Monday, September 21, 2009

NIght at the tiger's kingdom

I am a real novice in writing a journey story. Here is a sample as follows:

That was late February. There was still touch of winter in the weather. BDR rebellion in Dhaka made us become confused to go to the trip. But in spite of every barrier finally we managed to go because of initiative of senior guys in our office. We started off from Sukrabad at 10.00 PM. The bus was on the way to Khulna. But my mind went to last time trip at Sunderban two years ago. The bus journey time almost finished feeling nostalgia of the last trip.

Then the launch journey came. We sat in the launch according to our desire. Old memories came to my mind frequently as the launch moved on. Even the noises from my colleagues didn't touch myself. I thought of watching tiger two years ago last trip.

That time I with one of my friends felt to watch the tiger but finally came to us as a hallucination later. That roar might be thunder of clouds. We swam in a pond which was the source of water to drink for the tiger (didn’t get any proof).”Amit, it’s time to lunch”- I came to realty hearing these words from one of my colleague. The climate of the sunderban was really different. Time was passed so quickly………..

After lunch, I with my colleagues played cards (I am renowned as a novice player in my friend circle :) ). The launch stopped a number of times because of permission of forest office which really annoyed me that time. The trip was going to be too lengthy.

The noon came but still didn’t get light in kochikhali. I was watching sky laying the deck of the launch. The moon, stars seemed to be more closer like Vashani Nobo theatre. I was bathing with the light of the moon. I felt myself as a intruder between these two mammoth giants (sky, sea). But the prosaic rain hampered my enjoyment. I had to go inside the launch. But still didn’t know that time what kind of experience I was facing near future.

But darkness came so quickly that as if Hekate (triple-faced goddess of darkness from a pre-Greek stratum of mythology) swallowed the noon and the stars. Everything seemed to be mirage. The launch was wondering b’cause of roar of Amphitrite. It was a really tough to maintain the launch for the sailor. Most of the persons prayed the omnipotent one to rescue from this danger.But brutality of nature did not make us stop from its wicked ideas. We switched off the search light a couple of times. Finally, we managed to reach our destination point “Tiger Point”.

A mixed impression came at the first step of “Tiger Point”. The time can be easily shifted to a couple of thousand years if no modern dresses and launch existed. We were instructed to step forward and go to an old cottage. Wasting no more time I was proceeding through the cottage alone. Passing a bridge when I was about to go inside main gate of the cottage, someone shouted,” Do not walk alone.” A cool feeling passed through my heart.

The guide told us that a tiger’s cub had been killed a number of days before. That’s why a tigress was too vindictive and always wandered through this region. I was bound to agree his words for that circumstance. In the mean time, the rest of my colleagues came and we all entered into the cottage.After dinner and “Adda”, all of us went to their individual room. I was laying but couldn’t sleep. Why we slept where our purpose was traveling? My adventurous entity became stronger. I with that colleague left the room around 3.00 AM in that cold night. A pin drop silent was around there. We were taking down steps of the cottage. Our guide told us not to cross the main gate. But who’s care!!!!! We were stepping forward to the main gate. Every moment felt like a year. Both of us were sweating at that cool weather. Today we may success and remove failure of my last trip one. That day, hallucination might be today’s reality. Finally we went outside the main gate after a lot of anxiety. But the feelings remained bitter after a couple of steps. But curiosity was going to be fear for the movement of a number of bushes

We returned back. That time we talked to the night guys and heard a number of interesting stories. They told us not to move at the late night without a stick. They also shared us the stories about tiger related to the cottage. A tiger came to 2nd floor and took a guy around 16 years ago. I was really frightened to hear this story. May be we were no more if we were not lucky enough.

Next day we left tiger point and went a number of spots in Sunderban. But still I never forget that night experience.

Monday, August 11, 2008


In Ramayana, after the death of Ravana, Vibhisbana fell at the feet of Rama and said, "Swami, I never aspired to be the King of Lanka. I only wanted my brother to give up his bad qualities. I pray to you to take over the Kingdom of Lanka."

All the demons also came and prayed to Rama that he should become King of Lanka.

Lakshman also supported them saying, "Brother, Bharatha is already ruling over Ayodhya. Even if you return to Ayodhya, you may not be crowned as the King.

So, I request you to take over this kingdom and transform all the rakshasas. Lanka is full of golden mansions. Where else can you find such a beautiful place? I will be very happy if you rule over this Kingdom."

Rama lovingly took Lakshman close to him and said,

"Lakshman, how could you get such a silly desire? Just because one's mother is ugly, can he call any other beautiful woman as his mother? Even though my country is poor compared to Lanka, I still consider it as my mother. Lanka may be full of gold, but I don't want it"!!



What a tremendous patriotism Lord Rama had for his own kingdom Ayodhya! He respected and adored his kingdom like his own "mother" as, any country we belong to becomes our "motherland" since we have been nurtured and brought up in that country, like how a mother nurtures her child.

We should develop this kind of love and faith towards our country. Parents and teachers should inculcate such spirit of patriotism in their children and students. We should declare wholeheartedly with a sense of pride that this is my country, this is my mother tongue.

A man's country is not a certain area of land, of mountains, rivers, and woods, but it is a principle and patriotism is loyalty to that principle.Unless our conception of patriotism is progressive, it cannot hope to embody the real affection and the real interest of the nation.

We should love and serve our homeland; at the same time not hate or hurt the homeland of others. We should not indulge in criticizing other countries or people belonging to other nations. Having trust and faith in our own country, we won't try to put down any other country. We should never bring grief or sorrow to our country. To have pride in our own motherland is important.

There are millions of educated men and women all over the world, but how many really benefit or contribute to the society's progress? We are utilising our education for our own selfishness and self-interest alone.We have to eschew selfishness and self-interest and make our education useful by resolving to serve the society and our country,for its progress and development.That way we should make the best use of our education we have recieved.

Let us respect and revere our elders and our country and set an ideal to humanity.Let our conduct befit the degrees we have acquired.Education is meant to broaden the mind.Education and discrimination should go hand in hand. The prosperity of the nation depends on the progress we make in the field of education.The future of the nation rests on the students and the dynamic youths a nation produces and nurtures.

Every Nation has stocked plenty of wealth for us. What is this wealth? It is the spirit of sacrifice, which can be acquired through service to society. BUET is such a source to produce genius guys.But unfortunately,most of their intention is to survive themselves abroad,not settle in own country. Even our respectable teachers also inspired us to do that.Like my other classmates,i also want to go abroad. But is it right? Our general public taught us free in our university life but can we take any kind of responsibility to others? As a software engineer,we can't take any kind of attempt to build software industry? Finally writing this blog, i urge all my friends to take a look at our country development. Even if u go abroad,rethink of my request.


Thursday, August 07, 2008

tortoise story

Once upon a time a number of tortoises stayed near a narrow canal. They are involved themselves in different types of activities including playing, fighting, hunting etc. Their main purpose is how they can survive their lives avoiding boringness.
One day, they decide to make some plans avoiding boringness. They plan to traverse the great river. So, a tortoise named Andrew made a plan with his friends to go there. When he reached the bank of the river, he watched the river looked like Crimson River. His all mates also want to reach the river. Some of them are about to reach, others make all kind of formalities to traverse it. Some of them are about to start but a huge wave hamper their journey. Unfortunately none can tell what kind of reception they are waiting for.

Can we say??????????????

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

My current status-2

Once a night,i was in front of a mountain.

Water went from up to down in the mountain.The mountain was loaded with water and field with moonlight.It is like that nature made herself really awesome.Natural beasts were also matched with this circumstances.Though full of beauty allover which really compared to the heaven,i thought myself as a helpless. The total beauty could not amuse me.That time i was really interested to see the moon.But what a play of nature!!!!!!!!!!That day she probably planned to castigate myself.I was going to become canker not to see any vantage point in this capacious place.I tried my best to watch moon but i finally failed.The mountain fully covered the moon.Finally i thought that once a day i couldn't sing because of brutality behavior of nature .But today at least i felt the existence of moon.

Probably,One day i shall get my achievement.............................

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

My current status

Once upon a time, I was in front of a cascade…….

As a nature, I tried to sing songs which were gone with the wind.

I read a poem “The arrow and the song” written by H W Longfellow in my childhood where the eternal meaning was like “Good approach makes people happy but bad approach never do it”. But that day I couldn’t understand the event. All on a sudden the drizzling started which made me wet. I even didn’t try myself to protect from that. Even heavy rain couldn’t break my concentration. I tried my best to sing in the rain. But nature was too brutal to me trying to break my desire in all points of view. Finally like all wars between nature and human, nature won her own way. The cantata sung by me was lost in the wind and made me frustrated.

I thought that nature was too much cruel to me that day but was it applicable for that day?

I am searching that answer…………….