MY GARDEN
Man was first placed in a garden on his creation. Man’s first home before his fall was a garden and a garden will be his final abode if he is pure. Garden is, therefore, the place where the innocent live. Man’s love of garden is, however, quite evident. Many changes have taken place in the world. Man’s tastes, too have changed, but his love of garden has remained undiminished despite all these changes. My garden is a fenced area in our front yard. It is rectangular in size, 20 feet in length and 15 feet in width. I have been working on the garden for the last three months. In the first month I dug up the earth well. Soon a nice flower bed took shape. My father watched me doing the hard work and said that I was becoming a floriculturist. He helped me to show the right seeds of various flowers. I planted ‘dalia’, ‘lily’, ‘sandhamalati’ and ‘jui’ in a row and in another row two types of roses. As spring came, my flower plants bloomed into a dazzling array of flowers. Such a display of colourful flowers pleases not only me but also others. This garden also enables me to do some manual labour which is good for health. My garden is a source of great pleasure and joy to me.
My Hobby
Hobby is nothing but one’s alternative mental occupation. It is not one’s main business. It is one’s favourite way to enjoy the leisure time. When anyone becomes engaged in any occupation his mind works up to a certain period. Then the mind wants some change to restore its energy. Almost every man has a hobby. There are different hobbies like stamp collecting, gardening photography, angling, coin-collecting etc. My favourite hobby is coin collection. I take it as an interesting work in my leisure. I collect coins of various types and of various times of different countries. Both new and the old coins of different countries are in my collection. I usually collect coins from my relatives living abroad. My grandfather also helps me in collecting. He has given all the collection of coins of his student life. This coin collection has a great educative value I can know about the different national symbols of different countries from these coins. This hobby also creates then curiosity about those countries. My hobby is the main source of my pleasure. It gives me relief from my routine bound works. It helps me to forget the monotony and sorrow of daily life. So, every one should have a hobby out of his routine life.
Mujib Borsho
The government of Bangladesh designated the year 2020-2021 as Mujib Borsho, a significant commemoration marking the 100th birth anniversary of the nation's founding father, Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman. Born on March 17, 1920, in Tungipara, Gopalganj, this historic year-long celebration commenced on March 17, 2020, and concluded on March 26, 2021.At 8:00 pm on the inaugural day, festivities began across the nation with splendid fireworks displays. Sheikh Rehana, the youngest daughter of Bangabandhu, delivered a brief address and recited the poignant poem "Baba," authored by her younger sister, Sheikh Hasina, who serves as the Prime Minister of Bangladesh.Notably, UNESCO, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization, joined Bangladesh in observing Mujib Borsho on a global scale. This declaration holds immense significance due to Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman's pivotal role in securing Bangladesh's independence. The primary aim of Mujib Borsho is to illuminate the remarkable life journey of Bangabandhu.The celebration of Mujib Borsho has yielded numerous positive transformations for Bangladesh. The government has initiated several development projects, including the electrification of all villages, poverty alleviation efforts, and the provision of ICT facilities to remote corners of the nation. During Mujib Borsho, endeavors have been undertaken to install a sculpture of Bangabandhu at Madame Tussauds Museum and the UN Headquarters in London.In essence, the observance of Mujib Borsho has etched itself into the annals of history, resonating with all freedom-loving individuals in Bangladesh and beyond.
MY HOBBY
Hobby is an interesting work at leisure. It keeps the mind happy and fresh. My hobby is stamp -collecting. I collect stamps from many sources and keep them nicely in my album. I am very interested in collecting stamps of other countries of the world. We find in the stamps the pictures of important buildings, towers, mosques, beautiful gardens, national heroes, national flowers, birds and animals. It is very exciting to look at the stamps. The stamps are of different size, shapes, colours and price. So far as I have collected forty-nine different types of stamps of the countries like Great Britain, the U.S.A. Japan, France, India, Pakistan, Uganda, Saudi, Arabia, Iraq, and Iran. These stamps give me some knowledge of the history and geography of these countries. I also buy stamps from a stationery shop in the local market. My pen friend, a Japanese boy, also sends me stamps from Tokyo. Stamp -collecting is really a pleasant hobby and I am trying to collect more and more stamp.
MY HOME
There is nothing sweeter than one’s home. The same is with me. My sweet home, my dear home is in the countryside. It is not a big one. It covers only a few bighas of land. It faces the south. The front side of my home is open. A big canal flows by it. There are five houses in my home. All of them are made of tin. Two of them are beggars and have brick-built plinth and floor. My father and mother live in one of these houses. My elder brother, with his wife lives in another one. I also live in a fairly large house. We have a kitchen garden inside our home and a flower garden in front of our house. These gardens add to the beauty of my home. Moreover, my home is surrounded by mango groves and many other fruit trees and flower plants. In spring there is feast of flowers and fragrance in my home. Birds sing in them all day long. From a distance my home then looks like a fine painted picture. To me my home is the sweetest place on earth to live in. It is indeed dearer to me even than paradise.
MY IDEA OF GOOD TEACHER
Education is the backbone of a nation. So, a teacher’s role is very important to the society. After parents, a teacher is the guide of a student. A good teacher is one of the most important people in a country. I have an experience of having close touch with such a teacher. He is our English teacher, Mr.------------ . He is a man of about 30/32/35. He is really a man of intellect and intelligence. He is the storehouse of knowledge and wisdom. I wonder how he has acquired so much of knowledge and learning. He teaches us sincerely and enthusiastically. He explains till every student is satisfied. His sound arguments, easy explanations and well-knit thoughts make the students listen to him most attentively. He keeps the class lively and in good humour. He does not allow any kind of boredom or idleness to descend upon the class. His witty remarks are really pleasing and delightful. He has mastery over various subjects. But his study of English literature is so deep and vast that he is held in high esteem by the students and the staff alike. He is an industrious teacher and takes pains while teaching. His lucid language, sound knowledge and a good background of the subject make him one of the most admirable teachers of the institution. He makes his students grow the qualities of discipline, punctuality, perseverance and self-reliance. Above all, I can say that it is blessing upon us to have such an ideal teacher ----- a great philosopher, friend and guide as well.
MY INTIMATE FRIEND
Man by nature is a social being. To him, the world looks gloomy in absence of an intimate friend. I have an intimate friend. His qualities have tempted me to call him my intimate friend. Arif is my best friend. He comes of a very good and respectable family. He is a meritorious student. He has always achieved a good result in his examination. He has a sweet temperament. He is neat and charming in his habits. He is amiable and modest. He is intelligent and well-behaved. He never speaks ill of others or injures anyone’s feelings. He is worthy of being a good friend. He proves the proverb a friend in need is a friend indeed. He is always desirous of my good. If I fail to understand anything, he explains it to me. If he finds any, he tries to rectify me. He always advises and helps me when I am problem. For me, he is the sea of knowledge. I have learnt a lot from him. Service of humanity, devotion to study, obedience to elders and love for youngers-------- are his great ideals. I am lucky that a person like Arif is my friend.
MY LAST DAY AT SCHOOL
Some memories in our life are so painful that they tend to bring tears to our eyes. The memory of my first day at school is one such example. I always look back and call up in my mind the sweet school days. I had to bid farewell to my school as I was going to sit for my SSC examination. For seven long years I was an inseparable part of the institution. Now it exists only in my memory. All the nooks and corners of the big building were intimately familiar to me. To each of them clings some sweet fond memory of days gone by. As I went to receive my admit card of my S.S.C. Examination, all the memories of the past began to crowd over in my mind. The wavy green grasses on the field were alluring and we had walked, sat or played there almost every day during our time at the school. Before departing, we flocked to the Headmaster’s room. With a heavy heart we took leave of him. Some of us touched his feet. He showered blessings on all of us. We went round to other teachers and paid our respect to them as well. When all the formalities were over, we trooped past the gate. Farid Mia, the college gatekeeper, cast us a mournful glance. My eyes became full of tears as I met his moist eyes. Indeed the day was a memorable one which I can never forget in my life.
MY MOTHER
The sweet word that is mixed up with our existence and feeling is ‘mother’. Every young child starts its life just uttering this very word. The same thing happens to me. My mother is dearest to me in the world. She loves me dearly. My mother is a woman of thirty/thirty five/ forty. She is gentle, amiable, patient and loving. Her heart always yearns for me. She is always anxious to see me happy. Since my birth I have always been with her. I have grown up under her affection and care. Without her loving care, my existence on earth would be impossible. She loves me more than anybody else on earth. Her joy knows no bounds if she finds me happy. If I fall ill, she becomes very anxious. When I come round, her face beams with smile. Her calm and gentle look is a source of hope and inspiration to me. If I am to write anything about her, I feel inclined to write a big volume and not a paragraph. Thank the Almighty that He has blessed me with such a mother.
My Idea About Leisures
Leisure refers to free time which is free from routine works of one's life. The works done during one's free time are known as leisure pursuits, or pastimes. A life can not be fruitful and successful without leisure persuits or pastimes. In our country most village men usually spend their free time by gossiping in tea-stalls,by playing village out door games, by fishing in canals, rivers, haors and beels and by joining rural cultural functions. The village women usually pass their leisures by gossiping and by visiting their neighbours and villagers. The village children spend their free time by flying kites, by plucking flowers and by swimming in ponds, canals and rivers. Today village people watch television programmes at evening and at night. But the city people/dwellersusually enjoy their leisures by visiting parks, zoos, various international fairs, historical places and by joining different clubs. They also pass their free time by swimming, boating and fishing in the big lakes. Besides, many city dwellers enjoy their free-time by reading story books. newspapers and magazines and by watching international sports and games on n7 screen. Today the most common pastime is watching various TV programmes. Travelling, gardening, painting, drawing pictures etc are also the popular leisure pursuits Nowadays the young society is very fond of listening to band and pop-music. Inwinter football, ha do- do, cricket and various village games are held inour country. The people of Bangladesh are fond of making picnic to the important spots in winter. The value of a leisure pursuit is very great in our life. It helps to wipe out the monotony of routine works and keeps our mind cheerful. I am a college student and have a great interest in travelling and reading magazines and story books during my off time. It is travelling which helps one to broaden one s outlook and knowledge.
My Neighbour
Man is a social being. He lives in the society with his family and there are neighbours all around him. I live at Lalkhan Bazar in the city of Chittagong. I have my neighbours too. Our neighbours are gentle and amiable people. Most of them are government officers. All of them are highly educated. Some of my neighbours are businessmen, a few of them are doctors, some are day labourers, some are teachers and the rest of them are engaged in other professions. My neighbours are all peace-loving people. We live in complete peace and harmony with one another. When any of us falls ill or into any difficulty, others go out of their way to help him. Most of my neighbours are Muslims. There are some Hindus, Christians and Buddhists. No problem arises among different communities. In different social occasions we co-operate with one another. Of my neighbours there are two school teachers. Now and then, I go to their houses and talk about my studies. They help me willingly. On the whole, our environment is of peace and happiness.
MY NEIGHBOURS
The word ‘neighbour’ means a person who lives in houses, streets etc. near another. My neighbours are the people who live close to my house. I have a number of neighbours. Most of them are very kind-hearted and progressive minded. A few of them are conservative. My neighbours are of different occupations. Some are businessmen; some are service holders, some doctors and teachers. We live side by side as a unit of a single family. We live in collaboration with one another. When one of my neighbours falls in danger, we all extend our helping hands to him. Sometimes the difference of opinion arises among ourselves. It creates a temporary misunderstanding with some of my neighbours. It is a matter of happiness that it does not last long. We feel sorry for the misunderstanding and compromise it honourably. We share our joys and sorrows among ourselves. Whenever we become ill, our good neighbours come to nurse us back to health. We often consult our problems. My neighbours are not my relatives but more than my relatives. On occasion of different ceremonies and religious festivals we become a family. I am very proud and happy to have such neighbours.
MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR
Very few people are blessed with good neighbours. I am lucky to have such good neighbour. I live in a town. I have a number of neighbours. Of them all, I like one most. The neighbour I like most is my next-door neighbour. His name is Mr. ‘X’. He is a young man of twenty eight years. We have known each other for about five years. He is endowed with many good qualities. He is a good student. He has a sound health. He is by nature, amiable and cheerful. He always considers the good to his neighbours. He is co-operative and friendly without getting into any kind of quarrels with them. Courtesy goes a long way and even if any of his neighbours is the quarrelsome kind, his pleasant manner changes the disturbing one. He visits us on every happy occasion and expenses his joy. If any neighbour is in trouble and needs help, he doesn’t wait for extending his helping hand. In my distress, he is always the first man to offer his services. He guides me too. He also has great affection for me. I do not find any blemish in his personality. After all, that is what being a good neighbour is all about. I am really proud of having such an ideal man as my neighbour.
MY NATIVE VILLAGE / THE VILLAGE I LIVE IN
With the green fields and with the cool and calm shade of the trees our village stands on the-------------river. The name of our village is---------. It is in the district of------------. About five thousand people live in our village. Most of them are Muslims. There are also a few Hindus, Buddhist and Christians. They live in peace and harmony. The villages are mostly farmers or labourers. Some are potters, weavers, blacksmiths, fishermen and so on. There is a big market in our village. It is the heart of our village which throbs with the activities of the villagers. There are some brick-built buildings such as the mosque and primary and high school building. There are also a post office, a health-care centre and community centre. Our village has a good road, which links the village with the highway. The village is rich in cultural activities like Jatra, Jarigan, boat-race and bullock-race. Our village is also famous for cottage industries. Our village is a peaceful village with a number of educated people. I am proud of our village and pray for its peace, progress and prosperity.
MY OWN PROFILE
I am a boy/girl. My name is ------------. I am at present a student of Class------. I am the first/ second/ third/ eldest/ youngest son/ daughter of my parents. We are two brother and sister. My father whose name is ----------, is a businessman/ government employee. My mother is a housewife. My sister/ brother is also a school-goer. At present I am ----------------- years old. In my early age I spent my time in high spirits. As I was the eldest son / daughter of my parents, all the members of our family loved me very dearly. They gave me whatever I asked from the. They always took care to make me happy. A single drop of tears was enough to move them. My grandmother was very fond of me. She told me many amusing stories. I annoyed her in many ways but she was never angry with me. I recollect the day from my memory, when I first, went to A.B.C High School with my father. My teachers spoke kind and affectionate words to me. My classmates welcomed me with love and interest. I am, still, a student of that school. My aim is to be an engineer and I am working hard to reach my goal. My hobby is stamp-collecting, painting. My favourite game is cricket. My favourite fruit is mango and my favourite food is ‘Hilsha” fish and rice. I am at present a happy boy / girl of a happy family. I try to make my life bright and prosperous in future.
My Parents
My parents are the dearest and the nearest persons on earth. They have brought me up from my infancy. They are the only persons who are actually interested in my well-being and that interest of theirs is unconditional. They are happy if I am happy. They have sacrificed all their happiness to make me happy. My father is a school teacher and my mother is a house wife. My father is my guide, friend and philosopher and my mother is the source of inspiration for me. In my childhood, she put her heart and soul in bringing me up. I remember, I caused her much trouble. My father also works hard to maintain his family. He always wants to see me smiling face. He is honest and a man of principle. My mother is also honest and sincere. My parents watch my student career with an affectionate interest. My success gives them immense pleasure and my failure shocks them greatly. Really, my parents are the part and parcel of my life. I am grateful to God that I have got such parents
MY RESPONSIBILITY TO MY FAMILY
Responsibility is an inherent quality of a man. Truly speaking, the superiority of a human being requires him to show some responsibilities and duties to himself and his family. He cannot be indifferent to his responsibilities towards himself and his family. As man has to live in a society, so in this respect he has to behave very responsibly. We have our own responsibility towards our family and neighbours. As I am a student, my foremost duty is to study well, listen to my teachers and parents have sensibly with others. I feel that I can perform many duties towards my family. In my family I can help my parents in doing different household works, such as, preparing food, washing the dishes, making the bed, wiping the floors, setting the tables, dusting the furniture doing shopping, etc. Besides, in time of illness I can help my family members by consulting doctors. Again, in time of family crisis I can assist my parents in taking decision. Thus as a teenager, I can perform my responsibilities towards my family. Only then I can claim myself as the best creation of God.
MY PARENTS
Everybody owes greatly to his parents. I cannot be an exception. I could not pass through my infant days without their love and affection. So I am very much devoted to and fond of my parents. They sacrificed their comfort and pleasure for my health and happiness. As a result I have grown up as what I am today. My parents are a modest couple. But they are dignified. They do not have the pride of wealth, not of higher degrees. But they are solvent and educated. My father is an engineer / medical officer / government employee / businessman and my mother is a school teacher / housewife. Father is always busy with his job. Actually my mother looks after us all time and helps us do our home-task everyday. She keeps the house neat and clean and does other household work. My parents are fond of reading books and newspapers. They are also fond of listening to music. Mother is particularly interested in needlework. She makes our clothes with her sewing machine. Father is the head of our family and everybody obeys him. Both of them take them interest in our education and welfare. Their love for my sister and me is matchless. My parents are my first teachers. I have learnt a lot from them. My parents are worthy of emulation in our society. I love and respect them very deeply.
MY VISIT TO A PLACE OF HISTORICAL INTEREST
Many things I have heard about the historical places of Bangladesh. So I had been dreaming of visiting a historical place. I learnt many things about the beauty of the imposing multidomed Shat Gambuj Mosque. In mid-15th century, a Muslim colony was founded in the inhospitable mangrove forest of the Sundarbans near the seacoast in Bagerhat district by a saint Ulugh Khan Jahan. He was the earliest torchbearer of Islam in the South who laid the nucleus of an affluent city during the reign of Sultan Nasiruddin Mahmud Shah (1442-59), then known as ‘Khalifatabad’ (present Bagerhat). I, accompanied with some of my friends visited the historical mosque and its adjoining area. It came to our view that the stately fabric of the monument stands on the eastern bank of a vast sweet-water tank, clustered around by the heavy foliage. This gives a real picture of a low-lying countryside characteristic of a seacoast landscape. The mosque is roofed over with 77 squat domes, including 7 Chauchala or four-sided domes in the middle row. The vast prayer hall is provided with 11 arched doorways on east and 7 each on north and south for ventilation and light. It has 7 longitudinal aisles and 11 deep bays by a forest of slender stones columns. From these columns spring rows of endless arches, supporting the domes. The arches are six feet in thickness, have slightly tapering hollow and round walls. The interior and the exterior of the mosque give a view of rather plain architecture but the interior western wall of the mosque was beautifully decorated with terracotta flowers and foliage. I have come to know that besides being used as a prayer hall the mosque was also used as the court of Khan Jahan Ali. At present it is one of the greatest tourist attractions and best architectural beauties of Bangladesh.
MY VISIT TO THE NATIONAL MEMORIAL
Our National Memorial is our glory and pride. It is situated at Savar in Dhaka. I have recently had the opportunity to visit the National Memorial. It is a symbol of the nation’s respect for the martyrs of the War of Liberation. It is built with concrete, but made of blood. It is an achievement the dimensions of which can be measured, but it stands for all achievement which is immeasurable. It stands upright for the millions of martyrs who laid down their lives so that we may stand upright, in honour and dignity, amongst the nations of the world. As I have seen, the tower is 150 feet high and it stands on a base measuring 130 feet wide. There is actually a series of 7 towers that rise by stages to a height of 150 feet. I have come to know that the foundation was laid on the first anniversary of the Victory Day. There is actually a plan to build a huge complex in several phases. The entire complex will cover an area of 126 acres. The plan of this complex includes a mosque, a library and a museum. The relics of the Liberation War will be kept in the museum. The sight of the complex, which was most moving to me is the several graves of the martyred freedom fighters; close to the tower. The memorial stands 150 feet tall, but every martyr it stands for stands so much taller. Standing in front of the graves we bowed down our heads in respect. It seemed to us that the towers soar up symbolising the loftiness of the spirit of the martyrs. While visiting I felt that the national memorial is a reminder to all our countrymen of the valiant struggle and supreme sacrifices of a freedom loving people. Indeed the visit was a one which is still engraved in my heart.
MY VISIT TO A PLACE OF HISTORICAL INTEREST
A few months ago I visited Darjeeling. I went there with my family. When we entered Darjeeling there was a thick fog all round and it seemed as if we were driving into the clouds. It was very cold but we were well prepared, with our coats, caps and mufflers. Arrangements for our stay had been made in a small but comfortable lodging house, and after spending the night there we embarked upon a tour of sight seeing. We visited the Botanical Gardens, the Himalayan Mountaineering places of interest. We ate some authentic Tibetan food and bought traditional Eastern curios. Early the next morning, we went to Tiger Hill to see the sunrise. This is possible only if it is a clear day and many people come back disappointed. But we were lucky. A hush fell over the crowd as the first rays of the sun struggled out from behind the clouds and the sun rose with all its glory. The snow-clad Kanchanjhonga looked breath-takingly beautiful. I have never seen anything so awe-inspiring! From this spot we were even able to get a glimpse of Mount Everest. On our way back we visited the lush tea-gardens which produce some of the finest tea in the whole world. My trip to Darjeeling was a really enjoyable one and I did not know until I went there that nature could be so magical!
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MY VISIT TO A VILLAGE
It was my first visit to a village. One of my friends invited me to visit his village in two days holiday. I went along with him to his native village which is not far away from my town. In the truest sense their home is made of mud with thatched roof. There were unmetalled roads leading to and coming from the village. Its surroundings were green because of the crops and other vegetation. The streets were usually narrow and dirty with the open drainage system which gave out stinking smell. Outside the village there was a pond. There were some big shady trees on the outskirts of the village. The people in villages enjoy free air. The diet is very nourishing. They live in the bosom of nature. Farmers were seen to go to their fields along with their cattles. Under the shady trees people in general, were holding discussion, smoking and enjoying tit-bits and talks. Some were taking their lunch under these trees. Outside the village there was also a well from where villagers drew water for drinking and other uses. The village belles dressed in their lovely and multi-coloured costumes with pitchers on their heads came to take water from the well. To see them chatting and talking while coming and going is an alluring sight. After all the cool and fresh breeze of the morning, the scenes of sunset and sunrise produced the charming sights and scenes. All these made my mind fresh and lively, which I can never forget.
MY VISIT TO BAISHAKHI MELA
Bangladesh is a land of rich culture and heritage. Baishakhi Mela is a part and parcel of Bengali culture. A ‘Baishakhi Mela’ is an annual gathering. It is a gathering held in villages too. This year along with some of my friends I went to Baishakhi Mela held in the Dhanmondi Club playground. We went there in the afternoon. I found the fair bustling with life. There were various kinds of shops and stalls. They were full of different kinds of things such as toys, handicrafts, potteries, sweets and cakes and many handmade things. The potteries made by the students of Charukala Institute, Dhaka University attracted me most. I purchased some specimens of their potteries only. Prices of things were a great deal higher than I had anticipated. Several book-shops were also there. Children’s books were among them which were sold at a great number. In the evening a discussion was held in which the speakers were from intellectual level of our country. In the fair, people were thronged to different food shops. It also became a place for annual meeting for people. But the fair had a different message to give us. The cultural outlook of the young people ought to be broadened. The authorities should organise more fairs. On the whole, I enjoyed the fair most with my friends.
MY VISIT TO DHAKA
Dhaka is an old city. It remained an imaginary place to me so long because I could not see it with my own eyes. I had an opportunity, however, to see the capital of my dream when my uncle invited me to pay a visit to Dhaka and to be his guest. I availed myself of the opportunity and paid a visit to Dhaka during the last summer. During my short stay at Dhaka, I moved from place to place by bus, rickshaw and baby taxi. When I passed through Nawabpur Road, I was struck by the dazzling sight of the big shops. I went to Gulistan, the D.I.T. Avenue, and Motijheel Commercial Area. The wide and spacious National Stadium, the Baitul Mokerram Mosque, the tall and big buildings of Motijheel Commercial Area, the G.P.O and the Bangladesh all impressed me very much. Next morning I visited the Lalbag Killa, Bara Katara and Chhota Katara. These are the remnants of the Mughal rule. Here old touches and memories hover all around. At Lalbag we also saw the Tomb of Pari Bibi, the daughter of Shaistha Khan. On the way we saw the Dhakeswari Temple built by Ballal Sen. But the New Town, the Sher-e-Banglanagar, the latest extension of Dhaka and Tejgaon Industrial area presented a different sight altogether. Everything about them is new and modern. The Medical College, the University, Salimullah Muslim Hall, the High Court, the Engineer’s Institute, the Secretariat, the Assembly House, Hotel Sheraton and Sonargaon are all designed according to modern taste. The Ramna Garden, the Suhrawardy Udyan and the beautiful lawns attracted me much. I also visited the New Market, Azimpur Colony, the Gulshan Model town and derived much pleasure from their charming sights. I also went to Zia International Airport and saw planes taking off and coming down. My visit to Dhaka was of great interest. It has widened my knowledge and experience. It has given me practical knowledge which books can never give and has brought past history in vivid form before my mind’s eyes.
My Next-door Neighbour
A next-door neighbour is a person living (residing) adjacent to our house or flat. I have got a next-door neighbour named Mr. Abdul Hakim. He is about 45. He is an B. A. (Hops), M.A. M-Ed. He is a reputed Principal of a college. He is well-educated, well-behaved and well-dressed. He is very sociable, social, amiable kind, helpful, co-operative and friendly. He is very dutiful and responsible too. In a word Mr. Hakim is a very nice man. He always remains cheerful . He is never rude to anybody. He is highly respected and loved everywhere. Yet he has no pride (wkzai4 He Is a very good friend of my father. He often visits our house and asks me about my progress in studies. This noble man always advises me what I should do and what I should not do. When any members of our family fall ill, he comes first. Again, when our family faces any problem, he tries hard to solve it. He has a younger son named Jabiaryer. He is of my own age. He is very friendly and modest. We go to school and play together. Mr.Hakim is fond of fishing in the lake and canals and Jabiayer is fond of playing football and gardening, The kind-hearted next-door neighbour hardly thinks of his own betterment and interest . Now-a-days such a noble next-door neighbour is seldom found in our society. Thanks Allah! I have.got such a nice next-door neighbour. It can be said that a social life can not be successful and fruitful without a good next-door neighbour. So a next-door neighbour plays a vital role in making our life happy and comfortable.
My Favourite Poet/ Author My most favourite poet is Kazi Nazrul Islam. He is favourite to me for his patriotic writings. The literature of Bangla' ) is very old and rich in the world. Many famous poets and authors have developed Bangla literature through their writings, Kazi Nazrul Islam is one of them. His contribution is uncommon in Bangla literature. He was born in a poor but noble family at Churulia in the district of Burdwan in West Bengal in 1899. His early life was sorrowful. He lost his father in his early life. He could not receive good education owing to extreme -poverty He began his writing from his very boyhood. Almost all his writings are patriotic , many are rebellious and some negligious. I am - highly inspired (-N~ ") by his rebellious writings. His famous poem 'Bidrohi' was published after returning from the war. He wrote Agnibina (zftWI), Bisher Bashi' Badhanhara Rikter Bedon etc. One after another. he also composed many remarkable plays, dramas and songs. He was sent to jail for his rebellious writings. His writings inspires us to protect/stand against injustice and illegal activities. His writings worked as sharp as swords against the brute British rulers They also work as sharp. as swords against all odds and injustice in all ages. All classes of people, poor and rich were equal to him. This is why, Nazrul is called the Byron of Bangladesh. He passed away in August 29, 1976. Though he is dead, his writings have made him immortal. He is still alive in the heart of the Bangla speaking people.
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