Updated: Sep 21
A College Magazine
Introduction : A college magazine is a publication/ journal of a college. It is published annually or periodically. A college magazine is written, edited and published by the students and for the students of the college. Every small or big college publishes/brings out a magazine once or twice a year. Its aim is to encourage the literary and cultural activities students of a college which will help them to broaden their king our of knowledge.
How published: A magazine committee is formed to publish a magazine in a general meeting of the students and the teachers of a college. Generally, the principal is the president of this committee. A senior teacher becomes the editor and some students from the senior classes work as assistant editors, business editors and proof readers on the magazine committee. The editors invite writings from the students.- The writings are collected, selected and edited. The best ones are sent to the press for printing. The Magazine Fund of the college bears the expenses of its publication. One copy of the magazine is given free to. each student. It is not sold to the public.
Articles : Both teachers and students write in the college magazine. A college magazine has both Bengali and English sections. Generally it contains poems. short essays, short stories, jokes, riddles , one act play, etc. It also publishes the successful reports of the college in sports and games, the results of the examination and the Other extracurricular activities of the students. In a word, a college magazine contains, the whole pictures of a college...
Importance /Utility : A college magazine plays an important role in developing and discovering the latent talent of the young learners and the writers. It helps to develop their power of writing and thinking and reasoning. It teaches students to work unitedly and to be hardworking. It also teaches them to be disciplined and friendly. Writing in a college magazine offers/gives a student a good command over a language.
Conclusion : A college, magazine is an essential part of education of a college. It plays a vital role in building up the career of a student. It widens outlook of the student. It teaches students working together. This is why, the publication of a college magazine is very essential and important to the students as well as the teachers of a college. The young learners should be encouraged in writing and reading in a college magazine regularly. So, every college in the country should publish a successful magazine every year for the betterment of the students because they are the future hope of our nation.
A CYCLONE THAT I HAVE EXPERIENCED
Cyclone, a destructive natural phenomenon, visits our country every year. I experienced one which left a deep impression on my mind. It was on . The first indication of the approach of a cyclone was that the sky was covered here and there with patches of dark clouds. As the storm came nearer, more patches of clouds were seen enveloping the sky. At first the wind began to blow with a hoarse moan that soon became as loud as the booming of canon. The current of the wind was never steady and regular but always fitful and violent. The whole sky looked like one dark sheet of cloud which announced the approach of the crisis. Each blast grew louder and louder, rain began to pour in torrents, sweeping gusts accompanied by thunder and lightning, and Nature assumed a fearful aspect. This continued for hours together and even for a whole day or more. Sometimes there was a lull; but that lull often preceded a phase of greater vehemence. The wind blew with incredible force and velocity, attended with heavy showers. It seemed to shake even solid buildings to their foundations and deafened the frightened inmates. This continued for four or five hours, after which the fury of the cyclone gradually abated and at last it subsided. The havoc done by the cyclone was indeed appalling. It uprooted even the biggest cables of ships and steamers snapped off, and many ships and steamers were lost at sea. Our whole village was somewhat destroyed, and large numbers of men were and cattle were killed. In short, after the cyclone, ruin and desolation met our eyes on every side.
A Day in the Life of a Garment Worker
The women who are engaged in different jobs and earn their livelihood are called working women. Speaking the truth, they are the part and parcel of our development. They work from morning till evening for their food and for the members of their family.
Most of the working women of our country work in different garment factories. Each and every garment worker in our country leads a laborious and miserable life. Her day starts very early in the morning and ends at about 8 p.m. Generally she goes to her factory along with other girls working there. Sometimes she has to get into a crowded public bus to go to her factory.
They are the vital force of the economy of our country. Besides, they help to alleviate the poverty of their families but they have to face social obstacles. She is to tolerate odd comments and thus she becomes the object of other's pity. In the factories, the women do not get a suitable atmosphere. Sometimes they work overtime. They are to eat poor lunch with their colleagues. There is no enough security in some factories. In spite of their long hours' of work, they are not remunerated properly.
A garment worker maintains her family with her poor income and saves the members of her family from starving. The contribution of the working women to the total development of our country is not negligible. So to speak, our garment factories are still alive by their hard labour.
It is undoubtedly true that the garment workers play an important role in our national life. Our economy gets a great support from them. So the Government should ensure some facilities like better transport, suitable remuneration and social security for them.
A BOOK THAT IS FAVOURITE TO ME
I have not read much. I cannot read every kind of book, I read only what I like very much. I like reading, for example, the poems of Nazrul and Tagore, the short stories of Tolstoy, the tales of Sherlock Holmes. And if I am asked to name one book as my favourite, I would mention Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens.
Mr. Pickwick is the central character of the story. But in this book, the story is rather unimportant. It is the detached incidents that absorb my interest. Mr. Pickwick with his three associates, Messrs Tupma, Shodgrass and Winkle forms the Pickwick Club. The story revolves around these Pickwickians. The characters are very life-like. Mr. Pickwick is genial and good natured and humane. Mr. Wardle is generous and hospitable. Sam Weller, Mr. Pickwick's devoted servant, with his peculiar articulation, is also quite agreeable.
As the story comes to a close everything is concluded to the satisfaction of everybody. The conversations contained in the book are an example in themselves, they illustrate what has been called Pickwickian humour in literary language. For all this, 'Pickwick Papers' is my favourite book. I have read it many times. Every time it gives me immense pleasure and new experience. It also increases my interest to such an extent that I have got more interest to read books.
Whenever I am in low spirits or out of sorts, I turn over some of the pages of this book and feel quite right and fresh. I cannot think that the book will seem to be dull even if I read it one hundred times. So this is my favourite book. And I suppose similar feelings are cherished by a thousand others who have gone through it. It must be their favourite book as well. Some other books are also favourite to me. But it tops the list of the favourite books.
A FILM I HAVE RECENTLY ENJOYED
Of all the emotions the matter relating to the heart is perhaps the most potent. Unarguably this is also the most complex of all feelings. Love may be a four letter word but reverberations of this can transcend age and time. Since the chronicling of time began, love has featured prominently in historical records. Litterateurs, historians, poets have eulogised it, sang hymns about it and damned its inexplicable clutch. This is the feeling that launched a thousand ships against Troy, this is the feeling that humbled a powerful man like Caesar and this is again the emotion that compelled Mughal emperor Shahjahan to create the Taj Mahal, one of the seven wonders of the medieval ages. Treated by the pen of the writer this definition - defying emotion has given us Romeo and Juliet, Shiri and Farhad.
Most of us must be familiar with the famous novel by Sarat Chandra Chattapadhay based on which the film ‘Devdas’ has been made. I have recently had the scope of enjoying the film. Of course, the film does not conform exactly to the novel. But that again is only natural as film and literature are two different mediums and the director has certain independence.
In this film, set somewhere in the middle of the previous century, Devdas is the son of an affluent ‘zamindar’. Wealth and aristocracy dominates his existence. He falls in love with Parbati or Paru, but at that stage it is merely a sort of calf love, on his side and on Paru’s, it is her whole existence. However, the reverie is broken when hisHowever, one can find no fault with the choice of Ashwariya Roy. She really steals the limelight. The former beauty pageant winner is easily elders, sent Devdas to London for education. When Devdas returned, Paru’s mother (Kiron Kher) proposed Devdas and Paru’s marriage. But it was met with condescension. But by that time Devdas realised he was deeply in love with Paru.
Heart-broken Paru entered into a chaste marriage with a wealthy, much older man, Zamindar Bhuvan (Vijayendra Ghatge), while a shattered Devdas took refuge in anguish, alcohol and Chandramukhi, introduced to him by a profligate friend Chunilal, a stunning courtesan.
Devdas, as shown in the film and also in the novel, was intensely loved by two women, who were never meant to be his. One, whom he could never love and the other, whom he could never stop loving.
However, Sanjay Leela Bhansali, the director is a master craftsman and has a way with telling a story through celluloid. Also the magnificent set, the superb locale and the grandiose look all goes to make the film a great one to watch.
Films, great ones at that, are defined by certain scenes. There are fiery confrontations and, in particular, the scene where Parbati confronts Chandramukhi is enthralling.
the best in the film, when it comes to acting. Her doe eyes and long hair are exploited to full effect, but she also seems the most committed to the story and creates the most believable character.
Ismail Darbar’s music goes well with the mood of the film. Nusrat Badr’s lyrics are lyrical gems. The film is colourful, to say the least, with some stunning photography and beautifully choreographed song and dance pieces.
“Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought”- to poet Shelly, the “sweetest” feeling is synonymous of the “saddest” feeling. The power of intense grief is always stronger than that of deep joy. The same is the case with fiction as well as real life. Yes, towards many, love is sweet, being in love is sweeter and the pain derived from it is the sweetest feeling. Any extremely pathetic or tragic tale touches many hearts with extraordinary feelings that are cathartic and unique in every sense. That is why Sarat Chandra’s Devdas, even today, has not lost its appeal to the people of this millennium. And in the film I have found that the passionate and tragic love stories remain ever new. The film has indeed, profoundly impressed upon my mind.
Certainly, love is an indispensable part of human life, a driving force with magical effect, and, above all, the promise to live with love in order to overcome all hindrances for happiness and peace. Many lovers made history on Earth, became immortal for their epoch making passion or for their heavenly wealth of soul-love. Romantic love begins with a mingled feeling of thrill and pain. So, loving hearts can feel all love’s beauth, can introduce us to the heavenly pleasure of romantic agony. That state of mind is the most desired element which we find in Devdas.
Psychologically, human beings tend, and love, to experience incisive heartache, pain, and shock because there is lasting pleasure. So, like other romantic tragedies, the story of the Bangla classic novel Devdas by Sarat Chandra Chattapadhay as well as the film has always won the admiration of the viewers. It is a story about a doomed lover and his two women. Devdas appears as a tragic hero who meets his death due to his physical ailment caused by his unrequited love.
Sarat Chandra’s Devdas has been filmed several times in this region including the latest Bangla as well as Hindi version both released very recently. In fact, not only in Bangla and Hindi, it has also been filmed in Urdu and Telegu. K.L.Saigal, Prometheus movie versions of Devdas. It was first filmed in 1929. Later K. L. Saigal filmed the classic, Devdas in 1935 and it was directed by P C Barua. Later Barua himself played the role of Devdas in the Bangla version. And, in 1955 another Hindi version of Devdas was released with Dilip Kumar in the role of Devdas a role that won him the Filmfare Award for best acting. The recent Hindi Devdas presentation is a glamorous and exquisite version.
Sarat Chandra writing in novel, Devdas, first in 1901 could not come up with any conclusion. The book was finally published .Noted a critic, “Technically, the film is a superior product. The shot execution, the sound quality and the cinematography bowl; your mind as you embark on a journey that promises the world as far as entertainment is concerned.”
However, personally speaking, the scenes between Devdas and Paru did not feel really magical compared with the early Devdas films. The scenes involving Pramathesh Barua and Jamuna Sinha and Dilip Kumar and Shuchitra Sen were pure magic on screen. But then again the audience seems to have accepted the present duo as perfect and in ultimate analysis it is the verdict of the cinegoers that counts.
As far as Indian films are concerned, the audience flock because they love the songs and the soundtrack.
The storyline is not anything really unusual. We have seen numerous films, in the sub-continent, dealing with the story of two childhood lovers facing parental opposition, going separate ways, yet loving each other. So the novelty factor is missing.
A JOURNEY BY AIR I HAVE ENJOYED
The journey by air is altogether a different experience. It is unlike other modes of journey. It is very expensive for most of us to avail. This rare opportunity, however, came to me when I was merely 10 years old. One of my elder brothers used to work at Cox’s Bazar Airport. He invited us to visit him. My parents decided to take only me with them. Hearing about their decision my heart danced with joy.
We took a taxi up to Patenga Airport. We entered a nice building where my father showed our tickets and collected the boarding cards. Then we came out of the building on the other side. There on a big cemented ground, called the landing pad, was waiting my dream-aircraft, a small Focker Friendship. My mother was very afraid to get into the plane. But I was not. I soon found my seat beside a window. The plane soon started moving forward, as its engine whined. It sped up very fast on the runway until it took off the ground with a wild hitch. Something in my stomach gave me a creeping feeling, I felt light and airborne. I looked at my mother’s face which turned ashen with fear. Her lips were moving quickly as she was reciting a verse from the Holy Quran. I looked out the window and saw the rippling waves of the Bay of Bengal. The steamers and people looked unbelievably small as if they were toys for children. Soon the stewardess came and served us with juice and snacks. After a 20-minute journey the plane started to slow down and lower itself down and down until it touched the runway. I again felt the same strange sensation in my stomach. As we reached the door to get down we found our brother waiting to receive us.
The journey by air was really exciting, because I enjoyed the travel to with my whole heart.
MY FIRST JOURNEY BY AIR
Journey by air has always been my dream as it is an enjoyable and pleasant journey. From my very childhood. I have cherished a dream of how one feels in the air. As we know that every journey is a source of pleasure and enjoyment, this journey of mine by aeroplane is also very much exciting to me.
I have some relatives who have been living in London for years. They requested my parents so many times to visit them. But every time, my father refused their invitation. But one day the opportunity came to us. My mother won a lottery offered by Bash undh ara City Shopping Mall which gave us three air tickets including return tickets from Dhaka to London. My parents made the best use of this opportunity last year.
it was the month of December last year. We had travelled by the British Airways. Our flight was at 8. am. We reached the airport two hours before the flight. After all formal checking, we started for the acroplane. At every step, I felt the rush of blood when to get on board the aeroplane.
After fifteen minutes the passengers got on board the plane. It started to run on the runway. It was a thrilling experience. The plane ran very fast and within a minute, it started to fly in the sky. As the plane was going upward very fast, everything on the ground was becoming smaller and smaller. When the plane was in stable position in the sky, I saw the clouds floating in the sky very close to our plane. Then the hostesses of the plane entertained us with coffee and other snacks. There were television monitors behind every seat. I enjoyed two English action movies. After ten long hours of journey, we reached the Heathrow Airport in London. There we found some of our relatives waiting for us.
In my boyhood, I wondered at the sight of how birds as well as aeroplanes fly in the sky. At last this wonder came true to me. That was an excellent journey the experience of which will remain ever fresh in my memory.
A JOURNEY BY BOAT
Pent up in a noisy and crowded city, anyone jumps at the suggestion of some of my friends contemplating for a journey by boat. Bangladesh is a land of rivers. So, it is an easy task to arrange a boat journey. Moreover, it is always interesting and enjoyable experience. On several occasions, I took boat journeys but the one that I had last seemed to me most thrilling.
It was Autumn Vacation. I and some of my friends planned to make a journey by boat. Accordingly, we started on the appointed day for the destination which is ten miles away from our village and situated on the bank of the river, Meghna. We hired a large boat with a boatman. The boatman was middle-aged person. The boat was well built with a bamboo-made roof and a sail on it. There were two oars on either side of the stern. We had with us some foodstuff, tea, biscuits and some fruits for our breakfast. We did have rice, raw meat, dal, spices etc for our meal. One of my friends had a camera and another brought a transistor set. After making all necessary preparations, we started the journey early in the morning.
At 8:30 a. m. we boarded the boat and the boat was pushed off the shore immediately afterwards. The current and the wind were favourable, and our boat drifted on of itself. The sky was clear. The river was calm. The boat was moving on slowly and smoothly. The small waves were beating gently against it. At the beginning of our journey, while we left the town behind, the green banks with trees and paddy fields charmed our eyes. We were, in fact, very delighted to see the beautiful scenery on either side of the river. We had our breakfast with us. We brought it out and ate it. We offered some to the boatmen. He had it by turn so as not to stop the boat. We feasted our eyes on the lovely sights on the bank of the river. The near-by and far-off villages, trees, green fields and dwelling houses looked so charming that we could not help taking some snap-shots with the camera. As we passed by, we were moved to see the people bathing and swimming in the river. At some of the ghats we saw the village women washing utensils or clothes, and the children were playing about shouting to one another.
Few women came with their earthen jars to fetch water. We found cattle grazing on the meadows by the riverside. Many boats both large and small loaded with goods, were sailing up and down. After four hours rowing, we reached our destination. Then we got down from the boat and walked for sometime. We found out a beautiful spot and there we halted. After having a little tiffin, we began cooking our meal. While the food was being cooked, we listened to the music played in the cassette player. Then we had our lunch. The food was rightly cooked. It was delicious. After that we had a gossip amongst ourselves. All this time, we were accompanied by the steersman. Then we again resumed the journey. In the afternoon, my heart was filled with joy to see the setting sun reflected on the river. I recited a few poems. When I stopped, the boatman started humming a tune. We asked him to sing a song and he did so. His voice was sweet. Then one of our friends sang eight songs at a stretch. We enjoyed them all.
We spent a happy time. After a lapse of several hours we again got into the boat and started our return journey. Our return journey was equally pleasant. On our return journey, we enjoyed a charming sight of sunset. In the landscape beside, it was glorious. The horizon was yellow-red, and it seemed that the heavens above were reflected in the water below. Gradually the earth was getting darker and darker. Soon the moon appeared in the eastern sky with all her glory. Under the influence of her silvery rays, everything around us looked simply charming. At last we came back when it was about 8 p. m. When we reached home, we were happy but we were sorry because such an interesting journey came to an end.
We enjoyed the journey to our entire satisfaction. A journey by boat in a fair weather is really pleasant and refreshing. It provides us a lot of thrill and pleasure that cannot be described but to be felt only. It purifies our mind, offers an invaluable joy in our melancholy mind. The journey which I undertook will never efface from memory. Really, this journey by boat will supply us serene delight for all time to come.
A Journey By Boat
Bangladesh is a riverine country. These rivers give us ample opportunity for a journey by boat. In some respects, journey by boat is more pleasant than a train journey. Whenever I get a chance, I avail of it and enjoy a journey by boat.
During the last autumn vacation, I went by boat to the village home of a friend. My friend's house is situated on the bank of the river Karnafully named Charandwip.
We were five in number. We took a guitar and a Yashica Camera. We took some light food too. We hired a boat with one manjhee and two oarsmen. Taking breakfast, we started 8 a.m. It was a fine morning. A gentle breeze was blowing. The river was calm. There were ripples in the river. When we were in middle of the river, we saw many beautiful sights on both sides of the river. We took the snaps of corn fields. We saw many boats and steamers plying to and fro on the river. We saw many ships Sometimes we met trawlers. There were fishermen's boats with nets spread in water.
The river was full to the brim. The murmuring sound of the river charmed us. We saw some bathing ghats. Men and women were bathing and children were swimming and splashing in the water. In the mean time, one of my friends played on his guitar. Birds of various kinds were flying then. All these sights created a profound impression on our minds.
The manjhee began to sing a 'Bhatiali song.' The sun was setting. It was evening. But the river became loveliest in the evening when the waves danced and sparkled under the crimson rays of setting sun. We recalled the poetic line of keats-
"The day so soon has glided by, Even like the passage of an angel's tear"
At 7 p.m. we reached the ghat. My friend came to the ghat to receive us. At about 8 o'clock we reached his house.
Indoed, the journey by boat is pleasant and thrilling. Such journey ritfreshes our mind and provides us joy and pleasure. It removes our monotony and widens our knowledge. However, our journey by boot came to a happy end. It will be always memorable to me.
A JOURNEY BY BOAT
A BOAT JOURNEY YOU HAVE ENJOYED
Traveling by boat is an everyday concern in Bangladesh . Here waterways are the highways of traffic and communications . One morning Rubel , an intimate friend of mine , knocked at my door and wanted me to accompany him on a boat trip to his village . I readily agreed . Soon we five friends - Shimul , Rubel , Bahauddin, Jimi and I - were on the quiet stream of the river . As both the wind and the stream were favorable , our boat sped swiftly . Making its way along the surface of water with great ease .
We left behind the din and bustle of the town and heaved a sigh of relief . The green banks with clusters of trees charmed our eyes . The far off paddy fields as well as jute fields unfolded their green bosoms . The thatched cottages of the villagers with clusters of trees beside them offered a very pleasant sight . An old man was basking here in the sun , village boys were playing there and shy village women were drawing water at another place . Birds of various kinds were flying . The beautiful rural atmosphere cast a spell upon our minds and we were struck dumb.
In an hour and a half the boat reached a market . We halted there and got down . We bought rice , eggs , a large Hilsa and some sweetmeat of different kinds . We had a desire to enjoy the boat journey thoroughly . With this end in view , we started making arrangements for cooking our meals . The boat men supplied us with ovens and we collected fuel from the neighborhood . The boatmen offered to cook the food for us but we did not take any help from them . We began cooking the food ourselves . We boiled our rice , prepared omelet’s and also cooked fish curry . The healthy river breeze and the movement in the market place and the village nearby head stimulated our appetite . So we ate our food with great relish .
At about two o’clock in the afternoon we launched our boat again . The boatmen tried hard to reach the destination before sundown but to no purpose . The beauty of the golden sunset on the calm water of the river made pleasant impression on our young minds . The shades of evening now began to spread over the earth . The stars made their appearance in the sky slowly one after another . The dim light of the lamp which the villagers had lighted came to our sight through groves of trees . A stray jackal sent out a cry and he was immediately joined by his fellows who set up chorus announcing the approach of the night .
The boat moved on slowly until it reached our destination . It touched at the ghat of Rubel’s house . By then it was dark all around . We walked to Rubel’s house which was at a stone’s throw from the riverside.
A JOURNEY BY BUS
Science has given us many quick means of travel. The bus is such a gift of science. A bus is a quick means of transport. In towns and cities it is the easy means of transport. Here we go to short distances by bus and some do not feel like making a journey. But a long journey by bus to a distant place is really enjoyable.
It was the month of March. I had a couple of day’s holiday. I was asked by one of my cousins to visit their place, Comilla. On the scheduled day the weather was fine with a cloudless sky above. In the morning, I got ready and come to the bus-stop and Kadamtali Bus Stop. A direct bus for Comilla was standing ready to start. I got into it and found some sitting room. Within a few minutes the bus was filled up with passengers. The bus started at 9 o’clock. Turning round a corner, it sped along the good road.
The bus started plying at a good speed and soon we left the city and entered the countryside. I brought out a book to read but I was unable to concentrate on it. Then I allowed my eyes to wander over the distant scenes that moved slowly back. The bus was going along the road with green fields and village on both sides. It was moving ahead, leaving behind the trees, houses and small shops on either side of the road. The bus seemed to be ploughing the never-ending shadow that covered the long road. Cows and goats were grazing in the open fields. It was really very delightful to see the green beauties of nature.
After about one and half an hours, there was a short hold-up at Feni. The bus stopped there for ten minutes. I got down from the bus. I felt a good relief from the suffocating atmosphere inside the crowded bus. I had a light-snack from the nearby shop. The bus driver asked us to get on the bus and we did so hurriedly. After short break the bus began plying again. The road was almost clear and the bus was moving faster than before. Suddenly we saw that a loaded truck was coming at full speed from the opposite direction. As the bus and the truck were getting nearer, we got frightened that there might be a head on collision. Some of us raised a cry of alarm. But, thank the Almighty we had a hair- breadth escape.
At 12:30, the bus reached Comilla Bus Terminal. I got down from the bus. My cousin, Raju had been waiting at the bus-stand for me. He embraced me. We hired a rickshaw and reached his home. Thus my journey came to an end. The journey was very pleasant to me. Though it was sometimes boring to me, I enjoyed it to my heart’s content. It will remain ever fresh in my memory.
A JOURNEY BY BUS
Introduction: Science has given us many quick means of travel. The bus is such a gift of science. A bus is a quick means of transport. In towns and cities it is the easy means of transport. Here we go to short distances by bus and some do not feel like making a journey. But a long journey by bus to a distant place is really enjoyable.
Occasion of the journey: It was the month of March. I had a couple of day’s holiday. I was asked by one of my cousins to visit their place, Comilla. I Only a fortnight ago, I had an opportunity to travel by bus from Dhaka to Comilla. I was going home for the summer vacation. I got on the bus at Gulistan Bus Terminal at about eight in the morning. The weather was fine with a cloudless sky above.
Interesting experiences: The journey by bus from Dhaka to Comilla was a very interesting experience. The bus started plying at a good speed and soon we left the city and entered the countryside. The bus was going along the road with green fields and village on both sides. It was moving ahead, leaving behind the trees, houses and small shops on either side of the road. It was really very delightful to see the green beauties of nature.
River-crossing by ferry: An interesting part of the journey was crossing the rivers by ferries. It was after an hour or so that we reached the first ferry ghat. The driver told us to get down from the bus.
At the ferry ghat there were some hawkers selling fruits and other things like bread biscuits etc. Some passengers bought banana and bread and began to eat them. When we got down from the bus and got on the ferry, I felt a good relief from the suffocating atmosphere inside the crowded bus. Crossing the river by ferry in the gentle breeze was very pleasant indeed.
A narrow escape from a collision: After crossing the river we again got on the bus which began to run faster than before. The road was clear and the bus was running at top speed. Suddenly we saw that a loaded truck was coming at full speed from the opposite direction. As the bus and the truck were getting nearer, we got frightened that there might be a head-on collision. Some of us raised a cry of alarm. But, thank the Almighty, we had a hair-breadth escape.
Destination: The bus stopped at various places where some passengers got down and some others got into it. I was sitting beside the door. The bus was running at a great speed and I felt drowsy. Suddenly I was awakened by a jolt. When the bus stopped. I found that I had reached my destination. I was getting down in a hurry. I reached home in a sad mood.
Conclusion: The journey by bus was very pleasant and I enjoyed it except for the last act of the pick-pocket.
A JOURNEY BY BUS
Introduction: A bus is a quick means of transport. In towns and cities it is the easy means of transport. Here we go to short distances by bus, and so we do not feel like making a journey. But a long journey by bus to a distant place is really enjoyable.
Occasion of the journey: It was the month of March. I had a couple of day’s holiday. I was asked by one of my cousins to visit their place, Comilla. I was very glad to have such a chance to go to Comilla. And this particular journey by bus has a lasting impression on my mind.
Commencement of the journey: In the morning, I got ready and come to the bus-stop and Kadamtali Bus Stop. A direct bus for Comilla was standing ready to start. I got into it and found some sitting room. Within a few minutes the bus was filled up with passengers. The bus started at 9 o’clock. Turning round a corner, it sped along the good road.
Views on the way: I brought out a book to read but I was unable to concentrate on it. Then I allowed my eyes to wander over the distant scenes that moved slowly back. The bus was going along the road with green fields and village on both sides. It was plying ahead, leaving behind the trees, houses, shops on either side of road. There were corn-fields, orchards, clumps of bamboo and plantain trees on both the sides. The sky was clear. In the sunshine the shadow of the trees fell on the road. The bus seemed to be ploughing the never-ending shadow that covered the long road. Cows and goats were grazing in the open fields. The scene was highly enjoyable and pleasant.
Short break during the journey: After about one and half an hours, there was a short hold-up at Feni. The bus stopped there for ten minutes. I got down from the bus. I felt a good relief from the suffocating atmosphere inside the crowded bus. I had a light-snack from the nearby shop. The bus –driver asked us to get on the bus and we did so hurriedly.
Difficulties faced: After short break the bus began plying again. The road was almost clear and the bus was moving faster than before. Suddenly we saw that a loaded truck was coming at full speed from the opposite direction. As the bus and the truck were getting nearer, we got frightened that there might be a head on collision. Some of us raised a cry of alarm. But, thank the Almighty we had a hair- breadth escape.
Other experiences : In the middle of the journey we came across many other experiences. Our bus took a bit time near Sitakundo Bazar. A public meeting was continuing there. The road near the market was crowded. I let my feast on the sights outside. Sometimes I listened to the talks of other passengers. Many of them were interesting. The young man who was sitting beside me was very witty. His puns interested and entertained me as well as a few others sitting close to us. I learnt that he was a student of Comilla Cadet College. We two talked a great deal before we reached our destination.
Destination: At twelve, the bus reached Comilla Bus Terminal. I got down from the bus. My cousin, Raju had been waiting at the bus-stand for me. He embraced me. We hired a rickshaw and reached his home. Thus my journey came to an end.
Conclusion: The journey was very pleasant to me. Though it was sometimes boring to me, I enjoyed it to my heart’s content. It will remain ever fresh in my memory.
A JOURNEY BY BUS
Science has given us many quick means of travel . The bus is such a gift of science . In towns and cities we go by bus from one place to another . Here we go to short distances by bus and so we do not feel like making a journey . But a long journey by bus is another experience .
Only a for night ago , I had an opportunity to travel by bus from Dhaka to Comilla . I was going home for the summer vacation . I got on the bus at Gulistan Bus Terminal at about eight in the morning . The weather is fine with a cloudless sky above .
The journey by bus from Dhaka to Comilla was a very interestingexperience . The bus started plying at a good speed and soon we left the city and entered the countryside . The bus was going along the road with green fields and villages on both sides . It was moving ahead leaving behind the trees , houses and small shops on either side of the road . It was really very delightful to see the green beauties of nature .
An interesting part of the journey was crossing the rivers by ferries . It was after an hour or so that we reached the first ferry ghat . The driver told us to get down from the bus .At the ferry ghat there were some hawkers selling fruits and chanachur.Some passengers bought banana and chanachur and began to eat them . When we got down from the bus and got on the ferry . I felt a good relief from the suffocating atmosphere inside the crowded bus . Crossing the river by ferry in the gentle breeze was very pleasant indeed .
After crossing the river we again got on the bus which began to
run faster than before . The road was clear and the bus was running at top speed . Suddenly we saw that a loaded truck was coming at full speed from the opposite direction . As the bus and the truck were getting nearer , we got frightened that there might be a head – on collision . Some of us raised a cry of alarm . But , thank God , we had a hair – breadth escape .
The bus stopped at various places were some passengers got down and some others got into it . I was sitting beside the door . The bus was running at a great speed and I felt drowsy . Suddenly I was awakened by a jolt . When the bus stopped , I found that I had reached my destination . I was getting down in a hurry . When I put my hand into the pocket , I startled up to see that my pocket had been picked and my money bag had gone . I reached home in a sad mood .
The journey by bus was very pleasant and I enjoyed it except for the last act of the pick – pocket .
A JOURNEY BY LAUNCH
A few days ago I had an occasion to make a journey by steam launch. I was returning to Dhaka after spending the Id-ul-Fitr holidays with my parents at home. I got on board a steam launch at our village ghat to reach Narsingdi.
The launch was jampacked and was carrying passengers and goods far beyond its capacity. I somehow managed to squeeze out a seat on this deck. Within a few minutes the launch steamed off. Soon my village ghat went out of sight.
The launch sped on along a small river. With the rattling of the engine, I could feel a sense of motion creeping along the limbs of my body. The steam vessel seemed to advance with rhythmic jerks. As I sat on the deck of the fast moving launch, my eyes caught glimpses of the villages on both sides of the river. At times it appeared that the launch was stationary while the houses and trees on both the banks were moving in opposite direction.
At about 4 p.m. the launch reached the Meghna River. At the junction, the river appeared to me so wide that it inspired awe in my mind. Owing to strong current of the Meghna our steam vessel went spattering for a time with sudden jerks. So I felt a bit uneasy. However, it soon came to itself and there was now a vast expanse of water before us. The banks of the river looked green with paddy fields and strings of boats big and small, were seen playing up and down the river. Fishermen were seen here and there busy about catching fish.
The launch sped on and on and after an hour’s journey it crossed the Meghna and proceeded through a small river. We could now enjoy the rural scenery from close quarters. The villages were standing along the bank. Women were seen here and there coming to the river ghats and taking water. Men were cutting ears of paddy and jute plants. Many of them were singing and some were smoking tobacco standing in the water. The varied pictures of the rural life filled my heart with great joy.
At about sunset the big tin sheds of the jute offices at Narsingdi came to my view and looked fine from the steam launch. It was now evening as the sun was going down. My heart was filled with joy to see the setting sun reflected on the river. The scenes on the river and the horizon in the distance were charming. The launch touched at the Narsingdi Launch Terminal. The journey was not over.
I got down at the terminal and quickly left for the Narsingdi Railway Station to catch train. Though the journey was made amidst rush and bustle, it has left some pleasant memories with me.
A JOURNEY BY TRAIN
A Journey is an exciting experience and pleasure to a man if he can afford that journey. In modern times man remains preoccupied with his daily activities and worldly affairs. A journey becomes all the more attractive and pleasant for a student as it provides him a relaxation with an escape from the monotonous daily routine. So being a student, my heart leaps up at the prospect of a journey by train. A journey by train is a very pleasant affair and troublesome also.
It was the sultry month of June. Our First Terminal Examination was over. The school was closed for the summer vacation. So, I got ready to start for Chittagong, my native place. My heart danced with joy to think about my native place and the journey by train. The day was fixed. With my light luggage, I reached the station about half an hour before the train’s departure. It was 1.30 p.m. The whole station was humming with bustling activity. Passengers of different destinations were coming to the station in available conveyances. Porters were running to and fro after the passengers with and for their luggage. Vendors were crying out loudly to sell their goods. I went towards the booking office to purchase my ticket from the train. I had to wait in the long queue for sometime and I collected my ticket.
As soon as the train was put on the platform, there began a tremendous rush for seats in compartments. My seat was beside a window and it was quite comfortable in the second-class compartment. At the scheduled time the whistle blew and the train with a long whistle began to move and I felt relieved. After moving slowly for sometime, the train gradually gathered speed. It was the time of early summer. So a gentle breeze through the open windows cooled the partially filled compartment.
The train was running on. I was carrying with me some novels, tit-bits, magazines and newspapers. For sometime I read. While my mind felt bored I gazed outside and enjoyed the proverbial greenery of our country. Most of the passengers in my compartments had either gone to sleep or were busy with books or magazines. There were some boys playing cards. Some were having peanuts or light snacks. But I enjoyed the nature’s screen display of greenery. All came to my view for a moment and then disappeared. Passing through varied and interesting scenery, we reached Comilla at 4 p.m. Then I took tiffin form the canteen inside the train. Once a ticket inspector came and checked the tickets of the passengers. As the train moved on, I felt little drowsy and had a short nap. Again I woke up and then the charming scenery of Nature kept me awake.
While the journey was going on, the train was running through fields. Peeping through the window lent me a charming sight. As the train was running at a great speed, the distant trees, bushes and houses, seemed to run to the opposite direction. I was delighted to see farmers at work in the fields with bullocks and ploughs. Bullock carts laden with goods, were moving on heavily along dusty roads. I enjoyed the boats sailing on the rivers. I even had the fortune of enjoying a grand sight of the setting sun very majestically. After Comilla, a distinct change was noticed in the landscape. The fields were undulating and the soil was reddish. After sometime, all nature --- the sky, the fields and the green woods was bathed in the silvery moonlight. It was a large disc of exquisite beauty. What a fun to enjoy all these tings!
When the train was near Chittagong station, the passengers were preparing to get down. The train gradually lost speed, slowed down and finally crawled and halted by the platform. The platform was lit up with lights. I was slightly weary of my journey of nearly six hours. Then I alighted from the train and went out of the station. Thus my train journey came to an end.
I felt extremely happy, relaxed and little change for such a wonderful journey by train. The scene of the memorable journey peeps into my mind in the moment of solicitudes when I become tired of the mechanical urban life. A journey in a train conveys physical thrill and excitement. Space and time, the external barriers of Nature are annihilated and destroyed while the speed, the swing and the rhythm of motion fill one with exhilaration.
A JOUNRY BY TRAIN
Introduction: In “Pather Pachali” Apu’s only desire was to see a train and to travel in it. From the above conception we can understand that, A Journey by train was the matter of curiosity for the people of that age. But in this dynamic age, the same desire is obviously observed in people’s mind. Really a journey by train is thrilling and at the same time interesting per suit to one and all because a train is the largest vehicle of the world and it is also different too.
Occasion: Naturally, I was looking forward to the commencement of the summer vacation. I had also decided to spend this vacation with my aunt at Dhaka.
Preparation: On the fixed day I reached the station at 7 a.m. A scene of great liveliness is offered by the station. Different kinds of conveyances were coming to the station with passengers. Coolies were running behind them. I bought a ticket from the booking office and got into a first class compartment of the Mahanagar Express.
The Journey: The train became alive and began to move when the guard blew the whistle and waved the flag. I kept looking outside through the window. So the train sped up. The gentle breeze gave a touch of affection and love. The houses and the trees on both sides seemed to be running speedily backward. When the train left the station, the outstanding greenery of Bangladesh came into our view. The green crops were tossing their heads in the breeze. The nature was changing every moment. To see the farmers’ ploughing the lands and the boats sailing on the rivers, I was amazed. I gazed at the meadows, trees and houses with golden crops with a cheerful mind. Our train was moving on-
“Faster than fairies
Faster than witches,
Bridges and houses
Hedges and ditches”
Different things came to my vision and disappeared in the twinkling of an eye. I forgot the world around me and plunged into thought of oblivion for the time being. The train was passing everything and different stations where it stopped for some moments. This journey has a simile with our life. We stop for a short time at different stage of life but we are moving on and on towards eternity.
Reaching the destination: The sudden whistle of the train and the restlessness of the passengers brought me back to reality. At about 3 p.m. the train arrived at the station. Getting down from it with my luggage, I moved on to my destination.
Experience of the journey: This train journey was first in my life. So, I learnt many things from it. I became familiar with the different nature of different people. I got experience much from their discussing on various topics like politics, national and international crisis etc.
Conclusion: So, I can say confidently that of all modes of transport journeying by a gigantic train is a relatively new venture. This journey left a permanent impression in my mind. This journey is really unforgettable and often stirs my imagination and gives me boundless joy.
A Journey By Train
Journey by train is the most common thing in our ultra modern civilization. It is also an enjoyable experience. Indeed journey is always a pleasure to my. Whenever I go on a journey, my heart is filled with joy. But my greatest pleasure is a journey by train. It is ever exciting.
During the last autumn vacation, our school was closed for ten days. My uncle lives in Sylhet. He came home on leave. I requested him to take me lo Sylhet. He agreed at this. My heart danced with joy to hear this because I n1ways like a journey by train.
The day was fixed. We reached the station in time and bought two tickets. The train was not yet in. The whole platform was a scene of great confusion and noise. It was crowded with passengers. Some were sitting their luggage. Some were moving about Rickshaws, motor cars and till other conveyances were coming to the station with passengers. Coolies ware running behind them. Vendors were crying out loudly to sell their goods. Then the train came in. We got into the second-class compartment. WA occupied two comfortable seats in the compartment.
I no time for the departure of the train was drawing near. Soon the warning Doll rang. Just at 9.00 a.m. the second bell rang. The guard whistled and waved his flag. Then the train whistled loudly and slowly moved on. We now felt a great relief. My mind was full of joy. I looked outside through the window. The train ran at moderate speed. Then it crossed a bridge over a river with a clattering noise. Inside the train, the passengers were talking and hawkers were selling their goods. But outside there was beauty of mature all around. I was thrilled to see the vast paddy fields. It was a great fun to see houses and trees slip backwards from the moving train. Sometimes the train stopped at railway stations. The passengers got down and got into. Then the train started and passed through some villages. I saw the people doing something. All these things charmed me greatly.
At About 5.00 p.m. we reached our destination. Then we alighted from the train & went out of the station. My uncle's private car was waiting for us. W(j got into the car and reached my uncle's house in a few minutes.
I enjoyed the journey most. The journey gave me immense pleasure. It was really interesting. I shall never forget sweet memory of this journey.
A Journey by Train
or, A Train Journey I Enjoyed
Introduction : To move front one place to another alone or with a group in order to gain new experience and new knowledge is known as a journey. To move from u-e place to another W gain new experience by train is known as a train journey. A train journey is pleasant and enjoyable to all. Of all a journey by train is specialty is very interesting and enjoyable to me, A decent and happy life can't be thought u-f without making any journey- journey even, year during holidays.
Occasion : Last. week I made a joyful train journey from Bhairab to Chittagong. During the Iasi .,inter vacation I was asked to visit my uncle's house in Chittagong. So I got a chance to make a happy but long journey by train.
Description Last Friday I and my friend Salam arrived at Bairab Railway Station at 9 am by tam. We bought our tickets. The train arrived at the station at 9.36 am. and we got into the train. We were fortunate because we got our seats beside the window. After a for minutes, the guard blew the whistle. waved the green flag and the train began to move on slowly. After a few minutes the train started running in full speed across a green paddy fields. I looked outside through the window. I saw the farmers working in the paddy fields. Trees. houses, fields etc seemed to run behind the train. I also saw many boys and girls going to schools and colleges. I enjoyed the mild jerking of the train and the mild sound of the wheels. After an hour, the train stopped at Comilla Railway Station. Then some hawkers got into the train. We bought some bananas. boiled eggs, a magazine and a daily newspaper. Again, after a few minutes, the train started for Chittagong. We arrived at Feni Station at 1 pm. When the train started from Feni station, we could see the hills of Chittagong. I enjoyed the wonderful scenery of the hills. Some passengers were sleeping, some were talking and some were reading magazines and newspapers into the coach/compartment. Really it was a new experience in my life.
Destination : After five hours, we reached Chittagong Railway Station at.3 pin. We faced no trouble on the way to Chittagong. We got down from the high speed train and saw my cousin standing at the gate of Chittagong station. We went to uncle's house by taxi. We were cordially, received there. All the members of the family became very glad to see us.
Conclusion : The journey by train Was the most joyful and interesting
to me. I enjoyed the journeyva3r much. I gained new knowledge and new experience. I can never forget the happiest journey in my life. The journey-often peeps into my mind. Only by reading books. magazines and newspapers we cannot widen our kingdom of knowledge to be successful in life. A journey by train greatly widens our-knowledge to face the battle of life. So everyone should make a journey by train in order to gain/acquire new knowledge and new experience.
A JOURNEY BY TRAIN
A journey is an exciting experience to one and all . For a student , it is all the more attractive because it provides him with an escape from the daily routine of books and classroom . I was , therefore , looking forward to the commencement of the summer vacation . I had also decided to spend this vacation with my ant at Chittagong .
As the day of my journey drew near my excitement ran high . At last the day came when I had to start from Chittagong . Traveling with luggage is rather boring to me . It becomes all the more tedious if the train happens to be crowded . I , therefore , made up my mind to make the ensuing journey as light as possible .
I reached the station about half an hour before the departure of the train . The station offered a scene of great activity . Rickshaws , motor cars and all other conveyances were coming to the station with passengers . Coolies were running behind them . There was a long queue before the booking window . I had to stand in the queue for some time before I could buy my ticket.
I was traveling second class . I occupied a comfortable seat in a small compartment . After half an hour the train started off and I heaved a sigh of relief . The train ran on . A pleasant breeze of the open space cooled the compartment to the great relief of the passengers .
When the train left Tongi , the proverbial greenery of Bangladesh came into our view . The train was running through green paddy fields . There were jute and sugarcane plants here and there . They were tossing there heads in the breeze . The other passengers in my compartment had either gone to sleep or applied themselves to books or newspaper . But the attraction of nature’s beauty on both sides was so great for me that I could not turn my eyes from it .
Then the train stopped only at important stations as it was a mail train . The scenes at all the stops were the same and I had a look at the passengers boarding the train or getting down . The excitement and the hurry of the passengers , the noise of the hawkers and the movement of the railway staff were an interesting sight . The majesty of the setting sun and the pathos of the departing day can best be seen from a train . The slow approach of darkness , the gradual and majestic setting of the sun , the flying flock of birds in search of nightly shelters and the return of cattle to the sheds are all charming sights . I was so absorbed in them that I did not notice when the light in the compartments were switched on . Darkness came down and hid the face of the earth . Nothing was visible except some darker patches at intervals . They were the homesteads or bushes and groves .
It was about 9 o’clock when the train reached Chittagong railway station . The train slowed down and finally stopped by the platform . One of my cousins was present at the station to receive me . The journey was really pleasant to me .
A Journey by Train
My annual examination was over. I had recess for some days. During this time of the year the weather is good enough to make a journey. Incidentally, I with some of my friends took a sudden decision to go to my sister’s house in Chittagong y train. On the appointed day. I along with my three friends arrived at Kamalapur railway station before sunrise. We bought our tickets and got into the train just at 7 a.m.
When the guard blew the whistle and waves his green flag, the train started moving. After a few minutes it began running at a full speed. I, keeping myself aloof, sat beside a window with a view to looking outside through the window. The sun was rising with all its splendid beauty. Soon leaving urban areas, the train was running through the green fields of the rural areas. I gazed and gazed at the houses, trees and meadows with a cheerful mind. Everything seemed to be running swiftly in the opposite direction. They came to my vision and disappeared in the twinkling of an eye. The beauty of the scenery on either side of the train charmed my eyes.
I also enjoyed the mild jerking of the train and rhythmic sounds of the wheels. Now and then it crossed bridge over a river or a canal with a chattering noise. As it was an express train, it stopped only at a few big stations. At about noon we arrive within the areas of Chittagong district, I felt great joy seeing the hills on either side of the line, as I had never seen a hill before. After eight hour journey, the train reached Chittagong railway station at about 3 p.m. We got down from the train and went to my sister’s house by a taxi. Our return journey was equally a pleasant one.
This pleasant and enjoyable lasted for a few hours. But the journey left permanent impression in my mind. I will never forget the romance, thrill and charm of my first train journey and my first visit to Chittagong. The scene of the memorable journey peeps into my mind when I become tired of the mechanical urban life.
A Journey by Train I have Recently Enjoyed
Journey is always fascinating. It charms our minds and makes us happy. Journey is a break in our monotonous everyday life. After a journey, we feel relaxed and fresh. Peace fills our heart after we have made a really wonderful journey.
I made a journey by train with my friends last year. I received a letter from my uncle at Chittagong to attend the marriage ceremony of his daughter. I took some of my friends with me. Early in the morning I reached Kamlapur Railway station where I found my other friends. The train came. We got into the train and found our seats beside the window. The guard blew his whistle and waved his green flag, the engine slowly began to move and we glided out of the station.
Everything that we were passing was pretty and so we amused ourselves by looking through the windows. As the train winded away eastwards, we could see a number of hills and mountains. We passed by the green fields, beautiful watery areas and wonderful hillocks. Everything seemed very bright and pleasant to us. From the train, we could see the clear, green waters and women and small boys and girls swimming happy and taking bath in the ponds and rivers.
At last at 4 p.m. we reached Chittagong. The journey seemed to me like a dream. However, when we reached Chittagong, we found my uncle waiting for us. He welcomed us and took to his residence. Thus our wonderful journey ended very beautifully.