tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40628917170020408672024-03-19T08:53:49.226+00:00Running through indigo miles...Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-68092311746429177052019-01-26T21:55:00.000+00:002019-01-26T21:55:22.258+00:00Book Review: The Cannery Row<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Author: John Steinbeck (1902-1968)<br />
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Publication Year: 1945<br />
Category/tags: Novel, Great Depression era<br />
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ক্যালিফোর্নিয়ার মন্টেরিতে সমুদ্রের ধার ঘেঁষে আছে ক্যানারি রো নামে এক রাস্তা। একসময় এখানে অনেকগুলো ফ্যাক্টরি ছিল যেখানে সার্ডিন মাছের ক্যান উৎপাদন করা হতো। সেখান থেকেই<br />
গল্পের নাম 'ক্যানারি রো' (ক্যানারিগুলো এখন বন্ধ হয়ে গেছে, কিন্তু সেই রাস্তা আর বন্ধ কারখানাগুলো এখনো সেখানে আছে, গুগলম্যাপে দেখেন)।<br />
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'গ্রেট ডিপ্রেশন' যুগে (১৯২৯-১৯৩৯) - যখন সারা পৃথিবী জুড়ে অর্থনৈতিক মন্দা চলছে - তারই পটভূমিকায় লেখা এই গল্পটি তখনকার মানুষের সুখ, দু:খ আর প্রতিদিনকার জীবনযাপনের ছবি<br />
তুলে ধরেছে। গল্পটিতে আছে তিনটি প্রধান চরিত্র - লি চং, ডক, আর ম্যাক - সাথে আরো অনেক বিভিন্ন মানুষজন। লি চং এক স্থানীয় মুদি দোকানদার, ডক একজন মেরিন বায়োলজিস্ট, ম্যাক হচ্ছে ওই জায়গার ভবঘুরে মানুষদের নেতা, যারা কোনো কাজ পাচ্ছে না, নিতান্তই হতাশাগ্রস্ত জীবন কাটাচ্ছে, সামান্য যা কিছু উপার্জন ক'রে বা এর-ওর কাছে ধারদেনা করে, এদিক-সেদিক ক'রে যা পায় তাই দিয়ে কোনোমতে জীবনধারণের চেষ্টা করছে।<br />
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ভবঘুরে লোকগুলো সাইপ্রেস বনে অথবা রাস্তার কাজে ব্যবহৃত পাইপের মধ্যে দিন কাটায়। ঘটনাক্রমে লি চং-এর কাছ থেকে তাদের নেতা ম্যাক একটা বাড়ি ভাড়া নিতে পারে। বলাই বাহুল্য যে, এই বাড়ির ভাড়া যে তারা দিতে পারবে না, তা লি-ও যেমন জানতো, ম্যাক-ও তেমন জানতো। যাহোক ভবঘুরেরা তাদের বাক্সপেটরা গুছিয়ে বাসায় উঠে এলো। তারা এই সৌভাগ্যে বিস্ময়াভিভূত হয়ে গেলো। বাসাটাকে তারা খুবই ভালোবেসে ফেললো, এটা-সেটা, ভাঙাচোরা জিনিসপত্র এনে বাসাটা পরম যত্নে সাজাতে শুরু করলো।<br />
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ডক-কে তারা সবাই খুব পছন্দ করতো। তিনি ছিলেন সাদাসিধা একজন মানুষ, একাকী জীবন-যাপন করতেন, মাঝে মাঝে তাদেরকে বিভিন্নভাবে সাহায্য করতেন। তারা ডকের সম্মানে একটা সারপ্রাইজ পার্টি দিতে চাইলো। কিন্তু তারা মাতাল হয়ে গিয়ে সবকিছু গুবলেট করে দিলো। মাতাল অবস্থায় এটা-সেটা ভেঙে অস্থির অবস্থার সৃষ্টি হলো। গুজব ছড়িয়ে গেলো যে, তারা ডকের বাড়ি চুরি-ডাকাতি করে নষ্ট করেছে, সবাই তাদের ঘৃণা করা শুরু করলো। এতে তারা আরো হতাশ হয়ে গেলো। নিজেদেরকে অকালকুষ্মান্ড, অকর্মার ধাড়ি বলে মনে হতে লাগলো।<br />
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কিছু পরে অবস্থার পরিবর্তন হতে শুরু করলো। মানুষের হতাশ অবস্থা কেটে গিয়ে উচ্ছলতা ফিরে আসলো। এসময় তারা ডকের সম্মানে আরেকটা পার্টি দেবার জন্য মন স্থির করলো, এবার তারা সফল হলো। সবাই স্বতঃস্ফূর্তভাবে পার্টিতে অংশগ্রহণ করলো। ডক খুব খুশি হলো, ওই অঞ্চলের সবাই খুশি হলো - এতো হতাশাজনক পরিস্থিতি আর দু:খ-দারিদ্রের মধ্যেও তারা তাদের প্রিয় মানুষের সাথে একটা চমৎকার সময় কাটাতে পেরেছে।<br />
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গল্পটা সুন্দর ছবির মতো, সবকিছু খুবই বিস্তারিতভাবে বর্ণনা করা হয়েছে, কিন্তু অতিরঞ্জিতভাবে নয়। মুদি দোকানদার লি আর তার দোকান, ডক আর তার বিভিন্নরকম জীবজন্তু যেমন ব্যাঙ আর তারামাছ, ম্যাক আর তার ভবঘুরে সাঙ্গপাঙ্গ, ডোরা ফ্লাড আর তার পতিতালয় - সবকিছু যেন সেই ছবিটার ঠিক জায়গায় ঠিকমতো বসানো। গল্পের বিভিন্ন জায়গায় মজার মজার কথা আছে, যা এইসব গরীব-দু:খী মানুষদের 'হতাশ' জীবনযাপন দেখতে দেখতে 'হতাশ' হয়ে যাওয়া থেকে পাঠককে রক্ষা করবে (উদ্ধৃতি অংশ দেখেন)। ব্যাঙ ধরার আয়োজন, পার্টি দেবার চেষ্টা, পার্টি মাখিয়ে ফেলার মুহূর্ত, লি চং-য়ের দোকান - সবকিছুর মধ্যেই হাস্যরস আছে (কিন্তু বাহুল্য নাই), যার সাথে সাথে তাদের জীবনে আসলেই কি ঘটছে, তা-ও আমরা দেখতে পাই।<br />
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মানুষ তার দুঃখ-কষ্টের মধ্যেও আনন্দ খুঁজে নিতে চেষ্টা করে। মানুষকে স্বপ্ন নিয়ে বাঁচতে হয় - মেঘ কেটে গিয়ে একসময় সূর্য উঠবেই, অন্ধকার কেটে গিয়ে আলো আসবেই। গৃহহীন মানুষেরা যখন একটা ঘরের আশ্রয় পেয়ে সেই শ্রীহীন ঘরটাকেই ভাঙাচোরা জিনিসপত্র দিয়ে সাজিয়ে তুলতে চায়, ভাঙা টবে ফুল ফুটিয়ে ফুলের সৌন্দর্য উপভোগ করতে চায়, তখন সেই দরদমাখা ভালোবাসাই হয়ে যায় তাদের বেঁচে থাকার অবলম্বন।<br />
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পার্টি উপলক্ষ্যে সবার অধীর আগ্রহ, সবার উৎসাহ-উদ্দীপনা - এই প্রাত্যহিক একঘেঁয়ে জীবন-যাপন থেকে একটু অন্যরকম, একটু ছুটি, হতাশাগ্রস্ত মানুষদের পক্ষ থেকে ভালোবাসা, পার্টির জন্য চুরি করতে গিয়ে জেলে যাওয়া, পার্টির জন্য ডোরা ফ্লাডের কর্মী মেয়েদের সাজগোজ, তাদের স্বতঃস্ফূর্ত অংশগ্রহণ - তারা এই সমাজেরই অংশ, এই পরিবারেরই অংশ - এমনটাই যেন হওয়া উচিৎ।<br />
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চমৎকার আলো-আঁধারির সুষমামাখা গল্প। খানিকটা যেন এবরোজিনদের ডট আর্টের মতো (অস্ট্রেলিয়ায় এবরোজিনদের একটা বিশেষ ধরণের চিত্রকর্ম আছে - তারা ছবি আঁকে বিভিন্ন রংয়ের বিন্দু দিয়ে - যা সম্মিলিতভাবে একটা চমৎকার ছবিতে পরিণত হয়, 'Aboriginal dot art' লিখে গুগল করেন।)।<br />
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জন স্টেইনবেক ১৯৬২ সালে সাহিত্যে নোবেল পান তার এই বাস্তবধর্মী আর কাল্পনিক চিন্তাধারার সংমিশ্রণের দক্ষতার জন্য, সেই সাথে সমাজের বিভিন্নরকম মানুষের বিভিন্নরকম জীবনধারা,<br />
তাদের সাথে সমব্যাথী হয়ে সহানুভূতিশীল হাস্যরসের ছোঁয়ায় তাদের কথা ফুটিয়ে তোলার জন্য।<br />
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আমি ড. অভিজিৎ দত্তের বাংলা অনুবাদ পড়েছি। সুন্দর অনুবাদ।<br />
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গল্পটি আর তার সিক্যুয়েল অবলম্বনে ১৯৮২ সালে একটা মুভি বানানো হয় যাতে অভিনয় করেছেন নিক নোল্ট, আর ডেবরা উইংগার।<br />
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"রাস্তার পাইপে অথবা সাইপ্রাস বনের তুলনায় লি-এর ভাড়াটেরা যথেষ্ট আরামপ্রদ হিসেবে পছন্দ করেছিল জায়গাটাকে, তার প্রমান হিসাবে প্রথমে একটা চেয়ার এলো। তারপর আরো একটা। কয়েকটা টুলও এসে পড়লো। একজন তো একটা চারপাইও জোগাড় করে আনলো। অতঃপর এলো একটা খাবার টেবিল। সেটা আবার স্থানীয় রঙের দোকানদারের দাক্ষিণ্যে রঙিন হয়ে এসেছিলো।"<br />
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"পরদিনই ম্যাক কোথা থেকে একটা সোফা কম বেড ঘাড়ে করে এনে হাজির হলো, যার গদী প্রায় নিঃশেষিত, স্প্রিংয়ের কঙ্কাল বেরিয়ে পড়েছে। এরপরই ওদের মধ্যে বাড়িটার শ্রী ফেরানোর - খোলতাই করার অলিখিত, তীব্র প্রতিযোগিতা শুরু হলো। একটা চেয়ার (আসনটা অর্ধেক ভাঙা), পুরোনো কার্পেট (অবশ্যই যথেষ্ট ছেঁড়া), একটা দেওয়াল ঘড়ি (কাঁটাবিহীন, সময় বলতে অক্ষম), একটা খাবার টেবিল - মাসখানেকের মধ্যে বাড়িটা অতি সজ্জিত অথবা সজ্জা-জর্জরিত হয়ে উঠলো। দেওয়ালগুলো চুনকাম করা হলো, তাতে সেটা আরো ঘোলাটে, অস্বচ্ছ হয়ে প্রায় অপার্থিব ছোঁয়া লাগা মনে হতে লাগলো। এবং সেই দেওয়ালে ছবি টাঙানোর কাজও শেষ হলো - স্বল্পবাস স্বর্ণকেশী সুন্দরীরা, যাদের হাতে কোকাকোলা অথবা বিয়ারের কৌটা। হেনরী আসার পর মৌলিক শিল্পকর্মের অভাবটা মিতা গেলো। দেওয়ালে জায়গা পেলো তার পাখির পালক দিয়ে আঁকা দুইটা শিল্পনমুনা।"<br />
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"হেজেলের পরবর্তী জীবন যেমন এলোমেলো ছিল, তার জন্মকালীন নামটাও তেমন বিশৃঙ্খলার মধ্যেই রাখা হয়েছিল। হেজেলের মা আট বছরে ক্রমাগত সাতটি সন্তানের জন্ম দিতে দিতে ক্লান্ত হয়ে গিয়েছিলেন। হেজেল ছিল তার অষ্টম সন্তান। তার নাম দিতে গিয়ে তিনি তার লিঙ্গ সম্পর্কে বিভ্রান্ত হয়ে গিয়েছিলেন। তিনি তার সাতটি বাচ্চা আর তাদের অকর্মণ্য বাবাকে খাইয়ে পরিয়ে বাঁচিয়ে রাখার চেষ্টা করতে করতে সর্বদাই ক্লান্ত, পরিশ্রান্ত থাকতেন। হয়তো এই ক্লান্তিটাই তাকে বিভ্রান্ত করে ফেলেছিলো। সারাটা দিন নানাভাবে পয়সা রোজগারের চেষ্টায়, কখনো কাগজের ফুল বানিয়ে বিক্রি করে, কখনো মাশরুম, কখনো বা খরগোশের মাংস আর চামড়া - এমনি যা-ই বিক্রিযোগ্য, তা বিক্রিবাটার চেষ্টা করতেন। তার অকর্মণ্য জামাই একটা ক্যানভাসের চেয়ারে বসে নানানভাবে তাকে উপদেশ আর সমালোচনা দিয়ে সাহায্য করার চেষ্টা করতো। হেজেল নামে তার এক চাচী ছিল। এই চাচীর নামেই তার অষ্টম সন্তানের নাম রাখেন হেজেল - সে যে একটা ছেলে বাচ্চা, সেটা বোঝার আগেই। আস্তে আস্তে তারা সবাই এই নামেই অভ্যস্ত হয়ে গেলো, নাম আর পাল্টানোর দরকার মনে করলো না কেউ।"<br />
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"ভোরটা যেন এক সময়-ম্যাজিক ক্যানারি রো-তে। ধূসরতা ছড়ানো প্রাক ভোরে, আলো যখন সবে ফুটতে শুরু করেছে, শহরটা যেন এক অলৌকিকতায় ঝুলে অথবা ডুবে থাকে, নরম রূপালি আলো আর রঙে মাখামাখি হয়ে। ইস্পাতের দীর্ঘ চুল্লির শীর্ষগুলো ঝকঝক করতে থাকে। পরিবেশ জুড়ে নির্জন-নিস্তব্ধতা। রাস্তাগুলো জনমানবশূন্য, যেন আগামী মুখর ব্যস্ততার প্রস্তুতি হিসেবেই। এমনকি সমুদ্রের ঢেউগুলো ক্যানারির দেয়ালে আছড়ে পরে - সমস্ত শব্দই শুনতে পাওয়া যায়, স্পষ্ট - অতি স্পষ্ট। তখন চরাচর জুড়ে, সময় জুড়ে ছড়িয়ে থাকে শান্তি। ক্যানারির দৈনন্দিন ব্যস্ততা আর কোলাহল সরিয়ে দিয়ে সময় তখন যেন একটু বিশ্রাম নেয়। সেই শান্তিপূর্ণ সময়ে বেড়ালগুলো নিঃশব্দে দেয়াল টপকে, মাঠগুলোয়, সমুদ্রপাড়ে মাছের অবশিষ্ট অংশ খুঁজে বেড়ায়। কুকুরগুলো রাজকীয় ভঙ্গিতে খুঁজে বেড়ায় কোথায় কোথায় পেশাব করতে হবে। সীগালগুলো নিঃশব্দে উড়ে এসে ক্যানারির ছাদে এসে ব'সে ডানা ঝাপটাতে থাকে। মেরিন স্টেশনের কাছে পাথরগুলো থেকে হাউন্ডের ডাকের মতো সী-লায়নের ডাক ভেসে আসে।"<br />
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In Monterey, California there is a waterfront street named Cannery Row where there were many factories that used to make sardine cans. Hence is the name 'Cannery Row' (The canneries are not operational anymore, the road and the dead canneries are still there, see Google Maps).<br />
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Set back in the 'Great Depression' era (1929-1939), when the world was suffering great economic disaster, this novel picks the life, emotions and day-to-day activities of the people in that region on that time. There are three main characters - Lee Chong, Doc and Mack - along with many other different characters. Lee Chong is a local grocer, Doc is a marine biologist, Mack who is the leader of the vagabonds who have nothing to do, who are barely trying to live their depressed life by earning or borrowing whatever little bucs they find here and there, this way or that way.<br />
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The vagabonds live in the cypress forest or in tunnels used for roadworks. By chance their leader Mack could rent a house from Lee Chong. It is worth mentioning that, that they won't be able to pay the rent was known to both Lee Chong as well as Mack. Anyway, the vagabonds moved in the house. They were overwhelmed by this chance of luck. Made the house their very own out of love and affection, started to make it homely by bringing in different broken and out-of-order furniture.<br />
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They loved the Doc very much as a sedentary and gentle human being who helped them time to time. They wanted to throw a surprise party in his honour. But the party goofed up as they became drunk. They broke a lot of things out of drunkenness. Rumours spreaded that they tried to ransack the Doc's house and equipment and everybody started to hate and blame them. They became more depressed, they felt like good-for-nothing or like total rubbish.<br />
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After some time the situation started changing. The depression era started to ease; smile and happiness started to show up again. They tried to arrange another party and became successful this time. Everybody joined the party spontaneously, the Doc was overwhelmed and the inhabitants of that region were delighted to have a good time with their loving Doc even amidst their poor and depressing situation.<br />
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The story is picturesque where everything is depicted in great details, but without exaggeration. The grocer Lee and his shop, the Doc and his different types of animals like frog, starfish, Mack and his fellow vagabonds, the brothel led by Dora Flood - everything seems to be just attached rightly to the right spot of that picture. There is humouros touch in places that erases the 'depression' that one might feel going through the 'depressed' life of the poor and downtrodden (see some of the quotes). Capturing frogs, throwing a party, goofing up the party, Lee Chong's grocery - everything has its own humourous touch (but not exaggerated) while we feel the actual real-life events happening there.<br />
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We need to find piece and happiness even amidst our pain and grievances. Man needs to live on hope - every cloud has a silver lining, gloom and darkness should go away and happiness should smile in. When the homeless people found a shelter, they started to beautify that humble and petty home with broken furniture, they tried to implant flowers in broken flower-pots to smell the flower, to see its beauty - these heart-felt love was their hope for life.<br />
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Everyone's enthusiasm for the party - a little difference from the monotonous day-to-day life, a little relief, a little break, love and affection from depressed poor people, going to jail because of stealing things for the party, the grooming of the ladies of Dora Flood's brothel, their enthusiastic participation - they are part of the society, they are part of the family - as if it should be like that.<br />
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It feels like a beautiful craft made of light and darkness, a craft somewhat like an Aboriginal dot art (In Australia, the Aborigines do a special drawing with dots where a lot of dots of different colours develop an art painting. Google for 'Aboriginal dot art' for more details.).<br />
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John Steinbeck was awarded Nobel in 1962 in literature for depicting realistic and imaginative themes together with deep social perceptions that are put forth with sympathetic humours to those social characters and lives.<br />
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I read the Bangla translation from Dr. Ovijit Dutt. Nice one.<br />
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There is a 1982 movie based on the novel and its sequel starring Nick Nolte and Debra Winger.<br />
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Book cover from: https://www.behance.net/gallery/8372477/John-Steinbeck-Covers<br />
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Quotes:<br />
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"In the pipes and under the cypress-tree there had been no room for furniture and the little niceties which are not only the diagnoses but the boundaries of our civilization. Once in the Palace Flop-house, the boys set about furnishing it. A chair appeared and a cot and another chair. A hardware store supplied a can of red paint not reluctantly because it never knew about it, and as a new table or footstool appeared it was painted, which not only made it very pretty but also disguised it to a certain extent in case a former owner looked in."<br />
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"The next day Mack puffed up the hill carrying a rusty set of springs he had found on a scrap-iron dump. The apathy was broken then. The boys outnumbered one another in beautifying the Palace Flophouse until after a few months it was, as anything, over-furnished. There were old carpets on the floor, chairs with and without seats. Mack had a wicker chaise-lounge painted bright red. There were<br />
tables, a grandfather clock without dial face or works. The walls were whitewashed, which made it almost light and airy. Pictures began to appear — mostly calendars showing improbable luscious blondes holding bottles of Coca-Cola. Henri had contributed two pieces from his chicken-feather period. A bundle of gilded cat-tails stood in one corner and a sheaf of peacock-feathers was nailed to the wall beside the grandfather clock."<br />
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"Hazel got his name in as haphazard a way as his life was ever afterward. His worried mother had had seven children in eight years. Hazel was the eighth, and his mother became confused about his sex when he was born. She was tired and run down anyway from trying to feed and clothe seven children and their father. She had tried every possible way of making money — paper flowers, mushrooms at home, rabbits for meat and fur — while her husband from a canvas chair gave her every help with his advice and reasoning and criticism he could offer. She had a great aunt named Hazel who was reputed to carry life insurance. The eighth child was named Hazel before the mother got it through her head that Hazel was a boy and by that time she was used to the name and never bothered to change it."<br />
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"Early morning is a time of magic in Cannery Row. In the grey time after the light has come and before the sun has risen, the Row seems to hang suspended out of time in a silvery light. The street lights go out, and the weeds are a brilliant green. The corrugated iron of the caimeries glows with the pearly lucence of platinum or old pewter. No auto-mobiles are running then. The street is silent of progress and business. And the rush and drag of the waves can be heard as they splash in among the piles of the canneries. It is a time of great peace, a deserted tune, a little era of rest. Cats drip over the fences and slither like syrup over the ground to look for fish-heads. Silent early morning dogs parade majestically picking and choosing judiciously where-on to pee. The sea-gulls come flapping in to sit on the cannery roofs to await the day of refuse. They sit on the roof peaks shoulder to shoulder. From the rocks near the Marine Station comes the barking of sea-lions like the baying of hounds."</div>
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Author: Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)<br />
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Publication year: 1916<br />
Category/tags: Theism, atheism, human emotions, philosophy, Platonic love, spirituality, mysticism<br />
Language: Bangla<br />
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গল্পটি বলছে শ্রীবিলাস নাম এক তরুণ, গল্পে আছে আরো তিনটি চরিত্র। তাই একসাথে তারা হলো চার। গল্পের নামের এটাই অর্থ - চতুরঙ্গ - চতুঃ + অঙ্গ = চতুরঙ্গ বা চারটি অঙ্গ।<br />
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গল্পটি শুরু হয় জগমোহন আর শচীশকে নিয়ে। জগমোহন এক মুক্তচিন্তার মানুষ। তিনি শচীশের চাচা। অন্যদিকে তার ভাই হরিমোহন এক গোঁড়া হিন্দু কুলীন ব্যক্তি। হরিমোহনের দুই ছেলে - একজন পুরন্দর যে কিনা বাবার অত্যধিক আদর-আহলাদে ননীর পুতুলের মতো বড় হয়েছে, আরেকজন শচীশ, যে কিনা চাচার উদার মুক্তচিন্তার ছায়াতলে উদারমনস্কভাবে বড় হয়েছে।<br />
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বাড়িতে একদল মুসলমান দাওয়াত করে খাওয়ানোর পরে দুই ভাইয়ের রেষারেষি চূড়ান্তে পৌঁছায়; বাড়ির মধ্যে দুই ভাইয়ের থাকার জায়গা পাঁচিল দিয়ে আলাদা করে ফেলা হয়। রেষারেষি আগেও ছিল, কারণ পৃথিবীতে গোঁড়ামি আর উদারপন্থা কখনোই শান্তিতে একসাথে থাকতে পারে না, পারার কথাও না। যাহোক, শচীশ তার চাচার সাথেই থেকে গেলো। কিন্তু তার বাবার সামাজিক কুচক্রান্তে (যেমন, তার বাবা বলে বেড়ালো যে, জগমোহন শচীশকে কাছে রেখেছে যেন খাওয়া-পরা চালিয়ে নিতে পারে) শচীশ তার চাচাকে ছাড়তে বাধ্য হলো। কিন্তু সে তার বাবার জায়গায় ফিরে গেলো না, জায়গা নিলো একটা মেসে।<br />
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একদিন শচীশ তার চাচার বাসায় নিয়ে এলো ননী নামে এক কমবয়সী এতিম, বিধবা মেয়েকে যাকে পুরন্দর শারীরিকভাবে ভোগ করেছে, কিন্তু তার দায়-দায়িত্ব না নিয়ে তাড়িয়ে দিয়েছে। জগমোহন তাকে 'মা' বলে ডেকে তাকে বুকে তুলে নিলো, বাসায় আশ্রয় দিলো। এখন হরিমোহন আর আশেপাশের লোকজন নতুন করে কুৎসা রটাতে লাগলো যে জগমোহন এক পতিতাকে আশ্রয় দিয়েছে।<br />
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ননীকে তাড়াবার জন্য পুরন্দর আর তার বাবার একের পর এক চেষ্টার পর শচীশ সিদ্ধান্ত নিলো ননীকে সামাজিকভাবে বিয়ে করার। পুত্রের সিদ্ধান্তে তার বাবা যারপরনাই বিরক্ত হলেন। কিন্তু তীব্র মানসিক টানাপোড়েনে ননী এটা শেষ পর্যন্ত টেনে নিতে পারলো না - এই কুৎসিত সমাজে জগমোহন তাকে আশ্রয় দিয়েছিল, তার হাতের খাবার ছাড়া জগমোহন খেতে চাইতো না, তার মতো 'পাপিষ্ঠা'কে জগমোহন মায়ের মর্যাদা দিয়ে ধরে রেখেছিলো, তার মতো 'পাপিষ্ঠা'কে বিয়ে করে শচীশ সমাজের অনাগত রক্তচক্ষু থেকে তাকে বাঁচাতে চাইছে - এই সবকিছু তাকে তীব্র আবেগের তাড়নায় ভাসিয়ে নিয়ে গেলো।<br />
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একসময় কলকাতায় প্লেগের মহামারী শুরু হলো। শচীশ আর জগমোহন রোগীদের সেবা করা আর মৃতদের কবর দেবার জন্য রয়ে গেলো। একসময় জগমোহন নিজেও প্লেগে আক্রান্ত হয়ে মারা গেলেন। তার মৃত্যুর পর শচীশকে আর ধরে রাখা গেলো না। সে সব পার্থিব কাজকর্মের প্রতি উদাস হয়ে মাঠে-ঘাটে ঘুরে বেড়াতে লাগলো। একসময় স্থানীয় আধ্যাত্মিক কীর্তন গায়কদলের সাথে যোগ দিয়ে তাদের মতোই ভবঘুরে হয়ে গেলো।<br />
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এই ব্যাপারটা কিন্তু জগমোহনের শিক্ষার বিরোধী - সে এসব আধ্যাত্মবাদের ধার ধারতো না, পৃথিবীর মাঝে লোকের সেবাযত্ন করাটাই তার কাছে বেঁচে থাকার অর্থ। কিন্তু শচীশ পারলো না; চাচার মৃত্যুর পর সে মানসিকভাবে এতোই অস্থির হয়ে গেলো যে, সে এই উদাসপথেই যোগ দিলো, এখানেই সে শান্তি পেলো। ঈশ্বর, প্রকৃতি, অনন্ত যাই বলি - এই আধ্যাত্মবাদকেই সে ভালোবাসলো।<br />
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তার সাথে সাথে গল্পের কথক শ্রীবিলাসও সেই আশ্রমে যোগ দিলো। সেখানে তাদের পরিচয় হলো অল্পবয়সী বিধবা দামিনীর সাথে। দামিনী ছিল বিদ্রোহী মনের - এইসব 'বাস্তবতাবিরোধী' আর 'অপার্থিব' আধ্যাত্মবাদে নিজেকে নিবেদন করে পৃথিবীর ভাব-ভালোবাসা ভুলে যাবার বিরোধী সে। শচীশকে সে ভালোবাসে। কিন্তু শচীশের কোনো হুঁশ নাই, সে এসব পার্থিব ভাব-ভালোবাসার উর্দ্ধে চলে গেছে। দামিনী গল্পকথক শ্রীবিলাসের সাথে খুব বেশি বেশি বন্ধুর মতো মিশে শচীশকে ঈর্ষাপরায়ণ করে তুললো। এতে শচীশের মনে তীব্রভাবে নাড়া লাগলো, অনন্তের প্রতি তার নিবেদন আর পার্থিব ভালোবাসার মধ্যে এক তীব্র টানাটানির মধ্যে ছিঁড়ে-খুঁড়ে যেতে লাগলো।<br />
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শেষমেশ শচীশ আধ্যাত্মবাদেই থেকে গেলো। অপার্থিবকে ত্যাগ করে পার্থিব বন্ধনের কাছে, দামিনীর কাছে সে ফিরতে পারলো না।<br />
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অবশেষে গল্পের কথক শ্রীবিলাস তাকে বিয়ে করে। বিয়ের পর তারা চমৎকার ভালোবাসাময় জীবন কাটায়। পুরো সময়টা অধরা ভালোবাসার মাঝে হুটোপুটি খেয়ে দামিনী শেষ পর্যন্ত অনুভব করে যে, আরো একজন আছে যে তাকে মনে-প্রাণে ভালোবাসে। এটা একটা অদ্ভুত পরিস্থিতি যেখানে দুজন দুজনকে ভালোবাসে, কিন্তু তাদের ভালোবাসায় আরো একজন আছে যে পার্থিব ভালোবাসার উর্দ্ধে উঠে ভবঘুরের মতো ঘুরে বেড়ায়, তার খাওয়া-পরার যেন কষ্ট না হয়, সেদিকেও তারা খেয়াল রাখে।<br />
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গল্পটা খুব সুন্দর। এখানে অনেক কিছু বলা হয়েছে। এখানে আছে প্লেটোনিক ভালোবাসা, অনুরাগ। নিষ্ঠুর সামাজিক আচার-বিধির বিরুদ্ধে বিদ্রোহ আছে, বিশেষ করে মেয়েদের প্রতি সমাজের রক্তচক্ষুর বিরুদ্ধে। জাতিগত ভেদাভেদের বিরুদ্ধে বলা হয়েছে (বিশেষ করে হিন্দু-মুসলিমদের মধ্যে রেষারেষি, যেখানে সেই সময়ে মুসলিমরা ওই অঞ্চলে সংখ্যালঘু সুবিধাবঞ্চিত ছিল)। গল্পের বিভিন্ন স্থানে ছোট ছোট মজাদার লাইন আছে যা গল্পটিকে আরো সুপাঠ্য করেছে। অনেক অনেক চমৎকার রূপক উদাহরণ আছে, যা পাঠককে ভাবতে শেখাবে। আমি সাহিত্য-সমালোচক নই, শুধুমাত্র সারাংশ লেখার চেষ্টা করেছি। এতো চমৎকার গল্পের সারাংশ লেখাটা আসলে বাতুলতা (যেকোনো গল্পের সারাংশ আসলে কখনোই সম্পূর্ণতা পায় না; এখানে ভালো কিছু থাকলে সেটা হচ্ছে গল্পটার সাথে পরিচিত হওয়া)। শুধুমাত্র এই সুন্দর গল্পটার সাথে পরিচয় করিয়ে দেবার জন্যই এই অপচেষ্টা। ভাব-ভালোবাসার গুরু রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুরের এক চমৎকার সৃষ্টি এই গল্পটি।<br />
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বাংলা পিডিএফ এখানে পাওয়া যাবে: https//bdebooks.com/books/chaturanga-by-rabindranath-tagore<br />
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ইংরেজি ট্রান্সলেশন আছে Amazon-এ:<br />
https://www.amazon.com/Quartet-CHATURANGA-Rabindranath-Tagore/dp/043595086X<br />
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এখানে আরো বিস্তারিত পাবেন গল্পটি অবলম্বনে যে মুভিটি বানানো হয়েছে তার সারাংশ: http://rupkatha.com/V2/n4/24TagoreChaturangaFilm.pdf<br />
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এখানে আরেকটি বিশ্লেষণ:<br />
https://core.ac.uk/download/pdf/2785169.pdf<br />
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শাস্ত্রে স্ত্রীপশু-বলি নিষেধ, কিন্তু মানুষের বেলায় ঐটেতেই সবচেয়ে উল্লাস।<br />
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প্রকৃতির স্রোতের ভিতর দিয়াই আমাদিগকে জীবনতরী বাহিয়া চলিতে হইবে। আমাদের সমস্যা এ নয় যে, স্রোতটাকে কি করিয়া বাদ দিব; সমস্যা এই যে, তরী কি হইলে ডুবিবে না, চলিবে। সেইজন্যই হালের দরকার।<br />
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জীবনের পর্দার আড়ালে অদৃশ্য হাতে বেদনার যে জাল বোনা হইতে থাকে তার নকশা কোনো শাস্ত্রের নয়, ফরমাশের নয় - তাইতো ভিতরে বাহিরে বেমানান হইয়া এতো ঘা খাইতে হয়, এতো কান্না ফাটিয়া পড়ে।<br />
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সংসার মানুষকে পোদ্দারের মতো বাজাইয়া লয়, শোকের ঘা, ক্ষতির ঘা, মুক্তির লোভের ঘা দিয়া। যাদের সুর দুর্বল, পোদ্দার তাহাদিগকে টান মারিয়া ফেলিয়া দেয়; এই বৈরাগীগুলো সেই ফেলিয়া দেওয়া মেকি টাকা, জীবনের কারবারে অচল। অথচ এরা জাঁক করিয়া বেড়ায় যে, এরাই সংসার ত্যাগ করিয়াছে। যার কিছুমাত্র যোগ্যতা আছে সংসার হইতে তার কোনোমতে ফসকাইবার জো নাই। শুকনো পাতা গাছ হইতে ঝরিয়া পড়ে, গাছ তাহাকে ঝরাইয়া ফেলে বলিয়াই - সে যে আবর্জনা।<br />
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নাস্তিকের পক্ষে লোকের ভালো করার মধ্যে নিছক নিজের লোকসান ছাড়া আর কিছুই নাই - তাহাতে না আছে পূণ্য, না আছে পুরস্কার, না আছে কোনো দেবতা বা শাস্ত্রের বকশিশের বিজ্ঞাপন বা চোখ-রাঙানি। যদি কেহ তাহাকে জিজ্ঞাসা করিত, 'প্রচুরতম লোকের প্রভুততম সুখসাধনে' আপনার গরজটা কি? তিনি বলিতেন, কোন গরজ নাই, সেটাই আমার সবচেয়ে বড় গরজ।<br />
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গল্পই লোকের বিশ্বাস কাড়িবার জন্য সাবধান হইয়া চলে, সত্যের সে দায় নাই বলিয়া সত্য অদ্ভুত হইতে ভয় করে না।<br />
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The story is narrated by Sribilash, a juvenile who comes in contact with three other characters. Together they make four - that is the meaning of the story 'Choturongo' - Chotuh + Ongo = four parts.<br />
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The story starts with Jagomohon and Sachish. Jagomohon - who is an unorthodox person - is the uncle of Sachis. On the other hand Jagomohon's brother Horimohon is extremely religious. He had two sons - Purondor and Sachis. Purondor is spoiled through his father's extreme indulgence, whereas Sachis grows up under the shade of genourous secular views of his uncle.<br />
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After inviting a couple of Muslims to their house, the relation between brother breaks and a wall is raised in the house. It was never so cool as extreme and secular religious views never stayed in harmony in the world, and honestly they cannot. Anyway, Sachis stayed with his uncle. After his father's extreme social politics (like Jagomohon is using Sachis to get money for living) he had to leave the house, but refused to go back to his father's den and started staying in a mess.<br />
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One day, Sachis brought to his uncle's house an orphan, widowed young lady named Noni who was molested by Purondor, but he didn't take the responsibility and drove her away. Jagomohon called her a 'mother' and let her stay in the house. Now Horimohon and the surrounding people of the society started scandals against Jagomohon that he gave shelter to a prostitute.<br />
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After Purondor's and his father's several attempts to oust the lady, Sachis decided to marry her. Sachis's father was severely disturbed by his son's decision. Noni, however, couldn't make it through because of extreme mental turbulence of emotions - that Jagomohon gave her shelter over the filthy society, that he couldn't eat without her cooking, that he loved a 'sinful' lady like her as a mother, that Sachis is going to marry a 'sinful' lady like her to save from upcoming social attacks.<br />
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At a point there was plague epidemic in Calcutta. Sachis and Jagomohon stayed back curing the patients or burying the deads. Jagomohon caught plague at a point and died. Now Sachis became unstable and lost attraction in all mundane activities and joined a local spiritual kirtan chanters' group and became vagabond with them.<br />
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This was against the teachings of Jagomohon - he didn't like spiritual path but wanted to live and help people in however he can; this is what a meaningful life is like to him. But Sachis couldn't but indulge into it; he is so traumatised after his uncle's death that he found peace in spirituality. He fell in love with eternity, God, nature - whatever you call.<br />
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Along with him, the narrator Sribilash also joined the group. There they met the lady Damini who is young widow. Damini is a young revolt - doesn't want to succumb to this 'unrealistic' and 'un-mundanely' spirituality to forget the world, love and affection by submitting to eternity. She loves Sachis, but he is indifferent; he is already above these humanely emotions. However, Damini makes him envious by befriending the narrator Sribilash. Sachis is stirred and passes through extreme tug-of-war between his devotion to eternity and coming back to loving earth.<br />
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Sachish ultimately could not come back from his devotion to eternity. So he could not get back to Damini as a mundane human bonding.<br />
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The narrator Sribilash married her eventually. After the marriage they had a happy love life. Blinded by uncatchable love the whole time, Damini felt that she has somebody else to love which now she has. This is a very complex scenario where they had a happy life, however they both loved vagabond Sachish and took every care of him.<br />
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The story is very much enjoyable. It includes a bunch of different things. There is inclusion of platonic love and devotions. The story revolts against cruel social dogmas and traits, especially to women. It stands strong against racial discrimination (especially Hindu-Muslim relations where Muslims were less privileged in those decades and in those regions). The auther put forth an enjoyable reading with minor bits of humorous lines at several places. A lot of wonderful allegories are also out there that emphasizes thinking high. I am not a literature-critic, I just tried to summarise. Such a wonderful art cannot be summarised really. (Any attempt to summarise any story is perhaps always incomplete; the one good thing in there however, is the acquaintance). This is just a little endeavour to acquaint with this wonderful story. This is a wonderful piece of work from the master of love and emotion Rabindranath Tagore.<br />
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Bangla PDF available at: https//bdebooks.com/books/chaturanga-by-rabindranath-tagore<br />
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English translation is available at Amazon:<br />
https://www.amazon.com/Quartet-CHATURANGA-Rabindranath-Tagore/dp/043595086X<br />
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Following link has a better and detailed discussion on the film that was based on the novel:<br />
http://rupkatha.com/V2/n4/24TagoreChaturangaFilm.pdf<br />
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Another analysis here:<br />
https://core.ac.uk/download/pdf/2785169.pdf<br />
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Quotes:<br />
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In scripture it is prohibited to sacrifice animals of the female-kind; however in case of humans, that is the real delight that people feel. ['sacrifice' here is meant to be traumatizing or torturing]<br />
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We have to row our 'life' boat through this lifely stream. How we can evade the stream and move on is not the problem. The problem is how to keep the boat afloat and moving. That's why we need rudder.<br />
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The pattern of the pain and agony that is woven behind the curtain of our day-to-day life doesn't follow any scripture or decree. That's why the inharmonious inside and outside cause so much pain and agony.<br />
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Life tests human beings like a money-changer by blowing him with grievance, loss or craving for freedom. Those who are weak, the money-changer throws them away; these anchorites are like those invalid coins - obsolete for life. But see, these are the people who boast as if they have left the mundane activities on their own. If somebody has the slightest ability, there is no way for him/her to leave this family/worldly activities. Dry leaves fall from tree because the tree sheds them away - these are rubbish.<br />
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There is nothing but loss for an atheist to help other human beings - there is no virtue it it, no reward, neither any awarding advertisement nor any frowing from any scripture or god. If somebody would ask him, what is your urgency in making 'an abundance of people' to be 'bountifully happy'? He would say, that there is no real urgency - that is my devotion.<br />
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Rumours need to be careful as they need to gain people's favour. Truth doesn't need that; that is why it is not afraid to be bold or weird.<br />
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[Image from: http://www.librariabucuresti.com/Carti-Chaturanga-5324.htm]<br />
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-32504710221714435582019-01-04T21:03:00.000+00:002019-01-04T21:04:57.220+00:00Book Review - A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Story: A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court<br />
Author: Mark Twain (1835-1910)<br />
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Category: Satire, Adventure, Time Travel, Children's Literature<br />
Publication Year: 1889<br />
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Summary:<br />
আমেরিকার কানেকটিকাটে ছিল হ্যাংক নামে এক ইঞ্জিনিয়ার। একদিন এক সহকর্মীর সাথে ঝগড়ার সময় সহকর্মী তার মাথায় দিলো এক রদ্দা। সেই ঘা খেয়ে হ্যাংক গেল অজ্ঞান হয়ে। জ্ঞান ফিরলে সে দেখলো, আরে, কোথায় কানেকটিকাট? এ তো দেখি ষষ্ঠ শতাব্দী (৫০০-৬০০ খ্রিষ্টাব্দ), রাজা আর্থারের রাজত্ব! কোন এক জাদুবলে সে সময়ের মারপ্যাচে ষষ্ঠ শতাব্দীতে এসে পড়েছে।<br />
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উদ্ভট জামাকাপড়ের জন্য তাকে মৃত্যুদন্ড দেয়া হলো। পরদিন তাকে পুড়িয়ে মারা হবে। ভাগ্যক্রমে পরের দিন ছিল সূর্যগ্রহণ। সে তা জানতো, আর সেই পুরনো কৌশল অবলম্বন করে (কলম্বাসের মতো), সূর্যকে গায়েব করে দেবার নাম করে নিজেকে প্রবল প্রতাপশালী এক জাদুকর হিসেবে প্রতিষ্ঠিত করলো। শুধু তাই না, সে প্রধানমন্ত্রীর পদ দাবি করলো। বাঁচার জন্য তাকে সবই দেয়া হলো, আর সে শুরু করলো ইঞ্জিনিয়ার হিসাবে তার গোপন কাজকর্ম।<br />
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এক পর্যায়ে সে আর রাজা আর্থার ছদ্মবেশে সাধারণ মানুষের জীবনযাপন দেখতে বেরুলো। ঘুরতে ঘুরতে এক পর্যায়ে দাস-ব্যবসায়ীরা তাদেরকে দাস হিসেবে বন্দী করলো। সেখানে গ্যাঞ্জাম বাধানোর পরে তাদেরকে ফাঁসিতে ঝুলানোর ব্যবস্থা করা হলো, সময়মতো রাজার লোকজন এসে পড়ায় সে যাত্রা জানে বাঁচলো।<br />
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পুরো গল্পই এরকম আরো অনেক মজার মজার অভিযানে ভরা। অভিযানগুলো শুধু মজারই না, সেই সাথে এগুলো মধ্যযুগীয় সমস্যাগুলোও তুলে ধরেছে। যেমন, নিরীহ মানুষজন বিনা বিচারে বছরের পর বছর জেল খাটে যেখানে রাজা-রাণীর কোনো হুঁশই নাই এ ব্যাপারে, আবার কোথাও মানুষজন রাজতন্ত্র হঠিয়ে গণতন্ত্র প্রতিষ্ঠার জন্য সংগ্রাম করে - এরকম আরো নানান রকম মজার মজার ঘটনা। রাজতন্ত্রের হাস্যকর নিয়মকানুনের বিরুদ্ধে মার্ক টোয়েন তার স্বভাবজাত ব্যঙ্গবিদ্রূপ দিয়ে লিখেছেন। আসলে লেখক রাজতন্ত্রের বিরুদ্ধে অনেক গল্পেই লিখেছেন, যেমন আরেকটি গল্পের উদাহরণ দেয়া যায় 'The Prince and The Pauper'।<br />
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চার্চ দেখলো, এ তো ভারী উৎপাত! হ্যাংক আর রাজা তো দেখি আমাদের প্রভাব বিস্তারে বাধা সৃষ্টি করছে! তারা কৌশলে হ্যাংক আর তার পরিবারকে দূরে ভ্রমণে পাঠিয়ে দিলো। এদিকে রাজা আর্থার মারা পড়লো রাণীর প্রেমিকের হাতে। দেশের এই অবস্থায় চার্চ সমন জারি করলো হ্যাংকের বিরুদ্ধে। হ্যাংক এক গুহার মধ্যে তার পুরোনো বন্ধুদের নিয়ে আস্তানা গাড়লো। তারা ইলেকট্রিক তারের বেড়া, কামান, গুলি এগুলো নিয়ে নাইটদের সাথে যুদ্ধ করলো। হ্যাংক আহত হয়ে শয্যাশায়ী হলো। এরপর জাদুকর মার্লিন তাকে জাদু দিয়ে ১৩০০ বছরের জন্য ঘুম পাড়িয়ে দিলো।<br />
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গল্পে রাজতন্ত্র, অন্ধবিশ্বাস, দাসপ্রথা, ধর্মীয় গোঁড়ামি, তৎকালীন চার্চের নিপীড়ন - এগুলোর বিরুদ্ধে বিদ্রূপ করা হয়েছে। ছদ্মবেশে দেশ পরিভ্রমণের সময় সাধারণ মানুষের দুঃখকষ্ট, দাসপ্রথা - এগুলোর বিরুদ্ধে রাজার বোধোদয়, এবং এগুলো বন্ধ করার জন্য তার দৃঢ় সংকল্পের মাধ্যমে লেখক তার মনের ইচ্ছাটাই প্রকাশ করেছেন। সেই সাথে সাধারণ মানুষের অর্থহীন সরলতা, যার জন্য তারা সুবিধাবাদীদের ধোঁকা খায়, সেই দিকটা তুলে ধরা হয়েছে। সর্বোপরি, মুক্তভাবে চিন্তা-ভাবনায় বাধা দেয়ার জন্য চার্চের সমালোচনা করা হয়েছে।<br />
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গল্পটি প্রথম দিককার টাইম ট্রাভেল গল্পগুলোর সূচনা করে। যেমন পরবর্তীতে এইচ জি ওয়েলস তার 'দ্য টাইম মেশিন' গল্পটি লেখেন সময় পরিভ্রমণের ওপর।<br />
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চমৎকার মজাদার গল্প। আমি পড়েছি সেবা প্রকাশনীর কাজী শাহনূর হোসেনের বাংলা অনুবাদ। সুন্দর অনুবাদ।<br />
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The story is a first-person narrative, narrated by Hank who is an engineer of Connecticut. He faints after getting a blow from a colleague in the head. When he wakes up, he finds himself back in 6th century at King Arthur's reign. That is, somehow he got transported through time.<br />
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He was sentenced to death by burning at stakes for his different dress-up. Luckily, the next day was a solar eclipse. Using the solar eclipse trick (like Columbus), he proved himself as a powerful magician. He became 'The Boss' and was appointed as the prime minister. He started to develop different types of engineering activities like telegraph, electricity etc.<br />
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After restoring the fountain of a holy place, he and the king set out in disguise to see the condition of common people. They were caught up as slaves, and later were sent to gallows. However, in due time was saved by the royal guards.<br />
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The story narrates such many more interesting adventures throughout the book. Such adventures not only are full of fun, but also reveals medieval age problems. For example, innocent people being punished without proper judgement where the ruling king doesn't even bother to know about it, people fighting for democracy by ousting monarchy and many such things. Mark Twain stood against the funny aspects of monarchy through his usual elegant satires. Actually such satires against monarchy is also observable in his other story 'The Prince and The Pauper'.<br />
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The church, finding Hank and the king as a threat to the religion, tricks Hank to sail far away, while they ruled out 'interdict'; thus, common people took them as enemies. Hank built fortification around a cave and survived the attack by the knights. But he was wounded and was set to sleep for 1300 years by the evil magician Merlin.<br />
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The story mocks at monarchy (kingship), superstitions, medieval-age slaveries, gullibility and churches. While visiting the countryside in disguise, King Arthur felt the need to abolish slavery. People had been too gullible to believe in magical tricks. Churches were oppressive against opinions and free-thinking.<br />
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Interestingly, this book led to time travel themes that prominent writers later adopted in their novels. E.g., 'The Time Machine' by H. G. Wells.<br />
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Pleasant reading. I read the Bangla translation from by Kazi Shahnur Hossain published Seba Prokashoni. Pleasant translation.<br />
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Book Cover: <a href="https://www.abebooks.com/first-edition/Connecticut-Yankee-King-Arthurs-Court-Twain/8690113606/bd">https://www.abebooks.com/first-edition/Connecticut-Yankee-King-Arthurs-Court-Twain/8690113606/bd</a></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Author's nationality: Sierra Leonean</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Book Language: English</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Publication year: 2007</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Category: Civil war, auto-biography, child-soldier, gore, rehabilitation</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">একটি কিশোর ছেলে হুইলব্যারোতে করে একটা মৃতদেহ কবর দেবার জন্য নিয়ে যাচ্ছে। মৃতদেহ সাদা কাপড়ে ঢাকা, কিন্তু ছোপ ছোপ রক্ত চুঁইয়ে পড়ছে কাপড়ের বিভিন্ন জায়গা থেকে। সে জানে না কেন এই বিশেষ একটা মৃতদেহ কবর দেবার জন্য সে ব্যস্ত হয়ে পড়েছে, যেখানে আশেপাশে অসংখ্য বীভৎস মৃতদেহ পঁচে গলে যাচ্ছে। সে কাপড়টা সরালো, দেখলো সারা শরীরে বুলেটের আঘাত। সে মুখের কাপড় সরালো, দেখলো এটা তারই মুখ।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">নিউইয়র্ক সিটির এক কক্ষে দু:স্বপ্ন দেখে ধড়মড় করে উঠে বসলো ছেলেটি। সদ্য সিয়েরা লিয়নের গৃহযুদ্ধ থেকে সে ফিরে এসেছে যেখানে সে কিশোর-যোদ্ধা হিসেবে যুদ্ধ করে যাচ্ছিলো। সে আমাদেরকে তার সাথে নিয়ে গেলো এক যুদ্ধবিদ্ধস্ত দেশে।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">সিয়েরা লিওনের এক প্রত্যন্ত গ্রামের এক কিশোর ছেলে ১২ বছর বয়সী ইসমায়েল। সম্প্রতি সেখানে গৃহযুদ্ধ শুরু হয়েছে সরকারি সেনাদল আর আর.ইউ.এফ. এর মধ্যে (রেভোলুশনারি ইউনাইটেড ফ্রন্ট - সিয়েরা লিওনের এক বিদ্রোহী সংগঠন)। একদিন সে বন্ধুদের সাথে পাশের গ্রামে গেল যেখানে আচমকা বিদ্রোহীরা আক্রমণ করলো। প্রাণের ভয়ে সবাই যে যেদিক পারে দৌড়ে পালালো। তারাও একে অন্যের সাথে বিচ্ছিন্ন হয়ে গেলো, নিজেদের জায়গায় ফিরতে পারলো না। শুরু হলো তাদের একাকী বেঁচে থাকার সংগ্রাম। তারা বুঝলো বিদ্রোহীদের থেকে পালিয়ে বাঁচতে হবে, খাবারের সন্ধানে থাকতে হবে, বনে-জঙ্গলে লুকিয়ে বাঁচতে হবে। এক সময় ইসমাইল অন্যদের থেকে পুরোপুরি বিচ্ছিন্ন হয়ে গেলো আর এক জঙ্গলে হারিয়ে গেলো। সেখানে সে এক মাসের বেশি জংলী ফলমূল আর ঝর্ণার পানি খেয়ে বেঁচে থাকলো। ভেবে দেখেন, ১২ বছরের একটা ছেলে যে যুদ্ধের বিভীষিকায় পালিয়ে বেড়াচ্ছে, জঙ্গলে হারিয়ে গেছে, কিন্তু হাল ছাড়েনি বাঁচবার।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">যদি বিদ্রোহীরা তাদের ধরে ফেলে, তারা গরম বেয়োনেট দিয়ে তাদের হাতে আর. ইউ. এফ.-এর উল্কি এঁকে দেবে, তারপর তাদের দিয়ে যুদ্ধ করাবে। আসলে এটা এক ধরণের বন্দীদশা কারণ এই উল্কির কারণে তারা বিদ্রোহী দল থেকে বের হতে পারবে না। যদি তারা পালিয়ে যায় আর সরকারি সেনাবাহিনীর হাতে ধরা পড়ে, তাহলে তারা এই উল্কিচিহ্ন দেখে বিনা বাক্যব্যয়ে তাদেরকে মেরে ফেলবে। যখন বিদ্রোহীরা ছোট ছেলেদের ধরে, তখন যাদেরকে তাদের অযোগ্য মনে হয়, তাদেরকে নতুন ছেলেদের সামনেই গুলি করে মারে যেন তাদের মন আস্তে আস্তে শক্ত হয়ে যায় আর এসব রক্তপাত কোনো ব্যাপারই মনে না হয়। </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">একসময় আবার সে সমবয়সী কিছু কিশোরের সন্ধান পায়। এখন দলবেঁধে একসাথে চলাফেরা তাদের জন্য নতুন এক সমস্যার সৃষ্টি করলো। একদিকে তারা প্রাণের ভয়ে পালিয়ে বেড়াচ্ছে বিদ্রোহীদের কাছ থেকে, আরেকদিকে গ্রামবাসীরা তাদের বিশ্বাস করে না। যখনই কোন গ্রাম খবর পায় যে একদল কিশোরবয়সী ছেলে একসাথে ঘোরাঘুরি করছে, তখনই তারা তাদেরকে তাড়িয়ে দেয়, এমনকি মেরে ফেলারও চেষ্টা করে। এরকমই এক ঘটনায় তাদেরকে গ্রামবাসী প্রায় মেরে ফেলছিলো, তারা তাদেরকে আটলান্টিকের সৈকতের ধার দিয়ে তাড়িয়ে নিয়ে যায়, যেখানে গরম বালিতে তাদের পায়ে দগদগে ফোস্কা পরে যায়।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">মাসের পর মাস তারা জঙ্গল, গ্রাম, সমুদ্রের ধার দিয়ে পালিয়ে বেড়ায়। তারা তাদের বাবা-মাকে খুঁজলো, আত্মীয়-স্বজনকে খুঁজলো। এক সময় তাদেরকে সরকারি সেনাবাহিনী উদ্ধার করে নিয়ে এক গ্রামে নিয়ে আসে। কিছুদিন পর বিদ্রোহীরা সেই গ্রাম ঘেরাও করে ফেললো। সরকারি বাহিনীর লিউটেনান্ট কমান্ডার তাদের হাতে অস্ত্র তুলে দিতে বাধ্য হলো। এটা ছিল একটা কঠিন সিদ্ধান্ত, কারণ যদি তারা প্রতিরোধ না করে, তাহলে বিদ্রোহীরা সবাইকেই মেরে ফেলবে যেহেতু বিদ্রোহীরা ছিল সংখ্যায় বেশি। ভালোমতো ভেবে দেখলে কাজটা ঠিকই আছে, কারণ উদ্দেশ্যবিহীনভাবে কোনো কারণ ছাড়াই মরে যাবার চেয়ে যেকোনোভাবে বাঁচার চেষ্টা করাটাই বরং ভালো।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">এই ঘটনার পরে শুরু হলো কিশোর-যোদ্ধা হিসেবে তাদের নতুন জীবন। তারা নেশা ড্রাগ নেয়া শুরু করলো যা তাদেরকে গড়ে তুললো পাষান-হৃদয় যোদ্ধা হিসেবে। তারা ব্যথা-বেদনা ভুলে গেলো, চোখে তাদের শুধুই খুন আর বিদ্রোহীদের প্রতি একরাশ ঘৃণা। যুদ্ধের এটাই মূলমন্ত্র - যুদ্ধ যারা করে, তাদেরকে হয়ে যেতে হয় নির্মম খুনে, নির্দয়, প্রতিপক্ষের প্রতি দয়ামায়াহীন, আর প্রতিটা দলই মনে করে তারাই একটা সত্যিকারের উদ্দেশ্য নিয়ে যুদ্ধ করছে, সেই উদ্দেশ্যটাই ঠিক, অন্যেরা ভুল।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">এক সময় ইউনিসেফ তাদেরকে যোদ্ধা-দশা থেকে উদ্ধার করে নিয়ে একটা পুনর্বাসন-কেন্দ্রে নিয়ে আসে। সেখানে দুই পক্ষ থেকেই কিশোর-যোদ্ধাদের নিয়ে আসা হয়েছে - আর.ইউ.এফ. থেকেও কিছু ছেলে আছে, আবার সরকারি দলের হয়ে যারা যুদ্ধ করেছে, তারাও আছে। যেইমাত্র তারা সেটা টের পেলো, তারা সেখানে আবার নিজেদের মধ্যে যুদ্ধ শুরু করলো, সেন্ট্রিদের কাছ থেকে অস্ত্র ছিনিয়ে নিয়ে পুনর্বাসন-কেন্দ্রের মধ্যেই মারামারি শুরু করলো। সেসময় ছয়জন মারা গেলো। মনে হতে লাগলো যে, এরকম ভয়ংকর ছেলেদের কোনোভাবেই আর সুস্থ সমাজে ফিরিয়ে আনা সম্ভব না। কিন্তু ধীরে হলেও তারা আস্তে আস্তে স্বাভাবিক হতে থাকলো। প্রথমে তারা ছিল হিংস্র। কেন্দ্রের কর্মচারীদের ধরে মারপিট করা, বা বই পুড়িয়ে দেয়া, বা বই চুরি করে কাছের বাজারে বিক্রি করা এগুলো ছিল তাদের নিত্য-নৈমিত্তিক ব্যাপার। এই মানসিক পরিবর্তনের পর্যায়ে শুরু হলো তাদের দুঃস্বপ্ন দেখা, বা হেলুসিনেশন। তারা দুঃস্বপ্ন দেখতো যেন কিছু সৈন্য তাদের বেঁধে ফেলেছে, আর গলা কেটে ফেলছে। দুঃস্বপ্নে জেগে উঠে তারা ফুটবল মাঠে দৌড়ে বেড়াতো। কখনো তারা কর্মচারীদের মনে করতো শত্রুপক্ষ, তাদেরকে বেঁধে ফেলে জিজ্ঞাসাবাদ শুরু করতো যে কোথা থেকে তারা অস্ত্রপাতি পায় ইত্যাদি।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">খুবই ধীরে তারা এই হেলুসিনেশন আর দুঃস্বপ্নগুলো থেকে বেরিয়ে আসতে থাকলো। এই পর্যায়ে ইউনিসেফ তাদেরকে পুনর্বাসনের চেষ্টা শুরু করলো। তাদের নিকট আত্মীয়দের খুঁজে তাদেরকে পুনর্মিলনের চেষ্টা করলো। কারো কারো আত্মীয়-স্বজন খুঁজে পাওয়া গেলো। কিন্তু বেশিরভাগই তাদের ফেরত নিতে অস্বীকার করলো, তারা জানে যে এক সময় এরা খুনে যোদ্ধা ছিল। একই সাথে অনেকে তাদেরকে সাদরে, অনেক আবেগের সাথেই গ্রহণ করলো। ইসমাইল ছিল সৌভাগ্যবান, কারণ তার চাচা, যাকে সে কোনোদিন দেখেইনি, তিনি অনেক আদরের সাথে তাকে নিয়ে গেলেন। তিনি ছিলেন সামান্য এক ছুতারমিস্ত্রি, খুব একটা সচ্ছল ছিলেন না, কিন্তু তার মনটা ছিল বড়। </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">এক সময় তাকে ইউ.এন.-এর পক্ষ থেকে আমেরিকায় একটা সম্মেলনে পাঠানো হলো। সেখানে আফিকার বিভিন্ন যুদ্ধবিদ্ধস্ত দেশ থেকে ছেলে-মেয়েদের নিয়ে আসা হয়েছে। সেখানে এক গল্পকথকের সাথে তার পরিচয় হলো। এই গল্পকথক - তার নাম লরা - পরবর্তীতে এক সময় তাকে সন্তান হিসেবে দত্তক নেয়, তার অন্য আরো সন্তানদের সাথেই সে পরবর্তীতে একসাথে বেড়ে ওঠে। সম্মেলন শেষে তাদেরকে আবার তাদের নিজ নিজ দেশে ফিরিয়ে নিয়ে যাওয়া হয়। এই সময় ফ্রিটাউনে (সিয়েরা লিয়নের রাজধানী) গৃহযুদ্ধ ছড়িয়ে পড়ে। বিভিন্ন দলের সৈন্যদল সরকারকে উৎখাত করে নিজেরাই একে অন্যের সাথে মারামারি শুরু করে। তারা সাধারণ মানুষজনকেও কারণে-অকারণে মেরে ফেলতে লাগলো। মানুষজনের জীবন অতিষ্ট করে দিলো।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ইসমায়েল লরার সাথে যোগাযোগ করলো, জানতে চাইলো সে তার ওখানে যেতে পারে কিনা। লরা রাজি হলো। তখন সে গিনি কোনাক্রির পথে যাত্রা শুরু করলো। সেই যাত্রার কাহিনীও ছিল মর্মস্পর্শী। সত্যি বলতে কি, পুরো বইটাই খুবই মর্মস্পর্শী। আমার কাছে মনে হয়েছে যুদ্ধের ওপর লেখা এক অসামান্য গল্প। পাঠক এখানে যুদ্ধের বিভীষিকা দেখতে পাবেন এক কিশোরের চোখ দিয়ে - যে ছেলেটি সব হারিয়েছে, যাকে একা একা বনে-জঙ্গলে পালিয়ে পালিয়ে বাঁচতে হয়েছে, যে নিজেও এক সময় নির্দয় খুনে যোদ্ধায় পরিণত হয়েছে, যার শৈশব হারিয়ে গিয়েছে যুদ্ধের ডামাডোলে, সে জানে না পালিয়ে বাঁচতে বাঁচতে, যুদ্ধ করতে করতে, মানুষ খুন করতে করতে কখন কোথায় তার শৈশব হারিয়ে গেছে, সেই কিশোর, যে দেখেছে মানুষ মানুষকে কিভাবে পুড়িয়ে মারে, কিভাবে ধর্ষণ করে, কিভাবে গলা কাটে, কিভাবে কাটা মাথার চুলের মুঠি ধরে ঘুরে বেড়ায় যে নিজের চোখে দেখেছে মানুষের দু:খ-দুর্দশা। যেখানে শরণার্থীরা লক্করঝক্কর বসে করে প্রাণটা হাতে নিয়ে দেশ থেকে দেশে পালিয়ে বেড়ায়, যেখানে পুরোটা বাস কালো রঙে লেপে দেয়া হয় যাতে করে রাতের অন্ধকারে তা মানুষকে বহন করে নিয়ে যেতে পারে। লোকজন যেখানে জঙ্গলে ঘাপটি মেরে বসে থাকে কখন বাস আসবে আর তারা পালতে পারবে। যেখানে লোকজনকে গোপন আস্তানা থেকে চড়া দামে দ্রব্যাদি কিনতে হয়, কারণ সাধারণ বাজারঘাট সৈন্যদের দখলে। তারা জানে না তারা সামনের একটা দিন বাঁচবে কিনা। তারা জানে না তারা ইমিগ্রেশন পার হতে পারবে কিনা। ইমিগ্রেশন অফিসারদের মনমতো টাকা না দিতে পারলে তারা নির্দয়ভাবে ধাক্কা দিয়ে আবার সেই যুদ্ধের মধ্যেই ফেরত পাঠাবে। এসবকিছুই খুব মর্মস্পর্শী।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">এই ছিল ইসমায়ল বি-র গল্প যে ছিল সিয়েরা লিয়নের এক প্রাক্তন কিশোর-যোদ্ধা। এই সেই গল্প, যা জীবন থেকে নেয়া, সেই কিশোরদের গল্প যাদের শৈশব কেটে গেছে যুদ্ধের ভয়াবহতার মধ্যে, যারা নিজেরাও এক সময় মগজ-ধোলাই হয়ে নির্মম, নির্দয়ভাবে যুদ্ধ করেছে। এদের শৈশব হারিয়ে গেছে প্রতিশোধস্পৃহা আর রক্তের মধ্যে দিয়ে। তাদের এই গল্প সবার জন্য।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">যুদ্ধের মধ্যে ভালো লাগার কিছু নেই। যুদ্ধের গল্প আমরা অনেকেই গ্রহণ করতে পারি না। অনেকেই আছেন যারা যুদ্ধের মুভি দেখতে পারেন না, এমনকি টিভিতে যুদ্ধ-বিগ্রহের খবরও দেখতে পারেন না। কিন্তু সত্যি কথাটা কি, পৃথিবীটা কোন কুসুমশয্যা নয়। আমরা যদি এগুলো না জানতে চাই, যদি এগুলো না পড়তে চাই, যদি এগুলো এড়িয়ে যেতে চাই, তাহলে আমরা তাদের কষ্টটা কিভাবে বুঝবো? পৃথিবীতে প্রতিটা মিনিটে মানুষ মারা যাচ্ছে, সিরিয়া, আফ্রিকার মতো কত কত জায়গায় শিশু-কিশোরদের শৈশব হারিয়ে যাচ্ছে। আমাদের চারপাশে সুখের পর্দা লাগিয়ে তাদের কষ্টটা না দেখার, না বোঝার, এড়িয়ে যাবার মতো খারাপ আমরা নিশ্চয়ই নই। আসেন আমরা সবাই হাত বাড়িয়ে দেই। একান্তই যদি কিছু না পারি, অনেক প্রতিষ্ঠান আছে যারা এই শিশু-কিশোরদের জন্য কাজ করে যাচ্ছে, যেমন ইউনিসেফের কিছু গ্লোবাল প্যারেন্ট স্কিম আছে যেখানে আমরা কিছু টাকা দিতে পারি, যা তারা বিভিন্ন সেবামূলক খাতে ব্যয় করতে পারে। এরকম অনেক প্রতিষ্ঠানই আছে। আসেন আমরা সবাই পৃথিবীটাকে সারিয়ে তুলি।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">গল্পটি শেষ হয়েছে স্থানীয় একটি লোকগল্প/ধাঁধা দিয়ে। এক শিকারী এক জঙ্গলে গেলো বানর শিকারের জন্য। সে একটা বানর দেখতে পেলো আর গুলি করার জন্য বন্দুক উঁচু করলো। সহসা বানরটি মানুষের গলায় বলে উঠলো, "তুমি যদি আমাকে মারো, তাহলে তোমার মা মারা যাবে। আর তুমি যদি আমাকে না মারো, তাহলে তোমার বাবা মারা যাবে।"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">এই জটিল ধাঁধার আসলে তেমন কোনো উত্তর নাই। তবে, পরবর্তীতে লেখক এই সিদ্ধান্তে আসলেন যে, যদিও মা মারা যাবে, তবুও বানরটাকে মেরে ফেলাই যুক্তিযুক্ত যেন সে ভবিষ্যতে আর কাউকে এরকম কঠিন সিদ্ধান্তের মুখোমুখি করতে না পারে। আমি মনে করি লেখক এই শেষের এই লোকগল্পটি বলে এটাই বলতে চাচ্ছেন যে, পৃথিবীতে যত যুদ্ধ, অশান্তি চলছে, সেগুলো আর বাড়তে না দিয়ে গোড়ায় শেষ করে দেয়াই ভালো। এরকমটা আমরা সবাই জানি, কিন্তু তবুও গল্পের শেষে এই লোককথা গল্পটিকে একটা আলাদা সৌন্দর্য্য এনে দিয়েছে।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">যেসব জিনিস জানা গেলো:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">১৪৬২ খ্রিষ্টাব্দ: পর্তুগীজ পরিব্রাজক পেদ্রো ডি সিনাত্রা এই দেশের নাম দেন সিয়েরা লিওন। কথিত আছে তিনি যখন সমুদ্র থেকে সৈকতের দিকে আসছিলেন, তখন তারা পাহাড়ের পাদদেশ থেকে অনেক সিংহের গর্জন শুনতে পান। তাই এই স্থানের নাম দিলেন সিয়েরা লিওন, বা সিংহের পাহাড়। নামকরণের আরেকটা কারণ হিসেবে দেখা হয় এইখানে পর্বতশ্রেণীর আকৃতি। সমুদ্রের দূর থেকে দেখলে হঠাৎ মনে হয় একটা সিংহ বুঝি পা মুড়ে বসে আছে। তাই ধারণা করা হয় সেটা দেখেও তারা নাম রাখেন সিয়েরা লিওন, বা সিংহাকৃতি পাহাড়।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">১৮৩৯ খ্রিষ্টাব্দ: 'আমিস্টেড' নামে একটি দাস-জাহাজের কালোরা জাহাজে বিদ্রোহ করে এবং জাহাজের দখল নিয়ে নেয়। বিদ্রোহীদের দলনেতা ছিলেন সেংবে পি, যিনি ছিলেন সিয়েরা লিয়নের অধিবাসী। পরবর্তীতে ১৯৯৭ সালে 'আমিস্টেড' নাম একটি মুভি বানানো হয়, যাতে অভিনয় করেছেন Anthony Hopkins আর Djimon Hounsou।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ইসমাইল বি এখন ইউনিসেফ-এর হয়ে কাজ করেন যুদ্ধে বিপর্যস্ত শিশু-কিশোরদের জন্য। তার এই বই আমেরিকার বিভিন্ন বিশ্ববিদ্যালয়ে নবীন শিক্ষার্থীদের পড়ানো হয়।</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The boy woke up from this nightmare in New York City. He had just been rescued from the civil war in Sierra Leone where he had been a child soldier. He takes us through a war-trodden country.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Ismaela was a 12-year old boy in a distant village of Sierra Leone. Recently civil war broke out between the govt. and Revolutionary United Front - a rebel organization at Sierra Leone. One day he and his friends set out for another village where suddenly the rebels broke out and everybody ran for their lives. They got scattered and desparately tried to get back to their own village. However they didn't succeed and started to move on. They needed to hide from the rebels and move on, keep searching for food and stay alive. At one point Ismaela got totally secluded from everybody and was lost in a forest alone for over a month. Just imagine a 12-year old boy running through a warzone, lost in the forest and surviving of his own!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">If they are caught by the rebels, they would mark 'RUF' on their skin with heated bayonet and engage them as child-soldiers. This is a captivity and the child-soldiers can't escape the gang. Because, if they escape and found by the govt. armed forces, they will be shot straight away without a single question being asked. When the rebels capture young boys, the unfit ones are shot dead immediately in front of the newly captured children so that their mind can be stiffed to make the next killing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Later again he found a group of boys of his age. Now a new problem arose which is that moving in groups. They are in a difficult situation. In one hand, they are running away from the rebels, and in the other hand villagers don't believe them. Whenever the villagers hear of a group of boys heading forwards, they chase them back, or try to kill them. They were nearly killed in one such occasion; the villagers chased them down the Atlantic beach and they had to walk along the hot sand all along the way. They got painful blisters in their feet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">For months they travelled across jungles, villages, beaches. They searched for their parents, their kins. At one point they were rescued by govt. armed forces and put in a village. After some days rebels surrounded the village and the govt. armed forces lieutenant had to engage the children to war. It is a difficult decision to take because the govt. armed forces are outnumbered by the rebel gang. If all of them don't fight together, the rebels will kill them. So, logically it is better to try surviving rather than die aimlessly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">After this, their life started as child-soldiers. They got used to narcotics and became ruthless killers. They became numb to pain, their eyes glowed with rage and hatred towards the rebels. This is the most crucial phase of war - each party becomes ruthless killers - merciless, pitiless to the opposition and each party thinks it is fighting for a good cause and that cause is the right one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At one point UNICEF takes the kids to rehabilitation centre. There were kids from both sides - the RUF side as well as the govt. soldier side. They started severe fights in the centre by snatching guns of the sentries; six got killed in the rehabilitation centre. It seemed absolutely impossible to revert the brain-washed children back to normal. But slowly it started happening. They were ferocious at the beginning, beating the staff, burning books, trading books for money illegally. Very slowly they started to turn back normal. During this transitional phase,they started having nightmares and hallucinations. They dreamt like soldiers tying them up and slitting their throarts. Sometimes they woke up from their nightmares and started running across the soccer field, sometimes they tied up the staff thinking of them as the enemy and interrogated them about ammunition supplies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Very slowly they got out from their nighmares and hallucinations, and started to become normal. At this phase, UNICEF started to rehabilitate them to their kins. Some of them found kins - for some their kins refused to take them back in home as they knew these were killer soldiers recently. Some were accepted with real warmth by their loving family. Ismaela was lucky to have found his uncle who he never saw before and the uncle was really happy and emotional to accept him in their family. He was a simple carpenter, not much wealthy, but he had a big heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At one point he was selected by the UN to deliver a lecture in The USA. There were kids from different war-trodden countries. There he met a story-teller who was moved by his speech. This lady, Laura, later adopted him as her child along with her other children. After the conference they had to return to their own places. At this point the civil war reached Freetown (the capital of Sierra Leone) where different groups of soliders ousted the govt. and started fighting with each other. They started killing innocent people. This made everybody's life miserable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Ismaela contacted Laura and asked her if he can visit her. She agreed, so he travelled to Guinea Conakry to fly back to US. His travel story was touching. As a matter of fact, the whole book is touching. To me it felt as a masterpiece on war where you see a war through the eyes of a kid - a kid who lost everyone, who had to live on his own alone through forests and jungles, who became a merciless soldier, who lost his childhood in war - doesn't know when his childhood passed away while he was busy running away, fighting, killing, who saw people burning, raping, sliting innocent people, who saw rebels walking around holding amputated heads by the hair, who saw the pains and agonies of people. This is the war where people hide in bushes and waits for the buses, where refugees travel across whining buses which is painted black so it can camoflege in the night, people have to buy food from secret black market, they don't know if they will live the next day or not. In the immigration line they have to pay extra to the immigration officers; if they can't pay they are kicked back to the warzone. It is all so touching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This is a story from Ismael Beah who was engaged as a child soldier. This is a story - taken from life, the holocaust witnessed by small children, who eventually become brain-washed to be merciless killers to the opposition. These are the children who were robbed off and deprived of their childhood for vengeance and bloodshedding. They have so much to ask and tell to everyone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There is nothing to like in war. We cannot take stories of war. There are people who can't watch war movies, can't even watch news on TVs on war. But the fact is, the world is not a bed of roses. If we don't go through them, if we don't read about them, if we avoid seeing them, then how do we understand? People are dying every minute in the world, kids in Syria, Africa are robbed off their childhood. In fact there is pain and agony everywhere. Trying to ignore them by covering us with the happy world around us is not what we are meant for. We are better than this. Let us extend our hands. If at all you cannot do anything, please assist organizations in reaching them out. E.g.: UNICEF has a global parent scheme where you can donate some amount every month and they use it for different causes. There should be other such organizations as well. Let's "Heal the world, make it a better place." (- Michael Jackson)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The story ended with a local fable/quiz. A hunter went to a jungle to hunt a monkey. He found one and aimed his rifle to shoot. Suddenly the monkey spoke out in human voice - "if you kill me, your mother will die. If you don't kill me, your father will die." Now what will the hunter do?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There is no real answer to this predicament. However, later the author decided that even if the mother would die, it is better to kill the monkey so that it doesn't put anybody in future in the same predicament. I feel like the author puts this as a grave remark on the ongoing predicaments of the world. We have to stop any predicament by demolishing the root. This is actually known to everybody, but the presence of the folklore made an artistic end of the story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Things to know:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">1462 A.D.: Pedro de Sintra - a Portugese explorer - named the country Sierra Leone. It is said that when they were approaching the land, they heard lions' roars from the mountains; so they decided to name the land as 'Sierra Leone' - the lion mountains. The other reason they might have named it as such is, if you look at the mountain range from far, the mountain range resembles that of an elegant lion crouching. That is also pleaded to be a reason of the naming.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">1839 A.D.: The people in the slave ship named 'Amistad' revolted and captured the ship. Their commander was Sengbe Pieh who was a Sierra Leonean. A movie was made out of this story in 1997 named 'Amistad', starring Anthony Hopkins and Djimon Hounsou.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Ismael Beah works in UNICEF as a goodwill ambassador and Advocate for Children Affected by War. The book is academically assigned in freshers' classes in several U.S. universities.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><a href="https://www.unicef.org/people/people_47890.html">https://www.unicef.org/people/people_47890.html</a></span></div>
Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-64318669292741542682013-11-06T10:24:00.001+00:002013-11-23T14:16:31.293+00:00Bird Buddies of The Gambia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The Gambia is a very small country in Africa. But rich in bird habitats all around, especially in rural areas where there is an abundance of forests. Just trying to utilize my stay here with my bird photography. I am a novice in the field, but learning. I shall update this post from time to time with bird events that I encounter.<br />
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I am uploading the birds in this NGM page: <a href="http://yourshot.nationalgeographic.com/profile/425821/">http://yourshot.nationalgeographic.com/profile/425821/</a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vondool"></a></div>
Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-5128978882221272932013-02-24T21:12:00.000+00:002014-04-16T11:46:23.893+00:00Favorite Books 16<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Author: <span style="font-size: small;">Mark Twain (alias, Samuel Langhorne Clemens</span><span style="font-size: small;">) (American, 1835-1910)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Summary: Dawson's Landing is a town near the Mississippi river (a real town) where David Wilson came to try his luck to make some fortune in the city. Now after landing he makes an apparently clever remark about a yelling dog (that, he would kill half of the dog if he would own the half of the dog). But he made the remark in front of some people who didn't understand him, and he was coined as "Pudd'nHead" and the name spreaded like wind. So he couldn't make fortune, but eventually settled with palmistry and with his hobby of collecting fingerprints and palmprints.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Judge Discroll has a faithful maid slave 'Roxy' who is taking care of Discroll's son Tom Discroll, and also her own son Chambers. Roxy was 1/16th black, and Chambers was 1/32nd black, and also Tom and Chambers looked alike. Now Roxy made a shrewd trick to exchange them for each other. So changing their dresses in one night, now Tom becomes Chambers and Chamber becomes Tom. So Chambers now started growing up in heavenly cares and Tom was growing up as a slave child.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Chambers had totally gone ashtray and becomes a super culprit in every aspects of shrewdness and cunning behaviour. He became frugal, illiterate, addicted to gambling and became a devil in every possible way. He even kills his uncle for money, but could transfer the false charge of killing to Luigi Capello and Angelo Capello who are two Counts from Italy. Now Pudd'nHead Wilson is pleading for the Capello brothers. Let's see how he resolves the case. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Comments: The story is very much interesting and the sense of humour of Mark Twain makes it even a better reading. The portrayal of an ultimate culprit is undoubtedly witty. The plot was arranged nicely and the final stage is predictable anyway. But Mark Twain actually wanted to write a story on seeing two conjoined twins. Interestingly the Capello brothers are twins, but Chambers and Tom are not twins - though they look similar. I don't know if the author wanted to mean something profound through this (the story doesn't make you think that there might be any profound meaning to this). But the story is much too attractive and will stick you to the pages until you finish. Though Mr. Wilson plays a vital role in solving a murder case, but the main character of the story is the ultimate culprit Mr. Chambers. So I am a little confused if the name of the story is perfect. Even it doesn't show very much of his tragedy in that sense. But anyway, overall it is a very enjoyable novel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">English ebook is avaialble from Project Gutenberg: <a href="http://goo.gl/VKR3i" target="_blank">Mark Twain - The Tragedy of Pudd'nHead Wilson (epub and other formats)</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">English PDF available from <span class="st">Pennsylvania State University. Available </span>at (667 KB): <a href="http://goo.gl/5aDuv" target="_blank">Mark Twain - The Tragedy of Pudd'nHead Wilson</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The short history was like this - long time ago there was a priest Kallikrates who married Amenartas of the tribe. But since Amenartas was the princess of the tribe and they married in secret so they had to flee and eventually reached the land of Amahagger tribe. This tribe had an amazingly beautiful and immortal queen Ayesha who fell in love with Kallikrates but on refusal killed him on the heat of the rage. But then she became so repentant that she started waiting for decades and centuries for Kallikrates to be reborn and come back to her forgiving her sin. However the artifact in the box was written by Amenartas who cursed Ayesha and instructed her ancestors to take revenge of her. Now the ancestor is supposed to be Leo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">reborn as Kallikrates for whom she is awaiting for milleniums. But Leo is already married to Ustane on reaching the land, so Ayesha needs to kill Ustane. Leo cannot get rid of Ayesha's beauty and forgives her sin of killing himself a long time ago, and also killing of Ustane. But before they can copulate, Leo needs to go through the flame of immortality to attain to the same power of Ayesha. Let's see what happens.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Comment: The book was suggested by Kafi Mahfuz. This is one other classic adventure and fantasy from Mr. Haggard. The amazing description of Ayesha's beauty is once again very much sensational. The adventure was doubtlessly powerful enough to stick the reader to the pages until s/he finishes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">One glitch was observed - if Ayesha could see them coming through her magic water, she must have seen Leo through it, rather than discovering him later. But again, there might be several explanations, but the thing is none was provided. It would not cost much but would make the glitch removed. Anyway, the glitch can be overseen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It is interesting to note that in most of the books there appears an apparently ugly, but at the same time a witty and honest man. For example, in this book Horace Holly is like that, and in the Alan Quatermain series he himself (Alan) is such a man. It is often said that writers tend to inhibit themselves in some of the leading characters. I don't know if Sir Haggard tried to reflect himself through the characters or not. Or may be he tried to reflect the fact that appearance is not all - judge people by their inner looks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There is a 1965 movie titled SHE where Bond Girl Ursula Andress played the role of Ayesha. But like most movie adoptions from books, the movie is also completely different from the story, anyway. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">English ebook is available at Project Gutenberg. Available at: <a href="http://goo.gl/0sAFN" target="_blank">Henry Rider Haggard - She (epub and other formats)</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">English PDF available at PinkMonkey. Available at (519 KB): <a href="http://goo.gl/eM7xa" target="_blank">Henry Rider Haggard - She (English PDF)</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Bangla translation is available by Seba Prokashoni. Translated by Niaz Morshed.</span><br />
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-89271480941251431312013-01-22T23:38:00.000+00:002013-02-23T00:52:50.620+00:00Parapsychology 1 - The Mad Man at the Bridge!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is a narrative from one of my junior friends. His name is Syed Imran Jewel, now resides in Australia. The narrative could have been better told by him in his native language. But since he doesn't blog so I thought I could share the interesting the story. The story is very short and the conclusions are predictable anyway.<br />
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It was a bright sunny day, with soothing breeze and tender morning dews on the grasses. Two friends from Bangladesh set on a travel to their relatives in a city in India. They had been invited by those relatives to reach there on that very special day, and they did not know the exact purpose or occasion. On their way they stopped at a bridge near a river. Suddenly their eyes stuck upon a man whose apparent looks told them that he had been out of his mind and probably going through psychological disorder. He was sitting on the bank of the river and was eagerly searching something in the water with a stick.<br />
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The two became a little curious, went to him and asked him what he was doing. The man didn't pay heed and kept on searching more inquisitively. They kept on trying to talk to the man. Suddenly out of nothing the man turned to one of them and shouted loudly, "এই তুই এখানে কি করতেছিস? তোর না আজকে বিয়ে?" (translate as "Hey what are you doing here? Isn't that your marriage ceremony is going to be held today? You should be there.").<br />
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The two started laughing at this, taking it as a funny remark from a psychologically disordered person. Now suddenly the mad man turned to the other man and said, "এই তুই এতো হাসতেছিস কেন রে? তুই তো বিএ ফেল!" (may be translated as "Why are you laughing so much, dude? You have already failed BA.").<br />
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The two laughed at this again, but anyway started their journey again. On reaching the destination, they found that some kind of festival was going on. They entered the house and suddenly all the people cheered them as, "the bridegroom has arrived". The two were amazed and one of them was adorned as the bridegroom and the marriage was completed. This was the one to whom the mad man indicated as the would-be-bridegroom.<br />
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I need to shed some light about this old oriental cultural practice. Sometimes such kind of surprise-marriage used to take place in those regions (Bangladesh and India). This was occasional and not any ritual practice in any way. However there is no instance of such surprise-marriages at present.<br />
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Now the other one's face became dark like nimbus clouds as he realized what the mad man said had come to reality; there was every possibility that his other remark would be true, too. They went back to home, BA results were published two months later and interestingly this other friend really failed in the BA exam.<br />
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As said, this was a narrative from some close contacts. There are reasons
to believe in the story as clairvoyance is an established
para-psychology. This is a psychological incidence, but has no explanations. Stubborns might still argue that science has an explanation to this. But remember, this is a "para-psychological" phenomenon which, by definition means it doesn't abide by physical scientific laws (or scientific laws don't have a clear explanation to this). Actually it doesn't need to be explained really as it is a magnificient power in itself and doesn't really care for any explanations. Paranormal incidents do occur in the world. Let some of the mysteries of nature remain in itself and amaze us with their magnificence.</div>
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-22787789368122715542013-01-10T12:14:00.000+00:002014-04-16T11:45:29.795+00:00Favorite Books 15<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Author: Anton Chekhov (Russian, 1869-1904)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Original Language: Russian</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Year: 1888</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Summary: In the village Ukleevo lives Tsybukin who is a miserly as well as dishonest businessman. His elder son Anisim returns one day to the village and gets married with Lipa. Soon after his return to city he is jailed for counterfeiting. Lipa gives birth to a child. Now Tsybukin and his wife Varvara think of the future of the child and bestow some of their properties to Lipa and the child. To this, the other daughter-in-law Aksinya becomes furious and eventually kills the child brutally. After this Lipa has nothing to stay in the house - no husband, no child - and eventually gets thrown away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Days go by and someday Tsybukin becomes older and falls into a victim of kind of dementia (this was not mentioned, but I guess from his activities). Aksinya now gets hold of everything, Varvara remains the same generous as before. But nobody really takes care of the old man. One day while he was sitting on the bench unfed for three days, he met the forgotten Lipa who gave him some respect and a bread to eat. Painfully, the old man took it, could say nothing, but his eyes filled with tears of gratitude or something else that nobody knows. The sun went down, they drifted apart - only left some moments of crossing each other.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Comments: This is not a book, but a story from his short story collection book 'The Witch and Other Stories'. This one is picturesque with human emotions where the inability to maintain fair relation and justice is caused by human atrocity and jealousy. The killing of the baby, the pain of the mother, and the end scenario are mind-blowing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Free online reading (English translation): <a href="http://goo.gl/oyM0h" target="_blank">Anton Chekhov - In the Ravine</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Author: Orson Scott Card (American, 1954-)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Summary: Stanley is an employee in Nevada. One day when he finishes his work, on return home he started playing car games - namely freeway games. First he played moving side-by-side with other cars, then he started the game of follow, that is, following a car from distance. With his follow-game, the driver of the car that was being followed became suspicious, afraid, and desperate to escape. While trying to escape, she eventually faced a fatal accident while taking a sharp turn at the end of a road. This resulted in palpitating heart-beats for Stanley and he had an unexpected and unbelievably pleasurable orgasm at this unexpected ending. He felt the orgasm was outstanding in any way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This made him a serial killer of a different sort. Every now and then playing a follow-game and ending in heavenly sensation of a different kind. One day while making this follow-game with an Audi, the suspense became even more intense and ... what next?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Comment: Interesting reading. Motif of a different kind of serial killing is portrayed in a different sensation. One reason for serial killing is also pictured very well. Extremely a story of suspense. This is a short story from his book 'Changed Man'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Free online reading (English): <a href="http://goo.gl/gwSfD" target="_blank">Orson Scott Card - Freeway Games</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Bangla translation by blogger <a href="http://goo.gl/hS4gJ" target="_blank">Obonil</a>. Translation available in Sachalayatan blog here: <a href="http://goo.gl/gwzeT" target="_blank">Khela</a></span><br />
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-77959023417599570812013-01-01T13:56:00.003+00:002013-01-05T23:31:43.827+00:00After-Death Body Donation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;">I
have just come up with a question - what do you think of donating body
after death for the betterment of mankind? What are the religious views
in donating body after death?<br />
</span><span style="color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="color: #333333;">Most
of the time I find people misuse and misinterpret religions. It is us
who use religions for self-interests and spoil it often. At the same
time it is us who can glorify religions with our rationale thoughts. But
it hurts me that w<span style="color: #333333;">henever we
meet someone the first question that arises in mind is which religion
s/he belongs to rather than hitting the simple idea that, s/he is a
human being.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333;">
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my understanding from people I met, donating body after death is
forbidden in Islam. But I found many religious links in the web that
glorifies the donation of eyes. Now again others will start saying that
those sites are steered by Jews/non-Islamists blah blah and will turn
the discussion down totally rather than going through a rationale
revelation.<br />
</span><span style="color: #333333;">I don't know the views from other religions.</span><span style="color: #333333;">Apart from all religious views, one single question is not answered, not felt:<br />
<br /><b>What will you do if you have an accident, lost your eyes and you
need replacement of cornea from someone's donated eyes. What will you do
if you need a kidney and you need to rely on someone who donated already.</b><b> </b></span></span><br />
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answer is 'Yes, you will definitely try to pursue for a replacement'.
Then why would you disgrace the donor with religious ideology (if it is
really like that)?</b><br />
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wanted to start a friendly discussion with deeply reflected thoughts. I
am ignorant in many of my own religious views and a little lazy in
performing my own religious obligatories. But to my own understanding I
think donating body is a sacred thing to do rather than burning it or
burying it.</span><br /><span style="color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="color: #333333;">Just
to remind - this is not a religious debate (though it started with the
word 'religion'). The mail is about encouraging body-donation and the
debate is for <b>betterment of mankind which should be the ultimate focus of all religions and not to fight with each other like fools</b>.</span></span>
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Allan Quatermain, Sir Henry Curtis, and Captain John Good decided to set on another journey to Kenya in quest for an unseen land. It was being whispered that, there is a place in a remote area beside Kenya where some white people stay. On their quest, they find Quatermain's fellow warrior Mr. Umslopogaas<i>, </i>who is a Julu veteran<i>.</i> Together they made a thoroughly strange and interesting adventure. They had to fight hundreds of Masai warriors on their way. Eventually they reached Ju-Vendis - the unknown reign behind Kenya. Ruled by two amazingly beautiful queens - both falling in love with Sir Henry. A rejected woman can be as ferocious as an injured snake. That's what happened. Let's see how the three comrades and the Julu super-warrior can handle the situation.</span></span><br />
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<a href="http://indigomiles.blogspot.com/2012/11/favorite-books-11.html" target="_blank">"King Solomon's Mines"</a>. <span style="font-size: small;">Actually the protagonist Allan Quatermain appeared in a number of Henry Rider Books, and this is the last of the sequel. In this book,<span style="font-size: small;">t</span></span>he same <span style="font-size: small;">people coming from the previous series</span> set on another amazing adventure. To be honest, this is thriller than "King Solomon's Mines". The writer's power of imagination, and story-telling is amazing. It seems he himself was in part of it, and also he makes you feel like that. The author is mesmerized by the thrill and chill of Africa, and at the same time he mesmerizes you same way. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It is interesting that Mr. Haggard being a white chastised his own culture in the book. He clearly stated his viewpoint about today's civilization and what is known as the savage world. Some snippet from the novel - "I say that as the savage is, so is the white man, only the latter is more inventive, and possesses the faculty of combination; save and except also that the savage, as I have known him, is to a large extent free from the greed of money, which eats like a cancer into the heart of the white man. It is a depressing conclusion, but in all essentials the savage and the child of civilization are identical. I dare say that the highly civilized lady reading this will smile at an old fool of a hunter's simplicity when she thinks of her black bead-bedecked sister; and so will the superfine cultured idler scientifically eating a dinner at his club, the cost of which would keep a starving family for a week." Another snippet - "Better is it to slay a man in fair fight than to suck out his heart's blood in buying and selling and usury after your white fashion." Steady contemplation might yield the same conclusion in your mind, too.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Author: Alexander Belyaev </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;">(Russian, 1884-1942)</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">On way back he tells the amazing story of how he transplanted the dead German scientist Ring's head into the elephant. But one night the elephan<span style="font-size: small;">t was lost. Now the elephant tells him the rest of the story<span style="font-size: small;">. That night when it saw a leopard <span style="font-size: small;">in front of it, then out of human instinct, the elephant, i.e., Mr. Ring ran like <span style="font-size: small;">hell and eventually lost the way and c<span style="font-size: small;">ould not return back to <span style="font-size: small;">Prof. Wagner. He tells many more stories of his survival through pig<span style="font-size: small;">mies, ivory poachers and many more adventures that he had to face in his life.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Comment: May be this was the first of its kind that talks about the possibility of organ replacement and trans<span style="font-size: small;">plantation. A thoughtful adventur<span style="font-size: small;">ous science fiction by brilli<span style="font-size: small;">ant Mr. Belyaev. Th<span style="font-size: small;">is <span style="font-size: small;">is called the dimension of thinking. While Hoity T<span style="font-size: small;">oity is the name of the elephant, there is no appar<span style="font-size: small;">ent meaning of the name, or the meaning found so f<span style="font-size: small;">ar in the web <span style="font-size: small;">is not congru<span style="font-size: small;">ent with the story. However, if you <span style="font-size: small;">know a reasonable meaning, please put a note in the commen<span style="font-size: small;">ts.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-58051990168977889052012-11-26T11:35:00.000+00:002014-04-16T11:44:58.019+00:00Favorite Books 13<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Book Review Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities Merry Shelly Frankenstein
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Summary: Mr. F<span style="font-size: small;">r<span style="font-size: small;">ankenstein, <span style="font-size: small;">an unorthodox and <span style="font-size: small;">brilliant scientist discovered the <span style="font-size: small;">m<span style="font-size: small;">ethod of creating life. Now with all his enthusiasm he infused life into the mass of <span style="font-size: small;">his </span>collected bones, veins, nerves, bl<span style="font-size: small;">ood. But soon after his infusion of life, he found that instead of creating a beautiful life, h<span style="font-size: small;">is creation looks like an abominable monster in a giant shape and muscles and a very despicable, an abominable face. Then <span style="font-size: small;">Mr. F<span style="font-size: small;">rankenstein<span style="font-size: small;"> was himself very upset about his creat<span style="font-size: small;">ure</span>, abandoned it an moved back to his studies. The <span style="font-size: small;">creat<span style="font-size: small;">ure slowly learnt all <span style="font-size: small;">the humanly activities himself but discovered that he is a despicable creature to mankind himself. With all his <span style="font-size: small;">kind<span style="font-size: small;">-heartedness <span style="font-size: small;">he begged <span style="font-size: small;">ma<span style="font-size: small;">nkind <span style="font-size: small;">love, food, shelter, affection, but he received only hatred, attac<span style="font-size: small;">ks<span style="font-size: small;">, and curses. Now he <span style="font-size: small;">became outraged at his own creator and decided to make his life hell by slowly killing all his affectionate <span style="font-size: small;">family members one by one. <span style="font-size: small;">Mr. Frankenstein chased him up to the north pole. Now what?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-19164444462020114912012-11-14T23:16:00.000+00:002013-01-20T11:22:58.430+00:00The Sacred Heart<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I was confused with the title to set - whether it would be 'The Man on Fire' or 'The Sacred Heart'. Later I chose the second one as I realized that there are a lot of men on fire (metaphorically as well), but very few of them have a sacred heart.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I</span>t all started with religious conflicts between Buddhists, and Roman Catholics. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Thich Quang Duc was a Vietnamese monk who was fighting against the regime of president Diem. <span style="font-size: small;">The </span></span></span>Kennedy-backed President Mr. Diem was elected from the minority of Catholics. But showed a blind-eye to the atrocity of the Catholics upon the Buddhists. The pains and agonies piled up and suddenly burst into the horrific burning of the monk.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">On 10 June 1963, the <span style="font-size: small;">bonze </span>set fire on himself as the most horrible, and grisly protest ever possible. Witnesses said it took 10 minutes to burn, but the most amazing thing is he moved no muscles, nor uttered a single sound, nor cried out in pain. I believe he knew how to attain nirvana in his meditations. Or, I don't know what really happened. Nobody knows. Interestingly, his supreme sacrifice and protest succeeded in overthrowing Mr. Diem's regime. And the news spreaded like wind and produced deep impact in every corner of the world. The burning picture snapped by Malcolm Browne is still regarded as one of the most influential pictures in the world. More interestingly, after cremating his body what was found that, fire didn't touch the heart of the monk. It refrained from burning it<span style="font-size: small;">. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Now a lot of controversy might flood in. Atheists might jump in with the statistical probability theory that, the heart might have 0.000001% probability that it would fail to burn and it used that probability and evaded burning. Or the question might be aired as, if he would be so sacred, fire shouldn't touch him at all - why only the heart? <span style="font-size: small;">S</span>ome<span style="font-size: small;">one else</span> might rush in with an electric saw and say, "Let me see if it can resist this saw." Religious people might start debating that self-immolation is kind of suicide and he is suppposed to be put in hell for this action. <span style="font-size: small;">Some other p<span style="font-size: small;">sychotic</span></span> might want to try with oxy-acetylene flame to see how come the heart doesn<span style="font-size: small;">'</span>t burn with it. But whoever is saying whatever, I believe it proved what it <span style="font-size: small;">meant to pro<span style="font-size: small;">ve</span></span>. May be like<span style="font-size: small;"> the theme of the famous TV serial <i>The </i></span><i>X-Files</i><span style="font-size: small;">, I like to say,</span> "I want to believe".</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When one is fighting for his/her country, s/he bets on his/her life in the fight. S/he knows about the sacrifice and is also aware of the probability and possibility of death in the fight. Monk Duc's sacrifice is similar only that the probability of death was 100% in the way he fought for his countrymen/group.</span></span><br />
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and is in the Xa Loi Pagoda in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. If you ever
visit Vietnam, don't miss a chance to see the holy heart in your eyes.
Present world has become sufficiently complex with knowledge, lack of
knowledge, self-esteem, obscure thoughts, fear of God, also denial of God, anger, hatred, wrath and whatever... whatever!
But apart from these, there are times when we need to set these aside when there is really something holy in front of us. Then it is the time to feel the holiness
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I want to give<br />
I've been a miner<br />
for a heart of gold.<br />
It's these expressions<br />
I never give<br />
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for a heart of gold<br />
And I'm getting old.<br />
Keeps me searching<br />
for a heart of gold. (- Neil Young)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">1) What<span style="font-size: small;">ever Thich Quang Duc <span style="font-size: small;">did is not an example to follow. It <span style="font-size: small;">was <span style="font-size: small;">the </span>supreme sacrifice with a horrible effect - the sacrifice of life in the most painful gait. Life is so precious!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-25805588073016011662012-11-12T21:23:00.000+00:002014-04-16T11:43:19.208+00:00Favorite Books 12<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Summary: It all st<span style="font-size: small;">arted <span style="font-size: small;">with immense p<span style="font-size: small;">overty. Mr.</span></span></span> Jean Valjean was jailed for 5 years when he stole a br<span style="font-size: small;">ead for the 7 infant children of h<span style="font-size: small;">is sister. He tried to escape the jail in <span style="font-size: small;">the 4th year, but was caught again and increased his impr<span style="font-size: small;">isonment for 3 more years<span style="font-size: small;">. He <span style="font-size: small;">attempted a few more times and eventually finished his 19 years of imprisonment. <span style="font-size: small;">When he was out, nobody gave him shelter</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>.<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Hotels, houses - ev<span style="font-size: small;">eryone turned away (<span style="font-size: small;">to be true - nobody really gives shelter to a jailed</span> convict - neither do I, n<span style="font-size: small;">or do <span style="font-size: small;">you - only saints</span></span>). Fighting with cold<span style="font-size: small;">, an<span style="font-size: small;">d hunger, <span style="font-size: small;">at last</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Bishop Myriel gave him shelter for the night. But <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Jean Valjean</span>,<span style="font-size: small;"> now torn apa<span style="font-size: small;">rt by the cruelty of civilization, <span style="font-size: small;">have rage aganist the whole mankind. He stole things from Bishop Myriel, but the Bishop later forgave him and also wished him to be a good man of God.<span style="font-size: small;"> This <span style="font-size: small;">lit himself up.</span> He left the city and made for<span style="font-size: small;">tune in another city <span style="font-size: small;">in disguise of a name<span style="font-size: small;"> '</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Monsieur Madeleine'. But the fanatic police</span></span></span></span></span></span></span> Inspector Javert di<span style="font-size: small;">dn't <span style="font-size: small;">let him</span> peace. He chased and chased, from this city to that city, from this year to decades later. On ther other hand, J<span style="font-size: small;">ean Valjean ran and ran from him with his</span> step-daughter Cosette, whose mother<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span>Fantine died in poverty and <span style="font-size: small;">betray<span style="font-size: small;">al. <span style="font-size: small;">Event<span style="font-size: small;">ually Cosette grew up, and <span style="font-size: small;">had wedlock with</span> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;">Marius. Now Jean Valjean wants to s<span style="font-size: small;">tep aside from their life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Summary: The city Oran suddenly<span style="font-size: small;"> fell into a victim of plague ep<span style="font-size: small;">idemic.</span></span> Dr. Bernard Rieux is the one fi<span style="font-size: small;">ghting to save patients.</span> The city is sealed - nobody can go o<span style="font-size: small;">utside.</span> Cottard<span style="font-size: small;"> is a mysterious character who is happy with the disaster as he can make money through smuggling and other kinds of black-marketing.<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;">Jean Tarrou<span style="font-size: small;"> is a traveller who <span style="font-size: small;">came to the city and got trapped. But he started volunteering the nursing team</span></span></span>. Journalist Rambert is also trapped in the city, is craving to see his fiance outside. But when he comes to know that Dr. Rieux's wife is also staying outside for healthcare (and he is serving here to fight the plague), he joined the volunteers. Years after years passed by, hundreds of thousands of people died in plague. Burial became a problem - many people in one ditch followed the burial of single, then followed incinerating. Finally one day it subsided, but only for moments. It sure will come back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The book is based on historical cholera epidemic in Oran city that took place in 1849. The plague epidemic is allegorical to Nazi holocaust. </span>The sentences of the book seem to have multiple meaning. There are humorous allegories like owl-faced husband, rat-faced wife (as if a rat is the prey of an owl). The benevolence of volunteers of the war is portrayed <span style="font-size: small;">through</span> the captaincy of Dr. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Rieux</span>, and Jean </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tarrou</span>. There is a comment on the difference between human beings and dogs. People are trying to escape, liaising with higher officials to escape (as in WWII). Corpses buring, smoke cloud in the sky (as if burning of the dead jews in incinerator), plagued people running to get hold of healthy people with a hope to get rid of the disease (as if war victims looking for help). People praying for the pity of plague (as if the pity of Hitler).</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There are people who forget their sick relatives. Also <span style="font-size: small;">t</span>here are people who want to volunteer in the camps to feel their dead relatives. The camps are the symbol of concentration camps where victims are thrown by the Gestapos. <span style="font-size: small;">The book</span> considers the <span style="font-size: small;">a</span>fter-plague effect on common people, and legislative authority (just as <span style="font-size: small;">what happens after a war</span>).</span></span><br />
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-88224371631154942512012-11-03T23:25:00.000+00:002014-04-16T11:41:31.398+00:00Favorite Books 11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;">Author: Henry Rider Haggard (British, 1856-1925)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Summary: Allan Quatermain, Sir Henry Curtis, and Captain Good set on a journey to the fictional Suliman Berg mountain range in Africa with a map directing to King Solomon's hidden treasures. On way they had terrible pieces of adventures through desert - fighting death, thirst, hunger, and cold. They had a terrible fight with Kukuana tribal cruel king Twala with a view to coronate the real real king Ignosi. They used tricks like the rifle as the powerful stick, taking in and out Captain Good's false teeth set, and the lunar eclipse to establish the belief that they came from the land of stars. Finally with the despicable witch Gagool, they reached the Solomon's mines. But Gagool trapped them inside the mine. Now life is ticking by only to reach death. Can they escape?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Comment: The ultimate classic on adventure. Thrilling in every line. I think I dreamed in my childhood searching for Solomon's mines. Mr. Henry spent a significant amount of time in Africa. So in his writing African rituals, tribes, hunting, and languages are pro<span style="font-size: small;">minent</span>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The book established Ivory hunting as an elite hunt - to which I feel abhorrent. May be in his time the perspective was like that and it was legal. There are some racist remarks - but may be these were used to oppose racism.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The taking in and out of the false teeth of Captain Good is actually a plagiarism where Mr. Henry copied the <span style="font-size: small;">i<span style="font-size: small;">dea from Joseph Thomson's book 'Through Masai Land', which was <span style="font-size: small;">his own travel experience. Mr. Joseph actually did it really an<span style="font-size: small;">d could establish himself as a magician to them.</span></span></span></span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The Bangla ebook has a stamp of 'Umeshchandra Public Library, Khulna'. Just reminded me of my childhood - the library where I had a chance to explore world literature. Good old days :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Free online reading (English):<a href="http://goo.gl/1qpPs" target="_blank"><span class="favorites">King Solomon's Mines</span></a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Book: Tibetan Dream Yoga</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Author: Lama Surya Das (born as Jeffrey Miller, 1950-)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Summary: Dreams are a strange element of sleep. But if meditated, this can be a useful element of life as well. With Yoga on dream one can find it as a pleasurable sensation as well as a guide to powerful insight of life. But with spirituality in concern, this is far more difficult to achieve. When the mind is dead (as in sleep), it is difficult to awaken it subconsciously - but the dream yoga has an answer...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Book: Bhalobasa, Prem Noi (may be translated as 'Love, Not Amour')</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Summary: Kamal is a benevolent young man in America whose only view to life is benevolence to everybody in whatever way he can with however hardship he has to go through himself. When he married Julekha, he felt the ultimate bloom of love in his heart that radiated every corner of his world. He was a man of a pure heart - with no suspicion, no hatred. That's where he started being defeated, and bruised by the treachery of his beloved persons who had apparent amiable appearance.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Comment: This is a book of love, hate, treachery, selfishness, selflessness, benevolence, cruelty, and betrayal. It is unimaginable that, things might happen this way at times. The last theme is an excellent one where Mr. Kamal learnt to diffuse love to estranged people of the world when he had a sudden encounter with a prostitute (a similar appreciation as in 'Crime and Punishment' by Fyodor Dostoevsky).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Author: Alexander Dumas (French, 1802-1870) (in collaboration with the ghostwriter Auguste Maquet)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Story: Edmund Dantes is a victim of conspiracy of Mr. Danglar, Fernand, and Villefort. All set in the conspiracy with personal jealousy, anguish, and interest. Mr. Danglar conspires because Dantes is promoted the captain of the ship instead of him. Mr. Fernand conspires because he wants to marry Ms. Mercedes who is about to marry Dantes. Judge Villefort conspires to save himself. So Dantes is imprisoned in the darkest dungeons of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ch%C3%A2teau_d%27If" target="_blank">Chateau d'If</a>. He met old Mr. Faria who is digging through the stones to get out of the dungeon. Eventually they became friends in those dark, and alone life. Faria died of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catalepsy" target="_blank">Catalepsy</a>, but before death he handed over a map of hidden treasure to Dantes which lies in the island of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catalepsy" target="_blank">Montecristo</a>. Dantes escaped with a trick and returned in disguise to have revenge of the life he was robbed of...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Author: Anton Chekov (Russian, 1860-1904)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Summary: They boy, the grandfather, the driver and everybody else were amazed with the beauty at the peasant - the beauty that can't be touched, can't be owned, is short-lived, is short-sighted, is melancholic, is wonderful, is deep-rooted, is wavy, that has no meaning but a meaning, that can't escape the mind, but is out-of-reach. The boy was once again amazed by another beauty a the railway station - the beauty that can't be touched, can't be owned...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Comment: Anton Chekhov is known as one of the world's best short story writers. We can apprehend from his writings the definition of short story (and may try to write one). Salman Rushdie's secret pen name is Joseph Anton where Joseph comes from Joseph Conrad, and Anton comes from Anton Chekhov.</span><br />
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Free online reading (English translation) at: <a href="http://goo.gl/gAtiI" target="_blank">Anton Chekhov Books</a><br />
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-12791678070736462412012-10-17T10:54:00.000+00:002014-04-16T11:39:53.947+00:00Favorite Books 9<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Uncle Tom's Cabin, Harriet Beecher Stowe, The Stranger, The Outsider, L'étranger, Albert Camus, Absurdism, Nihilism, Existentialism
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<span style="font-size: small;">Author: Harriet Beecher Stowe (American, 1811-1896)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Year: 1852</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Story: (I don't like the word 'slave'. Just using it as a placeholder.) Mr. Shelby needed to sell his most-trusted slave Uncle Tom to Mr. Haley - the slave trader. The plan to sell Jim along with Uncle Tom is overheard by his mother Eliza who fled to save her son Jim from detachment. George who is Eliza's husband tried to flee to Canada. In the boat Uncle Tom saved Mr. St. Clare's daughter - the little angel Eva. This brought him luck and eventually he was settled in this good man's house. But after demise of St. Clare, his bad luck turned in and he was sold to mean Mr. Legree. Eventually...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Comment: Perhaps the most touching novel on slavery. The most pathetic but powerful sketch is the detachment of a slave from his/her family when s/he was taken away to be sold somewhere else. In effect it used to end the bond with their family members forever. The author portrayed some holy and sacred deaths, I mean, a holy death can't be described more sacredly. She was a renowned abolitionist in her time. She was a sound proof that pure hearts might exist everywhere, among all the races of the world. They are the ones who lit up the world full of pains and agonies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Book: The Stranger (Original French title <i><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="hps">L'étranger</span></span></i>) (Also exists as 'The Outsider')</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Author: Albert Camus (Pronounce as 'Albore Kamu' or 'Albair Kamu', French Algerian, Pied Noir, 1913-1960)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">[P.S.: 'Pied Noir' in French means 'Black foot'] </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Story: Meursault is an atheist, and is mostly indifferent to events of life - whether they are emotional, or tragic, or whatever. He accepts his mother's death normally and became engaged in mundane activities soon after the death - watching movies with girlfriend etc. Later this indifference of his emotion was used to vouch for his criminal mind when he killed a man. He was prosecuted, spent his time in jail, met a chaplain there, and emotionally outbursts his last feelings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Comment: Albert Camus was the second youngest nobel laureate in literature (awarded in 1957, at the age of 44), and the first African-born to receive the award. A conspiracy theory exists that his death by car accident was plotted by the Russians. But anyway, this is just a theory and likely to be anti-Russian propaganda. He was awarded nobel because of his clear-sighted vision on problems with human consciences which is excellently portrayed in 'The Stranger'. One thing I noticed in the novel is the too detailed description of anything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Camus was a philosopher and supported 'Absurdism', declined 'Nihilism', and was not interested in 'Existentialism'. These are some heavyweight philosophies and I am not going to delve deep inside. Just to touch - Absurdism says there is no meaning of anything in the world except what meaning we impose on them. Existentialism says philosophical thoughts must rise from individual's moral, scientific, and authentic behavior (true to one's personality, and spirit). Nihilism says life has no intrinsic value, meaning, and purpose. Absurdism is reflected in the novel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Bangla translated PDF ebook (First page only, 90 KB): <a href="http://goo.gl/g2WRH" target="_blank">The Stranger (Bangla first page)</a></span><br />
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-47858467106174491592012-10-04T20:48:00.001+00:002012-11-06T20:01:06.258+00:00Naomba - The Kenyan Beat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;">Thought of sharing some cultural divesity.<br /><br />'<span class="il">Naomba</span>' is a popular Kenyan pop song. Artist is Krystin Ndela. It's an easy-going dance beat. The song is kind of hymn or hallelujah.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="il">Naomba</span> uniwezeshe Bwana. (I pray that You enable me Lord)<br /><span class="il">Naomba</span></span>
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unisaidie. (I Pray that You help me)<br /><span class="il">Naomba</span> uwezo wako Bwana. (I pray
for your ability Lord)<br /><span class="il">Naomba</span>, mimi <span class="il">Naomba</span>. ( I pray, I am praying)</span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
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Let's learn some Swahili. From the tranlsation above (I took help of google translator at: <a href="http://translate.google.com/#sw%7Cen" target="_blank">http://translate.google.com/#<wbr></wbr>sw%7Cen</a>, blended with my own understanding):</span></div>
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<span class="il">Naomba</span> = I pray.<br />Na = I.<br />Kuomba = pray.<br />Uni = you.<br />Saidie = Help.<br />Bwana = Lord (God/Master).<br />Mimi = I.<br />Uwezo = Capacity/Ability.<br />Jaribu = Try.<br />Majaribu = Trial.<br />Kuwawezesha = Enable.<br />
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Wako = Are (as in, 'you are genius') - I pray that you are able, Lord.<br /><br />You can search in YouTube for the video (search for 'Krystin Ndela <span class="il">Naomba</span>'). 720p version (78 MB) is available there, however the 320p version is also there (23 MB).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;">Dropbox link of the mp3 (3.32 MB): <a href="http://goo.gl/c71nK" target="_blank">Naomba</a></span><br />
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-47845496652491954962012-10-01T21:07:00.000+00:002012-10-09T10:25:24.932+00:00Collected Anagrams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #006600;">THEY SEE </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #8100ff;"><i><span style="color: #999999;">Comments: of course, eyes see.</span></i><br />
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<span class="il">PRINCESS</span> <span class="il">DIANA</span> </span><span style="color: #0021bf;"><br />
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<span style="color: #006600;">GREAT WORDS OF MELODY</span><br /><i style="color: #999999;">Comments: Roger is an English singer and instrumentalist.</i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #8100ff;"><i style="color: #999999;"></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #006600;">ONE COOL DANCE MUSICIAN</span><br /><i style="color: #999999;">Comments: Madonna - the pop singer. There is another anagram for her name 'Occasional nude income' (She used to pose nude for artists in her early life)</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #006600;">AMLETH</span><br /><i style="color: #999999;">Comments: Shakespeare wrote Hamlet being influenced by the events of Danish Prince Amleth.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #006600;">OCTOBER SKY</span><br /><i style="color: #999999;">Comments: 'Rocket Boys' is a story by Jr. Homer Hickam from which the film 'October Sky' was adapted.</i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #8100ff;"><i style="color: #999999;"> </i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #8100ff;"><i style="color: #999999;"> </i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Comments: Often true for daughters-in-law, however, they will also</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Comments: Well I am an old-fashioned man (mossy man). May be it is an instruction to somebody to hide me from my lady</i><span style="color: red;"><i style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-family: arial narrow,sans-serif;">... :)</span></i></span></span><br />
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-2966595047828468602012-09-27T13:59:00.000+00:002014-04-16T11:39:05.176+00:00Favorite Books 8<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Book Review The Amphibian Man Chelovek-Amphibia Alexander Belyaev Ichtiandr The Manual of the Warrior Paulo Coelho The Adventures of Tom Sawyer Samuel Langhorne Clemens Mark Twain Tuamotu
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;">Book: The Amphibian Man (Original Russian Title Transliteration '</span><i>Chelovek-Amphibia</i>')</span><br />
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Author: Alexander Belyaev (Russian, 1884-1942)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"></span><span style="color: #333333;">Original Language: Russian<br />Year: 1928<br />Category: Science Fiction</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;">Summary: On the outset of Argentina, the maverick and witty doctor Salvador makes various experiments with living creatures. One of his creations is the amphibian man Ichtiandr. But the locals call him a 'Sea Demon'. A greedy Pedro Jurita wanted to use the demon to collect pearls and tries to capture him. Ichtiandr is incapable to live outside water for a long time. He falls in love with Guttiara. Ups and downs started occurring in his life. Eventually Dr. Salvador was summoned by court for his experiments. The local Arch Bishop Garcilaso wants to kill Ichtiandr. Finally with the jailer's help he could escape to Tuamotu islands abandoning his love.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><br />Comment: This is an unorthodox sci-fi where the author outspreads his imagination to the possibility of an amphibian human race. The reasons he put to the transformation are on legitimate ground that people can opt for successful organic transformations that will assist their survival in worse conditions. For example people need intestinal appendix operation to survive an appendicitis. The amphibian species can solve the food problem of present world and unleash the beauty of underwater to their mind. The author supports Darwin's evolutionary theory and shouts against religious fundamentalists' view that a race cannot be changed. The ending of the story is heart-breaking, but the author stuck to reality rather than emotions. (Off-topic: Google with 'Tuamotu' and see the beauty of nature.)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><br />Link: High quality audio book is available at WorldEbookFair at: <a href="http://goo.gl/9vt9v" target="_blank">The Amphibian Man (Audio Book)</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;">Summary: The boy embarked on the quest to hear the ringing bells of a drowned temple. He lost interest in his studies and friends and tried on and on to hear the ringing bell. Eventually he understood that his endeavor was not in vain at all as he learnt to respect nature. When he came back to reality and decided to go back to his normal life, and deviated his attention to listening to seagulls and the waves rather than the bells, he was able to hear the ringing of the bells. Then the perplexing woman influenced him to write down the manual of the warrior of light.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;">Comment: These are the philosophical teachings of Paulo Coelho. Very much inspiring. A very short book. Worth of reading as </span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;">everybody is a warrior, a warrior of light... </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;">Summary: Tom Sawyer is a <span style="font-size: small;">young ladd</span>ie who is always running into mischief. Always dreaming of adventure, playing with beetles, making friend with vagabond Huck Finn, fleeing to an island to play pirates - these are all things he does. He became infatuated with Becky Thatcher. Accidentally Tom and Huck become the witness of a murder when they went to the cemetery in the dark night. Tom later confesses the truth to save Muff to whom the killer Joe diverted shrewdly the offense of the murder. Tom and Becky were lost in a cave while enjoying a picnic. They discovered Joe inside the cave with a treasure. They sneaked out and later found the way out of the cave and Joe died of starvation. Finally their adventures were appreciated by everyone and Widow Doglas took the responsibility to take care of vagabond Huck.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;">Comment: My favorite childhood adventure. The book directly flies one back to the childhood where s/he becomes an adventurer with Tom Sawyer. Wonderful creation of Mark Twain.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;">English PDF ebook is available at PlanetPDF.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><b style="background-color: yellow;">Let us buy paper books. Let's enrich our mind and home library.</b> </span></span></div>
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0The Gambia13.443182 -15.31013911.466944 -17.8369945 15.41942 -12.7832835tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-90466547462387308262012-09-10T20:54:00.001+00:002012-12-20T21:24:12.308+00:00Che Guevara and John Lennon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Power of Photo faking - Watch out the following fake (which is revolving around Facebook pages in recent times):</div>
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The real one is the following one where Lennon is practicing with Wayne Gabriel, who had been a contemporary guitarist then:</div>
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So think twice before trusting any pic. Try to use common sense. Beatles released their first album in 1963. There is no way Che would be playing guitar with Lennon in the next 4 years (Che died in 1967) when he was fighting in Havana and Bolivia. Also in 1963, Lennon was merely 23, in 1967 he was 27. But this is way ahead for a 27 years old Lennon - this may be his 35 years or over. Following is the young John Lennon when The Beatles just released their first album in 1963. Beside is a picture of Lennon in 1976. Which one is a closer match to the above snap (and the fake)?<br />
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-55175116456734258782012-09-04T22:06:00.001+00:002014-04-16T11:37:42.478+00:00Favorite Books 7<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Book Review Md. Jafar Iqbal, Amar Bondhu Rashed, Rashed, My Friend, Yeshim Iqbal, Mircea Eliade, La Nuit Bengali, The Bengal Nights, Maitreyi Devi, Na Hanyate, It Does Not Die
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Book: Amar Bondhu Rashed (Translate from Bangla as 'Rashed, My Friend')<br />
<span style="color: #333333;">Author: Md. Jafar Iqbal (1952 - )</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;">Original Language: Bangla</span><br />
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Year: 1998.</span><br />
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Category: War, fiction</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;">Summary: Rashed is a meverick laddie studying in merely standard class 7 in high school. War broke out and he along with his 3 classmates started co-operating and helping the freedom fighters. Sometimes they risk their lives by carrying ammunitions through checkposts. They made one successful guerrilla operation to free one of the freedom fighters from military custody in hospital. Sometimes he fools rajakars (anti-liberation parasites) with his witty moves. Finally...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;">Comment: This is a nice book on war. The setup of the story is different as it gives us some messages apart from the obvious ones. This tells us how a war can affect all age groups. Everybody can be part of it, and the courageous ones can take steps further for the welfare of the war. It teaches us to be courageous abandoning the limitations of age. But this has a mixed critique because a child (below age 15) should not take part in active fighting, or porting, or as a messanger according to UN Conventions on the Rights of the Child, article 38, 1989.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;">Bangla hard-bind is available everywhere in Bangladesh.</span><span style="color: #333333;">There is a movie depiction with English subtitle. I have a copy with me. </span><br />
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Book: La Nuit Bengali (Translate from French as 'The Bengal Nights')<br />
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Author: Mircea Eliade (Romanian, 1907-1986)</span><br />
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Original Language: Original in Romani and the title was 'Maitreyi'. But the French translation is the most popular.</span><br />
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Year: 1933 in Romani, 1950 in French.</span><br />
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Category: Romance</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><br />Summary: Mircea had a visit to India as part of his job in 1930s. During his sojourn, he fell in love with his host's daughter Maitreyi. It eventually ended up in bitter consequences because of crucifixion of Maitreyi's father about this love affair. Because of fear of clash between Oriental philosophy and culture with Western culture, the love could not see the end.<br />
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that depicts the initial plot from the book (uncredited). </span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">The love, torments and troubles of both Mircea and Maitreyi was written with extreme affection throughout the book. </span></span>You might have read a lot of romantic novels,
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missed this one. People even say that<span style="color: #333333;">, they bleed if they touch the book.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;">This is a fiction based on his sojourn. For example in reality, Mircea went to India to study philosophy, but in the story he depicts himself as a visiting engineer there. Mircea later became a polyglot scholar and a professor</span> of University of Chicago. There is a movie depiction of the novel (Hugh Grant as Mircea).<br />
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<span style="color: #333333;">Book: Na Hanyate (From Sangskrit, translate as 'It Does Not Die')<br />
Author: Maitreyi Devi (Indian, 1914-1990)</span><br />
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Original Language: Bangla<br />
Year: 1974<br />
Category: Romance, Reminiscence, Philosophy</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><br />Summary: After a long time of the publication of 'La Nuit Bengali', Maitreyi Devi got the trace of the book and Mircea in 1972. It seemed her love for Mircea didn't die and suddenly after so long it burst into tears. She told us the same story but with a different viewpoint. Also she denied any physical love affair that was described by Mircea in his book. Rather she tried to uphold the love affair with purity of consciousness.</span><br />
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Comment:</span><span style="color: #333333;"> The title was taken from '</span>Bhagavad Gita<span style="color: #333333;">', and the actual line is '</span>Na Hanyate Hanyamane Sarire' that means 'Consciousness is eternal, it is not perished with the destruction of the temporary body'. The books together make an absolute romantic love affair that took place once upon a time on this marvellously romantic world. Due to fantasized physical love affair between herself and Mircea, she first accepted it as a libel. But later she forgave him when she found the torments and she felt his love for her.<br />
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There is one wrong information in the book that, Mircea was jailed for pornography. The fact is, Mircea lost his position due to conspiracy against some eroctic contents of one of his novels. He later sued against them and regained his position. He was jailed for his fascist and antisemitic movements, but not for pornography.</div>
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with mind and spirit, you are enriched. But when you pass it on you are enriched
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Book Review Pearl S. Buck, The Mother, Two Women, Alberto Moravia, La Ciociara, Nilima Ibrahim, Ami Birangona Bolchi
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<span style="color: #333333;">Book: The Mother<br />
Author: Pearl S. Buck (American, 1892-1973)<br /><br /><img alt="Inline image 8" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRNA-eI2Ahrsg7x-MrjHytsinhI6eEQxwjRVtItHX2Ho13CReUuXIXNVEfTaxAb8UAsaTNKQAKFiVYrv9o59xJm3zjJwdsjXVHCnA0hQ4KG_CwBeqotIJuxhjohJjBWXmytQ2gwkkVsQ/s181/Pearl%2520S.%2520Buck.jpg" /><br /><br />
Original Language: English<br />
Year: 1933<br />
Category: Fiction/Drama<br /><br /><img alt="Inline image 7" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTni8_zxZlAgtAYRJu0_q1YSjLMfHEE59EcM7BPnRTGivcRetygN16lC9pu1QAeCqDBZs27IBapARLkakK8MayCZTcS612DRIH5Wb6CBicCXexCyi8CbHec1ZiwUt5t-Abr6uNLv0zLHE/s285/The%2520Mother%2520-%2520Pearl%2520S.%2520Buck.jpg" width="161" /><br />
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Summary: The mother is a peasant wife whose husband left the family and
never came back. She had emotional torments inside fighting alone,
waiting for her husband, but she takes good care of her mother-in-law
and sons and a blind daughter. She brings in false letters from her
husband to keep her respect in the village. Occasionally she feels the
hotness of youth and feels for her husband. Eventually one day she had
to have an illicit sexual event with a tax collector. But she kills the
unwanted baby by abortion with medicines and became very weak
physically. Her elder son takes the responsibility of the house, and the
younger one gets involved in the secret communism movements which
nobody
knows. Her elder son gets married and she feels the loss of her position
as the chieftain of the house. She eventually had bigger blows from the
fates of her younger son and daughter. Even it looks like she is
fateless all through her life, but at last she found something to grab
and she feels
she is not so fateless like it shows. It is the hope of joy that keeps
us alive amidst all our troubles.<br />
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Comment: Pearl S. Buck lived in China for a long period of time in her
early years. She won Noble prize in literature in 1938 for her
contemplative portrayal of Chinese peasant lives. This book was one of
the influential factors for her to win the Noble prize. The book
immensely portrays the hardship of a helpless woman who fights
throughout her life where her smiles are mostly covered with griefs. I
remember someone through the story. The story is a melancholic one, but
certainly a wonderful piece of creation. Excellent collection.<br />
<br />Link: No ebook available. Please purchase the paper book. Your bookshelf won't regret having a masterpiece in its collection.<br /><br />Bangla translated hard-bind is available
at Aziz Super Market bookstores at Shahbagh, Dhaka. Price less than 200
BDT.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">Book: Two Women (Original Italian title 'La Ciociara')<br />
Author: Alberto Moravia (Italian, 1907-1990)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;">Original Language: Italian<br />
Year: 1958<br />
Category: War<br />
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Summary: This is the story of a widow and her daughter surviving through
the horrors of the Second World War. The mother Cesira, and the
daughter Rosetta who fled to their native village Ciociara
(interestingly, 'Ciociara' in Italian means 'Two Women' which is the
Italian title of the book (checked in google translate)). Rosetta was a
devout and a young beauty all through her life. At the end of the war,
unfortunately Rosetta was brutally raped by a gang of allied soldiers.
After this, she lost her faith in religions and God and became
comfortably numb to follow a promiscuous sexual life like a prostitute.<br />
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Comment: This is a very nice book that portrays the pain and anguish a
war brings to mankind. Being an Italian (which was allied with Hitler),
Moravia made the allied soldiers villain. But that's not the point
(well, whoever finds a way to oppose someone s/he dislikes, s/he mostly
goes for it, for example in many hollywood movies, Russians are
villains). The ugly face of war is the same no matter who you are, what
you do. It brings the same misfortune to mankind in all its way, and
especially to young women to whom being raped seems to be sealed in
their fate, no matter what the outcome of the war is. There is a 1960
Italian film of the same title (La Ciociara) for which Sophia Lauren
(played Cesira) won Academy Award for the Best Actress.<br />
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Link: No ebook available. Please purchase the original paperback.</span>
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<span style="color: #333333;">Bangla translated hard-bind is available
at Aziz Super Market bookstores at Shahbagh, Dhaka. Price less than 200
BDT.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;">Book: Ami Birangona Bolchi (Translate as 'Saying a War-Heroine, I')<br />
Author: Nilima Ibrahim (Bangladeshi, 1921-2002)</span><br />
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<img alt="Inline image 4" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5V8khr4FMoATEJaTq_5Ph8huSDFux_hP5oK9m457pvTTYJefl12mgAcyNdUyBs2ynvZxkXa7SCY_xNX4UlfXjY32qEKvlv4fIbFUXiLHM0tV861NJdZNEofeflKYk88_Jk_iha243hM/s249/Dr.%2520Nilima%2520Ibrahim.jpg" width="123" /><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;">Original Language: Bangla<br />
Year: 1997 (Merged Edition)<br />
Category: War/Crime<br /><br /><img alt="Inline image 3" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_ah92QIBWBsFBeufz4NYgovCclOviSMKsxKZkbcWWw6858nJoVdAuzpgmAaNpEt_uSHOk4e3ymQnJclqrGH-mWgUpBVvd4hlxvU4QY4euB4Aq3xv_PaOyLYOjTX5aeKew9TJBK_h_rE/s278/Ami%2520Birangona%2520Bolchi.jpg" width="123" /><br /><br />Summary:
This is collection of 7 different stories from 7 different rape-victims
of Bangladesh liberation war. It tells you the stories of their lives
in and out of the war. It tells you how they were raped by Pakistani
armies, as well as by Bangladeshi people - by their own family, kiths
and kins. It is like they have fallen into the burning fire from </span>
<span style="color: #333333;">a heated cauldron</span><span style="color: #333333;">
- like they just changed place to be raped once again. Sheikh Mujibur
Rahman embraced them as 'Birangona' (heroine), but the foolish people
around took them as 'barangona' (prostitute). Their pathetic fate only
bruised them inside and out thorughout their lives - there was seldom
anybody to sympathise with them.<br />
<br />Comment: It was a great effort by Dr. Nilima Ibrahim to capture the
lives of the raped women in Bangladesh liberation war. It perfectly
tells you what a social and societal rape is. They had to survive on
their own. They knew that they would not be accepted in this rotten
society. Many of them had to suicide as they could not fight anymore.
Some of them fought on their own and eventually established themselves
outside the country. But unfortunately the people who could not save
them, could not later hug them with love. I see those people more
unfortunate who missed the opportunity to accept these women - who are
as precious as gems and goddesses. I would rather say try to stare at
the big blue sky for the rest of your life and try to make your heart as
big as the sky. I completely hate this attitutde. Sadly, there is no
book yet that shouted against this. I only read one book by Md. Jafar
Iqbal where this odd bit was shown in some two sections - but anyway may
be that was small, but that was very powerful (I forgot the title -
please check later mails). </span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="background-color: silver;">No English translation is available.</span></span><br />
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<br />Bangla hard-bind is available at Aziz Supermarket bookstores at Shahbagh, Dhaka. Price less than 250 BDT.</span><br />
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<b style="background-color: yellow;">Let us buy paper books. Let's enrich our mind and home library.</b>
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-41964774967969789412012-09-04T15:54:00.002+00:002014-04-16T11:35:57.353+00:00Favorite Books 5<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Book Review Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist, Arnesto Che Guevara, The Motorcycle Diaries, The Colonel on Crutch, Shahaduzzaman
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<span style="color: #333333;">Book: The Alchemist (Original in Portuguese '</span>O Alquimista<span style="color: #333333;">')</span></div>
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Author: Paulo Coelho (Brazilian, 1947-)<br /><br /><img alt="Inline image 1" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGd5Wq4MXkW7g37WmxY_lEtnYw3ybRL3C6EKQ_-0vK2jxSGEfprle6QUsIC_VIqX0muxkGsUgN9yUkaaNB2OmJmug-9n7jhnZ3Con5Q1XKUyCIDhOCaf0CaLfzRBFLKfjsDjIAi9wH0GE/s295/Paulo%2520Coelho.jpg" width="125" /><br />
<br />Original Language: Portuguese<br />Year: 1988<br />Category: Philosophy/Adventure/Fiction<br /><br /><img alt="Inline image 2" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOyE5_96I1II_8TiHNZPNLgIly_PcpqLSLhDX5Ke8jTLRsisrBiUxYospPe0OLaS8iPP2OstMicxkuMVRUARNGjTXGsNDCKOwHfyjbVmEs0gNMsZVGP1Yqd14U39S_ihHkBt4Nwa2dJE/s225/The%2520Alchemist.jpg" width="163" /><br />
<br />Summary: The story begins with an Andalusian shepherd boy named
Santiago who had a prophetic dream two times to pursue a treasure. The
pursue is his destiny and he set out for it after consulting a Gypsy
woman. He would have to move across the Sahara and go to the pyramids to
find his treasure. He sold his sheep to have enough money for the
travel. On way he met a king, he was robbed, he worked with a crystal
merchant, he set out with a caravan, they reached an oasis, he met
Fatima, he met an alchemist. The alchemist taught him many philosophies
of life, and to talk to the 'heart' and the 'soul of the world'. He
helped him to know alchemy and to be an alchemist. He had strange
examinations to win over and finally reach his destiny. The end is an
excellent twist - read out and find on your own. Don't read the summary
(with ending) in advance, otherwise the fun will be lost!<br />
<br />Comment: The book was suggested by my Kenyan friend Moses. This book
has been translated in 71 languages so far which is a Guinness World
Record holder for most translated book by a living author (source:
wikipedia). Also it is one of the best-sellers in history. The book
takes you back to an ancient time and flies you through Sahara, simums,
and bedouins. It teaches you some wonderful philosophies of life.
Excellent reading and collection.<br />
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<span style="color: #333333;">Book: The Motorcycle Diaries (Original Spanish Title '</span>Diarios de motocicleta<span style="color: #333333;">')</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">Author: Ernesto Che Guevara (Argentine, 1928-1967)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><img alt="Inline image 3" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAmrhXwarKbKfwGXieaiw0yQ8fcdmhOHf3FyXWH5Dw5mdCoxUgsvCrr2biRKrJzUbSTwrTwvx_q3pH_M0S25jCp79XHaUwkqcjdEmmJod0_aEzKi9PXXM-py-aHGlJVlB2ieti2WKFuN4/s226/Che.jpg" width="171" /></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;">Original Language: Spanish</span><br />
<span style="color: #333333;">Year: 1952 (written in this year)</span><br />
<span style="color: #333333;">Category: Travel/Adventure</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><img alt="Inline image 4" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-7nCIPn0DlT9qq9DgdCZmDLKmaNnoTquwoQSH603JL2-8TZE_gMyceLtoOUX3GHKrc9xkM8-UN0tieKaWJGf8aW686EFytTuTb-_oLrv7K3QlEPhpoQzDvw0eT__ToKVN5eRNBkEXF8E/s240/motorcycle%2520diaries.jpg" width="162" /></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;">Summary: Arensto and Granado were two friends who decided to travel
across the Latin America on their bike 'La Poderosa'. Arnesto was a
doctor on leprosy and Granado was a biochemist. The diary is a
day-to-day travel-log written by Che. Their real-life experiences with
laborious people, 'ostracized lepers', parsimonious mine workers, and</span><span style="color: #333333;"> downtrodden Inkan descendants were very much of the Marxist revolutionary seed that was sowed inside him during the journey.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Comment: What a journey! I find a resemblance to my Swedish friend 'Jan Braunisch' (<a href="http://r6.se/" target="_blank">http://r6.se/</a>)
who set out to travel Africa only with a rucksack. It is awesome when
you are travelling a whole continent only on a motor bike where you need
to find shelter, food, medicines on your own. There are two types of
travels - one that is relaxed, and pre-planned, and the other is
uncertain, and full of danger. They were on the later one, but felt the
life of common people being a part of them. Che's writing is
well-balanced - well, he is more a revolutionary than a writer - we all
know that. But anyway, this is an excellent travel story. A masterpiece
by a masterpiece Che himself! (Off topic: Che was very smart and
handsome - what do you think?)<br />
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Link: English translated free online reading at: <a href="http://goo.gl/T0TQg" target="_blank">The Motorcycle Diaries</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Bangla hard-bind is available at Aziz Super Market
bookstores at Shahbagh, Dhaka. Price less than 200 BDT.</span><span style="color: #333333;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Book: Crutch-er Colonel (Translate as 'The Colonel on Crutch')<br />
Author: Shahaduzzaman (Bangladeshi, 1962 -)<br /><br /><img alt="Inline image 6" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2fVFDjZrAnoaqOVpIbOZUR9vANdQbqfGY0fkPFIRGumBoLt5nz8zBAM9Xkr3oaUdndfMS1UPnPjd83RZ4SM40Jd7kLSxWfPyKNEVy4J2BFg_z8rpFqDpnGNs-fa8SiuTroDkYCDT4Bhk/s275/shahaduzzaman.jpg" width="110" /><br /><br />
Original Language: Bangla<br />
Year: 2009 or 2010<br />
Category: History/Revolution/Biography<br /><br /><img alt="Inline image 5" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGDn_77PlcBBU2w0QGx05B6e0wDXB_HJ8tP7LTNNK36GBbjHTb6FgUUMY9N4VZD09jrilqdddR1W8_PVrixm2DhEjIdLxWnH0GB5IY5GDE-FzhP9M0rZrapJKTM8rIgYzY6R-DAWocNY/s256/Crutch-er%2520Colonel.jpg" width="130" /><br />
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Summary: The book is mainly a biography of Martyr Colonel Abu Taher. But
along with biography, it is a valuable resource of the real history of
the liberation war, revolutions, and coups occurred in Bangladesh. It is
a historical masterpiece for the next generation of Bangladesh. I was
shocked to see how some of the national heroes suddenly became greedy on
power. Looks like power is the ultimate will of a man, not peace -
that's also a truth about the world powers anyway.<br />
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Comment: This book is likely to be banned by BNP once they are in power
in Bangladesh as nobody likes the bitter truth about himself/herself. It
directly embossed parts from <a href="http://www.col-taher.com/english/testament.html" target="_blank">Colonel Taher's testimony</a>
about Zia as a traitor. Salutes to Colonel Taher as a real patriot and
hero who could not make his dreams come true because of people he saved
from inevitable death.<br />
<br />Link:</span> <span style="color: #333333;">No
ebook available. But this is a masterpiece on historical books on
Bangladesh. Your bookshelf won't regret purchasing this book for your
lifetime.<br />
<br />Bangla hard-bind is available at Aziz Super Market bookstores at Shahbagh, Dhaka. Price less than 400 BDT.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><br clear="all" /></span><b style="background-color: yellow;">Let us buy paper books. Let's enrich our mind and home library.</b>
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Ronyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15521020901509250320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062891717002040867.post-77435276139012318212012-09-04T15:53:00.002+00:002014-04-16T11:34:44.041+00:00Favorite Books 4<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Book Review Alexei Maximovich Peshkov, Maxim Gorky, Comrade, Victor Hugo, Toilers of the Sea, 'Les Travailleurs de la Mer', Jack London, The Call of the Wild, Anisul Haque, Maa, The Mother
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;">Book: Comrade<br />Author: </span><span style="color: #333333;">Alexei Maximovich Peshkov (</span><span style="color: #333333;">Maxim Gorky) (Russian, 1868-1936)</span></span></div>
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<br />Original Language: Russian<br />Year: 1906<br />Category: Socialism/Salvation/Enthusiasm</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="color: #333333;">Story: This is not a story really, may be merely 4/5 pages. It talks
about a gloomy city, day, and people who suddenly had a spiritual
awakening by the word 'comrade'. It portrays the power of the word
'comrade' in the gloomy facade of the day-to-day life of ordinary
people.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="color: #333333;">Comments: In Russian Maxim means 'The Greatest', Gorky means 'Bitter'. This was the pen name of the author. The story is an </span></span>
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</span><span style="color: #333333;">excellent
example of how concisely and deeply one can draw the scenario in his
writing; that's why he is a Maxim. His portrayal of resemblance of
various stages of the story is very profound and correct.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="color: #333333;">Links: Free online reading at: <a href="http://goo.gl/7XYsu" target="_blank">Comrade</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"></span><span style="color: #333333;">Some other Gorky stories at the root: <a href="http://goo.gl/bXIHs" target="_blank">Gorky Books</a></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"> </span><br style="color: #333333;" /><span style="color: #333333;">Book: Toilers of the Sea (original in French '<i>Les Travailleurs de la Mer</i>')</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;">Author: Victor Hugo (French, 1802-1885)</span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br style="color: #333333;" /><span style="color: #333333;">Original Language: French</span>
<span style="color: #333333;">Year: 1886</span><br style="color: #333333;" /><span style="color: #333333;">Category: Fiction/Adventure/Romance.</span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br style="color: #333333;" /><span style="color: #333333;">Story:
Gilliatt is a solitary fisherman in the island Guernsey, who is thrown a
love gesture by Deruchette. On promise of Deruchette to marry anybody
who can bring back her wrecked ship-engine, Gilliatt sets on the task
risking his life fighting with cold, stravation and octopus. On
successful return, he declines to marry as he came to know that she is
already in love with someone else. He arranges for her marriage, and...</span>
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I read the Bangla translated paperback published around 1960 - the book
was given to my mother as an accolade to her academic merits; may be
they knew she herself would become a toiler of the sea. You can
distinguish a skyscrapper from surrounding buildings; so can you
distinguish this book. The ending pounds on your heart, might enrage you
with the betrayal of Deruchette.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><br style="color: #333333;" /></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Book: The Call of the Wild</span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Author: Jack London (American, 1876-1916)</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><br style="color: #333333;" /></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Original Language: English</span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Year: 1903</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Category: Adventure</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Story:
The story revolves around Buck - a stolen dog being used for
sledge-pulling. The ups and downs in Buck's life and finally reaching
the hands of a good man Thornton are the climaxes of the story. Later
Thornton won a bet for the strength of Buck. At the end Thronton was
killed by nomads and the revenge of the dog is the other side of the
story. Finally he found his niche in the wilderness by socilizing with
wolves, but he comes back each year to mourn his master's death.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Comment: It is a touching pet story where the pet is the main character. Wonderful reading.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Link: English PDF Download Link made available by ibiblio: </span><a href="http://goo.gl/WbCHG" style="color: #333333;" target="_blank">T<span style="color: blue;">he Call of the Wild</span></a></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Bangla translated paperback should be available at Seba Prokashoni, at Segunbagan, Dhaka.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Book: Maa (translate as 'Mother')</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Author: Anisul Haque (Bangladeshi, 1965-)</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Original Language: Bangla</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Year: 2003</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Category: Drama/Fiction/War</span></span></span></div>
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<img alt="Inline image 21" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRFOQFTfejvWjAKvJiLRfmBE-jzasV5yqBbnGCrXU2_rjPFOb7SojxF8qK9P7-Pn4EG2guc-4S-3uPJbyTj_pfEZOjlatmIGKhFmHXkCV7kBXXtOvAJLBrLu1hlBVwLsToCKxrsCBBRRA/s236/Anisul%2520Haque%2520-%2520Maa.JPG" width="117" /><div class="im">
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Story: This is the story of a mother who discovered the brutal
tortures upon her only son by enemy soldiers; but even then she urged
the son not to disclose the names of companion guerrilla warriors. This
is the story of a mother who didn't eat rice or sleep in bed for the
rest of her life after she had last seen her son sleeping on floor of
jails and wanted to eat rice. This is the story of a mother who left a
palace and lived a poor life because of betrayal of her husband.<br />
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Comment: All the stories in the world on 'mother' are somewhat very
touchy. Every mother has some story of her own and it is the adept
writer who can portray the story, and make us cherish. This is a very
nice 'Mother' story by Anisul Haque.</div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">Bangla hard-bind is available at </span></div>
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;">Aziz Supermarket Bookstores at Shahbagh, Dhaka. Price is about 200 BDT</span>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /><br /><b style="background-color: yellow;">Let us buy paper books. Let's enrich our mind and home library.</b></span>
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Book Review Jostein Gaarder, Sophie's World, Sukumar Ray, Pagla Dashu, The Crazy Dashu, Anthony Mascarenhas, The Rape of Bangladesh, Phire Dekha 71, A melancholic Glance at 1971, Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis, Die Verwandlung
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<span style="color: #333333;">Book: Sophie's World<br />
Author: Jostein Gaarder (Pronounce as Yesten Gaarder) (Norwegian, 1952 -)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><img alt="Inline image 20" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZmhAFmvs34cP-r9LWvmzSHaDc0jVQXCD6PgZPSBPGQHVnzkI0-wJTItJSSFXwXmMlWYP85sC6T2s-DJHBIs9vfjKcgbFS6vI5X3A5dY4prhDhdle9T3-uUH0Y4YJCAYliC2PFc9eJn7Q/s242/Yesten%2520Gaarder.jpg" width="111" /> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Original Language: Norwegian<br />Year: 1991<br />Category: Philosophy</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><img alt="Inline image 19" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpSJGnC_yszkNDG7Ec_jNLCcGWvqKiScWfTOOHE3YxWIrjR9ZuDtQh23X2_oI2W078ahUElMXz-G3nv-lw8OUC_HhiJWDwkBv1cl6rhwNMhLvOsdpPlRCN97z7a12yfSnYJfobjGOYdNo/s271/Sophie%2527s%2520World.jpg" width="121" /> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Story:
This is a story where a young girl starts learning about the mysterious
questions like who we are and where do we come from. And how to stand
firm against odds. It takes you through philosophical thoughts spanning
across ancient theologies to presence.<br />
<br />Comments: This is a national (if not international) best-seller. I
could not finish the paper book; left in the middle of reading. But hope
to finish it someday.<br /><br />Links: Online reading of short summary of chapters at: <a href="http://goo.gl/0Ap2O" target="_blank">Summary - Sophie's World</a><br />
<br />Wikipedia Link: <a href="http://goo.gl/7Dof4" target="_blank">Wikipedia - Sophie's World</a><br />
<br />Bangla translated paper book should be available at Aziz Supermarket Bookstores at Shahbagh, Dhaka.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><br /></span></span>===========================================================================<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Book: Pagla Dashu (May be translated as 'The Crazy Dashu')</span></span></div>
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">
Author: Sukumar Ray (Indian, 1887 - 1923) </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><img alt="Inline image 18" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAxz05CVKvQMOBJIGXAFFwDux2DmLFYsXxreSrvsIwz2mqdglLO67EHhqjrFjDIIbwzflE_d37DWlK0TnnS8Q-H1hLxCsHlIhRGhkZZrq6Zu7HFzMgVgxDnl87hgtnYNwkzazt1wF31q4/s320/Sukumar%2520Roy.jpeg" width="192" /> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Year: Around 1940<br />Original Language: Bangla<br />Category: Child</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><img alt="Inline image 17" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1pEx8Fh4_ejdfK2gGghRZ63PXLTzDu45UcNNZU_-UB09cgbvI3FycRemYoqczExX9oHD9o5b3wkLeQmTDw7OVkdwyylRFwkdXegN_rEHAOl0F2qHkOtiiZzORhhkgmc0bokfM2GClV4c/s213/Pagla%2520Dashu.JPG" width="110" /></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;">Story:
This is a collection of funny incidents that took place in Sukumar
Roy's childhood, mostly wrapped around the character 'Dashu'. Sukumar
Roy's excellent representation of fun worths admiration.<br />
<br />Comments: Unfortunately <span style="background-color: #ffff66;">no English translation is available.</span> Even if there, it would not be the same as the original.<br /><br />Links: Free e-book created by BDNews24.com, available at (1 MB): <a href="http://goo.gl/BJGkM" target="_blank">Sukumar Ray - Pagla Dashu</a></span></span></span></span></div>
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Book: The Rape of Bangladesh</div>
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<div style="color: #333333;">
Author: Anthony Mascarenhas (Pakistani, 1928 - 1986)</div>
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<img alt="Inline image 16" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdY_vHVMGknZPyt8-lbQlqJFkR9VyqN84aPKVdqFT2SFvYxb99Z8rhZka_h1DqwOqB8s6fb7RCp9v7BS2kf5MGb3lgqwJRgItKh1dZacltZLojs4vBBJeSmtsKdpxWBjeUl8TAjMDT8o/s187/Anthony%2520Mascarenhas.jpg" width="123" /> </div>
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="color: #333333;"><br /></span></span> </span><br />
<div style="color: #333333;">
Year: 1972</div>
Original Language: English<br />
Category: History</div>
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Story:
The book is about the various atrocities that were imposed upon East
Pakistan (now Bangladesh) by West Pakistan (now Pakistan).<br />
<br />
Comments:
It is not about the numerous raped victims of Bangladesh during
liberation war. Interestingly, Mr. Anthony was a Pakistani journalist
(1928-1986).<br />
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Links:</div>
<div style="color: #333333;">
<br />
No English ebook is available. Paperback is available in Amazon.<br />
<br /></div>
<div style="color: #333333;">
</div>
<div style="color: #333333;">
<br />
Bangla translated paper book should be available at Aziz
Supermarket Bookstores at Shahbagh, Dhaka. The price is less than 150
BDT.
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Book: Phire Dekha 71 (May be translated as 'A melancholic Glance at 1971')<br />
Author: It is a collection of stories/incidents/telegrams/<wbr></wbr>letters/testimonies concerning the liberation war of Bangladesh<br />
Year: 2008<br />
Original Language: Bangla<br />
Category: History/War</div>
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Story:
The book is a compilation of scattered information throughout the web
where the contributors talk about historical liberation war incidence
with live testimonies.<br />
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Comments: Excellent collection.</div>
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Download Link (6.47 MB): <a href="http://goo.gl/FhGO6" target="_blank">Phire Dekha 71</a></div>
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Bangla paper book should be available at Aziz Supermarket Bookstores at Shahbagh, Dhaka.<br />
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Book: The Metamorphosis (Original in German 'Die Verwandlung')<br />
Author: Franz Kafka (German, 1883 - 1924)</div>
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Year: 1915<br />
Original Language: German<br />
Category: Fiction</div>
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Story:
This is a story about a travelling salesman, who in one night
unfortunately turns into a monstrous worm and becomes a burden to the
rest of the family. It silently throws the question of humanity if you
pay attention so you can see the hidden tears.<br />
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Comments: This is the most wonderful work of Kafka. It perfectly
portrays the situation when the sole breadwinner of a family becomes an
abominable and despicable burden to the rest of the family members when
the ultimate wish is to get rid of him/her. It may be anyone - our
parents at their old age, or any breadwinner of the family - who would
metamorphose into such monstrous figure once they cannot earn anymore. A
lot of allegories will be appreciable if you read with concentration.
The dimension of Kafka's thinking is simply marvellous in this novella.
It may be the shortest possible novella.<br />
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It is said that Kafka's writing is unique to German language and a translation might not yield the actual flavor.<br />
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Links: Ebook is made available by project Gutenberg: <a href="http://goo.gl/9zrrp" target="_blank">Metamorphosis</a></div>
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You
can choose a format suitable for your mobile phone (epub for example)
and load the book in your smartphone. You can read it anywhere.<br />
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Bangla translated paper book should be available at Aziz Supermarket Bookstores at Shahbagh, Dhaka.<br />
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<b style="background-color: yellow;">Let us buy paper books. Let's enrich our mind and home library.</b></div>
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