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We were riding past there on a rickshaw when I spotted this homeless mom, sitting on the median, feeding her young. Moms are precious. Happy Mother's Day.
Chittagong, Bangladesh.
I am Bangali
Bangla is my country,
Bangla is my language...
I believe it & it colors my life,my surrounding world.
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Reptilia
Order: Squamata
Suborder: Lacertilia
Infraorder: Iguania
Family: Chamaeleonidae
Photo has been taken at Lauachara forest,Sylhet
এসো হে বৈশাখ, এসো এসো
এসো হে বৈশাখ, এসো এসো
তাপস নিঃশ্বাস বায়ে
মুমূর্ষুরে দাও উড়ায়ে
বৎসরের আবর্জনা দূর হয়ে যাক যাক যাকতাপস নিঃশ্বাস বায়ে মুমূর্ষুরে দাও উড়ায়ে
এসো এসো...
যাক পুরাতন স্মৃতি
যাক ভুলে যাওয়া গীতি
যাক অশ্রুবাষ্প সুদূরে মিলাক
যাক যাক
এসো এসো...
মুছে যাক গ্লানি ঘুচে যাক জরা
অগ্নি স্নানে শুচি হোক ধরা
রসের আবেশ রাশি
শুষ্ক করি দাও আসি
আনো আনো, আনো তব প্রলয়ের শাঁখ
মায়ার কুঁজঝটি জাল যাক, দূরে যাক যাক যাক
এসো এসো...
The Eye Opening. Senior artist draws the eyes of Goddess with deep contemplation. The Goddess will bless the students next day with the light of knowledge.
Each year, a large number of hindu students gather in "Jagannath Hall" of Dhaka University, to offer their prayer to Goddess of Knowledge "Saraswati", whereas Muslims also join to observe the ceremony. Although the number of Hindu people in Bangladesh is less than 10%, people from all religions live in peace and harmony with each other.
Taken in Dhaka University, Dhaka, 2006.
The four-day Durga Puja (Worship of Durga) is the biggest annual festival in West Bengal and other parts of Eastern India.
In West Bengal, India, Durga is revered as the supreme goddess, a divine manifestation of Shakti, which itself is the embodiment of the spiritual dimension of the creative, feminine energy.
According to the Devi Mahatmya (a Hindu scripture in Sanskrit containing seven hundred verses, arranged into thirteen chapters, and only a part of the larger Markandeya Purana), the form of Durga was created as a warrior goddess to fight the demon Mahisasura. Through prayer and meditation, tthe demon Mahisasura earned a boon from Brahma that no man or god would be able to defeat him in battle. With this power on his side, Mahisasura invaded the abode of the gods, who went to the supreme trinity (Brahma, Vishnu and Rudra) for help. But, Mahisasura defeated all of the gods, including the trinity themselves. He unleashed a reign of terror on earth, heaven and the nether world.
Eventually, since only a woman could kill him, the trinity bestowed a dazzling beam of energy upon Uma (also known as Parvati), the wife of Shiva, transforming her into the goddess Durga. Her form was blindingly beautiful with three lotus-like, blood-bordered eyes, ten powerful hands, hair in the form of black pearls, and a golden glow from her skin. Her face was sculpted by Shiva, torso by Indra, breasts by Chandra (the moon), teeth by Brahma, bottom by the Earth, thighs and knees by Varuna (wind), and her three eyes by Agni (fire). Each god also gave her their own most powerful weapons, Rudra's trident, Vishnu's discus, Indra's thunderbolt, Brahma's kamandal, Kuber's mace/club, and so forth. The Himalayas gave her a fierce, white lion. At the end of the eighth and the beginning of the ninth day of waxing moon, Chanda and Munda came to fight the goddess. She turned blue with anger and goddess Chamunda leaped out of her third eye. This form of her was the most powerful, with the three red eyes, blood-filled tongue and darkened skin. It was in this form that she annihilated the twin demons with her sword. The Chamunda form of the divine goddess is worshipped during the sandhikshan (a special hour) of the four-day Durga Puja festival. Finally, on the tenth day of waxing moon, goddess Durga killed Mahisasura with her trident.
The word Shakti, literally meaning strength, reflects the warrior form of the goddess, enveloping a traditional male role. But, she is also an embodiment of Karunamayi (Mother Kindness), who saved the Universe from destruction at the hands of the monster.
(From many sources; primarily, Wikipedia.)
The close-up image shown above is a photo I took at the 2006 Durga Puja Festival, organized by the Bengali Association Dallas-Fort Worth, in Irving, Texas.
Some of you may care to see the 'Durga, the warrior goddess!' on Black.
I want to color my mind and heart;
.....and my whole being.
In your colors, I want to be drowned.
With you, I want to be unified;
So, I look for you in your colorful creation.
Captured from Chuadanga, Bangladesh. A rural girl is picking the flowers of mustard plant.
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Once this was a golden land...
All the preciousness of life were present.
Those days are gone... they say.
Not true.....
The treasure is hidden in our mind's darkness...
We just have to dig it out.
Let's give it a try.
Dried fish...a delicious and favorite food among Dhaka dwellers ( and all the Banlgadeshi people) is sold in various market of Dhaka. But this shop was really exceptional, with a number of varieties. Captured from Kaptan Bazar, Dhaka, Bangladesh.
A life passes by on the road.
In a marathon of lifetime, I compete.
To touch the golden dream I dreamed of in mother's womb.
To catch the train of happiness.
From birth till death I keep running.
Because I forgot the stoppage...
Where all my peace lies.
A night shot from Kamlapur Railway Station, Dhaka, Bangladesh. He is running keeping pace with the running train to catch it. Slow shutter used to capture the sense of motion in the scene.
Bangladesh is a country with hundreds of rivers and ponds and is notable for being a fish-loving nation, acquiring the name "Machh-e Bhat-e Bangali" which means, "Bengali by fish and rice".
Sylhet, Bangladesh, 2008.
Here in this little hut, I'll live forever.
I don't need a boat, I'm not going back.
I'm tired of the clamor out there.....
Now, this perpetual solitude is mine.
Captured from Sylhet, Bangladesh. I forgot the name of the place, but it was on the way from Sylhet main town to Jaflong.
Ever saw the world in God's Eye view?
All the bits and pieces of activities going on Earth.
God views them all at a time.
When we see just around us, He sees all around the Earth.
And that's the fun of being Him.
Captured from Manikgonj, Bangladesh, 2008
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Event: 1st Falgun Festival. 1st Falgun is start of a new season and a new month after the winter. Bangali celebrate they day with orange/ yellow color dresses and flowers as ornaments. The whole country celebrate the day with many music shows, street walks and supporting events.
In Dhaka, TSC, Charukola Institute, Robindra Sherebor at Dhanmondi 8 are the main locations as center of this festival.
Explored
Charukola Department
Dhaka University, Dhaka
Bangladesh
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"Bangladesh, 2008."
One by one.
They all left me.
Father & Mother....Wife and Children...and dearest friends.
Now, when my youth left me frail...
You came to help, to support my loneliness.
....So my friend, support me in these last few days of solitude.
The stick of a centenarian man. Captured from Charukala, Dhaka, Bangladesh.
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The sun will shine any way.
Because, some powers can never be defeated.
Some names can never be obliterated.
No matter how powerful the witch of fog is....
She'll die in the end.
Captured from Chuadanga, Bangladesh in last winter. The sun showed his bright face after the struggle of half a day with the thick mist
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The Old man asked the Bird....
"Hei! How many times you've flown over me?"
"So many times" replied the bird.
"But I've been here for hundreds of years... frozen" said the old man in a melancholy voice..
The Bird said....
"Don't be sad, old chap.....
We are similar, actually.
You and Me... we are both nothing but Witnesses of Time"
University of Dhaka, Bangladesh. The infamous Curjon Hall with it's surrounding architectural beauty has been here for about 100 years, serving as the academic building of Dhaka University. I have studied here for six years... and the time of my departure from this university is so close.
The image shown here is not the Curjon Hall.. it's besides the Hall, and is now used as building for Chemistry Department.
Captured at Midnight, Long Exposure.
Two types inhabit this Earth.
One type has the wheels.
They are always on the move....
On their perpetual circles.
The other type is bound by the roots.
And are always on the rest.
One has no time to think.
Other has no way to express what they think.
Captured from Manikgonj, Bangladesh.
Bangladesh, 2008.
Farmers in Bangladesh have some things in common, among which a bullock's cart is one. The cart is used for carrying crops, fertilizers and other agrarian materials to and from the field. Almost all the farmers yard has this view of a hay stack and a cart.
Captured from Chuadanga, Bangladesh
Dhaka, 16 December, 2008.
Today, I sense a strange fragrance in my surroundings....
Something exhilarating, something that took me out of my home, taking me on the street, in the procession....something I can't understand.
Then I remembered. It's December 16.
Victory is in the air.
Captured from Dhaka University Campus on the Victory day of Bangladesh. 16 December. The flag of Bangladesh with red green vividness in the background.
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Basically a man is alone.
He has to drown and emerge from the life's fire of perils..all alone.
But a human being is like Phoenix Bird. Every time he is put in fire, he emerges with the fiery wings of strength. Again and again.
Captured from Dhaka University Campus, today. The bird was moving just over the wonderful sunlight rays.
Optimist or Pessimist.
Philanthropic or Misanthropic.
Lenient or Stringent.
Funny or Morose.
Theist or Atheist.....
It's your attitude that defines you.
From Keranigonj, Dhaka, Bangladesh.
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Jaflong, Sylhet, Bangladesh, 2008.
Somehow, with the course of time,
..My heart has been eaten away.
Larvae of worms called reality have fed on my emotions.
Green and young, still it is.......
But my heart, now callused, feels no pain anymore.
From the jungle in Jaflong, Sylhet, Bangladesh.
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On his back its call "shofar" traditional music instrument , made by animals horn."Shofar" has been described on Hibrew Bible. They used it for their religious purposes. I was wonder when and how it has became Bangali Folk Instrument.
I am old.
So what?
I've seen the world in peril and passion.
I've tasted the sweetness of joy
And the bitterness of sorrow.
But, I am not done yet with this world.
I have a few teeth left yet.
Before I leave...
I'll taste this wonderful world in every way.
I want to remember my stay here, forever.
Millions of Hearts....
Saturated with contentment.
Full of vivid dreams;
Warm with love and happiness.
They are waiting for you.
Once you arrive, you'll see.
How we are painting our lives;
With the colors of million hearts.
Dhaka, Bangladesh, 2009.
Life is colorful, for sure.
But, here and there, now and then...
Death manifests itself with vivid colors of afterlife.
May be that's why, we should not be afraid of death after all.
May be death is not as horrible as it seems.
Captured from Institute of Fine Arts, University of Dhaka, Bangladesh.
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With your every touch, I diminish into oblivion....
Every meeting with you is death to me..
But this lethal touch is what I like...
To me... Death is Love.
(It was raining on the hill top... I took shelter on a tribal's house. Water drops were falling slowly from the straw roof. These drops melted in a millisecond as I touched it. My camera and me were so fortunate to capture this magical moment of contact.
Taken in Khagrachari Hill Tracts, Bangladesh)
This is Puri. Particularly this stretch of the beach is called Sargadwar or Gateway to Haven ! For generations Puri has remained the most popular destination of Bengali Babu (when they need a short or a very long vacation) . Lord Jagannath (if not more at least ) as Popular in Bengal as in Orissa.
Bengalies spend most part of the day in this part of Puri , very early morning you will find them searching for "one Sun rise shot " , after some time when the Boats will come back laden with fish , they will start searching for " Fresh Pomfret , Pabda or Chingri Maach " aake bare Joler Dorey ! Then they will come out armed with Gamcha, Towel , in Night gown, Nighty , Barmuda, Lungi .... to fight with the Wave and shriek at the top of their voice , Tender coconut helps them to remain hydrated. In the evening just Adda on the beach with fried prawn....
Not so long ago if any of our relatives son/daughter remained missing for a couple of day then invariably he or she used to come back as Couple with Palm Leaf basket ( full of Jibhey Goja) in hand , proving that they got married at Jagannath temple and spent their honeymoon in Puri. Still Puri is one of the most popular Honeymoon destination for a large section of Bengali.
Some how me and my Kids feel better if we can soak in this culture for an hour or so and go back to our temporary residence 5 KM away from the Gateway of Haven !
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When the first light of heaven hit the earth...
The earth burnt in the scorching heat of desire...
Yet She smiled in joy.....
Cause she waited a night of thousand hours,
To die in love.
Captured in a bright warm morning from Dhaka University Campus. The first light of sunshine was just hitting the earth...and the tender leaves were smiling in warm glow.
Some roads are difficult.
They lead against gravity...and there's a chance to slip.
Yet, those roads appear now and then.
They have to be crossed, because no matter whether a road is difficult or smooth...
They all lead to the destination.
Captured from Manikgonj, Bangladesh. A little girl is climbing the eroded river bank after collecting water for domestic puproses.
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