manob janom

moner vabnaguli baro elomelo hoye jay majhe majhe.kono dukkhohin dukkho bujhi dukkho bilasita..je pothyo jibon dayi tabe keno mone hoy ta majhe majhe jeno sadhin jibone badha ?abar jakhon colar chande ghure berai sei anondo sabtukui vuliye day khonik holeo sei anondo hoy amlan.ei khoniker tukro tukro anondo niyei to manus bece thake;caridiker sathota ,kajer abohela r asat pantha konotai tai r vabayna.seo sudhu khaniker britisna hoyei theke jay.sab dekhe sune ekta kathai mone hoy eri nam manus r era sabai ei prithibir ciriyakhanar harek rakom jantu.jar jar samoy maton sudhu khacar moddhye thake r bakira take baire theke parjobekkhan kare.abar taro jakhon samoy hoy seo takhon anyoder baire theke parjobekkhan kare.eri nam jibon.Shyamal Mitrer sei ganta bare barei mone hoy---jibon khatar proti patay jatoi lekho hiseb nikesh kichui rabe na.

bengalis adda

someone asked me whether bengalis adda is going to abolish ?i replied that i don't think so.actually there is silent change of formation.in our childhood we have no such a fast time in our life.we had the time for people like friends,relatives,neighbours.but in these days we couldn't maintain these types of relationship properly.even then adda is still in life but the formation of adda has been changed.like it becomes online more than offline.whether is it wrong/better than before?not at all.front present of one personality ,particularly in these relationships become more lively than online. but at the same time when we r losing to come out any time for them then it is not bad.but in the other side,when our friends .relatives r out of country/they have no connection with us for a long time,then obviously the online connection help us to search/connect them.i don't think then it is worst then than a offline.Basically adda has changed its form from one journey to another.it becomes more globalised.so,whts the matter whether it is online /offline.But if u told about those days of coffey house.the bengalis productive adda place.then Coffey house also lost its such previous statues of glamour.where so many people gathered together and continuing their addas day by day with taking a breath of their intelligent smoke.now people of bengal  r also health conscious like other states.they know cigarette smoking is injurious to health ,so the label in the wall  of prohibition of cigarette.now a days people thought that the productive add is no more in Bengal's Coffey house. i dont know what is truth /wrong.but it is true that still we r enjoying adda a lot in between our daily schedule.we r sharing tiffins like school days,marketing with fuchkas,watching cinemas(though not very regular).but adda is still exist like folgu river in our life.basically  it does not matter whatever busy life we lead in our life but we refresh ourselves by adda in each and every few seconds of work-break. so,long live bengalis adda.

JUDGEMENT

Sometime feeling very much depressed with the scattered news from media.What the statues of teachers in the society!!Are all those news are true (which they are producing) ?yes ,to some extents....At the same,our students should not be trapped (influenced) by irresponsible categories.Don't know what is true/wrong.If teachers are guilty,then the result of judgement is right.Always good/bad are existing in the same level of society.But listening the result somehow growing fellow feeling . One person who is serving society with his/her job has lots of dream to do level best.But suddenly feel struck by the incident and everything is empty by darkness for what he/she does/not..Teacher and students are the garland of society.Both of us would be same responsible do any worst with this relationship for our new generation. Then ,the result may/may not be instance for the society...it does not matter.

r they human!!

http://www.indianexpress.com/news/japanese-tourist-gangraped-at-bodh-gaya/607737/

Successful people help others who are slow in learning

It was a Sports Stadium.

Eight Children were standing on the track to participate in a running event.

* Ready! * Steady! * Bang !!!

With the sound of Toy pistol,

All eight girls started running.

Hardly had they covered ten to fifteen steps,

when one of the smaller girls slipped and fell down,

Due to bruises and pain she started crying.

When the other seven girls heard the little girl cry they stopped running, stood for a while and turned back.

Seeing the girl on the track they all ran to help.

One among them bent down, picked her up and kissed her gently

And inquired as to how she was..

They then lifted the fallen girl pacifying her.

Two of them held her firmly while all seven joined hands together and walked together towards the winning post........ ..

There was pin drop silence at the spectator's stand.

Officials were shocked.

Slow claps multiplied to thousands as the spectators stood up in appreciation.

Many eyes were filled with tears

And perhaps even God's!

YES.!! This happened in Hyderabad [ INDIA ], recently!

The sport was conducted by
National Institute of Mental Health.


All these special girls had come to participate in this event

They were spastic children.

Yes, they were Mentally Challenged.

What did they teach the WORLD.?

Teamwork.?

Humanity.?

Equality among all.??

Successful people help others who are slow in learning

So that they are not left far behind.



We never do this because we have brains !!!!

Boa Sr, the last speaker of the Bo language of the Andaman Islands, has died

The last speaker of an ancient tribal language has died in the Andaman Islands, breaking a 65,000-year link to one of the world's oldest cultures. Boa Sr, who lived through the 2004 tsunami, the Japanese occupation and diseases brought by British settlers, was the last native of the island chain who was fluent in Bo.
           Taking its name from a now-extinct tribe, Bo is one of the 10 Great Andamanese languages, which are thought to date back to pre-Neolithic human settlement of south-east Asia.Though the language has been closely studied by researchers of linguistic history, Boa Sr spent the last few years of her life unable to converse with anyone in her mother tongue.Even members of inter-related tribes were unable to comprehend the repertoire of Bo songs and stories uttered by the woman in her 80s, who also spoke Hindi and another local language.
           "Her loss is not just the loss of the Great Andamanese community, it is a loss of several disciplines of studies put together, including anthropology, linguistics, history, psychology, and biology," Narayan Choudhary, a linguist of Jawaharlal Nehru University who was part of an Andaman research team, wrote on his webpage. "To me, Boa Sr epitomised a totality of humanity in all its hues and with a richness that is not to be found anywhere else."
         The Andaman Islands, in the Bay of Bengal, are governed by India. The indigenous population has steadily collapsed since the island chain was colonised by British settlers in 1858 and used for most of the following 100 years as a colonial penal colony.
           Tribes on some islands retained their distinct culture by dwelling deep in the forests and rebuffing would-be colonisers, missionaries and documentary makers with volleys of arrows. But the last vestiges of remoteness ended with the construction of trunk roads from the 1970s.
         According to the NGO Survival International, the number of Great Andamanese has declined in the past 150 years from about 5,000 to 52. Alcoholism is rife among the survivors.
"The Great Andamanese were first massacred, then all but wiped out by paternalistic policies which left them ravaged by epidemics of disease, and robbed of their land and independence," said Survival International's director, Stephen Corry. "With the death of Boa Sr and the extinction of the Bo language, a unique part of human society is now just a memory. Boa's loss is a bleak reminder that we must not allow this to happen to the other tribes of the Andaman Islands."
        Boa Sr appears to have been in good health until recently. During the Indian Ocean tsunami, she reportedly climbed a tree to escape the waves. She told linguists afterwards that she had been forewarned. "We were all there when the earthquake came. The eldest told us the Earth would part, don't run away or move."

(©http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/feb/04/ancient-language-extinct-speaker-dies

In India, poor cancer patients rough it - latimes.com

""The American system is being copied here, unfortunately," said Dr. V. Shantha, chairwoman of the Cancer Institute in Chennai. "Now it's all about 'how much am I going to make from this patient.' "

That's left the poor scrambling for care at the few remaining public or charitable trust hospitals, including Tata Memorial, which handles 43,000 new cancer patients annually, most for a nominal fee."
It's only human can make money out of dyeing patients.     Read this pathetic story here

In India, poor cancer patients rough it - latimes.com

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ek tukro smriti

manus baro bicitromoy...nijer dike takaleo majhe majhe taai mone hoy.ki cay se r ki acoron kore taa hoyto baa nijei janea;ba jene suneo bokaa hoye thake.jodio gyan arjoner jonye boka hoye thakar paddhoti tiii sabceye upojogi.jibone tahole anek notun kichu jana jay,abiskar kora jay.mon sab samoy hoyto baa amader sathe thake na,tabuo emn anek kichui korte hoy ba mene nite hoy.ki hobe r ki hoyechilo eii ghurnaabarte sudhui ghure jaai amraa;r samoy o ses hoye jaay jiboner.jiboner samoy je baroi alpo....'kato kichu korar chilo ..kato kichu bolaar chilo'...na eta ekebare amar moner katha holeo kathagulo amar banano noy;sabarii poricito ganer koli.ektai to jibon,tabu kemn jeno hocoth kheye kheye bachi amra.kato kichu samikaron melabaar cesta kori athocho parina;abar cesta kori kakhono hoyto ba mile jay takhon mone hoy prithibita amar.abar ultota holei sab kemn biswad thaeke.
eto kichur modhyeo amader asepaser manusgulor kirti kalap dekhe kakhono khoob hasi,kakhono ba rag kori,abar jhagraao kori.jibon to probahomaan eta to vulle cholbe na..
ei guru gamvir alocanateo ekta chotto ghatonar katha khoob mone hocche--
ami giyechilm laundry theke kapor ante,r sekkhane dokaaner malik r ami dujonei khata dekhe naam uddhar korar cesta korchi...kothay ache amar naamta;ekbar...du baar ...er modhye pase dariye chilo oi malikerii helper... se bollo oito naam dekha jacche...anek kasto kore bujhte holo je ota amaar naam!!jai hok ami jante chailam ota ovabe ke likheche?se mucki mucki haste haste bollo...asole ota to amaarii lekha chilo[:D]satyii to !!! jaar lekha se chara r keuii uddhar korte parlo na!!
ei lekhar byapare ro ekta galpo ache----
(amar nijer lekhao atyonto kharap)amar ek bondhu bolechilo je taar sir taake jigyes korechilen je ei hather lekha ke porte parbe?se jhatapot uttor diyechilo je amar lekhar otai boisotito sir jake likhbo se chara r keui porte parbe na.

fear...the natural character of human being

Fear is the foremost part of Living being,particularly for human being.
satyii manuser coritrer sabtheke ascoryer dik amar mone hoy 'VOY'.ek priya kobir ekta lekha pore seta abaro mone pore gelo.mrityu voy khoob sanghatik;tabu je sab samoy amra mrityuvoyii paai ta noy;bece thakar nuhurtogulo kakhon je bivinno voyer grase joriye pore eta satyii bojha daay...eta to khoobii satyii---'kehi rahi naai/rhibo naai/rohibona iti.ei vabo rango.vumitale,sarbe nijo nijo/avinoy saari/basoribe?kaalbele.'..keuiii thake na thakar jonye aaseo na,ekhane thakbe na ,ei ranga martovumir.sabaai nijo nijo avinoy sere samoy holei chole jaabe.eje kato baro satyii!tabu mone hoy amaar voy bodhhay ta noy;jibone sabthek voy hoy amar samparko vangar voy.se je rakomii hok na keno.r jodi hoy ta kono bises samparko takhon ta ro kaster..rabi thakurer marano tuhu mama shyam o samaan ...eta upolobdhi korar maton manoshikota katojoner ache ta abosyoi vebe dekhar bisoy...antoto amar to ekhono hoyni.jodio sab samoy bes sahosi mone kori nijeke ...mrityu voy nei bole styii ki nei!!ekebare nei ta bodh hoy noy;tabe keno rasta diye cholar samoy sabdhane edik odik dekhe choli!kenoi ba osudh khaoar age tar tarikh nirikkhon kori!!baaa kono khaoar packet er tarikh parjobekkhon kori!!erakom ro hoyto anek ache,tabe jei voyta satyii kabu kore day ta holo sustho vabe bece thaka....jiboner niswas jatodin thakbe tatodin jeno matha kaj korate pari,tatodin jeno hath -pa sacol rekehe kaje lagate pari....jeno amar chatro chatrider sathe tader amar avigyata share korte parii.....ei voyer graseii je thaki.janine satiii vobisyat ki bolche?oije priyo lekhok /kobir katha bolchilm..tini amader parom shroddhyeo Buddhadeb Guha...sei lekhatai James Joys er A Potrait of Dorian Gray er ekti uddhriti diyechen---'To live,to err,to face,to triumph,to recreate life out of life';abaar Walt Whitman er Leaves of Grass er je uktiguli likhechen---
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was,it led forward life,and
Does not wait at the
End to arrest it,
And ceased the moment life appeared
All goes onward and onward...nothing collapses,
and to die is different from anyone supposed ,
and luckier.
uddhriti jai thak na keno manus mrityu voy pabei etaai manuser manus howar prothom poricoy.sei ajana acena jayga ja se ekaai vog korbe,jekhane kono atmiyo bondhur jayga nei,kemn hobe sei jayga?kichu na paoar asa thakle amra jemn sab sei sarbo saktimaaner hathe chere diii---

sandhya holo go--o ma,sandhya holo buke dharo.
atol kaalo sneher majhe dubiye amay snigdho karo.
firiye ne ma,feeriye ne go--sab se kothay hariyeche go
chorano ei jibon,tomar andhar majhe hok na jaro.
aar amare bahire tomaar kothao jeno jayna dekha.
tomaar rate milak amaar jibon sanjher rasmirekha.
aamay ghiri,aamay cumi,kebol tumi,kebol tumi--
amaar bole ja ache maa,tomaar kore sakol haro.