<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280891530427365337</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:42:50.119-07:00</updated><category term='Cox&apos;s Bazar'/><category term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Sristi Kotha</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekuet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1280891530427365337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekuet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nilufa Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909289132490096709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SPiTnX7qPRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_G6dplA1s7g/S220/PA100009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280891530427365337.post-2841546778634754936</id><published>2008-08-24T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:27:53.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>The Biggest Celebration In Our Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bangladesh is a non-communal country, where Muslims, Hindus, Christians and Buddhists live together with common indicative Bangladeshi (Bangali). In turn of six seasons in this highly beautiful country, Bangladeshis overwhelm with various kinds of festive occasions such as &lt;em&gt;Pahela Baishakh&lt;/em&gt; (1st day of new Bengali year),&lt;em&gt; Borshaboron&lt;/em&gt; (reception of rainy season), &lt;em&gt;Nobanno Utsab &lt;/em&gt;(celebration with new crops at Hemonta), &lt;em&gt;Pahela Falgun&lt;/em&gt; (1st day of spring), &lt;em&gt;Chaitra Songkranti&lt;/em&gt; (last day of Bengali year), National mother tongue day, Independence day besides different community’s religious festivals. But I think &lt;em&gt;Pahela Baishakh&lt;/em&gt; is the biggest celebration where gay and festive Bangladeshis of various communities hold a festive of one spirit for the devotional reception of new Bengali year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of new year begins by wishing one another saying &lt;em&gt;shuvo nababarsha&lt;/em&gt; (happy new year). Every one wears same type of dresses which are combination of red and white.Men use to wear&lt;em&gt; Panjabi&lt;/em&gt; or&lt;em&gt; Fotua&lt;/em&gt; and women wear &lt;em&gt;Shari&lt;/em&gt;, some girls use Slack and &lt;em&gt;Kameez&lt;/em&gt;. Girls are ornamented with Bengali adorn. They use henna paste, bangles, various types of ornaments made by mud, flowers etc. Some peoples use &lt;em&gt;abeer&lt;/em&gt; (kind of red powder), some draw &lt;em&gt;alpona&lt;/em&gt; on their face or hand. Every one have special food in this day which is &lt;em&gt;panta&lt;/em&gt; (boiled rice soaked with water) with fried hilsa fish, uncooked onion, green chili and various kinds of &lt;em&gt;bhorta&lt;/em&gt; (one kind of cooked food) of dried fish (preserved by seasoning and drying in the sun), potato, pulse or prawn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238322931405618946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SLJC88k2_wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y5232wjcUwM/s320/Dsc01279.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Picture: A Bangladeshi girl ornamented with &lt;em&gt;Baishakhi&lt;/em&gt; adorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Many organizations and institutions arrange rally. Peoples gather in rally with colorful poster, mask etc. &lt;em&gt;Baishakhi&lt;/em&gt; fairs and cultural shows are arranged here and there. Various types of toys, potteries, handicrafts, cosmetics, fans (of a palmyra-leaf), sweetmeats etc are available in fair. &lt;em&gt;Jatra pala&lt;/em&gt; (Opera) and puppet show are attractive parts of village fair. All cultural functions in this day begins with a song by world famous poet Rabindra Nath tagore which is &lt;em&gt;aso… hey baishakh, aso… aso&lt;/em&gt; (come… oh Bishakh, come… come). Cultural functions are resounded by song, dance and poetry recitation. Most colorful and quite attractive fair and cultural functions are arranged at &lt;em&gt;Romona Botomul&lt;/em&gt; in Dhaka. Sometimes storm called &lt;em&gt;Baishakhi jhar&lt;/em&gt; occurs suddenly. Then owners of stores in fair fall in hazard little bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Some indigenous people such as &lt;em&gt;Chakma&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; Marma&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Tonchonga&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Tripura &lt;/em&gt;celebrate this day as their main festival which is called &lt;em&gt;Bijhu&lt;/em&gt;. They are overwhelmed with indigenous festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238323694992083362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SLJDpZKDyaI/AAAAAAAAABY/Nxk5ECfmaWI/s320/Dsc00326.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Picture: floor decoration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As a Bangladeshi I also enjoy this day with others of one spirit. In my childhood I and my friends bought&lt;em&gt; vandar&lt;/em&gt; (one kind of pot made by mud) from Baishakhi fair and saved money in it all around the year and in next new year we bought new dress by this money. It was a great pleasure to me. In this day we were walking about in the village fair. Riding in &lt;em&gt;Nagor- dola&lt;/em&gt; and designing hands with color were the main attraction for me. When I was a student of college, then I and my friends gathered at college campus at the starting of day and then traveled by boat in the river called &lt;em&gt;Bhairab&lt;/em&gt;. We passed our time with singsong, gossip, laugh etc. At afternoon we went at fair. The years after that I was a resident of &lt;em&gt;Rokeya&lt;/em&gt; hall at University (KUET) and here pleasant drowsiness of festival for reception of new year begins at previous night of this day. Some girls were busy with rehearsal of sing song, poetry recitation, some were busy with making poster, some were drawing &lt;em&gt;alpona&lt;/em&gt; (floor decoration of sprinkled rice flour) at hall courtyard, some were busy with designing their hands by henna paste, some were making cake for stall, some were going for festooning campus with posters. The night was passed in this way. At morning festival was started with cultural function. Some girls put mark of sandal paste on the forehead of others during the function. At the end of function we took special food for &lt;em&gt;Pahela Baishakh&lt;/em&gt;. Then we went to the stalls held by some students of the university and after that we walked about various places. We also enjoyed film show at university auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238324101393332594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SLJEBDHquXI/AAAAAAAAABg/wvUNdlaHI8A/s320/Dsc01244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Picture: Designed hands with henna paste&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238324538361832562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SLJEae9E5HI/AAAAAAAAABo/uhl8-jE8Dtk/s320/Dsc01243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture: Hands are ornamented with bangles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Like me all Bangladeshis enjoy this day. At one time this day takes farewell from us but it offers new dreams for new days and says, “happy every day of new year”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1280891530427365337-2841546778634754936?l=annekuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekuet.blogspot.com/feeds/2841546778634754936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1280891530427365337&amp;postID=2841546778634754936' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1280891530427365337/posts/default/2841546778634754936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1280891530427365337/posts/default/2841546778634754936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekuet.blogspot.com/2008/08/biggest-celebration-in-our-country.html' title='The Biggest Celebration In Our Country'/><author><name>Nilufa Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909289132490096709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SPiTnX7qPRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_G6dplA1s7g/S220/PA100009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SLJC88k2_wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y5232wjcUwM/s72-c/Dsc01279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280891530427365337.post-6482405856440516231</id><published>2008-07-25T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:29:29.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cox&apos;s Bazar'/><title type='text'>Two Days at Cox’s Bazar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few months ago I visited Cox’s Bazar with my friends and two teachers on purpose of study tour. Our bus entered at Cox’s Bazar in afternoon. There were rows of tamarisk tree on both sides of the road. Suddenly mass of water attracted our eyes from far and it seems to that the sea was greeting us with its vastness and solemnity. We also responded with shouting and joy. After a moment we went down from bus and reached at seashore through sandy-bank. Besides sea-breeze, ocean currents were touching us. After seeing the amazing view of sunset at sea-level we returned in our bus and following then we reached at hotel “Holiday In”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SInbO1hBfkI/AAAAAAAAABI/HgYnn0FV1v4/s1600-h/PIC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226949890470411842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SInbO1hBfkI/AAAAAAAAABI/HgYnn0FV1v4/s320/PIC_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture: Sunset at sea-level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; After refreshing we had delicious dinner with rice and &lt;i&gt;rupchada&lt;/i&gt; fish. Then we went Burmese market for shopping. We fussed noisily here and there of the market till night. We got up early in the morning and went to sea-beach for taking sea-bath. We overwhelmed to cast in the sea. We have also collected many sea-borne cockles there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SInbJSHfv4I/AAAAAAAAABA/ztxwwTj6IwY/s1600-h/DSC03678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226949795068755842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SInbJSHfv4I/AAAAAAAAABA/ztxwwTj6IwY/s320/DSC03678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture: We are at sea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later than we had our breakfast and went to &lt;b&gt;“Radar Station”&lt;/b&gt; to collect information to serve the main purpose of study tour. After visiting Radar station we took our lunch and started our journey to &lt;i&gt;Inani &lt;/i&gt;sea beach. What a fantastic path! There are hills on one side and sea on the other side of the road. After one hour we reached at &lt;i&gt;Inani&lt;/i&gt; sea beach. Its elegance, astonishing sight fascinated us. Again we returned back to Holiday In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SInbDPjZLpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5seE1BkDkgA/s1600-h/DSC03774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226949691301244562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SInbDPjZLpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5seE1BkDkgA/s320/DSC03774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture: Peak of &lt;strong&gt;Radar Station&lt;/strong&gt; from far &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SIna9p0qicI/AAAAAAAAAAw/35MPkl1tnL8/s1600-h/DSC03776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226949595273791938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SIna9p0qicI/AAAAAAAAAAw/35MPkl1tnL8/s320/DSC03776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Picture: We are at &lt;strong&gt;Radar Station&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After refreshing and having dinner we went to seaside for camp fire. We passed our time with humor and fun, sing-song. Roar of sea waves and glitters of stars were remarkable companion for us.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SInaz9TneGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V078PtgRglQ/s1600-h/PIC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226949428705196130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SInaz9TneGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V078PtgRglQ/s320/PIC_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -0.1in; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture: &lt;em&gt;Inani&lt;/em&gt; sea-beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -0.1in; text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt;At last we said goodbye sea-girt but my secret thought was I would come back here again and again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -0.1in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1280891530427365337-6482405856440516231?l=annekuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekuet.blogspot.com/feeds/6482405856440516231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1280891530427365337&amp;postID=6482405856440516231' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1280891530427365337/posts/default/6482405856440516231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1280891530427365337/posts/default/6482405856440516231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekuet.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-days-at-coxs-bazar.html' title='Two Days at Cox’s Bazar'/><author><name>Nilufa Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909289132490096709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SPiTnX7qPRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_G6dplA1s7g/S220/PA100009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SInbO1hBfkI/AAAAAAAAABI/HgYnn0FV1v4/s72-c/PIC_0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1280891530427365337.post-4446957071485425576</id><published>2008-07-21T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:56:58.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt;There is a nice village called Naihati at the side of river Rupsha in Khulna. I have grown up there. My name is Nilufa Parvin. Everyone called me Anne. My birth date is 23th November. I passed my childhood in this village with it’s natural beauty, my wayward behavior, mother’s angry speech, father’s love, grandmother’s worship and also with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt;I have completed B.Sc in Computer Science &amp;amp; Engineering from Khulna University of Engineering &amp;amp; Technology (KUET) in 2008. Now I am serving as programmer under LEADS Corporation Limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt;My father’s name is Ali Akbor Moral. He was a businessman. He has become star in the sky because of heart failure in the year 2001. My mother’s name is Mrs. Raushon Ara. She is a housewife. We are three sisters and I am youngest of them. Both of my elder sisters are school teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy my leisure time by playing computer games, reading novels and listening song. My favorite books are “Ispat” by Nicoli Astrovosky and “Jotsna o Jononir golpo” by Humayan Ahmed. I am fond of Rabindra songit and Back Street Boy’s songs. I also like reciting poem and drawing picture. My favorite colors are black and white. I like to have chocolate and ice cream. My favorite person is Dr. Md. Jafar Iqbal sir. I prefer autumn and rainy seasons to others. Especially autumn’s evening amuse me so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1280891530427365337-4446957071485425576?l=annekuet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annekuet.blogspot.com/feeds/4446957071485425576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1280891530427365337&amp;postID=4446957071485425576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1280891530427365337/posts/default/4446957071485425576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1280891530427365337/posts/default/4446957071485425576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annekuet.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-profile.html' title='My profile'/><author><name>Nilufa Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07909289132490096709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nwLQygykIg/SPiTnX7qPRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_G6dplA1s7g/S220/PA100009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
