We and our neighbour---now?

Indo-Pak relation is going to drastically fall for break the cease-fire. But it is not first time, several times it was happen. Many Indian soldiers died, captured, killed brutally.

Pakistan is a part of India before independence; the people of Pakistan have no difference with Indian.  But two nation theory, theory of difference between Indian Hindu and Indian Muslim. We know it is a game of rotten politics National congress and Muslim league. Which rise with power love of leader and the interest of British.  

After independence we see four wars between two countries. India wins these all, Pakistan lost his eastern part (now Bangladesh). But they continue pseudo war, help separatist movement, especially in Kashmir. The always try to disturb India, peace and unity of India.

India is rising super power of the world, Pakistan is a small and terrorist infested country. The poor, devastating people forget about their development. Leader and ISI, army always try to play India card. They do not want war, just try to break, separate the India. Religious harmony is going to destroy by Pakistan in our country.

Pakistan is a country, where democracy is dead. Most of times after independence they are leave under army rule.  Cripple democratic govt. can’t do anything under pressure of ISI, army, terrorist and religious conservative.     

Our misfortune some leader of our country want only peace talks with Pakistan. They don’t think about country, they think about vote box. But who did not want peace why we continue peace talk with them. This shame of a sovereign country, that our soldier died and we think about peace talk. If a dog bites you, should not bite this dog, but beat. Offence is the best defense; we should show deterrence Pakistan in every aspect. We keep peace, but when our brother died and we only think about peace this is shameful. 

Rishi Aurobindo Talent Group - my organization and my Institution

I can remember this day when I first went for scout camp at Kurseong at 1999. From Howrah district of West Bengal, total 13 boys and 2 girls went there. I became the fond of Scouting. My scout group name was Rishi Aurobindo Scout Group. Then I went many camps some district level, state level, group level. I became the organizer and trainer of the group. I got Rover leader training (senior group of scout-age from 18 to 25 years) under Bharat Scouts and Guide, at Ganganagar (West Bebgal District Scout camp site). I went to Azimganj, Narit, Birnagar etc for scout camp and outing. Even my school The Vivekananda Institution also became a camp site.

 

We every year make a grand celebration of 15^th August, the Independence day of India. A colorful road rally of many pipe band teams, school teams, NCC, Civil Defense and many others sports teams and NGO groups join here. Thousands people join in this rally.

Every year we organize cultural program like Tagore birth ceremony, Bijoya Sammiloni (a get together after Duraga Puja); organize sports; Join in social service etc. Apart from these we join in 26^th January Republican Day 

parade and cultural ceremony organize by Howrah District magistrate office. This is also a competition, we several time win first prize in cultural program and parade.

From 2007 we change our group name and format. Now we are Rishi Aurobindo Talent Group. But still we try to continue the chronicle of sports, culture and service.

And I, I learn organization from this group. Leadership, Cultural performance, program arrange, tour arrange, public speaking, speech etc. I learn from this group. I got many good friend here, they are still with me-Rajendra Ghosh, Kaustuv Mukherjee, Dibyendu Mukherjee etc. Rajendra or Rajen is my friend from school life, and then he pushes me in this group. Rajen,s father Radha Gobindo Ghosh is secretary of this group. He is a great organizer, we known him as Bultuda. Now we are busy with our job so we can’t give too much time for this group. But Bultuda still continue. He is main life of this group. I got friends some older or younger than me, like Shibabrata Ghosh, Sanat Pyne, Bijit Bannerjee, Abhijeet Bannerje or Shenkoda, Sovan Mukherjee, Sujoy Chakraborty, Suvendu Nandi, Sarnendu Mukherjee and many others; And above all my respectable Nilabrata Mukherjee and Basudeb Rit.  

Still I am with this group; I do not go there regularly. Because of my job, cultural program; now I am work and perform with many others cultural groups. But still I remember this small ground and children; their play, song, smile and shout; their small anger, fight, sad and cry. 

Tarapith Tour...........

Tarapith is a renowned holy place for pilgrims of West Bengal. It so popular to Hindu devotee. According to Hindu mythology when God Shiva took his wife Sati’s dead body on shoulder and run throughout the world. Whole world going to demolish by his anger. Then God Vishnu tries to disappear Sati’s deadbody for decrease of Shiva’s anger. Vishnu cut the body of Sati by Sudarshan Chakra (weapon of Vishnu). On that time Sati’s eye ball was drop at Tarapith. Tara means eyeball and pith means holy place. This place also memorable for famous devotee sadhu and monk Bamakhyapa.

Few weeks ago I went to Tarapith and Shantiniketan. You know my previous blog about holi or dol at shantiniketan. At Tarapith we did and saw puja in Tara temple. We went to Smasan (Crematorium) atbank of Dwaraka River. This area totally dark, very few people go there. We saw the place of immolation. Cottage of kapalik (a monk or saint, who work with death and dead body) here you can take only candle and torch. There have no electric light. Tarapith is very famous for their very cheap and good food. You get here very good sweets like lancha and kalojam. We see the sight of Mundamalitala temple, Bharat sevasram sangha temple, house of Bamakhyapa etc. I went Tarapith after ten years and saw how this area changes and upgraded to modernity.          

Dol or Holi at Shantiniketan

Dol or holi is the festival of colour. It is a very popular and wonderful festival of Indian culture. All over India it is celebrated. Shantiniketan is an educational and cultural institute. It was founded by Rabindranath Tagore. Rabindranath start this Dol utsav or Basanta utsav (holi festival or spring festival) at Shantiniketan. This year I want and see and take part in this festival.

 No water colour, no balloons with coloured water, no coloured spray used her. People use only abir         (phag or coloured powder). Evening of previous day of Dol festival start with Baitalik (a cultural program of Tagore song). From morning thousands of people come and join in this festival. Shantiniketan without Tagore and song just a moonless full moon night. It is start with Tagore dance and song performed by student of Viswavarati Shantiniketan.

 They come with dancing and singing. Every year this program held at inside of Viswavarati campus. But this year it is held at Purbapalli math or Bhubandanga math (ground). People came with yellow dress (sari for women Payjama and Panjabi for men). They mark by abir on their forehead and cheek. When cultural program complete we start coloured each others. We through abir at sky. Whole sky was change from indigo to multicoloured sky. Unknown people also came gave abir to us and we also greet them with colours. People danced and sang. Total area just became a colorful musical picture.

In evening we see the dance drama of Tagore, named Shapmochan (erase the evil boon). This is a fabulous dance drama performed by student of Viswavarati. This day is being remarkable in my memory for whole life.     

Love in my view

Love is the countdown, a cold wave down in your heart; love is count up, a hot wave up to  your heart. Why? We don’t know why it’s happen? No one know when it’s come and when it’s go. All moment you can think, want, see, dream of love but it’s not happen. But suddenly like rain in desert, sunbeam from black cloud- love come to us. It’s come irresponsible of age, height, figure, hair, face cutting, colour, mustache, beard, dress, money, education, country, religion etc.

When it’s come through path of money, wealth, name, fame-is it loves? No it is compromise. If any love you as you are that is love. But ………………

What about me, love is just not come. Come but it’s just an illusion. Love come, I drowned and lost in happiness. But once I realized it just a dream. My wake up and love lost. I did not accused her, what she think she do that. But why she came, if she not its good for me.

Now after long day I think what’s happen it is good for both. Because love is immortal, but not lover. Live with quarrel, better separation. Now I am happy I think she also. So many times I want good love but it is not possible. Because when I want shower I got hot sun. I want to bath but burn.

No dear reader I don’t want to tell this sad love story of me. I want happiness and prosperity in love of all. I believe one day me got this immortal. Every man and women who did not find it or lost it, they find it in their life time. Love could not find out of world, it’s born and grow only in earth. We hope for this day when all people love others. Love for human being, love for all creature, for nature for earth.       

My school ‘The Vivekananda Institution’

We live in new days but do not forget our past. Like my school –my school ‘The Vivekananda Institution’. Swami Vivekananda was one of renowned reformer of not only Bengal, also India. We know him as a religious and social reformer. He gave a prestigious place to Hindu Religion, Indian culture. When he delivered his historical speech on the stage of world religious conference at Chicago, USA in 1893. He was founder of Ramakrishna Mission.

At 1922 our school was established in Howrah, at Kasundia Road. Then in 1926 it was sifted to Netaji Subhas Road. At last in 1957 it was sifted to new address, that is 7/8 Naskar Para Lane, now it is Known as Swami Vivekananda Road. This is one of the best school of Howrah. In spite of many obstacle, financial problem, glorious saga of this school still flow. Many scholars, famous man once read in this school. In future they spread their precious work to whole country.  

I am a very ordinary student of this school, I started my school life in 1987 from class one. I attached with this school till twelfth standard.

First day, when I go to this school for admission test with my grandpa, and uncle- I was cried loudly for didn’t go into the school room. Any way then I passed this test, and took admission. This was morning schedule.

I got some friend in this school. At first which school I did not like, after some day I am waiting eagerly for school time. I was fond of choto bari (new and small school building), Boro bari (Old and big school building), school ground and play there. Till today I remember the love and scold of teachers. One day at Tiffin time I ran through suddenly I stuck with a teacher. I felt afraid for scolded but I strange to see he smiled and handshake with me.    

I liked school library, every week we got a book for reading. Many story book I read from this library. We always eager for tiffin break, no not for food for play. In rainy day we also played in ground. After school time sometimes we did not want to go home, for play. Because this type of big play ground really rare in Howrah city.

Classes one to four are morning section, and class five to twelve day section. At morning section when science lab was locked, we climbed to outer window of lab from outside of building for saw the Skeleton of man at biology lab. One day my guardian called for my fault, I was accused for hit a boys ear and make bleeding. I remember that I said another boy told me so I did it. Teacher told in front my mother, if your friend told for jump to fire, are you do that?    

I liked specially literature, history and geography. For love to literature I joined at sahity sava (literary meet) at school. Where I wrote some poem and short stories in Bengali. I was fond of recitation from this time. Till today I am with recitation and anchoring for this day’s experience and remembrance.       

Every year alumni students are arranged alumni associations, every year I could not go there. But when I go I still recall this gold plated school days.     

Howrah is my hometown

 

Howrah is my city; it is district town of same name district. It is the smallest district among 18 districts of west Bengal. Howrah city is twin city of Kolkata, now Howrah considered within greater Kolkata (Kolkata metropolitan).  Yet Howrah is the city of 500 years old, when Kolkata just 323 years old. According to history when Job charnock (administrator of British east India Company)came to Bengal in 1690, he choose uluberia (a place of Howrah district on the bank of Ganges river) for established their business house. But it was not possible for obstruction, came from local people. Then he went to Kolkata another side of river Bhagirathi (river Ganges), which was the foundation of Kolkata city. Howrah is the second largest city of west Bengal. The name itself is possibly derived from a village named Harirah which was located in or about the site of modern day Howrah City. Howrah municipality started their administration from 1862.

                                            

In Howrah city’s locality like shibpur, salkia, ramkrishnapur, B-garden, chatterjehat, santragachi, ramrajatala, jagacha, dasnagar, belgachia, betor, baksara, belur, ghusuri, liluh, malipanchghara, bantra, kadamtala etc. We live at chatterjeehat area. My ancestors lived in east Bengal. 1947, at time of independence of India. Bengal divided in two parts; east Bengal became the part of Pakistan. From escape from communal riot near about 5 million refugees came to west Bengal. Then my ancestors also settle down in here. We are the third generation of this unfortunate people who uprooted from their old home. Anyway, Howrah is my town, I born and grows up here.

                                            

I love my city very much. It is an old city, narrow road, clumsy market place, traffic problems, but stills I like this city for life. This city once called coolie town. But a city of industries, many small, mediocre, big industries once fulfills this city. But now many of them just remain like ruined history. It is a city of culture, sports and educations. Bengal engineering and Science University is second oldest engineering college of India. Belur math, the head quarter of Ramakrishna Mission, established by Swami Vivekananda. Botanical garden of India (here you can see great banyan tree), Howrah station-largest railway station of eastern India situated in this city. Veteran writers, Poets, actors of theater, film actors-actresses, historians, musicians, players born in this city.

                                               

This is my howrah, my beloved city. I like her with all odds. I wander this city from one side to another. I like her smell, test, scene, sound, touch, smile, cry, prestige, honour, insult, fear, craziness, shouting, whispering, order, request all. Water logged city, mud ways, scorching sun flooded road, dim lighted road, foggy park all are my favorite. Her rendezvous n music, festivals n puja, and recitation n theater- I admire. Often this city is generous, often ferocious; love others and scold. I love her, hate her; respect her, criticized her. But above all I say-in any position, any situation, and any circumstances its’ mine.