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Monday, May 17, 2010

[ALOCHONA] Jadu

Jadu dekbe bhai,jadu?
Ki bollay, ichay korche na?
Mon kharap?
Paani nai?
Current nai?
Gash nai?

Aray dhur, ki hoyeche taatay?
Shuno, tomra dui bhagay bhag hou toh.
Ebar ordhek jonogoshthi chokh bondho koray chinta koro tomader Khaleda achay, Zia achay;
Aar baki ordhek chinta koro tomader Hasina achay, Mujib achay...

Ki, bhalo lagchay na!
Furfura lagchay na!…
Jadu dekhecho bhai, jadu!
Naam niley shob shomosh sha kabu!

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Re: [world_peace_movement] RE: [ALOCHONA] Rabindranath:enemy of Bangladesh People n humanity



Rabindranath was also a enemy of Banla language.He opposed bangla as state language of india (OKHONDO).
His political philosophy was to establish a hindu relijion based Country . which should includ bangladesh n pakistan .(please go through Tegore's Poem SIBAJI UTSOB)


--- On Sun, 5/16/10, Salahuddin Ayubi <s_ayubi786@yahoo.com> wrote:

From: Salahuddin Ayubi <s_ayubi786@yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: [world_peace_movement] RE: [ALOCHONA] Rabindranath:enemy of Bangladesh People n humanity
To: world_peace_movement@yahoogroups.com
Date: Sunday, May 16, 2010, 6:30 AM

 
I do not dispute the genius of Tagore as a poet littereture but I dislike him as a person. He was against the development of East Bengal. He was opposed to have an university in Dhaka fro where my dad got his masters. This may not have been otherwise possible.
 
           He was also opposed to the division of Bengal amd our national anthem was written  opposing the partition of Bengal.  Partition of Bengal was not accepted in 1905 but was accepted in 1947 . . Partition of Bengal opened the door to prosperity of the East Bengalis, which Tagore never wanted.
                                     Ayubi

--- On Sun, 5/16/10, mosharraf khokon <mosharrafkhokon@ yahoo.com> wrote:

From: mosharraf khokon <mosharrafkhokon@ yahoo.com>
Subject: [world_peace_ movement] RE: [ALOCHONA] Rabindranath: enemy of Bangladesh People n humanity
To: world_peace_ movement@ yahoogroups. com, mukto-mona@yahoo. com, mukto_mona@yahoo. com, alochona@yahoogroup s.com, khabor@yahoogroups. com, sonarbangladesh@ yahoogroups. com, voice-of-south@ yahoogroups. com, odhora@yahoogroups. com, muslim-professional s@yahoogroups. com, bangladesh-zindabad @yahoogroups. com, amra-bangladeshi@ yahoogroups. com, notun_bangladesh@ yahoogroups. com
Date: Sunday, May 16, 2010, 10:36 AM

 

Dear Friends,

 

Dr. Ahmed Sharif was a Nastik. He was never a supporter of Razakar. I am not against Rabindranath's poems, short story, songs etc and hate Auyub Khan, Yahiya, Bhutto. Those writings give me a lot of pleasures but true are that Rabindranath was not the poet of the common peoples both Hindu & Muslims like Nazrul.

 

Politically he was very much biased. May be that was his limitation. He was guided by Bed, Uponishod. He didn't know Islam and Muslim well.


Bongbanga was supported by then east Bengal farmers (most of them was Muslims) and opposed by Kolkatta Jomidar (Rabindranath was also a Jomidar) and Rabindranath had supported them and had written "Amar Shonar Bangla" in favor of those oppressor Jomidar.


He proposed Hindi as the national Language of India instead of Bangla but Dr. Shhidullah had opposed as the roots of Hindi was Samakrti dominated by Hinduism. If Hindi was the national language who will reads all his writings? No body.

 

We should know the true history first then decide what we should accept or not.

 

Mosharraf Khokon

--- On Sat, 5/15/10, J.A. Chowdhury <Chwdhury@hotmail. com> wrote:


From: J.A. Chowdhury <Chwdhury@hotmail. com>
Subject: RE: [ALOCHONA] Rabindranath: enemy of Bangladesh People n humanity
To: alochona@yahoogroup s.com
Date: Saturday, May 15, 2010, 10:40 AM

 
 
 
After established of DU, Rabindronath Tagore came in DU Campus in 1922. He wrote his song "Jokon Porbe na Mor Payer Chinno....." Hemonto Mukopadday came in Dhaka just week before of his death in 1989. In Jogonnath Hall Mall, Hemonto said...Robindronath wrote this song here and now I am singing it here.(with Boudi).
 
We know Robindronath always MEANS Greater Bangladesh, not east Bengal or west Bengal. His Bengal was Noakhali to Shiliguri, Barishal to Medinipur, He never think separately east Bengal. We feel proud he was our Poet, poet of Bengal.
We should not say he is a great poet of Subcontinent. We should say Kobi Guru is our Poet. Indian Pakistani or other country's people can say- Robindronath is a poet of subcontinent.
 
Robindronath is a world poet "Bisso-kobi" minimum 5 countries national Anthon written by Rabindronath, India Nepal Srilanka Maldip and Bangladesh. If anybody say Rabindranath was an enemy of Bangladesh people and humanity.... we know, they are nobody except- Paki minded Rajakar who want "Pak sar jamin shad bad" instead of Amar Sonar Bangla.
 
J.A.Chowdhury

 

 

To: alochona@yahoogroup s.com
From: aminul_islam_ raj@yahoo. com
Date: Tue, 11 May 2010 21:28:59 -0700
Subject: Re: [ALOCHONA] Rabindranath: enemy of Bangladesh People n humanity



Mr Muhosin Ali,
I have showed how rabindranath is a enemy of Humanity n people of Bangladesh.I presented some facts. These are not created by me.First I came to know about this by Dr Ahmed Sharif  . In one of his article published  in Uttoradhikar , a literary quarterly of Bang la Academy. It is noted that Mr Sharif was one of those who came forward in support of Rabindranath when there was a strong propaganda against Rabindra nath.Dr sarif Showed How Rabindranath oppressed his subjects. 
 If any body snached ones religious right or copelled one to follow other religion then he is enemy of humanity.If someone stand against establishing university in bangladesh he is enemy of Bangladesh.
aminul
              

--- On Sun, 5/9/10, Dr. M. Mohsin Ali <drmohsinali@ yahoo.com> wrote:

From: Dr. M. Mohsin Ali <drmohsinali@ yahoo.com>
Subject: [ALOCHONA] Rabindranath: enemy of Bangladesh People n humanity
To: alochona@yahoogroup s.com
Date: Sunday, May 9, 2010, 6:26 AM

 
IT IS A NONSENSE PROPAGANDA LIKE THE AYUB-MONAYEM REGIME OF PAKISTAN DURING 1960'S AGAINST THE BENGALI CULTURE. THEY WERE ALREADY THROWN OUT OF THE HISTORY OF PAKISTAN AND BANGLADESH THE BRAVE PEOPLE OF BANGLADESH.
I AM WONDERING HOW ALOCHONA GROUP IS ENCOURAGING SUCH PAKISTANI OLD PROPAGANDA AND TRYING TO DEFAME KOBI GURU.

--- On Sat, 5/8/10, Md. Aminul Islam <aminul_islam_ raj@yahoo. com> wrote:

From: Md. Aminul Islam <aminul_islam_ raj@yahoo. com>
Subject: [ALOCHONA] Rabindranath: enemy of Bangladesh People n humanity
To: notun_bangladesh@ yahoogroups. com, history_islam@ yahoogroups. com, dahuk@yahoogroups. com, banglarnari@ yahoogroups. com, khabor@yahoogroups. com, "Bangla Zindabad" <Bangladesh-Zindabad @yahoogroups. com>, "Sonar Bangladesh" <sonarbangladesh@ yahoogroups. com>, "bangla vision" <bangla-vision@ yahoogroups. com>, "wideminds" <WideMinds@yahoogrou ps.com>, "vinnomot" <vinnomot@yahoogroup s.com>, "Dhaka Mails" <dhakamails@yahoogro ups.com>, "alochona" <alochona@yahoogroup s.com>, ayubi_s786@yahoo. com, faruquealamgir@ gmail.com
Date: Saturday, May 8, 2010, 10:44 PM

 
Rabindranath: enemy of Bangladesh People n humanity
 
Dear All,
Do you know that Poet" Bshakobi " rabindranath
 
1 )compelled his Muslim subjects Giving Chanda For Puja
2) compelled his Muslim subjects  giving Tax for Bared ( Lari rakharv jonno kor Adai korto)
3)He never established a single school in  his jomidari in Bangladesh( silaidoh , shajatpur or potisosr)
4)He opposed and protested the establishment of Dhaka University
5)oppression on subjects by Rabindranath is a  well established Truth.
He was getting Khetabs , as supported the British colonial regime when nazrul was jailed for  his role against the British regime.
 But sometimes some so called manobotabadi ask for establish the ideal of This rabindranath.
 
 What kind of "Manobotabadi was Rabindranath n his supporters?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 







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[ALOCHONA] BCL men clash in DU



BCL men clash in DU
 
 
One BCL activist was injured in a clash between two groups of the associate organisation of the Awami League in Dhaka University over entering a function at Teachers-Student Centre.Witnesses said the clash ensued as Bangladesh Chhatra League activist of Jasimuddin Hall Enamul Haque Prince tried to enter a debate function at TSC at around 12 noon, but was stopped by some volunteers of Bangabandhu Hall.
 
They had a heated exchange of words and Bangabandhu Hall BCL activists chased Prince to Madhu's Canteen. Fellow activists of Jasimuddin Hall then joined Prince to attack Bangabandhu Hall BCL men.Mirajul Islam Miraj, a BCL activist of Bangabandhu Hall, was injured in the clash. He was admitted to the university medical centre.
   
Prince told bdnews24.com that he entered TSC to meet some students of his home district, Magura, with the permission of some volunteers of the function. But some Bangabandhu Hall BCL men forced him to get out of TSC and chased him to Madhu's Canteen, he said.However, president of Jasimuddin Hall unit of BCL Abdur Rahman Jiban and general secretary Kazi Enayet in a statement said Prince was not a member of BCL.
  
 The statement given in a BCL DU unit pad said Prince was not involved in the politics of BCL in the university. 'BCL would not accept
   the liabilities of his misdeeds'.
   
In another incident, correspondent of Ekushey TV Mizan Rahman, a residential student of Bangabandhu Hall, was assaulted by teachers and BCL activists while entering the hall.
   Mizan alleged that he was beaten by assistant residential teacher SM Mafizur Rahman, some other teachers and BCL activists in front of the hall provost and was stopped from entering the hall, although they knew his identity.
   When contacted, hall provost Baitullah Qadri admitted the incident.
   He said it had happened because Mizan had neither shown his journalist's identity card nor the university identity card.
 
 


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[ALOCHONA] Night-time ban on border movement betrays govt’s capitulation



Night-time ban on border movement betrays govt's capitulation

THE imposition on Sunday of restrictions on night-time movement of people in the border areas, although claimed to be a step to avert killing of Bangladeshis by the Border Security Force of India, constitutes the Awami League-led government's capitulation to New Delhi's persistent refusal to rein in its trigger-happy border guards. Moreover, the home secretary's warning—that if anyone comes out in the restricted areas at night they will do so at their own risk—can very well be construed as the government's abdication of its responsibility towards the people of the country. Simply put, the ban on night-time movement in border areas and the attendant warning tend to indicate that the government is unable to protect the country's geopolitical sovereignty on the one hand and life and property of its people on the other. Such capitulation and dereliction of duty by an elected government is not only shameful but also a matter of grave concern.
   
The home minister, Sahara Khatun, was quoted in a report front-paged in New Age on Monday as saying that both the paramilitary Bangladesh BDR and the deputy commissioners of the districts concerned 'have been directed to restrict night-time movement in the border areas to avert killings by BSF.' The minister sought to rationalise the restriction by claiming that the Indian government had earlier restricted night-time movement on the other side of the borders and the incidents of casualties in their territory from cross-border firing had come down as a result. The minister's argument, one must say, is laced with falsehood.
 
While, according to the rights organisation Odhikar, as many as 910 Bangladeshis were killed by the BSF between January 2000 and April 2010, the BDR was not even accused of ever killing an Indian civilian. Hence, it is not clear how the casualties on the Indian side could have come down when none had been reported in the past. Such falsehood is rather typical of the government, which has unfailingly gone along with India's tact of bracketing the BDR with the BSF in respect of border skirmishes. Even in the joint communiqué released at the end of talks between the prime ministers of the two countries in New Delhi in January, there was the call for exercise of restraint on the part of the BDR and BSF although the former has done so all along.
   
The imposition of the restrictions, the government may argue, is in line with the recommendation of the BDR submitted to the home ministry in January. However, the BDR made the recommendation in view of the persistent failure at the diplomatic level to force India to go by the Joint India-Bangladesh Guideline of 1975 and the International Human Rights Convention. By choosing to restrict the people's right to move freely in their own country, the government has seemingly sent across the message that it simply doesn't have the ability to face up to New Delhi and make it stop the atrocities perpetrated by the BSF.
 
What's worse, instead of being apologetic for such a failure, the government could muster the arrogance to issue a warning to the people. In such circumstances, the self-respecting and sovereignty-conscious sections of society need to raise their voice and send the message to the government loud and clear that if it is unwilling to take the responsibility of protecting the country's sovereignty, and the people's life and property, they will have very few reasons to help it keep in power.
 


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[ALOCHONA] Must Read : The journalist, the spy, and the taliban - an unfolding mystery in Pakistan



When the ex Al Qaeda promoter and ISI man Sqd Leader Khalid Khwaja's kidnapping and subsequent killing took place a couple off weeks ago, I had never imagined that it would turn out this way. Murky as always wherever the activities of Pak Army & its intelligencies intersect this is an interesting read. Check the Daily Times links below.

 

 I have no idea whther the story is entirely false, partially true or entirely true. Make your own judgement.

 

 

BTW the same Hamid Mir recently was promoting reconciliation with Bangladesh.

http://letusbuildpakistan.blogspot.com/2009/03/hamid-mir-who-broke-pakistan.html.

The journalist, the spy, and the taliban

1. The editorial


2. The transcript

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The journalist, the spy, and the taliban

1. The editorial


2. The transcript


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[ALOCHONA] Fwd: Khabor RE: Stoning a woman: Some unfair comment refuted.



------ Forwarded message ----------
From: S A Hannan sahannan@sonarbangladesh.com 

Dear sirs,

Assalamu Alaikum.I am aware of disagreement about the punishment for adultery by married persons among the scholars of Islam, a great majority holding on the basis of some well-authenticated tradition that punishment for adultery by married people is death by stoning. Some scholars of Khawrij and Mutazila schools and some current scholars hold different view.( Se Tafhimul Quran , Sura noor, verse 1 interpretation )

However all major Islamic parties hold that these are exemplary punishments and require  hard proofs and should be implemented only after society has been purified from modern-time immorality and provacitive sexuality. A major scholar Dr Tariq Ramadan called for a moratorium for these type of punishments.

 I may mention that criminal law is a small part of Islam, Hadud is still smaller part of .Islamic law, its greater part consists of business law, financing, banking and insurance law, family law , social laws, economic and political laws ,inter state relations etc.Hadud or strict punishments are very few, 3 or 4 in number.Rest is Tajir punishments ( these punishments have been left to the discretion of courts and the political authority.).

It is not fair for Mr Hashmi to say that Insha-allah, Islamic parties will not come to power in Pakistan or Bangladesh to introduce these punishments. This is un necessary sarcasm .Islamic parties in these countries that such punishments will be imposed in proper time. We have seen President  Ziaul Huq sahib legislated such laws and in effect almost  no punishment took place for Zina by married people because it is almost impossible to prove these.

Some new groups with little education and understanding  of Islam, basically lawless groups or rebel groups  like Al Shabab or Taliban Pakistan try to come in focus by such acts without proper legal procedure.Hardly they Islamize the society they do little for elimination of poverty, improving education and economy, empowering the poor and the women and the minorities. These are no representative of modern Islamic movements.Their example can not be any basis of judging Islam or Islamic movement in the present time.

Shah Abdul Hannan

 


From: kala chand [mailto:kalachand24@msn.com]
Sent: Sunday, May 16, 2010 6:16 AM
To: shah abdul hannan
Subject: FW: Stoning a woman: Only the suffering is real, any justification of it is ...

 


 




Dear All:
 
Stoning to Death for Adultery -- An Old Biblical/Jewish Brutality -- is still in vogue among many Muslims in the name of Shariah law; while the Quran only sanctions 100 stripes for both the MAN and the woman involved in the crime provided there are FOUR Eye-Witnesses to testify the crime.
 
Just think what an Islamist takeover of Pakistan or Bangladesh (which will never ever happen, Inshallah) would lead to ... Please scroll down to see the grusome photos (if you have the stomach..).
 
Taj Hashmi


Subj: Stoning a woman: Only the suffering is real, any justification of it is fake and criminal

 

 
  I post the following pictures for those who adamently refused to use their God-given faculty of 'imagination' and condemned the photo illustration of stoning a woman in a local newspaper (April, 02, 2010) as an example of liberal "anti-Islamism'. 

I had checked  the Star magazine and found it to be a photo illustration, a sort of art-work for the lead article: "Crime in the Name of Belief."
 
         http://www.thedailystar.net/magazine/2010/02/04/cover.htm
 
It was NOT presented as a journalistic photo. There were no captions identifying the figures in the photo, I argued, -- no name, date or place attached to it. It was merely a dramatized photographic art-work to illustrate the topic at hand. Yet there was a big noise made about fakery, how the photo session was "staged"  and therefore dishonest, disingenuous, conspiracy against Islam, etc.      
 
         I was roundly ridiculed as anti-Islamic, as if stoning women as punishment of sinful women is such an integral part of Islam that any criticism of any inhuman aspect of it must be branded automatically as anti-Islamic.  Taj Hashmi even wrote a long article, "Mullahs are Coming! Mullahs are Coming!" taunting the Islamophobes and fear-mongers.
 
         
Below is an example of photo-journalism that depicts an actual event of stoning a young woman to death in Somalia, a country plunged in the depth of lawlessness in the name of Sharia, and no one in the world community seems to care. These pictures are stark, in plain view, and require no imagination nor any feeling for a fellow human being.
Supporters of a brutal genocide -- Genocide 1971 of Bangladesh -- bear the hearts and minds of these stone-throwers of Somalia.
 
             Farida Majid
 

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[ALOCHONA] The Last Days of Rabindranath - Record of a visit to Santiniketan



The Last Days of Rabindranath
Record of a visit to Santiniketan

Buddhadeva Bose

Samar Sen, Buddhadeva Bose, Rabindranath, Protiva Bose, Kamakshiprasad Chattopadhyay, and Buddhadeva-Protiva's daughter Meenakshi


A Rainbow of Song
WHEN we visited Santiniketan in last May Rabindranath had just completed the eightieth year of his life in the shadow of a serious illness and amid the rejoicings of the whole of Bengal. We had heard that his suffering was acute and that his powers were failing him, and were, therefore, wondering how we would find him. Perhaps, he would speak no more than a few words, perhaps it would not be possible to sit at his feet with the old easy confidence. But all these misgivings were dispelled when we saw him. On the day of our arrival we saw him at dusk. He was sitting out in the open verandah, and he seemed tired and weak, as if faded out in the shadows of approaching night. When we saw him next morning he was sitting in the covered south verandah. He was wearing a yellow cloth but his upper garment was white, and by his side lay a plate with a little heap of bel flowers on it. Yes, his face was emaciated and his flame-like complexion pale. But when one looked at the wrist or the fist, one could still get a glimpse of the massive splendid body, solid with bone and muscle. Gone were the lovely locks that had always rolled down his neck like a lion's mane, but the head was still as beautiful with its long, white curls parted in the middle. It seemed to me that his eyes had lost their piercing gaze, for it was with a gentle and tender look that his eyes rested on somebody. For this reason, he did not seem any longer to resemble a Mughal emperor, there was rather a subtle affinity with the portraits of Tolstoy in old age. Never before was Rabindranath so beautiful. Perhaps the burden of age and the torments of a disease were both necessary to achieve this beauty. The only poem which Bernard Shaw ever wrote was a gift to Ellen Terry on her birthday. 'How is it', Shaw wondered, 'that while we all get older with every year, Ellen gets younger?' One had only to look at the portraits of Rabindranath from boyhood onwards to be convinced that the older he grew, the more beautiful he became. Even a few years ago his face shone with a dazzling brilliance, every other face in crowded meetings would instantly pale the moment he entered. That, too, was beautiful, but the soft twilight-glow that plays on his face today is perhaps the highest point that beauty can reach.
But who would have said that he was ill! The moment we entered he started talking. His voice, we noticed, was fainter than ever before but his talk as splendid. He rested from time to time but never groped for a word, for the right word was always on his lips. He looked straight before him as he talked, but now and then cast sidewise glances at the listeners which did not, however, interrupt the flow of talk. That day he talked continuously for over an hour; we were bathed in an incredible, marvelous stream in which painting and music, life and literature, humour and tenderness were all blended in rich profusion and admirable proportion. He ill! Who could have thought of that! This luminous intellect, this passionate interest in all the great and little things of life, this kingly mastery over language- our hearts refused to associate all these with decay or infirmity of any kind. Yet, he was ill, very much so. His disease was not only painful it involved many little annoyances, too. Common men - and even many of those who are not so common - would have grown ill-tempered, harsh and slack, they would have gradually withdrawn from the external world and soon reached a stage where nothing but the disease mattered, for we have heard that even geniuses are unable to think of anything except the toothache when a tooth is really aching. But there was not the slightest stain in Rabindranath's personality, the diamond was still flawless. He talked on all subjects, but never about his illness. So much so, he always avoided words like 'illness' or 'disease'. All that he said was that he was 'tired' or that his 'body-machine had gone out of order'. In his thoughts, his behaviour, in the conduct of his daily life nothing was loose, nothing shabby or stonely. Only two or three persons were allowed to nurse him intimately. As the strain on them was heavy there was an attempt to introduce new hands, but he was extremely reluctant to be tended by strangers or even by friends who were new to the task. The truth perhaps was that the very idea of being personally attended to was repellent to him and had always been so. Now, it was true, he had perforce to depend on others for most things and though he tolerated this situation just because it could not be helped, he wished to restrict the number of his nurses to as few as possible. Perhaps the very fact that he had got to be served in that way hurt his taste and feelings. A middle-aged professor, who had spent the last thirty years of his life at Santiniketan, once remarked that in his long career he had observed Gurudeva's anger only on two occasions. The first time was when there was dirt on the plate in which his food was served. And on another occasion he had happened to notice one of the teachers lying in the verandah of his cottage while two young pupils were massaging his body. 'Gurudeva was furious, we had never seen him like that.' We heard many other anecslates???, each of which showed that, suffering as he was from a long and obstinate disease, his exquisite sensitiveness was as wide awake as ever. There were brilliant flashes of humor even when the physical pain was terrible and there was a general feeling of apprehensive gloom. As a patient he was very quiet, but not very docile, perhaps. He hated lying down in bed and had to be coaxed to retire. They would tell him that he must sleep now, and he would close his eyes while his feet would move to and fro. When the command was more emphatically repeated he would lie still and say, 'Well then, I will now think. You can do all else, but you can't rob me of my thoughts'. Doctors and nurses can do no more than help the body in combating disease, but there is no external remedy for the infection that a disease spreads to the mind, and in that field Rabindranath won every battle entirely on his own strength.
As we came out after seeing and hearing him, every time we felt anew that our whole lives had been blessed. His talk was a rainbow of song, a symphony of color. It was manna to the sensual ear as well as a charmer of the spirit. His infinite mastery over the Bengali language could not be comprehended unless one heard him talk. What flew from his lips was exactly the language he used in his later prose works, and he beat all his characters in the power of presenting a most commonplace thing in an extraordinary manner. As the words flowed, similes and metaphors blossomed like flowers, and there were sudden flashes of humor at the most unexpected moments. Many are familiar with his perfectly rounded golden voice and his firm yet delicate style of pronunciation; as a matter of fact, Bengali seemed to be a more powerful and much sweeter language when Rabindranath spoke it.
At that time we found Rabindranath occupying a suite on the ground floor of Udayan. The rooms faced south. Since his illness in 1940 he had become somewhat sensitive to heat, and so an air-conditioning plant had been installed in his bedroom. Not a large room, it was. Along the wall on one side was a long table with rows of bottles, phials and glasses on it. A bed, an easy chair, a few books in a little book-case and a few leather-covered backless cane seats for visitors- these were all the furniture. On the walls were two of his own pictures, a drawing of a horse by the Chinese painter Ju Peon and a Japanese cloud-scape. There was another, and a still smaller room, and that was all. The whole of the world, all the hills and plains and seas, cities, rivers and forests, all multitude and all solitude had converged in a couple of rooms with a verandah on either side. Such were the Poet's last days.


'I Sing of the New'

THE last chapter of Rabindranath's life was fit material for an epic poem. We saw in him a king who, after having conquered the world and spent the days of his life in the fullness of opulence, had been deprived of all by one stroke of crooked fate. The kingdom was still his and his spirit was ever a king's, but all means of communication between the king and his kingdom were being closed down. He had all, and yet he had nothing. His genius was tirelessly active and his creative impulse urgent, but those little mechanisms of the body without whose help no art can take tangible shape were refusing to co-operate. The poet who had refused to close the doors of the senses and sit in meditation had to feel those very doors being closed one after another. His sight was very weak, and when he read, which he did with great difficulty and greater persistence, he had to hold up the page very close to his eyes. His hearing was feeble and his fingers were so exhausted that he could no longer hold a brush, and even the pen refused to obey. Friends told us that on one occasion he had remarked, 'There was no end to the gifts I received from the hand of God, and now He is taking them back one by one. I had hoped to spend the last days of my life in painting pictures but that, too, has been taken away.' Crowds of pictures haunted him, but he could not give any of them a local habitation and a name, the phantoms returned to limbo. The mind was glowing but the fingers were numb. From his heart rose tunes which the voice could not capture - the stream of music was wasting itself in the same lethal waters where his unborn paintings were drowned. Of all the arts he had practiced his best-beloved was the art of song, and his singing days seemed at last to have been over. One afternoon it rained and after the shower we went to see the Poet in the evening. On entering Rathi Babu's drawing room we noticed many records of Rabindranath's songs lying scattered and were told that the Poet had just been listening to them. We found him in the little back room reclining on his usual easy-chair, looking ill and weak, which he seldom did. 'I was just trying to evoke a song of the rains', he said. 'But I can't do it any longer'.
And what about his life's constant companion - his writing? The man who, since boyhood, had been writing millions of words in verse and prose could not hold the pen in the last months of his life and found it difficult even to put a signature. And yet the stream of words was ceaseless, all poems right up to those published in Janmadine were composed in his own hand, but after that he had perforce to abandon calligraphy. Finally he took to dictating and was not easily pleased with the draft. A single manuscript was revised many times over and still he remained doubtful.
We found him strangely modest about his own writings. However severe might be the oppression of failing flesh, he could never tolerate any looseness in his work. What a perfect work of art was Galpa-Salpa, the delightful book in prose and verse he had just published, ostensibly for children. One noticed a condescending tone in most reviews of his recent works, as if the reviewers wanted to imply that all this was good enough for old man in failing health. This patronizing attitude was an insult not only to the works themselves but to the Poet's personality. He was as critical about his own works as he was lenient about others, and it was possible that nothing that he had written of late had completely satisfied him. That is the reason why he did not feel it beneath him, as he might well have done, to notice the remarks of critics, but, on the contrary, rather wished to hear what they said. At the same time, he did not want half-hearted, meaningless praise, nor did he care about being mentioned in a tone of awe; what he wanted to know was whether he had been able to do it. And in this lay his humility. Of course, he might not have bothered, he might just as well have thought that people were bound to accept whatever Rabindranath wrote. But to his last day he did not think of his reputation as an established fact, and that was why each of his new works was suffused with the enthusiasm of the new writer. Because he was born anew with each new book, he could claim new fields of fame each time. In the song he had composed for his last birthday celebrations he had once again evoked the new and said, 'Let it appear again, the first auspicious moment of my birth'. This was not mere effusion, for these words contained the basic truth of his literary life.
It struck us that, immeasurably famous as he was, Rabindranath had acquired an immeasurable humility and wanted to know whether he had really been able to be of any use to his country. The man who had created Bengal had to ask whether Bengal had accepted him. He wanted to feel sure, before he took his leave, that all that he had done had not been in vain. He had accepted with a good grace the numerous felicitations that had poured on him on the occasion of his last birthday, for in all these, he had simply seen the fact that he had been accepted by the whole of his country. 'You have not booed me, that is what they do in our country'.


The Lord of Life

WHEN we arrived Rabindranath had just finished writing a short story. Many other stories - new both in form and content - might have come from him if there were a process by which one could write as one thought. The second part of Yogayoga lay completely thought out in his mind, and it was thrilling when he told us the story one morning. This wonderful story never crossed the limits of the world of thought, and a great novel perforce remains unfinished. For it was not possible for him to undertake a long work, and so he was making rhymes and yarns for children and working at poems and literary essays, while a short story was suddenly released or a malediction against this war-torn insane civilization came down in terrific fury. And this was how he satisfied, as best as he could, the infinite yearnings of tremendour power. How much more cruel than physical suffering was this conflict of flesh and spirit! His was a tormented life during the last months, intolerable in its contradiction between thought and action, imagination and performance. At any rate, it should have been so, though no trace of it appeared on the surface. On the country, he was the picture of perfect peace. He had nothing of the catastrophic agony of a deaf Beethoven. You would have found him completely self-contained, but not at all indifferent. His eyes were always open to the first to challenge the insolence of power when it threatened to violate truth and justice. But, as regards himself, he seemed to have accepted all inflictions with a luminous serenity. He never complained. He never sighed. It was with an elfin touch of humour or with a fairy-nke gentleness that he mentioned his own infirmity. If his heart was lacerated by agony, his heart alone was aware of it, and none else.
All the same, Rabindranath's imprisoned life was not a lesser tragedy than Beethoven's deafness. He loved to see. A few years back we had once heard him say, 'Now I do nothing else, I only see' How often had he spent the hot mid-days at Santiniketan, when every other inmate was resting within closed doors, sitting in an open verandah and gazing insatiably at the plains rolling out to the horizon. Every day he had watched the hour when the rosy dawn was born out of night's dark womb; he had plunged deep in the darkness of the rainy season and drunk his fill of moonlight. And in the end he was prisoner in an artificially cooled dark room and had to ask, suddenly starting from sleep, 'Is it day or night?' The moonlight was no more than a shadow and clouds were invisible. In his world, day and night had been shorn of their multi-coloured garments and the cycle of seasons played no more. The chorus of joy that birds sang every morning in the ancient trees of the ashrama did not reach his ear, the rain pattered and the leaves murmured without breaking the silence of his world. Nature reached him in faint glimpses, in shadows and whispers, and in imagination. There had never been a man so fond of variety as he was: he had never been able to reside for many months at a stretch in the same place, nor live in the same house for long. He had spent his days in every manner of place and dwelling and had been a tireless traveler, too. And in the last days it was not easy even to move from one room to another, and traveling, of course, was out of the question. Chained as he was, perhaps his mind dwelt on the hills and plains, cities and rivers of all lands, and it was certain that he was haunted by memories of the Padma and by a desire to return to his beloved river. 'You belong to the shores of the Padma,' he told us, 'and have just seen Kopai that flows here! Here it is nearly as dry and hard as Rajputana. How far from Padma have I strayed.' Perhaps the thought would suddenly flit across his mind that he would feel better if he went down to the sea. But the Padma was far away and the sea farther still. Well then, he created variety for himself in that single room. The arrangement of the furniture of the room was altered every day, his easy-chair faced different directions, and we did not find the room arranged in the same manner on two consecutive days. Even this proved that Rabindranath was as great an artist in life as in literature. Not only the entirety of his life, but his mode of daily living was a perfect work of art. One had to come to Santiniketan to understand what a great concept of life he had actually realised, for here his life was indeed like a king's and when I say 'king' I mean it in its largest sense.
'Give me, oh, give me My kingdom, my power, my glory, Not the daily bread alone' -
Cried D. H. Lawrence. It is possible that the tormented Lawrence would at last have been content if he had come to Santiniketan, for here, in the person of Rabindranath, he would have seen the true image of the lord of life.
Since his illness, Rabindranath slept very little and slightly. Fantastic dreams frequented him, and he talked in his sleep. He woke up by two o'clock in the morning and could not sleep again. Then he started talking or dictated some literary work. One day I sent him in writing some question regarding the inter-relation of history and literature. I did not hope for more than that he would say a few words on the subject, but when we went to him the next morning the first thing he said was: 'What a lot of silly questions! Here you are'. Saying this, he handed over to me an essay in Mrs. Rani Chanda's handwriting. He had started work after waking from sleep and had got an essay ready before we had woken from ours. A couple of days later he found it inadequate and added another and a shorter essay. You might have asked him to do seemingly absurd things in the way of literary composition; it was not in him to say 'No' to any suggestion, and you would at least have come away with a gracious smile and an assurance that he would think it over. There wasn't any question to which he could not immediately reply and there wasn't any topic which he did not eagerly discuss. Here was a man who was always ready, always interested, and never bored. He had combined endless toil with endless leisure. In one sense, every day of his life was a holiday, and in another, there had never been a single 'off' hour in his mental workshop.


Leave-Taking

WE had not seen him in his youth and were born when he was middle-aged, and so we hungrily listen when our elders talk about those vanished days. As a race, we do not care to write autobiographies or memoirs, but luckily Rabindranath's childhood and youth have been preserved for us in some of his own books. A day will come when these works will be minutely read and people with beating hearts will search those pages for a glimpse of him. Little bits will be put together, reconstructed, and thus a final image of him will be stamped on the minds of future generations of Bengalis. But we who have seen him, and were able to go and sit at his feet - how are we to measure this incomparable good fortune! One got drunk on his greatness. He was one of the world's greatest men; he towered far above any other figure in the present-day world, and in the whole world's history how many are there who may rank with him! One's first reaction to seeing him was a feeling of enchantment. One gazed at him and pondered over all that he had written and done, and one was so overwhelmed that the breathing seemed to stop. Who else could put us into this ecstasy of adoration! In whom else could we taste human greatness in so full a measure!
On the day we departed we saw the Poet in sick-bed. Little did I imagine that I would have to see. It was itself a shock to step into his room after the brilliant afternoon light spread all over sky and land. For the room was dark as night, lit only by a table-lamp burning in a corner. The Poet was reclining in what seemed to me an enormous easy-chair, propped up by several pillows. He was quite still and his eyes were closed. A young doctor and one of his secretaries were attending. As we entered he half opened his eyes and faintly uttered a few words. His right hand began to rise in blessing over our heads but dropped half way. I have not the words to say how I felt at the moment. It was as if the heart had received a sudden blow, I felt choked and overcome by a sort of stupor so that I could not even have a full gaze at him. We could breathe freely only when we came out into the open. The immortal poet was a constant companion of this golden blaze of light while the frail earthen vessel lay imprisoned in a closed room.

 

This article has been first published in The Calcutta municipal Gazette: Tagore Memorial Special Supplement, 1941. Published in Parabaas June 15, 2004.
 


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[ALOCHONA] Low-energy bulb disposal warning



Low-energy bulb disposal warning
 
Energy-saving light bulb
Low-energy bulbs contain a small amount of mercury

The Environment Agency has called for more information to be made available on the health and environmental risks posed by low-energy light bulbs.

It says because the bulbs contain small amounts of mercury, more information about safe recycling is needed.

It also wants health warnings printed on packaging and information on how to clear up smashed bulbs in the home.

But a toxicologist has played down the risks, saying several bulbs would have to be smashed at once to pose a danger.

Toxic substance

Environmental scientist Dr David Spurgeon said: "Because these light bulbs contain small amounts of mercury they could cause a problem if they are disposed of in a normal waste-bin.

"It is possible that the mercury they contain could be released either into the air or from land-fill when they are released into the wider environment.

"That's a concern, because mercury is a well known toxic substance."

If you broke five bulbs in a small unventilated room then you might be in short term danger
Dr David Ray, toxicologist

Official advice from the Department of the Environment states that if a low-energy bulb is smashed, the room needs to be vacated for at least 15 minutes.

A vacuum cleaner should not be used to clear up the debris, and care should be taken not to inhale the dust.

Instead, rubber gloves should be used, and the broken bulb put into a sealed plastic bag - which should be taken to the local council for disposal.

Unbroken used bulbs can be taken back to the retailer if the owner is a member of the Distributor Takeback Scheme.

Otherwise, many local waste disposal sites now have the facilities to safely collect and dispose of old bulbs.

However, this advice is not printed on the packaging that low-energy bulbs are sold in.

Toxicologist Dr David Ray, from the University of Nottingham, said about 6-8mg of mercury was present in a typical low-energy bulb, which he described as a "pretty small amount".

"Mercury accumulates in the body - especially the brain," he said. "The biggest danger is repeated exposure - a one off exposure is not as potentially dangerous compared to working in a light bulb factory.

"If you smash one bulb then that is not too much of a hazard. However, if you broke five bulbs in a small unventilated room then you might be in short term danger."

Information campaign

Adrian Harding of the Environment Agency said: "More information does need to be made available by retailers, local authorities and the government to alert people to the best way of dealing with these products when they become waste."

Louise Molloy from the environmental group Greenpeace said that a public information campaign was needed in order to advise people how to dispose of low-energy bulbs safely.

But she added: "Rather than being worried about the mercury these light bulbs contain, the general public should be reassured that using them will actually reduce the amount of mercury overall in our atmosphere."

The lighting industry and the government say the risk of mercury pollution posed by low-energy bulbs is minimal.

Kevin Verdun of the Lighting Association said: "Fluorescent strips, like the ones used in garages and kitchens, also contain mercury and have been used for many years without poisoning anyone."

But he said that warnings on how to safely dispose of smashed bulbs "might" be put on packaging in future, if the government and the public demanded it.

This month shops in the UK will begin the process of phasing out traditional tungsten bulbs as part of a government plan to completely replace them by 2011.

Ministers hope that using the more environmentally-friendly bulbs will save at least save 5m tonnes-worth of carbon dioxide emissions every year.


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[ALOCHONA] Re: How people perceive and think about ties with India



If a political analyst or commentator had informed me that most people in Bangladesh are well disposed to India and that New Delhi had good intentions towards this country I would assume that he was recently released from Pabna lunatic asylum or was a paid agent of RAW or was a die-hard Awami Leaguer.  
To my utter surprise an apparently respectable (but unknown) organization RDC (Research and Development Centre)had conducted a survey amongst (presumably sane) Bangladeshis asking them their impression about India's attitude towards Bangladesh. A staggering 45% of those surveyed apparently believed that India had a good disposition towards the country while a minority (35%) believed that it did not and 19% did not know. The terms of reference of the survey were not revealed or who the sponsors of this Research and Development Centre were or how the survey was conducted. I can only assume that the survey had been done in areas with a large proportion of AL constituents.
Fortunately The Independent saved us from embarrassment by emphasizing that the survey only showed a 'thin majority' who believed India was friendly towards Bangladesh
 
On 5/17/10, Isha Khan <bdmailer@gmail.com> wrote:
----- Forwarded message ----------
From: Javed Ahmad javedahmad@yahoo.com

It is hard to call India "friendly" when the trigger happy BSF members are continually killing innocent and poor Bangladeshis near the border for their target practice. The members of the present government would have to pay a heavy price on the Day of Judgment when these people would launch a complain to Allah for not taking any action.

083.004  Do they not think that they will be called to account?-

083.005  On a Mighty Day,

083.006  A Day when (all) mankind will stand before the Lord of the Worlds?

083.007  Day! Surely the record of the wicked is (preserved) in Sijjin.

083.008  And what will explain to thee what Sijjin is?

083.009  (There is) a Register (fully) inscribed.

083.010  Woe, that Day, to those that deny-

083.011  Those that deny the Day of Judgment.

--- On Mon, 5/17/10, Isha Khan <bdmailer@gmail.com> wrote:

From: Isha Khan <bdmailer@gmail.com>
Subject: How people perceive and think about ties with India
To:
Date: Monday, May 17, 2010, 6:58 AM


How people perceive and think about ties with India
The Independent-RDC Public Poll-3
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The Independent, in collaboration with the Research and Development Center, has commissioned a continuing programme of opinion surveys in Bangladesh to determine what the adult public thinks of important contemporary issue. We have designed this exercise to be the most comprehensive survey of what the common citizen feels about vital matters in the public life of our country. The survey will also track key social and economic trends at the household and individual level.

The Independent and RDC Public Poll surveys will often offer a surprise and contrast to the views and reportage of the existing state of information offered by the mainstream media. Indeed, the very purpose of these surveys is to try and reveal the possible and potential gap between presumed and actual realities of public opinion. Overall, our surveys will provide a richer context for public understanding as well as understanding the public in Bangladesh.
The Independent-RDC Public Poll 3 specifically looked at our bilateral ties with neighbouring India.
 
As expected, the opinion was sharply polarized on the issue; but overall those who were well-disposed towards India formed a thin majority.
 




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