MAN FOR MAN

‘Man is for man’, ‘life is for life’-How much true this sentence I don’t know. If man is for man ; then why hundred of children are in deprive of the light of education? Why people are deprived of their basic right. I am taking Computer and English training from Narijibon Project. Some of our friends collect money from there. Our aim was to go to malibagh relget slums. We had bought 12 packets of biscuits and 24 packets or saline before going there. I had never gone in slums before. There I saw people very nearly. I found there how people is struggling with live for living. There they are spending their life with various problems. Every family has different kinds of sufferings there. Some are divorced, some cannot send their children to the school for want of money, some cannot eat to fulfill their belly. There they are passing their life in a unhygienic environment. There are no good arrangement of water and no advantage of electricity. Can’t we stand beside these helpless people? Can’t we make these people laughing ? I have a dream of a new Bangladesh where every child of Bangladesh will receive their basic right . Where the people will not deprive of their need . Come with us and let’s make a beautiful Bangladesh and engage ourselves for this purpose.

A True Incident

This is Choity here. Recently I completed my honors course. I went to malibagh for computer training. For this, I have to make journey by bus. I went to Gulistan bus stop and then caught the bus of malibagh. Here I want to describe a memorable moment in my life. I and my friend Ratna stayed in Gulistan bus stop. We were waiting for the bus of malibagh. Suddenly a bus was coming. We thought the bus will cross us. But the bus didn't cross us. It was coming quickly towards us. We were so much lucky to be alive. In that moment I thought I was no more. The RAB Officer was behind me. But he did not do any thing. Then I thought where I lived. There is no security of life. Do you have to leave our life in this way?

তুমি সুন্দর

তুমি সুন্দর
তাইতো প্রিয় তোমার পানে চেয়ে রই
তুমি সুন্দর
দুর নীলিমার মত।

A day preserved in my memory

Life is a combination of many different incidents. In this short life there may be happened unnatural event, that may make crying to people or some memorable events make-us happy. Still such an event is restored in my heart. The day was 14th February in 2008. Many of my dreams have come true in this day. I am a reciter. I work in the Bikuntho group in the center of T.S.C. So many cultural programs are held in SHAID MINNAR during the whole February month. The “Sommilito Sangscritic Jott” called us on 14th February. We performed first at Shahid Minar on 14th February. We were 8 members in our group. We practiced for the last time before gong to start reciting when we steped in the stage for performing at 5p.m then there was language movement in 1952, 21 February, mas people cop in 1069, liberation war were in my mind. I was so much exited at the time of reciting. After reciting I could not express my feelings of joy. That time my feeling was like this:
“Hridoy amar nachere
Ajike Moyur-er moto nach-re
Hridoy nache-re praptir ullash-e”
(“My heart dances
Dances today like peacock
Heart dances in the joy of gain”)
I can not measure gain of this day. On that day the other attraction was the valentines day. So when we started for SHAID MINAR wearing black sharis then people around were very surprised. At last I can say that “ It is the most memorable day in my life. I will never forget it.”

Tumi ki kebol-e chobi!(Are u only photo)

When I see this photo, then I remember, Robindhro music(Tumi ki kebol-e chobi) are u only photo? Is drawing only paper? I think photo is a total poem. Like poem photo also express joy-pain-love. Eyes can show what ur heart says, photo also says about the talk of our life. This photo is first photo in my photography class. To see this photo , I am satisfied. Because photo is portrait in our life.

Portrait of Choity at Sonargaon

Picture by Rahima Akter Hira

The pride of Proud's father

Nurul Islam is a vegetable-seller. All day a long he used to carry the basket of vegetables to sell it door to doors. There are five members in his family. Mr. Nurul Islam, his parents, his wife and his only son Rafiqul Islam. Nurul Islam bears the educational expenses of his son very hardly. Meanwhile, Rafiqul Islam passed the Higher education exam.

After passing the secondary School certificate Exam he bears his own expenses. Rafiqul teach the students as a tutor. He deposited lump sum from his earning money and left over gives his parents. Besides, his study he learns guitar and sing sung. He has a band group in his locality. He earns extra money by singing in bridal and birthday party. Everybody loves him for his politeness. He attends in the victory day party. After passed B.A he was practicing law. Now he is a lawyer. He might come forward. Nurul Islam becomes proud to see his son's success. By dint of his hard works his son has become a full fledged man. Rafiqul Islam might not be a high official. But Nurul Islam is highly satisfied with the progress of Rafiqul Islam. Rafiqul Islam could satisfy his parents. Rafiqul Islam works hard to see the smile face of his father. I want to give information in my writing that a lot of families are being expenses a lot of money for the bright future of their children. But there are a lot of children which are wasting their times without education and giving bluff their parents.

I want to give information to those friends that their parents are expending money for their children without taking food. So, all should know the pains of the parents to become the active like Rafiqul Islam. They will be able to reach the goal and then becomes the parents will be satisfied.