honorable Tanim Ashraf vi spoke and complemented nicely on the topic.At the end Alauddin bhai's evaluation was excellent.
After our session of DURC we sat under "bot-tola" before Kolabhavan,DU.We have had an another enlightened adda with Sumon vi(Came recently from Canada),his sister Aysha,Jubayer and And another one..(who's name I can't remember now!)
We'll meet again soon..
বুধবার, ১৬ মে, ২০১২
My political schooling:Some moments taken from my life.
I remember,it was 2001. I went to a procession of a political party.That was the formal beginning of my life in the street.
Although my informal political schooling I was receiving from the earliest part of my life when I learnt to think.Knowingly or unknowingly I was receiving best teaching possible for my life.
I am very grateful to my grandfather who still making great mark upon my life.It was he who made me familiar with the public world,it was he who show me the way how to deal with public,it was he who show me how to talk in perfect measurement without losing the humor on it!
I still remember how I used to follow him by running as he walked..
Another great place of my schooling is the "boithak khana"(u may call it drawing room for your comforts sake.)
Everyday from the morning till evening and even at nights many people used to come in the "boithak khana".If my school was off my business was to seat in the corner of the room and listen their wisely talks,gossips and stories.Those talks were seemed interesting and new to me.I was never bored with their talks.I liked to listen whatever they talk.The room was jampacked with people by 10/11am.Politics,philosophy of life,theology,spirituality,romance,health issues all used to come..
My grandfather was a great speaker,he was exceptionally well taught in story telling and keeping the attention of the audiences(of course not from any university,he learnt it from life and work).
When he used to speak,it was always great to listen to him.
These are my few portions of my earlier schooling in the vast world of politics.
I don't know how it was always a good reputation for me to be "good boy"in the school and to the teachers though they knew I was a bit naughty!
But I was not a too good boy to keep my eyes only in the books!
Even in class eight I joined with the procession that for our disposed beloved Headmaster Jafor Ahmed Patwary who was a great icon to the students.The school committee conspired against him(some teachers also joined them!) so he had to go away from us unheroically!We,the students under the leadership of class 10 and 9 opposed that..But unfortunately it was a failure and we couldnt make our headmaster come again to us!
After some more stories a new headmaster came.We used to compare him with our earlier one.
He was smart,straight,strong,confident,bright,brave,meritorious,hard working with superior leadership quality but the newly one was the opposite!We used to seek fault in the new master and raised opinion against him.So at the beginning of our class 10,we found ourselves in protest against our headmaster!After so many threats,bullying,meetings he had to go away.It was a great event for us.Unknowingly(I was not fully conscious of the weight of it then,truly speaking!) I was the chief activist of it.I with the co-authorship of my friend Arif wrote a leaflet,made it composed and spread it all around the localities.From morning in the next it was the talk of the locality and the thana as well!
In the schooltime we refused to attend class and demanded the removal of headmaster.After so many stories,meetings and threats the headmaster had to go away.It was 2002 while we were in class 10,actually in the middle of the year.Truly I was not fully conscious on the weight of the event then.I just listened to the call of the demand,may be.
But now I try to remember those events and greatly inspired or awed by the weight and magnanimity of the events!
Now come to 2001,it was before national election,I took part in the procession for the first time(in national issue).We worked for BNP and opposed to failed Awami League.We used to have sharp debate among us on different political issues.Arif and me used to be in same line,Alauddin Muhammad Rana was to speak for Awami League!
Those were the tumultous beginning in the broad world of politics.From then on I had many hard times but never was I hopeless about politics.
In the college I was very lucky enough to have more schooling than before.Took many responsibilities as the leader of the "Humanities"(Arts) group.ID got some local responsibilities as well which was great teachings for me though I found it tough work to go on..Yet the experiences with them,talks,foods that I've taken with them,very simple foods that I've taken from the workers home are still in my mind.
Then on I feel politics is the ultimate way to serve a nation.I shouldnt be an evasive intellectual.I rather like sweating in the street and raising voice for people and work for the betterment of the lots of my countrymen.
Most of the youngsters here in Bangladesh are disenchanted about politics or wrongly taught about it.Politics is considered the ugliest profession(though it's not a profession,it's a devotion,it's a mission of life.And politicians are considered the vilest creatures on earth..
This shouldnt be the practice.Lets make the difference.Start our journey in this stoney,hard and rough path.
Fortune favors the brave.
Although my informal political schooling I was receiving from the earliest part of my life when I learnt to think.Knowingly or unknowingly I was receiving best teaching possible for my life.
I am very grateful to my grandfather who still making great mark upon my life.It was he who made me familiar with the public world,it was he who show me the way how to deal with public,it was he who show me how to talk in perfect measurement without losing the humor on it!
I still remember how I used to follow him by running as he walked..
Another great place of my schooling is the "boithak khana"(u may call it drawing room for your comforts sake.)
Everyday from the morning till evening and even at nights many people used to come in the "boithak khana".If my school was off my business was to seat in the corner of the room and listen their wisely talks,gossips and stories.Those talks were seemed interesting and new to me.I was never bored with their talks.I liked to listen whatever they talk.The room was jampacked with people by 10/11am.Politics,philosophy of life,theology,spirituality,romance,health issues all used to come..
My grandfather was a great speaker,he was exceptionally well taught in story telling and keeping the attention of the audiences(of course not from any university,he learnt it from life and work).
When he used to speak,it was always great to listen to him.
These are my few portions of my earlier schooling in the vast world of politics.
I don't know how it was always a good reputation for me to be "good boy"in the school and to the teachers though they knew I was a bit naughty!
But I was not a too good boy to keep my eyes only in the books!
Even in class eight I joined with the procession that for our disposed beloved Headmaster Jafor Ahmed Patwary who was a great icon to the students.The school committee conspired against him(some teachers also joined them!) so he had to go away from us unheroically!We,the students under the leadership of class 10 and 9 opposed that..But unfortunately it was a failure and we couldnt make our headmaster come again to us!
After some more stories a new headmaster came.We used to compare him with our earlier one.
He was smart,straight,strong,confident,bright,brave,meritorious,hard working with superior leadership quality but the newly one was the opposite!We used to seek fault in the new master and raised opinion against him.So at the beginning of our class 10,we found ourselves in protest against our headmaster!After so many threats,bullying,meetings he had to go away.It was a great event for us.Unknowingly(I was not fully conscious of the weight of it then,truly speaking!) I was the chief activist of it.I with the co-authorship of my friend Arif wrote a leaflet,made it composed and spread it all around the localities.From morning in the next it was the talk of the locality and the thana as well!
In the schooltime we refused to attend class and demanded the removal of headmaster.After so many stories,meetings and threats the headmaster had to go away.It was 2002 while we were in class 10,actually in the middle of the year.Truly I was not fully conscious on the weight of the event then.I just listened to the call of the demand,may be.
But now I try to remember those events and greatly inspired or awed by the weight and magnanimity of the events!
Now come to 2001,it was before national election,I took part in the procession for the first time(in national issue).We worked for BNP and opposed to failed Awami League.We used to have sharp debate among us on different political issues.Arif and me used to be in same line,Alauddin Muhammad Rana was to speak for Awami League!
Those were the tumultous beginning in the broad world of politics.From then on I had many hard times but never was I hopeless about politics.
In the college I was very lucky enough to have more schooling than before.Took many responsibilities as the leader of the "Humanities"(Arts) group.ID got some local responsibilities as well which was great teachings for me though I found it tough work to go on..Yet the experiences with them,talks,foods that I've taken with them,very simple foods that I've taken from the workers home are still in my mind.
Then on I feel politics is the ultimate way to serve a nation.I shouldnt be an evasive intellectual.I rather like sweating in the street and raising voice for people and work for the betterment of the lots of my countrymen.
Most of the youngsters here in Bangladesh are disenchanted about politics or wrongly taught about it.Politics is considered the ugliest profession(though it's not a profession,it's a devotion,it's a mission of life.And politicians are considered the vilest creatures on earth..
This shouldnt be the practice.Lets make the difference.Start our journey in this stoney,hard and rough path.
Fortune favors the brave.
মঙ্গলবার, ১৫ মে, ২০১২
Lalbagh Killa:A failed but successful travel there outside the gate.
I made a travel to "Lalbagh Killa"in the evening.Fortunately it was the closing time when I reached before the gate!People were coming out of the place in long line.I wondered how such number of people were in such a short place!All of the visitors were walking out of this place in ant like quo.It was a never ending line.
I decided immediately not to spoil my going there. I've decided to enjoy the moment there.I've started gazing at the faces and measured their feelings..
There were people of diverse categories and ages.Specially some teenage girls and boys attracted me!They appeared too matured and responsible person.I've noticed development of love among some couples..
Some newly married couple also came..Smiling and shining faces increased my smiles and happiness as well.
Little kids were the great sight.They are the epitome of highest pleasure and great beauty.They were in their top mode to compete with one another in creating the languages of happiness.In the happy crowd there were some old faces as well who had little to do with sightseeing rather than giving a boast to their failing health.Their grim and reserved faces were not strong enough to wipe out the hilarious environment all around "Lalbagh Killa"!
I've given my eyes some great practices in observing those scenario unexpressable in words.It is to be enjoyed,it is to be seen,it is to be felt.
I decided immediately not to spoil my going there. I've decided to enjoy the moment there.I've started gazing at the faces and measured their feelings..
There were people of diverse categories and ages.Specially some teenage girls and boys attracted me!They appeared too matured and responsible person.I've noticed development of love among some couples..
Some newly married couple also came..Smiling and shining faces increased my smiles and happiness as well.
Little kids were the great sight.They are the epitome of highest pleasure and great beauty.They were in their top mode to compete with one another in creating the languages of happiness.In the happy crowd there were some old faces as well who had little to do with sightseeing rather than giving a boast to their failing health.Their grim and reserved faces were not strong enough to wipe out the hilarious environment all around "Lalbagh Killa"!
I've given my eyes some great practices in observing those scenario unexpressable in words.It is to be enjoyed,it is to be seen,it is to be felt.
সোমবার, ১৪ মে, ২০১২
Getting Morning Back:A Diary (15-05-2012,6:00am)
I planned yesterday night to wake up again in the morning and make a walk in the green buet campus..
I made it now,I'm writing to you after I'd made a walk for 40 minutes in the beautiful buet campus..
Funnily,I talk to the trees often,if I'm alone with them so that people can't call me mad!!
I lectured to them,I told them to listen to me,they were quite un attentive to my lecturing.
Like rogue students in the class they were moving their heads(actually leaves and branches) in revolt against me..
I forced them to listen to me and finished my speech...
I feel happy now after regaining my older practice of waking in the morning and having walk..
It's the great and the noblest practice...
You can't imagine how it was in the buet overbridge.How sweet breezes were flowing touching gently my body..Ah!peace and happiness were there!
I hope I shouldnt miss my morning anymore,and I shouldnt be defeated to my sluggishNess!!
Mornings,I'm coming to you.I'll remain with you,I promise!!
I made it now,I'm writing to you after I'd made a walk for 40 minutes in the beautiful buet campus..
Funnily,I talk to the trees often,if I'm alone with them so that people can't call me mad!!
I lectured to them,I told them to listen to me,they were quite un attentive to my lecturing.
Like rogue students in the class they were moving their heads(actually leaves and branches) in revolt against me..
I forced them to listen to me and finished my speech...
I feel happy now after regaining my older practice of waking in the morning and having walk..
It's the great and the noblest practice...
You can't imagine how it was in the buet overbridge.How sweet breezes were flowing touching gently my body..Ah!peace and happiness were there!
I hope I shouldnt miss my morning anymore,and I shouldnt be defeated to my sluggishNess!!
Mornings,I'm coming to you.I'll remain with you,I promise!!
Old Dhaka:Foods and Tastes
"Kantha Puri" a round type of bread I've taken today.It was great,a different taste!On this hot summer day I made a walk in old Dhaka.Exhausted with extreme hot,felt hungry and stopped before this shop in the open footpath who are setting their delicious items open in a great round bowl.I never took this items.Asked them without delay to give me some.
I've given 5 immediately.And I've put them on my tongue and was awestrucked!
A different food,different taste,unbelievable making!
Some other famous items from Old Dhaka are"Nanna's Biryani","boro baper pulai khai","bakor khani" and many more..
There are many items available in the streets of old Dhaka..If you want to take the real taste of delicious items,make a visit there and give your tongue some beautiful experiences!
I've given 5 immediately.And I've put them on my tongue and was awestrucked!
A different food,different taste,unbelievable making!
Some other famous items from Old Dhaka are"Nanna's Biryani","boro baper pulai khai","bakor khani" and many more..
There are many items available in the streets of old Dhaka..If you want to take the real taste of delicious items,make a visit there and give your tongue some beautiful experiences!
"Kantha Puri" a round type of bread I've taken today.It was great,a different taste!On this hot summer day I made a walk in old Dhaka.Exhausted with extreme hot,felt hungry and stopped before this shop in the open footpath who are setting their delicious items open in a great round bowl.I never took this items.Asked them without delay to give me some.
I've given 5 immediately.And I've put them on my tongue and was awestrucked!
A different food,different taste,unbelievable making!
Some other famous items from Old Dhaka are"Nanna's Biryani","boro baper pulai khai","bakor khani" and many more..
There are many items available in the streets of old Dhaka..If you want to take the real taste of delicious items,make a visit there and give your tongue some beautiful experiences!
I've given 5 immediately.And I've put them on my tongue and was awestrucked!
A different food,different taste,unbelievable making!
Some other famous items from Old Dhaka are"Nanna's Biryani","boro baper pulai khai","bakor khani" and many more..
There are many items available in the streets of old Dhaka..If you want to take the real taste of delicious items,make a visit there and give your tongue some beautiful experiences!
Chakma Literature:An Overview
If I don't talk about their lifestyle and living it would be impractical to talk about their literature isolatedly.Literature encompasses total life.How is their house and their occupation can say much of their life,and their life-style will say how is their literature.To make it easier lets talk about their houses and living:-
Chakma build their house with bamboo and their house stays about 6 feet above of the ground.Their house(cottage/macha) are divided into several compartments and the needs of the married people are prioritized.Chakma's are mainly Buddhist.But they are christianized nowadays as well.Some of them are transformed to other religions as Hinduism,Islam etc by inter-marriage.Their cultivation is called "Jhuming"as we know it clear.In Levi Strauss's opinion (Kinship Systems of three Chittagong Hill Tribes.South-Western Journal of Anthropology,Spring1952,p:50).Chakma's are patriarchal.After the death of the father the eldest of the son will be the chief.There are 30 'gusti'(clan) like this.''Chakma's originated from Indian Aryans.They are developed and in many number than other tribes in Bangladesh.
Now lets go to their culture and literature:-
Music:
If we need to talk about their literature we have to go to their music first.Like other races music plays an important role in their personal,social and religious life.Their main musical instrument is flute.Every youth can play this instrument very well."Khangarange" is also made of bamboo which is a complex instrument,usually played by girls.
Their chief epical poetry is "Chatiga chara".In it there is a description how they came to chittagong.It is similar to "Aenid" by Vergil.In around 1118-1119AD there was "Roang" war in the reign of king"Sermatia".Chakma's fought this war under the general "Radhamohon".He was as heroic as Achilles to them.."Chatiga Chara" written in that time.There is another folktale called "Tanabee".Here is a vivid description of "Tanabee" an exceptionally beautiful woman!Their is detail descriptions of her beauty and her sorrows which will stire heart of the readers.It is quite similar to "Rupban","Komola Sundori" in Bangla folktale.
Their are some songs which are used by the mothers when their baby want to take a nap.There is a religious song which is quite long "Gojena Lama"."Gojena" means 'almighty',all powerful..like 'hamd' of Muslims.Another type of song is "Uvageeta" (song of the youth)which are sung by every youth.There "gankuli"a group of boys who form a band are also seen in them..It is the business of the youngsters.They move from this village/"mouja" to that "mouja" singing some portions from the Epic.Everyone welcome them wholeheartedly.At the end of the day in a beautiful winter night 'gankuli"sat beside the fire and play on their flute.Their creates a heavenly atmosphere.
Elders of the "Mouja" smoke "hokkah"and move their heads in unison with the rhythm of the music.This worked as a form of social gathering.With it the bond between the elders and the youngsters grow stronger.
Here I'm quoting some extracts from Chakma and Lusai literature:-
(1)
"lagera dunda chara
pani dibo kan
dungkhya ma dukht possyan
dodu dibo bone."
--"Here is planted the tobacco tree,who will water it?
Who will care rather than parents to their baby?
(2)
"chikon chyrat chikon chey
hoje jagob tore chigon bey"
-set trap to fishes in the little fountain
darling,I like to call you in little pet name!
*see here a beautiful girl says to her enticed lover-
(3)
"chotti dogan hale gals
shopone dele nados gale gans"
--"In the stationary shop so many blue glasses you can see-
If you see me in dreams don't curse me!"
(4)
The ardor and deep love expressed here:
"teda de teda dhan kini
daki na parob nab dini"
-"I do buy rice with 2-1 tk by your name
but,oh my dear! I can't call you by name!"
(5)
"Dola pari vagna
khadi dilbo khobna
tar pebadaye mui
rot dine gororyor vabna"
-"Often I collect "Jagna" fruit
and put it in the "macha"upward.
All day and night I think
How I can get my beloved."
(6)
"Ha lya kunot badha megh
Jeiya judade smorone ak"
-"See!The western sky is moving towards the departing sun-
Our body is different but one is our soul."
We've seen how rich and diverse their literature and culture are.They have literature to be compared with other cultures and races.But unfortunately Chakma's are facing hard times nowadays as their culture,language,literature and heritage are on threat.They should be given full right to flourish their own culture and literature on their own way.
Chakma build their house with bamboo and their house stays about 6 feet above of the ground.Their house(cottage/macha) are divided into several compartments and the needs of the married people are prioritized.Chakma's are mainly Buddhist.But they are christianized nowadays as well.Some of them are transformed to other religions as Hinduism,Islam etc by inter-marriage.Their cultivation is called "Jhuming"as we know it clear.In Levi Strauss's opinion (Kinship Systems of three Chittagong Hill Tribes.South-Western Journal of Anthropology,Spring1952,p:50).Chakma's are patriarchal.After the death of the father the eldest of the son will be the chief.There are 30 'gusti'(clan) like this.''Chakma's originated from Indian Aryans.They are developed and in many number than other tribes in Bangladesh.
Now lets go to their culture and literature:-
Music:
If we need to talk about their literature we have to go to their music first.Like other races music plays an important role in their personal,social and religious life.Their main musical instrument is flute.Every youth can play this instrument very well."Khangarange" is also made of bamboo which is a complex instrument,usually played by girls.
Their chief epical poetry is "Chatiga chara".In it there is a description how they came to chittagong.It is similar to "Aenid" by Vergil.In around 1118-1119AD there was "Roang" war in the reign of king"Sermatia".Chakma's fought this war under the general "Radhamohon".He was as heroic as Achilles to them.."Chatiga Chara" written in that time.There is another folktale called "Tanabee".Here is a vivid description of "Tanabee" an exceptionally beautiful woman!Their is detail descriptions of her beauty and her sorrows which will stire heart of the readers.It is quite similar to "Rupban","Komola Sundori" in Bangla folktale.
Their are some songs which are used by the mothers when their baby want to take a nap.There is a religious song which is quite long "Gojena Lama"."Gojena" means 'almighty',all powerful..like 'hamd' of Muslims.Another type of song is "Uvageeta" (song of the youth)which are sung by every youth.There "gankuli"a group of boys who form a band are also seen in them..It is the business of the youngsters.They move from this village/"mouja" to that "mouja" singing some portions from the Epic.Everyone welcome them wholeheartedly.At the end of the day in a beautiful winter night 'gankuli"sat beside the fire and play on their flute.Their creates a heavenly atmosphere.
Elders of the "Mouja" smoke "hokkah"and move their heads in unison with the rhythm of the music.This worked as a form of social gathering.With it the bond between the elders and the youngsters grow stronger.
Here I'm quoting some extracts from Chakma and Lusai literature:-
(1)
"lagera dunda chara
pani dibo kan
dungkhya ma dukht possyan
dodu dibo bone."
--"Here is planted the tobacco tree,who will water it?
Who will care rather than parents to their baby?
(2)
"chikon chyrat chikon chey
hoje jagob tore chigon bey"
-set trap to fishes in the little fountain
darling,I like to call you in little pet name!
*see here a beautiful girl says to her enticed lover-
(3)
"chotti dogan hale gals
shopone dele nados gale gans"
--"In the stationary shop so many blue glasses you can see-
If you see me in dreams don't curse me!"
(4)
The ardor and deep love expressed here:
"teda de teda dhan kini
daki na parob nab dini"
-"I do buy rice with 2-1 tk by your name
but,oh my dear! I can't call you by name!"
(5)
"Dola pari vagna
khadi dilbo khobna
tar pebadaye mui
rot dine gororyor vabna"
-"Often I collect "Jagna" fruit
and put it in the "macha"upward.
All day and night I think
How I can get my beloved."
(6)
"Ha lya kunot badha megh
Jeiya judade smorone ak"
-"See!The western sky is moving towards the departing sun-
Our body is different but one is our soul."
We've seen how rich and diverse their literature and culture are.They have literature to be compared with other cultures and races.But unfortunately Chakma's are facing hard times nowadays as their culture,language,literature and heritage are on threat.They should be given full right to flourish their own culture and literature on their own way.
শুক্রবার, ১১ মে, ২০১২
Slaughtering Game
Slaughtering continued for ages!
Cruel pleasures they got and are getting
And will continue getting.
Killing same species!
Game of killing will not end-
Whatever civilized group you are!
You'll invent more civilized weaponry
To kill in a more civilized manner!
Stones,knives,spears,swords,cannons,bombs,mines,cluster-bombs,water-boardings,gas chambers,atom-bombs and many more will come to kill you in many sophisticated way!
The whistle is blown-
And the players are in the field.
Slaughtering one another in pleasure
-The game continued.
'We are happy-we are fine
We are friend-we are nine!'
To kill one another we doth combine.
It's a nice view to see the
Blood flowing kissing the ground!
Cruel pleasures they got and are getting
And will continue getting.
Killing same species!
Game of killing will not end-
Whatever civilized group you are!
You'll invent more civilized weaponry
To kill in a more civilized manner!
Stones,knives,spears,swords,cannons,bombs,mines,cluster-bombs,water-boardings,gas chambers,atom-bombs and many more will come to kill you in many sophisticated way!
The whistle is blown-
And the players are in the field.
Slaughtering one another in pleasure
-The game continued.
'We are happy-we are fine
We are friend-we are nine!'
To kill one another we doth combine.
It's a nice view to see the
Blood flowing kissing the ground!
My heart locked in your hair!
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Singing in Ecstasy
| Singing in Ecstasy |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Nature |
|
At the waning day
I`m rowing my boat to my favorite home! The moon mixes its silvery light in great Love with the water... I,me,my boat,moon and the water Singing together in ecstasy!! |
Enigma's of Intimacy
| Enigma's of Intimacy |
| Poet: Sabidin Ibrahim |
| Category: Break up |
| I'm very near to you- Only seven ocean between us. And there are weighty waves,strange storms and cruel currents. We're so close- Only some great galaxies between us- And there are so many starry stars,plenty planets and saucy satellites in between! |
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