Bangladesh Liberation War : A History in Short

We have read books about the Liberation war of Bangladesh, we watched films that depicted the sacrifices of our freedom fighters, yet politicians have tried to use this glorious history for their own interest. Muhammad Zafar Iqbal, a renowned and popular author of modern Bangla literature has tried to give a short narrative of this history from a neutral point of view on his book "Muktijuddher Itihash ( History of Liberation War)" . The great thing is we can download this book for free and read the whole book in just one sitting. This book is available both in Bangla and English in pdf format.

Some more web sites for dependable information about Bangladesh liberation war :

Muktodhara

Genocide Bangladesh

All Quiet in the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque

It's one of my most favorite books [pdf] .
I have shared a copy so that anyone can download this classic .

Higher Studies-1

yes, the breathtaking, suffocating wait is over now, I have at last got my admission offer.. and not from only one university, what a relief.. after all the sleepless nights, efforts and praying, Allah bestowed His blessings upon me, and it was more than I deserved !
It was hard to make the decision, which university should I select to apply to, and what was my chances ? Am I really capable of ? Am I being too optimistic ? Am I being too negative about myself by not applying to the big names ? I still cannot figure out what was the algorithm to choose those 10 among the list of 00 universities of USA and Canada..
And now I have to choose which university's offer to accept ! Ya, it feels good to have options though there's always the risk of making the wrong decision, but that's life, and we always need to choose.
I finally decided to go for University of Maryland , college park, one of the big names that come when we talk about higher studies in Computer Science, so I was more than happy to get their acceptance.
Then comes the time for preparation !

are we really in a free country ?!

If people of armed force are killed so brutally, then what is the security of mass people, people like us who are living on the edge ? it's hard to believe, almost impossible ! can't sleep with all these questions and all the fury ..

just heard something , a sound from outside, is it another gunshot ? I know it's not.. but the experience of the last few days is keeping me awake.. what about the children who had to undergo the scariest nights of their lives ? Can't we do nothing more than just praying ?

we are observing 3 days days of mourning, is it enough just to mourn for the dead ? I am lucky that I am alive, that my family is safe now, but how long ? the passerby, the rickshaw puller, the vendors who died by gunshot...I could be one of them. Will there families be compensated ?

If such massacar can happen towards army personnel, then it can happen to any of us at anytime.
Don't know how the history will interpret this but we have the right to know the actual story as all of our lives are at a stake now.

some poems by Jibonanada Das

Bonolota Sen

For thousands of years I roamed the paths of this earth,
From waters round Ceylon in dead of night
to Malayan seas.
Much have I wandered. I was there
in the gray world of Asoka
And Bimbisara, pressed on through darkness
to the city of Vidarbha.
I am a weary heart surrounded by life's frothy ocean.
To me she gave a moment's peace -
Banalata Sen from Natore.

Aabar Bochhor kuri pore

Amidst a vast meadow the last time when I met her
I said: 'Come again a time like this
if one day you so wish
twenty five years later.'
This been said, I came back home.
After that, many a time, the moon and the stars,
from field to field have died, the owls and the rats
searching grains in paddy fields on a moonlit night
fluttered and crept! - shut eyed
many times left and right have slept
several souls! - awake kept I
all alone - the stars on the sky travel fast
faster still, time speeds by.
Yet it seems Twenty-five years will forever last.
(After Twenty-five Years translated by Luna Rushdi)

Aat bochhor ager ek din

Nevertheless, the owl stays wide awake ;
The rotten still frog begs two more moments
in the hope of another dawn in conceivable warmth.
We feel in the deep tracelessness of flocking darkness
the unforgiving enmity of the mosquito-net all around ;
The mosquito loves the stream of life
awake in its monastery of darkness.

-One day eight years ago, translated by Faizul Latif Chowdhury]

trying to incorpoate my scattered fragments of thoughts..

The sun of the first day
Put the question
To the new manifestation of life-
Who are you?
There was no answer.
Years passed by.

The last sun of the last day
Uttered the question
on the shore of the western sea
In the hush of evening-
Who are you?
No answer came again."

--Rabindranath Tagore