এ সব স্বপ্ন মোদের - Ankur Chakraborty

এ-ও বা হয়তো এক ধরণের খেলা;

একটা বই, আটজোড়া চোখ তাতে

লেগে আছে, কাঁপছে চোখের পাতা,

উলটে যাচ্ছে আলতো-ছোঁয়ার হাতে।

এ-ও বা হয়তো এক ধরণের খেলা;

একটা বল, ছোট্ট খেলার মাঠ,

পায়ে পায়ে ঘোরে স্বপ্নের তারাবাজি –

খেলার শেষে হাত ধরে রাখে হাত।

পাশে পাশে থাকা, হাতে হাত দিয়ে চলা

শেখায়নি তো কেউ কোনোদিন ওদের

সবুজ মুখের স্বপ্নের ফেরিওয়ালা -

“আমার নয়, এ সব স্বপ্ন মোদের”।

চোখ দেখেনি স্বচ্ছলতার আলো,

জানেনা ওরা পরিবারের মানে,

গোটা চকোলেট একা খাওয়ার সুখ,

শুধু জন্মদিনের মোমবাতিরা জানে।

আমরা শুধু ঘুরে মরি আবর্তে;

“আমার-আমার, তোমার-তোমার” খেলা।

খুদে যীশুদের পথ চলা পাশাপাশি -

আর ইঁদুর-দৌড়েই শেষ আমাদের বেলা।

এ-ও আমাদের এক ধরণের খেলা;

দশটা-সাতটা বাঁধা ঘড়ির কাঁটায়,

তবু কেউ-কেউ ওদের পাশেও থাকে –

সুজন-সৃজন, “স্পর্শের” সাথে হাঁটায়।।

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Ankur Chakraborty

About the author: Ankur Chakraborty is a mechanical engineer and IIM graduate working in a leading automobile industry in Mumbai. He is the current chief editor of Kolaj, the yearly pujabarshiki. Apart from his work, he likes networking, socializing, quizzing and writing. Reading is his biggest passion. He is actively attached with Bengalis In Hyderabad from past 8 years and contributed to a greater extent for the present development of the community.

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আলোর ঠিকানা - Madhurima Niyogi

“My Name is ravi. I am in 1st standard. I want to be a police”

“My name is Nikita. I am in 2nd standard. I want to be a scientist”

“My name is Archana. I am in 6th standard I want to be a beautician”

“My name is srikant. I am in upper kg. I want to be a hero”

ছোট ছোট কচি কচি মুখগুলোর দিকে অপলকে তাকিয়ে ছিলাম আমরা, এভাবেই যখন ওরা একের পর এক উঠে দাঁড়িয়ে নিজেদের পরিচয় দিচ্ছিল, একরাশ স্বপ্ন ঝিকিয়ে উঠছিল চোখগুলোতে। এভাবেই শুরু হয়েছিল ৭ই এপ্রিল এর দুপুরটা, Cheers Foundation এর ছোট্ট ছোট্ট ফুলগুলোর সাথে। 

তারপর কি ভাবে যে দুপুর গড়িয়ে বিকেল হয়ে গেল সে গল্প থাক। কি করিনি আমরা সেদিন!! নাচ, গান, গল্পে, খেলাতে সারাটা দুপুর আমাদের মাতিয়ে রেখেছিল বাচ্চাগুলো। BiH (Bengalis in Hyderabad) এর ৭ম জন্মদিনও আমরা খুব সুন্দর ভাবে পালন করলাম ওদের সাথে – কেক কেটে, গান গেয়ে আর কেক মাখিয়ে। Main attraction ছিল সব থেকে ছোট্ট বাচ্চাটা – তার নাম ছিল "Cherry", খুব কড়া মেজাজ তার, কাউকেই সে পাত্তা দেয়না, একমাত্র কেক আর ম্যাঙ্গ juice ই তার মুখে শেষ মেশ হাসি ফোটাল। 

কেক কাটার পর প্রতিটা বাচ্চা তাদের কেকের অংশ আমাদের সবার সাথে শেয়ার করলো, কে শেখাল ওদের এমনভাবে ভাগাভাগি করে খেতে !! ভেবেও খুব অবাক লাগলো, আমরা হয়ত কেক খেতে গেলে কখনই ভাববনা শেয়ার করার কথা, বোধহয় জীবন খুব নিস্ঠুর ভাবে ওদের ছোট ছোট আনন্দগুলো কে ভাগাভাগি করে নিতে শিখিয়েছে। তারপর শুরু হল Statue Statue খেলা আর নাচ। প্রায়ে ঘণ্টা খানেক উদ্দাম নাচের পরে দেখলাম বাইরে বেলা পরে এসেছে। এবারে ফেরার পালা। আমরা Cheers Foundation এর কর্ণধার Mr Ashok Bathini এর হাতে তুলে দিলাম ওদের রোজকার প্রয়োজনীয় কিছু সামগ্রী, এর মধ্যে রয়েছেঃ

Rice, Dal, Oil, Sugar, Salt, Idli Rawa, Upma Rawa, Simai, Biscuit, Chocolates

ওদের একটা Freezer এর খুব প্রয়োজন, সেটা আমরা ১৪ই এপ্রিল এর দিন ওদের হাতে তুলে দেব। ওদের সবাইকে “টা টা” বলতে মন চাইছিল না, মনে হচ্ছিল আরও কিছু টা সময় ওদের সাথে কাটাতে পারলে খুব ভালো হত। Cheers Foundation পৌঁছাবার পথটা খুব এবড়ো খেবড়ো, জঙ্গলে ঢাকা, কোন আলো নেই, বোধহয় অনেকটা সেই পথের ধারে ফুটে থাকা ফুলের মতই ওদের জীবন। কামনা করি এই ভাঙা চোরা পথের শেষে ওরা সবাই আলোর ঠিকানা খুঁজে পাক।

যারা যারা এই ইভেন্ট এ আমাদের কে সাহায্য করেছেন তাদের সকলকে অসংখ্য ধন্যবাদ। আপনাদের সাহায্য ছাড়া ঐ একটি দিনও ওদের মুখের হাসিটা হয়ত আমরা দেখতে পেতাম না। এভাবেই আমাদের সঙ্গে থাকুন, ভালো থাকুন।

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I am well off: Who cares?

While it is not fair to be general, but time and again we are seeing some disturbing trends: human beings are apathetic towards the plight of fellow human beings. I am well off, why should I care? Part of this may be attributed to the lack of trust (somebody had helped someone and in return was cheated) while some other reason may be the increased focus on materialism.

I still remember an incident when I was in Class XII. There was an old man who came to me for selling agarbattis (incense sticks). He had too many mouths to feed and in order to help him I bought quite a lot. I went home, opened the box and to my dismay found only broom sticks. I was angry, upset and started cursing. But my good faith prevailed after sometime and then I just let it go.

This incident created disbelief and I just became apathetic to beggars on road, kids asking for food. Was I too cruel? I do not know but I was devastated. It took a while to get over all this and I started believing that may be the pain was because I was expecting some gratitude. Why? Yes, I am not god but why can’t we do something which makes us feel good and stop it there? Well, I had to wait for another incident to change this belief system.

This was during my B-school days when I had visited an old age home. My heart bled when I heard the plight of these senior citizens. They had given everything for their children and today they were in this state. But they were not upset about it. I guess no love can be greater than the parent’s love for their children.  Yes, they gave their today for their children’s tomorrow but their children were not gracious enough to give them a better quality of life. This regenerated hope in humanity.

We come across individuals who may cheat us. On the contrary there are individuals who will help you in ways you can never dream of. Yes we have earned our status, may be the hard way but does it give us the right to be inhuman. Can we not expend 1 day out of the 365 days for the greater good?  May be we may not gain anything materialistic but yes, believe me; you will get some peace of mind. If you can just shut your expectations and try to make a difference, you actually make a difference in your life.  I am not trying to preach but it is more of an experience. You have to go through it to feel the difference.

At Sporsho, we are committed to this experience! Come, Join Us!!!

                                                                                                                                                ~ Sandeep

Rape : Whose fault is it anyways?

When a girl is raped whose fault is this girl's or the person who has raped her?

About Victims

1. 44% of victims are under age 18 
2. 80% are under age 30 

Sexual Assault Numbers

1. Every 2 minutes, someone in the U.S. is sexually assaulted 
2. There is an average of 207,754 victims (age 12 or older) of sexual assault each year 

Sexual Assault in Numbers

Reporting to Police

1. 60% of sexual assaults are not reported to the police 
2. 15 of 16 rapists will never spend a day in jail 

About Rapists

1. Approximately 2/3 of assaults are committed by someone known to the victim 
2. 38% of rapists are a friend or acquaintance 

Who is responsible for this? Why women are this much insecure in this world?

When a girl/woman gets raped she became the black icon for whole world even in her own house.... Parents feel ashamed/scared because of the society,surroundings....... no one willing to marry her.... she is banned from every institution/every kind of activities as she becomes impure soul........ But the guy the responsible one moves on like a free bird.... He never ever feels guilty not by himself or by surroundings..... Why a criminal is free and not punished by surroundings only because he is a guy? Law/police everything is there but tell me how many such incidents come forward and deeply investigated with honest verdict..............................

SPORSHO-The Touch

Humankind is poised on the brink of an evolutionary leap. In the last few decades, we have become increasingly aware of the source of our inner peace and enrichment. Depending on our personal background, we express this great discovery differently. Ultimately, our inner harmony and abundance depend on how we react to our outer world.


The creation of peace and plenty in our outer world, however, seems hopelessly beyond our control. In the past century, we've supported widespread social reform. Nevertheless, people are still starving in a world capable of feeding all. In our own country, homelessness and poverty are on the rise. Violence is no longer limited to overseas wars: our streets, even our schools, are no longer safe. The environment that nurtures us is ravaged and raped.


When we acknowledge how our reactions contribute to our inner state, we gain control. Our helplessness dissolves when we stop blaming others for feelings we create. Today, as a society, as a nation, as a collective consciousness, "we" once again feel helpless, blaming selfish others for the world's woes. Our nation's laws, reflecting a composite of our individual beliefs, attempt to control selfish others at gunpoint, if necessary. But just do soul-searching and ask yourself whether it’s enough to ensure a better future for our children. Striving for a better world by focusing on others instead of ourselves totally misses the mark.


We reap as we sow. War and poverty are caused, not by "selfish others," but by our own reactions to them. If we wish to change the world, we must first change ourselves. We have to understand that the World is enriching enough to feed all of us. Wealth is created when we use existing resources in new ways. Since creativity is virtually limitless, wealth is too. It will seem funny, but according to me, we are more likely to protect the environment when we own a piece of it and profit by nurturing it. That’s the only way of preserving our environment given our present state of mind. It’s high time we understood that restoring what we have harmed is the best deterrent of all! It’s high time we redeemed ourselves for all the sins we have committed.


In trying to control others, we find ourselves controlled. In fighting for our dream without awareness, we become the instruments of its destruction. Once we have the courage to accept responsibility for our part of the problem, we automatically become part of the solution, independent of what others do. Nothing could be further from the truth! Widespread peace and plenty can be created within our lifetime. When we understand how to stop fueling the flames of war and poverty, we can manifest our dream. If each of us works on the piece of the puzzle that appeals to us the most, the final picture will reflect the composite of our dreams.


Our choices make our world.....Let’s heal the world, one at a time.....Lets TOUCH each other with solidarity and compassion......Let’s make this World a better place to live in......Join the TOUCH Revolution.....Be the Change......


----- Sandip

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SPORSHO - LETS REACH OUT AND TOUCH HEARTS

Kuasha ekhono nameni chokher kole,
          Adhboja chokh swopnete mriyoman,
Tobrano gale oshru-r rekha-chobi,
           Jirno o buke tobuo dekeche ban.
Nil-nod noy, noditar-i rong nil,
           Tari kono bake, sobujer khelaghore,
Oshwomedher ghorata chutche ajo,
           Somajer deoa pakhnay vor kore.
Oi ghoratar-i rash-ta tante hobe,
           Shirno e hat, osthi-chormo-sar,
Parbe ki kore ghoratar sathe tumi?
           Hater rekhay lekha ache sudhu har.

Gayer jorer din hoye geche sesh,
           Shoktite tumi or sathe parbe na,
Ghoratar kache giye ekbar bolo,
           Nijei vabuk, thambe ki thambe na.
Ektu sporsho, ektu agun choa,
           Bodlate pare akhono somoy-take.
Chokher joler porosh ekuku pele,
           Porosh-pathor-o sona hoye jay tate.
Tarpor oi ghora-kei bosh kore,
           Dio pari tumi sorger sondhane,
Debotar sathe lorai ajke tomar,
           Ajke lorai bodoler awhane.

                                         ------- Rajarshi Ghosh
                                         23rd April, 2010