Sometimes things turn the way you have never expected...and when you fight to make it right...may be for your own selfish motives (because you were getting hit by the unexpected turning)...or may be for some greater good (sometimes fighting for your own good has its effect on other's life as well...and the effect is positive)...you find yourself deserted...as if you're an untouchable...or a criminal.
I felt so...may be because it was the protest against the management of that organization which is providing the bread for my peers...and I was foolish in expecting those peers to stand for me...
I was said that I always protest...because I'm a bengalee...and making noise is in our genes...
Is it true??? Those words have hit me hard...and forced me to re-think my pride of being a bengalee...I thought...I thought hard...and my pride remained where it was...or you can say...it has increased many folds...
I am a proud Bengalee...I belong to those who have always made India proud...and I'm proud because I still have the urge to protest (may be its genetic but its certainly not mere noise)...I' m proud because I can still stand tall when all forces try to put me down.
Subho Nabobarsho to all my Bengalee friends...
"Hote pare amader gaan keu rakhbe na mone dhore...
Hariye jabo amra shamoyer agochore...
.... .... ....
Keu januk nai ba januk...
Keu manuk nai ba manuk...
Ami likhbo swapno amar kobitai...
Je ja bole boluk...
Han choluk nai ba choluk...
Hok na shamoi jatoi bhabarkranto...
Brishti namuk nai ba namuk...
Jhar uthuk nai ba uthuk...
Phool futuk nai ba futuk...
Aj hok na rong fekashe akshe..."
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