(From previous issue)Consider the word fetch, meaning to “go get and bring to.” Until recently a standard word of full dignity (“Fetch me, I pray thee, a little water in a vessel”-I Kings 17:10), it has become slightly tainted. Perhaps the command latent in it is resented as undemocratic. Or maybe its use in training dogs to retrieve has made some people feel that it is an undignified word to apply to human beings. But, whatever the reason, there is...
Case Management and Court Administration in Bangladesh By Dr. Md. AkhtaruzzamanAdditional District and Session Judge“Justice delayed is justice denied” is...
Haiku :Ashraful Musaddeq Waiting good nighttime everyone sweet dream is on the pillow waiting for sunrise Wish grief and anguish two petals of lovely plant happy morning friend Worship the last day of spring a flower on the torso worship reviving The mistaken loveShamsul Alam Belal All silent words hidden into my unfiltered thoughts Tell me a tale of bereavement covered into a smile. All my warm breaths splashing along her bosom Make me a fool like the helpless shepherd...
Bergen Evans :Mr. Evans position is that the dictionary neither snickers nor denounces. It records. He finds the Third International a modern scientific work to which readers may turn to find out how the language is used today, not how it should be used. He takes to task reviewers whose criticisms show that they “seem unable to read the Third International and unwilling to read the Second.” The storm of abuse in the popular press that greeted the appearance of...
Gilbert Highet : (From previous issue)He rarely saw his land and seldom visited his home. His Christmases were formal and public; brilliant, but not warm; not holidays. But now, after his final retirement, he had time to look back on earlier Christmases. Some of them were very strange. Christmas of 1751 he had spent at sea. His elder brother Lawrence, frail and overworked, sailed to Barbados for a winter cruise, and George accompanied him. On November 3rd, they landed at...
Holy touch :Shamsul Alam Belal When a touchstone touches a metal,It becomes a piece of gold, When a butterfly sits on a rose petal, It becomes unusually bold, When a King only kisses his Queen, She says, it’s not adequate, When Ghalib winks an eye at a teen, Everyone becomes a poet, There are thousand more fine things Yet to be heard and seen, Before we go to Paradise that brings For all of us divine green....
Gilbert Highet :The old gentleman was riding round his land. He had retired several years ago, after a busy career;...
Journalist Sayed Eqbal Rezvi :Sayeda Dolly EqbalYesterday, the 15th January was the 4th death anniversary of my father Sayed Eqbal...
M. Mizanur Rahman :(From previous issue)‘He collected more than 10,000 folk songs, some of which has been included in his song compilations Jari Gaan and Murshidi Gaan. He also wrote voluminously on the interpretation and philosophy of Bengali folklore.’ Jasim Uddin taught Bengali Language and Literature in the Dhaka University as a lecturer in 1938 and left it in 1944 and joined the Government service in the department of Information and broadcasting and served there as the deputy director until...
A few unreal moments :Shamsul Alam Belal I want to ride on the chariot of love, I want to play my flute day and night, I want to sing the song of a Spring dawn, I want to sketch out your golden beauty, I want to kiss your forehead in frenzied love, In the dazzled light of wild dream That rises from the far-off supremacy. Hold me, my dear, into your arms’ fold And let the history create a new...
M. Mizanur Rahman :Jasim Uddin (1st Jan 1903-13th March, 1976) is popularly known as ‘Polli Kobi’ (poet of village-folks) in...
Nikola Yonkov Vaptsarov ; (7 December 1909 – 23 July 1942) was a Bulgarian poet, communist and revolutionary. Working most...