A Tribute to the people who fight their battle against poverty

hello friends , thats really nice to tell u a story of a simple human being.. last evening I met a lady.. carrying a bag of dried leaves on her head..she was in a torn saree having dull & rough hair tied tightly with a red ribbon... i don't know why i am writing about her.. what was special about her...may be the spirit with which she fights the greatest war of everyday life, her fights against poverty...

the moon was shining and sky was filled with sparkling stars ... i was walking with her silently..suddenly she asked me "whats the time now"..i replied "7:00 Pm" ...

she started to walk more faster .. though she was totally unknown to me..still i could not control my curiosity and asked her "r u in a hurry" she replied "yes" "entire day i worked hard as a daily laborer and now moving back to my little house , on the way to home i have collected some dried leaves....to cook some foods to feed my children and my husband" i was surprised and asked " what does your husband do?" she replied "he is lying in bed due to paralysis"after a long gap she continued ...." i have three children, two sons and one daughter..my husband was a carpenter ..one day while fixing windows in a building , he fell down from there and now can't move...he is lying in bed for last three years....trying my best for his proper treatment......though i know its not possible for me to give him proper treatment and buy best medicines.. still i am trying my best..."..... then she stopped..
suddenly i looked at her eyes and found those were filled with tears...her tear filled eyes were looking like that of the ponds filled with water......

again after a long silence she asked me "whats the time now" i replied "Its 7:30" she told me " oh..God..i am getting late , bye...."and started walking more faster .. i could not walk at that speed ..so i stopped there ... entire place was shining by the effect of calm florescent rays of moon and i was looking at her moving at the fastest speed to continue her battle against poverty....

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on the last fullmoon night i clicked the picture of moon and it was amazingly
heart-shaped...watch it and tell me whats ur opinion

i love this picture.. don't know why

Tumake dekhar icche hoy...

Pinki Purkayastha
silchar,cachar, Assam


bolte parina hoy to bujhiye,
kintu bole jay mon
tumake dekhar icche hoy...

sobuj gashe pa phele ,
chute jaowar icche hoy,
icche hoy tumar haate haat rekhe ,
sudur digonte hete jaowar.
Tumar pashe bose ,
duto muhurto jyostsna moy chader dike ,
takiye thakar.
icche hoy,megher bhelay bhese jaowar..
bolte parina hoy to bujhiye........

majhe majhe icche hoy, nodir dhade, ghaserpore,
bristir protiti bindu onubhob korar
tumar sathe shrabon er prothom bristidharay bhije jaowar..
akasher kalo megh proti bar
ei icche guloke jagiye diye jay
bolte parina hoy to bujhiye........

jano, jhore poda prottek ta shiuli,
amar mone ekta sadh jagay,
tumar sathe bhorer belay ,
phul tulte jaowar....
icche hoy, bhorer phothom shishir konay,
surjer prothom roshmi r protipholon dekhbo,
tumar duchokher aynay.

kokhono abar icche hoy bhije chule, laal pede saree pore,
dhup deep haate, pujo ghore jaowar pothe.
tumar duchukhe nijeke dekhar,
godhuli belay, sondhya prodip haate,
tulsi tola theke phire asar pothe,
arotir thala haate solojjo dristi te ,
tumar mongol kamonay,duti sundor muhurto anubhub korar....
icche hoy bar bar...
bolte parina hoy to bujhiye......

shorot elo(choda)

Pinki Purkayastha
silchar, Cahar, Assam

shishir bheja shiuli haate,
phire elo shorot.
snigdho khusir misti mayay,
bhoriye dilo jogot.
Akash pane cheye dekhi,
bhashche megher tori,
chutir dine shishur doler,
haate haate ghudi.
Agomonir sur baje,
Biswabhuban jude.
aschen ma Anondomoyee,
abar bochor ghure.

Friendship Never Melts:God Bless friendship and may God keep the entire world under the delicate cover of true love and friendship:
I have seen that news in Net and wanted so share with u all..

A nine-year-old Turkish girl student Merve Tekinay has donated her one full year’s pocket money of 150 Turkish liras in cash and her doll as contribution to the flood relief effort to pakistan.how strange na she have never been to that place but she still contributed.... just see what she had written in her letter:


Merve’s letter says, “Dear President Zardari I don’t know how much needs, equal to our help for your situation. I send you one-year pocket money and my doll. In the behalf of our friendship I also send a photo of me.”


The letter further says, “I am little, I saw Pakistan in the news and felt so sad. My daddy told me that you helped us in Independence War a lot. So now it is our turn to help you in this flood.”
“I wrote this letter because I want you to know that we are all informed about this,” the letter said.
The letter ends with,
“May God help you. Kisses.”

plans provide life.... love them......

Bhasa Andolan Shaheed Dibas of Barak Valley


Let us pay homage to the eleven SHAHEEDS of Barak Valley Bhasa Andolan.
On 19th May of 1961, thousands of Bengalees of Barak Valley were into a satyagraha
andolan for their Matribhasa in Shilchar Railway station, when Police started
firing and eleven lifes were lost.

LET US PAY HOMAGE TO THE GREAT SHAHEEDS
OF MATRI BHASA ANDOLAN

On 19th May, 1961, in Silchar, a small town of South Assam in North East India
witnessed another fight for the Bengali language and 11 people died in police firing
to protest against the forcible imposition of Assamese on the Bangla speaking people
there as a state policy. The provincial government of Assam had restricted the use
of Bengali in the education of the Bengali's of Assam, despite that Bengali was their
mother tongue. For this reason, on 19th May 1961 the Bengali people of the enitre valley plunged into satygraha revolution in Shilchar in order to protect their mother tongue. Again, that day the brutal police killed 11 spirited people by open
gunfire. The martyrs of 19th May gave their everything for the language and later
the Government had to back down. Due to constant pressure from the Bengali
students and youth, the Assamese provincial government was likewise compelled
to recognize Bengali as the second official language of the state.

The Names of the Martyr's are-
1.Saheed komola Bhattacherjee
2.Saheed Kanai Lal Niyogi
3.Saheed Birendra Sutradhar
4.Saheed Kumud Ranjan Das
5.Saheed Hitesh Biswas
6.Saheed Chandi charan Sutradhar
7.Saheed Tarani Debnath
8.Saheed Shachindra paul
9.Saheed Suneel Sarkar
10.Saheed Satyendra Deb
11.Saheed Sukomal Purkayastha

Komola Bhattacherjee who died on that day is being regarded as the first
woman martyr of the world for language.....

So.. Proud to be Bengali........... Amra bangali ...Bangla amader jononi.....

Bangla Amar Matri- Bhasa.... Amar Gorbo.............

view photos of Shaheed dibas in Silchar by clicking

http://picasaweb.google.co.in/purkayasthapinki/ShaheedDibasUnishAmarGorbo#5473242324307377938

kaun ho tum????

Kaun ho tum

Pinki Purkayastha


Chupke se kahta hein mera maan,

Bolo kaun ho tum??

Saanso me hein ehsaas tumhara,

Dhadkano me tumhari hi sargam,

Bolo na kaun ho tum???

Hawa ka ek johka ho,

Ya khusboo ki ek leher??

Shamil ho mujhme tum ,

Har ghadi har ek peher.

Har lamha apne hone ka ehsas dilate ho

Bolo na kyo rehti hoon tumhare khayalo me gum???

Ankhon se behta hua moti ho,

Ya sapno ki phuar??

Sardi ki dhup ho ,

Ya shawan ki bouchar??

Ya phir ho mera mitha sa pehla pyar

Bolo na ekbar kaun ho tum???

MEGHDOOT
pinki purkayastha
silchar, assam

Andhar diner megher bhela ,
chutlo suduor pane.
Hridoy take bhoriye dilo,
bhalobashar gaane.
Hajar khusi'r bhide kebol,
Mone ekti betha.
Jar chirorine bandha e hridoy,
pai ne tar e dekha.
Kalo meghe bhase aj,
Shyam er modhur chaya.
Tai dekhe bhore uthe ,
Radha 'r birohi hiya.
Goroj shune boli deke ,
"olo sundori megh soi,
Meghdut tui jogot jane,
amar chithi koi??"
"kemon ache ,
bol na go soi, amar porodeshi,
Onek din goto holo,
dekhini tar hasi...."
.....phire jaowar somoy oke ,
bhijiye dis tor dharay,
bolis deke" bhijiye dilam;
tumar priyar bhalobashay"

Proshno

pinki purkayastha

Dite paro amay,
sundor ek prithibi???
Jekhane nei Hinsa -dwesh,
Nei rokter holi.
Bolo, Dite ki paro amay,
Bhoy mukto ek prithibi.
Jar akashe nei bishader chaya,
Nei batashe bomar gondho......
Jekhane proti pode phute bhalobasha'r phool,
proti khone-khone jage jiboner chondo.
Bolo, dite ki paro amay??
Anondomoy ek bhubon,
Jekhane batasher kompone,
Nei mrityu'r hahakar.
Nei hayenar hasi ar,
Manobotar moron.
Bolo,dite ki paro amay,
ek sundor bhubon??
Jekhane sobai sobar tore,
Jekhane Bhalobasha e jibon.
Bolo, Dite Ki paro amay???
Sundor ek somaj ,
Jekhane surokkhito shishu'r shoishob,
Ar jekhane shanti kore Biraj,
Bolo,dite ki paro amay???????

(Ei proshno ta notun projonmer.....
amader kache er uttor ache ki??..........
Just think about it.................)

Sokhi bhalobasha kare koy.......

bhalobasha mane mayar chua,
bhalobasha megher bhela,
bhalobasha mane nibid rate,
Hazar swopner mela.

Bhalo basha mane buker betha
Radha'r ashrudhara,
Bhalobasha mane birohini Meera'r,
Biroho geetir ek-tara.

Bhalobasha mane duti,
abir ranga mon,
bhalobasha mane
kauke paowa nijer mone protikhhon..

Bhalobasha mane nijeke harano,
karur chokher majhe,
Bhalobhasha mane
nijeke sajano premer modhur saje.....

Bhalobasha'r mane jayna bujhano..
sudhu kothar chole..
Bhalobasha r mane bujhte hoy,
Nijeke hariye phele.

Jodi o sobai jane e kotha,
Bhalobasha sohoj noy.......
Tobu obujh mon kore jay proshno,
Sokhi Bhalobasha Kare koy........................

Hello, I am Pinki....with lots of dreams.... in this blog I will publish some of my dreams and achievements.......