Chhutobelar golpo

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Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 10/25/04 at 03:45:59 »

Childhood is the greenest part of our lives. Each one of us has our own tales. I am creating this thread with the hope that we shall share our childhood days with others.

I am beginning with my story. It may not make a good read, because I am not a good writer. It may not be interesting to others too. Considering that these are my sweet memories, I request everybody to be with it.

I was a shy and feeble child and used to cry at slightest provocation. After getting admitted in the primary school (Class I, no concept of LG KG then), I found it difficult to adjust to the new environment. I used to go to school with my didi who was at 3rd standard then. Mothers and ayaas escorting kids to the school was an alien concept then. After leaving me at my class she had to go for her class. Finding myself alone among the unknown faces I felt at a loss and frequently resorted to crying. So didi used to come in between her classes to give me company. She herself was so young, but her love for me made her to take up the position of an adult guardian.
However it did not take long for me to find a friend in my class. She was a nice young lady living in the same village, but her house was a bit far from ours. Soon we turned to be soul mates and a saga of friendship and love started. I started longing for going to the school and Sundays became frustrating. After coming to house from school, I used to bother each and every one of my family members by narrating all the noble and magical characteristics of my friend. Tears rolled down during weekends and quite innocently I pleaded my father that I wanted to see my friend. For the whole four years that I was in the primary school, I never cared to make any other friend. However, she had her group of friends and so I also became their friend. The result was that all my friends were girls and I ended up sitting in the rows meant for the girls. I never noticed this until a boy teased me one day. I was quite confused and examined the sitting arrangements and found that the boy was right. I wondered what could be reason behind this separation. Anyway, I did not put my head much in that matter and thought that it was the foolishness of the grown ups who made the system. From my very childhood I seriously doubted the intellect of the adults who always did the things unexplainable. My friend and I were opposite in degree of intelligence. I was a damn fool (so am still) while she was more intelligent then the kids of our age. Gauging her intelligence and leadership she was made the minister of hygiene of our class by the teachers. Her duty was to monitor the cleanliness of the class as well as pupils. She performed her duty with full enthusiasm. Every morning she used to check the nails and hairs of the pupils and at the slightest sight of growth, which she thought more than the minimum level of decency, reported to the teachers. I need not mention the action taken by the teachers. She used to check my nails also along with others and finding that I was not maintaining it, she started keeping a shaving blade with her. So, whenever there was outgrowth, she used to cut my nails with the blade. The fool I was, I never understood that she was doing me some favor. Then one day, may be for teaching me a lesson, she reported my long nails to the teacher who promptly responded with the reward. I vowed never to talk with her again, though the vow didn’t last for more than one hour. The four years in the primary school, I spent at her company.
The sky broke over me after coming to the high school, where I was put in a different section. Not only that I lost her, all the pupils (except me and another friend of mine) who hailed from our primary school were placed in other sections. So, again I found myself among unknown faces. However I took solace from the lone friend who was in our section. She was made assistant captain of the class. Captain post was given to a boy by seeing his height and size. He soon proved to be worthless and that was the first proof I got that the leadership had little to do with size. My friend soon showed her worth and usurped her boss by taking the charge at her own hand. She was delighted to perform her duty and ruled the class with an iron fist like an able dictator. Teachers used to be absent in the class quite often, although they were physically gracing the school, as is the case in any govt.-aided school. Even in the absence of teachers, our class was an example of discipline, thanks to the iron lady. The law baiters (including the captain) were mercilessly blacklisted and reported for trial. Along with the original criminals some innocents were also sent to the gallows, as is the case in any dictatorship. The pride of manhood was hurt severely. Atmosphere was charged; rebellion was developing and there was the talk of democracy. Finally nothing materialized and the dictator ruled for one full year. It did not escape for long the notice of ever-suspicious boys that this feeble guy was somehow always escaping and was never blacklisted. They complained to me against me and demanded the explanation. Naturally I turned deaf ear to the complaint. They were not aware that the dictator was my old friend. Meanwhile my friend circle increased in numbers (as usual girls, few boys too). Boys were looking for chance to teach me a lesson and whenever they found me alone they made good use of it. My only defense was to cry. The girls used to come to my rescue and they didn’t leave me alone. They also advised me to avoid the rogue elements. Although I was their classmate and of the same age, they treated me as their younger brother. I also looked upon them as my didis.
As a young boy, I was perplexed by many things and one of the things was attending the call of nature. I could not make out why on earth the place should be different for boys and girls. I thought over it and concluded that it was another proof that the architects of the system (i.e. grown ups) were fool. Since my friend never barred me from going anywhere with her, I thought it was my basic right to relieve myself wherever I like. So, during peak hours, i.e. during Tiffin time, I ventured indiscriminately wherever the space was vacant. However, by noticing the bewildering gaze at their eyes each time I visited the wrong place, I understood that I was doing something grossly illegal. So I decided to fall in the line.
Before the final exam of 6th standard, a new principal came to our school. He was a bit conservative. The first thing he did was to make separate sections for boys and girls. He was not satisfied by just separating the sections, he overhauled all the classes and put boys and girls at different wings of the school. It had little implication for me because by this time I made good friendship with some boys. However other boys, who were rich in knowledge, resented his act. When in the higher classes, I too along with other boys cursed that uncivilized principal for this act of sabotage and betrayal. Now coming back to the 6th,7th standard. My knowledge pool was soon increasing courtesy my new wise friends. They successfully implanted in my mind that it was the greatest sin to talk to the girls. Ever-good learner I was, I took the lesson seriously. I followed the teachings of my gurus obediently. So, that was the end of the story. Afterwards I hardly talked with my old friends. The fool I was (and am still), I never noticed that my gurus themselves were dying for getting a chance to talk with them. A sense of unknown fear engulfed me whenever I had to talk with girls, including my old friends. Even during college life I used to tremble while talking with them. The fear psychosis haunted me right up to my university days. The irony of the thing is that the boy whose only friends were girls during his early childhood turned out to be girl-phobic. I hope I have got over it now.
Let me finish by telling something about the first friend of my life. I met her few years back during Puja. I realized that all those years of detachment were unable to erase the feelings. We talked for long, remembered our early days. She told how she used to cry on Sundays, and bothered her mother by telling that she wanted to see me. Then only I came to know that she felt the same for me as I felt for her.
I treasure her memory. I know it was pure love. And I don’t confuse the feelings between two innocent hearts with the so called love (?) that we feel for the other gender at our youth. Friends will come, friends will go, no one can take the place of the first friend of life.

(I have added little colour for the sake of art, otherwise the basic portrait is real and original. I have taken care not to distort the facts.)

ravi
ravi

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 05/15/05 at 01:00:13 »

Started this thread long back. Now seeing another thread on the same theme I am bringing it in the first page

brown_eyes
brown_eyes

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 05/15/05 at 06:13:21 »

[quote author=ravi link=board=0011&num=1098648959&start=0#1 date=05/15/05 at 01:00:13]
Started this thread long back. Now seeing another thread on the same theme I am bringing it in the first page
[/quote]

Neither me nor any of the silchar.com members was aware of the presence of any such thread in the main room,I suppose.(because many expressed their happiness for starting a thread on this theme).I should have checked before creating the thread :-X.
What is the way out?

didibhai
Kavita_Gupta

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 08/03/05 at 09:22:44 »

Very little reply on this. Come on everyone surely you have some weird and wonderful stories of your childhood. Thanks to a friend, who had made think about all these wonderful yesteryear.

I'll start with few.

I come from a very orthodox Hindu family. When I left India, I was just 7 years old. My Thakorma (Thama, as I called her), said to me, when you go to the UK make sure you watch what you eat, and don't eat meat, especially, chicken.
This stuck in my mind. When we got on the plain, we were given food. I didn't touch any of it. My mum, doesn't eat anything outside anyway, she stuck to her banana, oranges, and cheera from Calcutta. Two days of journey really got to us. When we arrived in Britain, I remember it was all white everywhere. As I had never seen snow, I couldn't work out what it was. Overwhlemed by it all, I thought that, this is why people in this country are white. Anyway, arriving at our cousins home, my sister-in-law very lovingly fed us. When my cousin arrived from work, he asked her what we ate, she replied chicken. I remember, how sick I was, I vomitted all night and the next day. I didn't touch any of her food for weeks. Mum had to cook just 'niramish' for us.

Going to school for the first time in Britain was a daunting experience. It was quite an insult to insinuate that people from India are stupid just because they can't speak English.
I was in maths class. There I was given adding and subtraction to do. But, I was conversant upto 20 times table, and had completed upto mixed fraction, even at the age of seven, thanks to my brother (Jetato bhai, my father had adopted, as I don't have any brother). When the teacher realised that I could do all this, she was so surprised, and asked something. To this date, I don't know what it was, because I couldn't understand her. However, she put me forward for a test and to the grammer school. I was the only black face at the school for six months. It was quite frightening because my English was not that brushed then. I still remember my first friend Karen, we used to use alot of sign language to communicate, we had so much fun. It wasn't the same when we started talking to each other. I have no idea where she is now, haven't seen her for over 20 years. But, have an inclination she is in Australia, where her father comes from. Otherwise, she would have been in touch. Others joined later, altogether 7 including 2 negroes, out of a total of 860 students.

We had a reunion of our school gang last September. Some of us met after 25/26years. It was fantastic. One male friend used to be very nasty to us, he used take our books and copy all our homework. I told him 'you're the nasty one', he gave us a hug and said, 'I am repented, and reformed'. Another friend we used to call him 'Dracula' because he had couple of his canine sticking out. We always took the micky out him. Even at the reunion, I told him, with a very droopy emotional voice that I was divorced with two kids, and my husband was very nasty, so beat him up and spent several months in the lock up, for grievous bodily harm (GBH). I told others not to let go, and kept it going for hours. He kept coming up to me asking me how spent my time in the lock up, and whether all these horror stories we hear are true. I told him 'oh definitely, even worse'.
I tried to take him out his misery when I left, but he was so drunk, I thought well, he won't remember anyway. He phoned me up last night, and said that he got my number from my friend, and was concerned about what I had been through. I took him out of his misery, and told him to spend the rest of his life happily ever after with wife and kid, ;D and never come to any future reunion. :( ;D as he was too gullable still.

I suppose this is why I decided to bring this up again. After he phoned, alot of these childhood cranks came back. Looking back, they were the fun days, to be remembered forever.

Don't forget yours!!!!

Shankar_Chakravarti
Shankar_Chakravart

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 08/03/05 at 20:12:04 »

Dear Didibhai
Very nice post. Thank you for sharing your experience with us. Regarding your Bengali language, [b]we love it[/b] , it is a beautiful mixture of kelu and Sylhetti. So sweet it is to read !! ;D ;D

Now Didibhai, that you have opened up your heart, I am curious to know something more about your thinking, please answer me, only if you feel like. In case, these are very personal questions please don’t response, I will withdraw this post after 72 hours, if you don’t reply .

You talked about incarnation in some earlier post in connection with taking birth when it is a [color=red]clean India[/color] after a indefinite period. I wish you a long and happy life with good health and playing with great grand children ;D! But hypothetically speaking, after death, at the time of reincarnation, if you are given a choice, what will you opt for in your next birth ?

1. [b]Mother tongue[/b] ; I am assuming that you will like to be born of a Sylhetti parents or at least Sylhetti mother, so that your “ ‘Mother tongue’ is Sylhetti” .

2. [b]Religion[/b] ; my assumption is HINDU. ( No matter what lecture you give in the post !! You can say “ Sabaar Opore Masush Satto Taahaar Opore Nai “ but at the time of school admission you have to write Hi…Mu.. Ch.. Sh.. etc. in “RELIGION” column ) { Please don’t get angry with me Didi . I am your younger brother , not in age, but in wisdom !!}

3. [b] Gender [/b] ; My guess is ‘female’, because you want to be a DIDI in your childhood, and want to be a mother of lots of children, in your adulthood.

4. [b]Place of Birth[/b] ; Now I am at a loss ! Is it Hailakandi, Dullavcherra, Silchar, ( “Chhee, these places are so gondha, nongra, pekk, thutu, hagu, aamar chele to bhabtei parto nai ikhano manush thake “ ::) ::)), any place in Assam, India ( Hyderabad kintu chuto muto, sundar city, aaitai ni ? ??? ???), Bangladesh, London, USA. I can’t even guess where will you choose . :-/ :-/
5. [b]Any other wish or condition(s) ? [/b]

Once again, if I have crossed my limit, please remind me that, and please don’t answer these questions. :-X

Trinoyon
Trinoyon

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 08/03/05 at 20:45:56 »

Didi,
Sorry, ami jodio ikhano nuton, tobu ami onek din dhoria ei roomo aia pray sob posting podi.. kichuta Asitidar lekhar songe amare relate korte pari ..aar kichchu oynnor lekha podiao khub bhala lage....tumra sob khub gyani-guni...onek kichu jana ba shikhao jay.....tobe basically ekjon 'die hard' sylheti dekhiao budhoy, bare bare eikhano aia ekta chokkor maria jai.

Tumar postin e amar ekta jinish ektu khotka thakay..kothata tumare mon khuliai jigairam.....tumi ikhano tumar bhaire ullekh korcho....je tumar jethatto adoptiv bhai, tik bujlamna,tumi kita tare kunudin bhai koria loita parsona, na only for info. ita irokom koria lekhcho?

Tumi kichchui koiona jodi na chao...amio Shankardar moton ita next 72 hours er modhey withdraw kormu...sorry kichu mone koriona.....podte podte ektu kemon chondo ta harailaichilam er lagia lekhlam. :-/

Tumrar ekhano aia besh bala lage..
Abar aimu ..aar lekhmuo..okhon jai

Bijili
Bijili

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 08/03/05 at 23:24:58 »

choto belar golpo shonar din guli
aaj koto je dure...
aaj aashe na rajar kumar pankhi-raje chore.

(gaan ta thik mene naai, keu jaanle pls lekhio. khub bhala lage)

iti bijli :)

didibhai
Kavita_Gupta

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 08/04/05 at 08:23:29 »

Shankarda,

Thank you very much for your post. Infact, I was waiting for your post. I don’t get offended very quickly with anyone, the only person that annoys me is ‘Salman Khan’. And I am glad he is not here. Well, I won’t keep rattling on, here are your answers:

1. Mother tongue, :Pdefinitely Sylheti, of Sylheti parents.

2. Religion ‘Hindu’, but not affiliated to RSS or VHP. ::)

3. Gender - feminine ‘Shakti’ a must 8). Being ‘Shakti’ I don’t need to be Didi , and motherhood of ( -1) from this birth. :)

4. I would like to take birth on the newest planet of the time, at present being the 10th planet ::). Move Sylhet their. That would solve the problem of ‘statenloss’. :'(

5. Sooooooooo many wishes, where do I start :-/. Oh No! I won’t wish anything my husband will get 10X more. ;D

Shankarda……….. helllllllllp!!!!!! I’ve just crossed the ‘Laxman Rekha’ and I am being flown away, hey its New York down there, I won’t throw my bangles, I don’t want hubby following meeeeeeeeeeeeee here. :D :D

Trinoyon

“je tumar jethatto adoptiv bhai, tik bujlamna,tumi kita tare kunudin bhai koria loita parsona, na only for info. ita irokom koria lekhcho?”

The reason I put “jethatto bhai” (chorda, as we call him) is for info only. On the contrary, here many people are surprised when they hear that he is our “jethatto bhai”, because of our closeness and my ‘boudi’ is so funny you have to meet her to believe me. Most families, here, are not joint and have a lot of problems within. Even though we live in different dwellings we are very close joint family of 28 members. I father adopted him at the age of 6 when his mother, my ‘boro ma’ died. He is ten years older than me, so I wasn’t even born then.

By the way, I am throwing a garden party, free entry!

Terms and conditions:

Visas, tickets and boarding must arranged by the applicant.

;D ;D ;D ;D

synclaire_beauty
synclaire_beauty

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 08/04/05 at 09:00:31 »

[quote author=brown_eyes link=board=0011&num=1098648959&start=0#2 date=05/15/05 at 06:13:21]

Neither me nor any of the silchar.com members was aware of the presence of any such thread in the main room,I suppose.(because many expressed their happiness for starting a thread on this theme).I should have checked before creating the thread :-X.
What is the way out?
[/quote]

Never mind Brown eyes, aksar bade bade sites mein aisi chhoti chhoti baatein huwa karti hain ;D
let ravi have his scoop for some day and then you turn up your thread again.......

brown_eyes
brown_eyes

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 08/04/05 at 23:47:51 »

[quote author=synclaire_beauty link=board=0011&num=1098648959&start=0#8 date=08/04/05 at 09:00:31]

Never mind Brown eyes, aksar bade bade sites mein aisi chhoti chhoti baatein huwa karti hain ;D
let ravi have his scoop for some day and then you turn up your thread again.......

[/quote]
Thanks Synclaire!
I talked to Ravi regarding that as soon as the issue came up.Just to be sure of the fact that Ravi didn't mind,I asked Ravi to write in my thread and he did so.It was really very sweet of him :D.
AKSAR CHHOTE CHHOTE SHEHRON MEIN REHNEWALE LOGONKE DIL ITNE BADE HOTE HAIN KE,WOH CHHOTE CHHOTE GALTIYON KO MAAF KOR DETE HAIN :D.
U.K,U.S mein rehnewale logon ki tarah unka dil tang nahi hota.And I mean that .
By the way,where were you for these many days?
Missed you a lot :D!

synclaire_beauty
synclaire_beauty

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 08/05/05 at 02:30:19 »

[quote author=brown_eyes link=board=0011&num=1098648959&start=0#9 date=08/04/05 at 23:47:51]

U.K,U.S mein rehnewale logon ki tarah unka dil tang nahi hota.And I mean that .
[/quote]

Uncle Bush aur Uncle Blair ke bacchho ko gali mat do, its all because of their philanthropy that we get to see outsourcing going on ;D ;D ;D

and its we indians who pick up the phone and and sort out your confusion with utility bills, provide customer service when your satellite TV services are disrupted and even give you promotional calls for your retail store or your high speed internet connection ;D ;D

A feel of home away from home 8)

Are you still there with me?? :D

I observe my safety rules quite closely
My helmet's on for that reason ;)

brown_eyes
brown_eyes

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 08/05/05 at 12:01:09 »

[quote author=synclaire_beauty link=board=0011&num=1098648959&start=0#10 date=08/05/05 at 02:30:19]

Uncle Bush aur Uncle Blair ke bacchho ko gali mat do, its all because of their philanthropy that we get to see outsourcing going on ;D ;D ;D

and its we indians who pick up the phone and and sort out your confusion with utility bills, provide customer service when your satellite TV services are disrupted and even give you promotional calls for your retail store or your high speed internet connection ;D ;D

A feel of home away from home 8)

Are you still there with me?? :D

I observe my safety rules quite closely
My helmet's on for that reason ;)

[/quote]

You got me wrong dear!
I understood your first paragraph but didn't understand what second one meant ::).
What you wrote in the second paragraph is an aspect of globalisation and liberalisation.
As labour in India is cheap,the works are outsourced.Mostly Indians cater to the needs of the people out here.No wonder whatsoever.I didn't have any doubt either 8).
I don't know what made you think I criticised the Indians ::) ???.
I was praising Ravi because of his good nature and since you wrote "Aksar bade bade websites.........................",I came up with the aphoristic philosophy of mine and I consider myself as one of those 'chote shehron mein rehnewali'.
Let me know where I went wrong because I would love to know that :-/.

aami-S
aami-S

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 08/05/05 at 21:39:05 »

ARRE..
KYA HO RAHA HAIN BHAI
KYA HO RAHA HAIN?
ekhano dekhi CHOTOBELAR GOLPO boro-belar INDIRECT TORKO-TIRTHO te porinito oi jaar....(not willing to hurt the involved BACCHA N BACHHIs OR BUDDA N BUDDIS ;D.....)

jaai ouk...WE are missing out a topic..GOLPO...the small small stories that we used to listen to from our elderly family members...i don find them in any book now a days..also some of them were never present in black n white.I would request all to share few 'golpos' like( any http link/ur description as u listened)

1. Lal-pori n Neel-pori
2. Rajputra and Kala-Lal-nilghora
3.Lal guta..
4.andd many more...
Amar money ase ekta golpo ola asil jetat
"Chagol poth haraiya bhul koriya Baag'er guhaat duki jaay.. taar pore baag jokon raatre ghoro firiya aay.. tokon deke guhar baaire Chagoler leda.. bori bori... kintu baagh jante paare na..eeta ki ..he bhabe taar guhat ke dukhlo...he jigaay," ke he tumi amaro grihey?"

baag jaate chinte na parey, buddhi koriya Chagol prothomey hachhi dey,gola muta koriya koi,

"HAAAANCHHU..MEHEE..CHHHU,,,
BHAGERO MAMA AMI NOROHORI DAS,
AATHARO ATHARO BAAG AMAR EKKOI GORAASS"

ei suniya ..baag dorai jaai..he jay giya....pore aibo bhabiya...aar chagol ghumai poria ar sokaale uthia taratari poth tukaiya ghoro jaI"
TAKE CARE .... ;) :D ;D

N.B.
"...Roye jab dil anjani raho mein,
chupke se, een badalti badiyo mein;

Soolaye na koi lori sunake,
khilaye na koi godee ki jholi mein;

baney anjan hum...
Kab chhayee Vuli khusee mein nammi,

Muskil hogi aur, ye tanhai....
uth rahi hain kiyoo unn yaado ki doli??. ...... ""

YES...we are forgetting a lot day by day..with limted use of our limited brain cells...so just refresh it... ;) :D ;D

Hakuna Matata
TIMON

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 08/06/05 at 23:29:23 »

Humko ek gana yaad hai jisko Dooddarshan ne dimag main aisa ghusaya ke hum apne India ki har bhasha bol lete hai 8)

Sur ki nadiya har disha se behke sagar mein mile
Badoloka rup leke barse halke halke
Mile sur mera tumhara do sur bane hamara

Disainda nam irubarim sura mum namadagum
disei dera daul arise arghar mugilai
malaya poibag po disei
nam disei

dik traga dikre dhin
dik traga dikre dhin
tagadani taga janu
tagadani taga janu
Din tireke din
Din tireke din (Bharat natyam ;D)

Namma danige ninga daniya
siri dante namm daniya
nasurangu ni surangu sangamamai
Malasuranga atarinchi(the guy sings siting on an elephant)

Ninge siramum, ningalure suramum
puttuchenu nam mure surama!

Tomar sur moder shur
Sristi karuk oikotar(patal rain, kolkata)
Sristi hol oikotar!(Assamse woman)

Mole sur jo taro maro
bane sur woh apne niraro

Manjha , suljha dulga tara
Maqdhur suranjha barasti dhara.

Hema malini devi abhi Lata did ke awz mein

Sur ki nadiya har disha se behke sagar mein mile
Badoloka rup leke barse halke halke
Mile sur mera tumhara do sur bane hamara

Manjho surkaho desa pyara mile kade
geet sanjho madhur saranjho bane kade (That bawler who took 6/5 wickets and broke a record...forgot the name)

Sur ka dariya behke sagar mein mile
Badlon ka rup leke
Barasan haule Haule...(Tamas group leaded by Om Puri)

Cannot remember any more...

and then
Jaiya he jaiye he
Jaiya Jaiya Jaiya Jaiya he!!!!
Last message
MERA BHARAT MAHAN !!

I think I can not forget it. :D
Are aaj hi yeh gaana gaa gaa ke apne saathwale bande kan baja diya ;D..socho bechare ki keya halat ho rahi hogi! ::) ;D

TaarCheera
TaarCheera

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 09/01/05 at 13:42:21 »

Class III :

I had to prepare myself for exam and this is the first time I need to write an essay.

To amare sikhani hoilo 'The Cow'.

Goru grihopalit jontu. Charta pau ekta lej aar duto shing thake. ujon sadharonoto 40 kilo theke 150 kg porjonto hoy. Goru dudh dei. Dudh manob sishur jonto upokari. Halchaser jonyo goru kaaje aase.Gorur gubor khub valso saar (cow dung). Goru trinobhoji prani....

ekhon sikhani hoilo amare jey Gorur jaigat jey Mahis aai taile Gorure replace kori deo Mahis diya. mathat ita loia gelam porikkha dewat.

question paper khulia dekhi essay aaiche " Biral"
formula to jana, khali Goru rey replace kortam Biral diya.

Biral:

Biral grihopalit jontu. Charta pau ekta lej aar duto shing ??? thake. ujon sadharonoto 40 kilo theke 150 kg porjonto hoy. Biral dudh dei. Dudh manob sishur jonto upokari. Halchaser jonyo Biral kaaje aase.Biraler gubor khub valso saar (cow dung). Biral trinobhoji prani....

haato jela tikar dag thake ekhono pitho daag aache.

next time preparation loilam abar. eibaar dui category er essay sikhia gelam. Veg , heavy weight aar non veg light weight prani. jemon first category tey Goru, Mahis aar second category tey Kukur, Biral . first category sikha aachil , second category ta sikhlam.

Kukur/Biral:

Kukur/Biral mangashi prani. Kukur/Biral manus ke kamor dile chouddo ta injection nite hoi.Kukur/Biral dim dei na , baccha prosob kore....

confidently exam dite gelam jey eibaar aar boka bontam nai.question paper khullam essay aaiche " Murgi"
Chinta korar kichu nai, mathat buddi aailo, mix veg, cocktail...milai dilam Goru aar Biral rey.

Murgi:

Murgi mangashi prani.. Charta pau ekta lej aar duto shing thake. Murgir ujon sadharonoto 40 kilo theke 150 kg porjonto hoy. Murgi manus ke kamor dile chouddo ta injection nite hoi.Murgi dudh dei. Murgi manob sishur jonto upokari. Halchaser jonyo Murgi kaaje aase.Murgir gubor khub valso saar (cow dung). Murgi dim dei na , baccha prosob kore....

Nuton school e bhorti hoilam, hino ar rakhche na amar moto talented student rey.

:)TC

Karim Khan
Khaki_29uk

Re: Chhutobelar golpo
«on: 09/02/05 at 03:18:02 »

Right, awesome thread! I guess I'll add me two pence...

My earliest memory has to have been my abba bringing home a pair of cats that scared the b'Jesus outta us! So he threw them in the bin... I know! Ewww

Hmmm I think I used to be a lil rebel when I was younger. I remember throwing stones at the other kids' parents... used to be really fat too! Maaaa just bought me up on ghee. Hahah she even poared ghee into our milk. Went back to Sylhet on holiday once, but was given the 'evil eye' - as my mum likes to describes it - or as most other people do puberty, and lost all the puppy fat ^_____^

I was the shy type (and still am), but was lucky enough to be mates with almost everyone. I'd probably have been described as the serious one... I have a big mouth and cant keep anything to myself. And don't take criticism kindly =) I liked art!

Our head used to be one of the old guard. Born in India during the British Raj. Man, he was the best! And trust he can take chilli! We used to feed him 'specially' made somosai, but they'd have no effect on him. Ah those were the days.

Juniors and Secondary were probably the best times in my life. The care-free life is for me. Hated college, but uni was an eye opener. wow~

I still keep in touch with a mate who went play school with me! Amazing. I think that makes it like 18-odd years! Other than that, my memory is really bad. And I can;t think of anything else to say...

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