A golden village dream

Once I went to meet a man .It is a pretty village. but it is so tiny little. Trees are full with the green leaves. The roads are a bit sandy and peeled off. The stones are disjoined with the love of the road track. It is most likely an old one, but broken hearted. It's directions are pointed now to the dirty areas and the dirty people. The temperature goes to a highly suffocated point. The sun comes tiringly over the head. It seems to be stopping for a while just on the top of the tree to have a rest and nap. It is probably it's nuptial journey to somewhere. So it sounds so hot today. 

Then the man was working on the yard.  It was a building where he had been living long. His gesture looked to get him used to it all it's surroundings. The man was nearly 50 years old. He was carrying garbage with a broken plate. He looked pretty simple. But a bit different. Hair and beard were turned gray .The eyes were sweet like a wild cat. His nature was uncommonly calm like a big tree. There was no boundary wall of his home. He smilingly put me a warm note in words .' Please, come in. '

I addressed him saying ' Sir'. I saw  a grocery shop. It was furnished all around with  different items the villagers need.  A long seat bench was set up in front of the shop. He pointed me to sit on it.  His name was Yeaz Uddin. He was alone in this big house.  His intimacy with the villagers were just like the big tree with hard surface of the soil.  He offered me a cap of coffee and a small packet of biscuit from his own shop and told me, Sopon, You are now a writer. I love your story to read. But you have to write about the changing effect of time .I said, what a great amazing point people are now looking forward to next,  Sir !   With a big laughter Yeaz Uddin said, A little grocery is turning into a pretty form of a gigantic shopping mall. Wow! It is incredible. The whole market is coming at a one building. The villagers don't need to go to the big cities for shopping now.  Local people will have the opportunities like the city dwellers here. I told, ' It is certainly a happy news,  Sir.  It is today I will write about it. Thanking him again I started my next journey to a more remote heart of the villages. I saw a small food hotel where villagers ate three times of the day. The tables where the foods were serving looked terribly dirty. The surface of the tables and chairs were highly affected with the germs of different fatal diseases. It was the heaven of flies, mosquitoes  and ants. The two sickly boys were serving black spotted rice and carry with dead spiders floating on the soup. The overweight owner was taking the cash from the customers.  I asked one of the boys, 'Do you have a bread to eat? ' He simply said, ' No.'

Question:

1.What image is painted in the tittle of the story?

2.what a good massage does Yeaz Uddin get for the villagers?

3. Where does villagers eat in the story and why?

4. Who comes here with a dream of a shopping mall?

5. What is the key massage of the story ?

A life

The more it rains, the more the tree develops with the green leaves in his whole big branches. The rain carries a life from somewhere to the tree but yet it doesn't come to know it in his life. He asked himself, 'Where does a life come from? How does a cloud see the love of life in it? ' A young tree like a man keeps thinking over time. But it finds no right answer from anyone.. A life gives him power to stand. After dropping the old leaves,new ones come up. The tree blooms and   the fruits appear as a new shape at full. Where was it's life looking forward to it ?

 Then, What is a life? Is it the rain? Is it the air? Or Is it the cloud? The tree can not figure it out any more. He thinks, 'If  the rain is a life, it has no leaves like me.No root that goes into the deep soil of the earth. A cloud has no standing point like me. It has no fruit either. No bird comes up with a charpping mood. A cloud never ever sleeps in the nest like birds.Likewise

the rain has no colour as painted green on the leaves of the trees. Where does a life hide within it?

The rain has no thirst like a tree. It never starves like me for food.It has no timber for a wonderful furniture. The tree looks up to the air and said, Air is not vigible.How does it go with the life.It has no body like a tree. It has no hive like bees that eat up hony at night. So how does a life move so fast into it?  The tree has no one to get his answer back to him? This thought gets him distorted again and again in 24 hours.

Questions:

1.What is a life?

2. Who discovers life?

3.What is personified in the story?

4.Which particle is not a life?

5. Write a summary of the story?

A captiving Question

Once a teacher at college put a question to the students in the class.Now my readers will generally get curious to know what the special big question is about which a teacher really can ask in the class.This is how the story begins with a pragmatic  question. The day was super highly pretty like smiling. The air was like the ripples of the padma river in the morning. The temperure was phenomenally warm like the comfortable zone within the quielt in the heavy winter. It was a lot more like the flower perfumed oxygen and the life promoting energy shining. The class was full of so curious learners at 10:30.Professor Mamun came and addressed all students with a lot highly warm and welcoming wishes. He came right with a couple of questions as he was a qualified professor of psychology and language mentor.

Smilingly he threw a question to class and wrote it on the whiteboard: How does a tree develop in nature? No reply came from the students. Then the teacher said again ; We are the children of nature. Go back to nature to develop the life we live. The nature cares and looks after every life so neatly in time. So the seasons appear one after another. It all comes with leaves, flowers and fruits in the tree. Their food comes from the sun. And the sun comes from  Dear Almighty God.So You are a pretty human race. You first opened your eyes with the love your mother and She is your first mentor.  This geat nature is just like your wombed mother. The nature itself is your great teacher and all sources of higher knowledge and discoveries.

Secondly  you must have a goal like a tree. You need wonderful flowers and fruits in your own livies to get to blossom for not for you but for the next generations to come. Life will have to give all back whatever it is obtained by  Dear God. But we often forget  this divine order having a lot of riches. Life hardly figures out the time of death.

 Question;

1. What is the task of life?

2. What are we doing now?

3. Why do nature give us so much?

4. Where does knowlede pack up at full?

6. why does a pretty life distort?

The choice of boat

What is the Boat?  The boat is the electoral symbol of  the powerful Awami League. Following the local Government election-2021 the  promising cadidates from the ruling party are putting the heavy weight about their past records and activities to the people. Every one hopes to have the boat.  But the boat is like a pretty youthful lady whom everyone figures out as tremendously great to win. She is like a gravitation force to draw all towards her beauty of excellence.  But She will love the one who is physically, financially, politically and inllectually  super highly developed to meet her need and turn her dream true. But only one will win her love and the fallen will show demonstration against the hero. The fallen will come with million of excuses and pointless comments to support their meanest selfish egoes and will throw their hostile forces to hit the hero. Truth is that they have no the skill of ability to love if she offers her whole body to them. They are truly powerless but they don't know it.So it is really good for them to stay within their own  limits and to practise to improve more their art of politics. If the fallen are fit, She will come back again to them to satisfy their thirst of love..The unfit can produce nothing. The boat knows it pretty well.

Question;

1. why do you think that the boat is a pretty woman of passion?

2.Who can love the boat?

3. What things does it take to love the boat?

4.When does the fallen hope to win the heart of boat?

5.What is the summary of the story?

It was still dark at the front of the human eyes.But the time was nearly at the surface of the happy morning. The East part of the sky  looked so pretty as the kiss at glow hours. I was headed up towards the highway that typically led all to KESHORHAT.  It is still a gigantic market place at  Mohanpur Upazila. I like to walk here. It sounds me so incredibly  good. It is the best exercise that I take everyday to keep me wonderfully fit and  healthy. This is the go of my everyday morning walk. When I go up walking, it feels more like gliding in the fresh air. It highly seems like ploding and parading to me. I often keep running as much and fast as  I can. I stop from never ever doing the jogging and jumping. Sometimes the sole of my shoes get sptit up. I get tired no more. When I tuoched the heart of keshorhat today, I saw a black young boy who came close at me amd asked for help.  I gave him Tk 20 to eat a bread.   With the money he has been waiting long a bit far for more money. I asked him what would you do with these additional money you charged ?  He simply said, 'I 'll buy a car.' The boy is eight years old. His name is magpy. He was probably born on the road.And he is still on the road. His two eyes yet sparkle with the new day  dreams.

 I wanted to give him a pappet car. But he wished to have a beg car to drive. I had no so much money  for him to provide. So he went back  to some other guyes to somewhere mocking me with a smile. I only said,' What is it,  Dear God?'

 

Questions:

1. What makes you fit and healthy?

2. What colour can you  enjoy at the eastern morning sky?

3.When does emotion make Magpy sad?

4. What is the moral lesson in the sory?

5. Why is it mocking story?

Dark in light

Looking back I stopped in the middle of a highway. The two buses were rushing from two directions and they were just past me faster. I fet rather cared, but stood still there having found no one over the other way. Within a few seconds I felt free and managed to cross the road across to the crowd where some people had been assembling since long.

People were in circle all around. All that I saw seemed quite strange and new to me. A boy around ten years was standing still over there. He had a dark face and two lovely eyes. The whole figure of the boy  was unspeakably shivering with the high fever. Not a dress on his body was found simply except a torn longyie in that hard cold winter day.

" What's wrong with you," I asked him plainly.

The boy went on crying all the more  and his eyes were all wet with tears. I once again asked, " Who did you wrong like this?"

Still the sobbing awfully kept him from saying anything he over and over again had been wishing to say. I felt it was really something unexplainable for the poor boy choked with so grievance.

I came nearer to him and felt his body temperature so high by putting my own hand on his forehead.

Oh Dear! it was most high.

A man just from his left side told, " he has a step mother and wants him with force to work in the field instead of putting him to learn to school with other happy children at this tender age of life.

" Oh Dear Lord!  I only heaved a long sigh and asked again, " Why did his step mother grow so cruel on the little boy?

She needs money not education. Some one from the opposite side replied this. But the real thing is that the boy wants to go to school to learn with his friends.The man explaoned it like this.

I couldn't stop myself from asking another question," Have his parents no light of education?

 No. they are day workers.

 It was just the time when his parents came to the boy panting. The father was a robust guy with curving black long mustach under long nose and eyes were red. He had a stick in his hand to punish him for his wrong doings. The step mother with a fiercing look got caught red handed and was dragging the boy forward. She began to abuse him grumbingly-" Don't you need to eat? Where does your food come from?

School will give us nothing. So,  Go to work for money." This is how the boy was ill-treated by her. She ignored us all and went away with boy paying no heed to our words.

People laughed at and felt insulted by the negative attitude towards learning.

The torture on him looked almost hard to me to endure. Finally they both like great philosophers said," Money is sweeter than honey."

 I got back home as it was the time for lunch.

Why are you so late?, asked my mother worriedly.

Just for the stress of work I was doing.I simply replied to her. 

Coming into my room I put on dresses up leaving off the formal ones. I brushed my teeth with a pinch of salt.I came up before a looking glass. I felt myself awfully sweating. I realised the reason for it. But I had nothing to do for it. Again I pulled myself together and comforted myself saying that I was just a poor fellow among all who were over there. Gradually I kept  myself quiet for the time being. I came to the washroom to have a good bath. I applied the soap all over my body and shampoo over my pretty hair.I usually used to do so, beause it wonderfully made me feel good. I would get back a new life doing all these at noon.

My mother was pretty conscious of all my concerns that used to drive me crazy.She had been patiently waiting for me to return from the the washroom. She made everything ready for my lunch before being to appear to her.I felt her a rare one as my mother. I tenderly said, Mom,my sweet, I don't like shrimp fried to eat.

Smilingly my mother said, you will have to have a gigantic head of a carb fish. I have only cooked just for you at noon within this  too high temperature.

Just for me without you,  Mom.I said with high respect.

Yea! You have two boiled potatoes, spicy sauce of tomatoes and just two eggs.

Oh my sweet, Mom, it is so exciting to me.

I told.

Poki

রাজহংস

মৃত্যু জীবনকে কেড়ে নেয়।চুরি করে নয়: একদম হরিলুট করে।স্বচক্ষে দেখলাম এক ঝাঁক অসাধারণ সুন্দর রাজহংস। ব্যস্ত রাজপথ হেঁটে পাড়ি দিয়ে ওরা খোলা মুক্ত জলসরোবরে সারি বেঁধে আসছিল।এই রুপ যে দেখেছে, তারই হৃদয় ভুলেছে। আমি তখন আমার নিজ গ্রাম হাটরা থেকে একটি ভ্যানে চেপে কেশরহাটে আসি। কফির স্টলে বসে এক কাপ গরুর খাঁটি দুধ পান করে সিক্ত গলায় হেঁটে হেঁটে আবার ঐ রাজপথ ধরেই সেই হংসরারীর স্নিগ্ধ নৈসর্গিক আনন্দ সারা দেহে মেখে 

আমার কলেজের অভিমুখে যাত্রা করেছি। মাঝপথে এসে যেন নিজের অজান্তেই নিজে আমি থেমে গেছি। রক্তাক্ত হয়ে ঐ রাজ হংসগুলোই পড়ে আছে পথে।একটু আগে যারা ডানা মেলেছিল জীবনের পথে। সে পথ কেন হল আজ রক্তাক্ত? ভাবতেই চমকে ওঠে প্রাণ? এভাবেই তো বাংলার খুনিরা মেরেছিল শেখ রাসেলকে। রক্তাক্ত করেছিল বাংলার রাজহংস বলাকা মহান বাঙালি জাতির পিতা বঙ্গবন্ধু শেখ মুজিবের রাজপরিবার। 

রাজহংসের পালকগুলো ছিল ধবধবে সাদা। রক্তে ভিজে হয়েছে লাল। সোনার স্নপ্নকে ধূলায় করেছে মলিন। মানুষের মধুর জীবনই ছিল যাঁর চাওয়া।নিজের জীবনকেও ভুলে গেছে যে বারবার। এই অকৃত্তিম প্রেমের দাম কত ভালোবাসা তা কে বা জানলো আজো এই সোনার দেশে? ভাবতে অবাক লাগে। চোখ কেন যে ভরে উঠল জলে জানি না।