Dhaka, Apr 14 — The nation has celebrated Pahela Baishakh (first day of the Bengali month Baishakh), the first day of the 'Nababarsha' with new hopes, aspirations and joy.
People from all corners around the country celebrated the day.
There were colourful processions, fairs and cultural programmes in cities and towns.
The central attraction of Pahela Baishakh on Wednesday was the cultural programme of Chhayanaut at Ramna Batamul that started at the crack of dawn as it has for 40 years now.
Like every year, the musical programme included devotional and patriotic songs.
The Fine Art Institute of Dhaka University brought out a colourful procession with floats designed after birds and animals.
The day was celebrated amid tight security following the 2001 bomb attack at the Chhayanaut programme.
The three-day programme of Shilpakala Academy began Wednesday.
Traditional Baishakhi fairs were also organised by the Shishu Aacdemy, Bangla Academy and Sonargaon Crafts Foundation.
Around 8,000 law enforcers including the RAB, SWAT, police and intelligence officers were equipped with dog squads, CCTV cameras and, for the first time, infra-red cameras to ensure maximum security.
Awami League brought out a rally from Bahadur Shah Park while the BNP held a cultural show at Muktangon besides the opposition leader's midnight party.
According to the government calendar, Pahela Baishakh falls on Apr 14, but according to the traditional calendar (panjika) it should fall on Apr 15.
President Zillur Rahman hosted a reception for those awarded the Swadhinata and Ekushey Padak awards, along with notable writers, poets and other dignitaries.
Prime minister Sheikh Hasina and cabinet members also attended.
Hasina also greeted people from different corners of the country at her residence in the morning, while she met ministers, parliament members, party leaders and supporters.
Leader of the opposition Khaleda Zia, however, celebrated the Bengali New Year on Tuesday night.
It was for the first time that the BNP celebrated the advent of the Bengali new year at the stroke of midnight although the traditional practice is to begin the celebrations at the crack of dawn.
The programme, attended by the BNP leaders and supporters, included a cultural show and traditional food.
The mass media has been airing special programmes marking the day.
Upazila, district and divisional administrations also organised colourful cultural shows, discussions and village fairs.
All prisons, hospitals and orphanages provided their inmates with improved diet.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Our Baishakh dreams and prayers
LET there be a celebration of the Bengali spirit today. It is a spirit that has done us well through the centuries. Baishakh is a good deal more than a simple beginning of a new year. It is, indeed, a paean to heritage, a highlighting of the cultural traditions we are heir to. Baishakh is a harkening back to the past in as much as it is a comprehension of the present and a prediction of the future.
If the past was our beginning, through inaugurating a new season of mists and mellow fruitfulness and that in a gathering of nature's fresh offering sprouting from Bengal's soil, the present is that moving moment in time when we come of age, with every fair breeze that blows by. The future will be what we make of it, conceived as it will be in the dreams we shape about the place of this people's republic in the global scheme of things.
This morning, on yet another inaugural day of Baishakh, our dreams get the better of the banalities we live through. Those dreams come in association with the prayers we have on offer, before the Lord of the Universe, outpourings of the heart that keep us riveted to the thought that the land is as much ours as we are the land's.
Our dreams come wrapped in the glory of our attainments of the past. They zoom in on the soul, on the endless songs it has sung of a Golden Bengal someday coming to truly define our collective being as a nation. That people will have enough to eat, that they will have cause for mirth and laughter, that they will sing of the joys of being alive is a thought we push forth a little more this morning.
It is a thought passed on to us by Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, by the brave men who steered the nation to freedom under the banner of the Mujibnagar government, by the three million Bengalis, our own, who bit the dust in order for us to reach out for the stars. That is the essence of our dreams. And yet there is more.
On Pahela Baishakh, we dare to dream of old injustices crumbling away through bringing all those aging collaborators of the Pakistan occupation army before the law, the better to let the world know that as good people, as citizens of a poor but self-respecting country, we do not let ancient dishonour ride roughshod over us. We do not forget; and we will not forgive before we have the guilty do penance for the crime of committing outrage against their own people.
And there are other dreams. We dream of a society where secular politics will be the governing principle of this land. That this is a nation of Bengalis of all religious beliefs and persuasions, that it is Bengali nationalism we will uphold despite the predatory instincts of men only too ready to go tribal, is a dream we pursue on the steamy streets and in the quiet villages of this country. We go on dreaming . . . of the indigenous people of Bangladesh, of its original inhabitants, being able to live a life to their satisfaction.
That no one not from their timeless expanse of geography will terrorise them any more, that no one will be audacious enough to burn down their huts and turn them into frightened refugees in the land of their ancestors, that their young will not be shot as they defend their honour and their heritage, that their children will unleash their imagination in the language of their fathers is a dream we weave in the arbour of our hearts this morning.
And we pray that the remnants of darkness will flee on the dawn of our shaping of dreams. We pray that those who have corrupted themselves through unmitigated exploitation of national resources will not return to commandeer high office again. We pray that the men, in politics and in academia, who have in the past mutilated the history of Bangladesh will no more emerge on to the highway to make a mess of our lives again.
Our prayers are for a redemption of the old spirit . . . that there will arise in this country of poetry and struggle leaders who have the stature and the intellectual accomplishment to lead us out of the woods and into a gleaming valley of justified hubris brought on by our collective pride in a coruscating past.
Our prayers reach up to the heavens this morning, for they relate to what we mean to do below on the portion of earth we inhabit as Bengalis. That we will build on the aspirations of our parents' generation, that we will pass the torch, glowing in good cheer, on to our children in order for them to pass it on to their children is a prayer that flows from our souls on this new day of a new year.
On Pahela Baishakh, we dream of a twinkling city on the hill that will speak to us of the fulfillment of the dreams which Rabindranath Tagore shaped along the banks of the Jamuna, which Kazi Nazrul Islam forged in the intensity of dark misery, which Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman held aloft through blood and fire and human endurance down the winding passages of our journey into nationhood over time. We dream of happiness in starlight. We pray, for stars to dot the firmament of our expectations.
If the past was our beginning, through inaugurating a new season of mists and mellow fruitfulness and that in a gathering of nature's fresh offering sprouting from Bengal's soil, the present is that moving moment in time when we come of age, with every fair breeze that blows by. The future will be what we make of it, conceived as it will be in the dreams we shape about the place of this people's republic in the global scheme of things.
This morning, on yet another inaugural day of Baishakh, our dreams get the better of the banalities we live through. Those dreams come in association with the prayers we have on offer, before the Lord of the Universe, outpourings of the heart that keep us riveted to the thought that the land is as much ours as we are the land's.
Our dreams come wrapped in the glory of our attainments of the past. They zoom in on the soul, on the endless songs it has sung of a Golden Bengal someday coming to truly define our collective being as a nation. That people will have enough to eat, that they will have cause for mirth and laughter, that they will sing of the joys of being alive is a thought we push forth a little more this morning.
It is a thought passed on to us by Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, by the brave men who steered the nation to freedom under the banner of the Mujibnagar government, by the three million Bengalis, our own, who bit the dust in order for us to reach out for the stars. That is the essence of our dreams. And yet there is more.
On Pahela Baishakh, we dare to dream of old injustices crumbling away through bringing all those aging collaborators of the Pakistan occupation army before the law, the better to let the world know that as good people, as citizens of a poor but self-respecting country, we do not let ancient dishonour ride roughshod over us. We do not forget; and we will not forgive before we have the guilty do penance for the crime of committing outrage against their own people.
And there are other dreams. We dream of a society where secular politics will be the governing principle of this land. That this is a nation of Bengalis of all religious beliefs and persuasions, that it is Bengali nationalism we will uphold despite the predatory instincts of men only too ready to go tribal, is a dream we pursue on the steamy streets and in the quiet villages of this country. We go on dreaming . . . of the indigenous people of Bangladesh, of its original inhabitants, being able to live a life to their satisfaction.
That no one not from their timeless expanse of geography will terrorise them any more, that no one will be audacious enough to burn down their huts and turn them into frightened refugees in the land of their ancestors, that their young will not be shot as they defend their honour and their heritage, that their children will unleash their imagination in the language of their fathers is a dream we weave in the arbour of our hearts this morning.
And we pray that the remnants of darkness will flee on the dawn of our shaping of dreams. We pray that those who have corrupted themselves through unmitigated exploitation of national resources will not return to commandeer high office again. We pray that the men, in politics and in academia, who have in the past mutilated the history of Bangladesh will no more emerge on to the highway to make a mess of our lives again.
Our prayers are for a redemption of the old spirit . . . that there will arise in this country of poetry and struggle leaders who have the stature and the intellectual accomplishment to lead us out of the woods and into a gleaming valley of justified hubris brought on by our collective pride in a coruscating past.
Our prayers reach up to the heavens this morning, for they relate to what we mean to do below on the portion of earth we inhabit as Bengalis. That we will build on the aspirations of our parents' generation, that we will pass the torch, glowing in good cheer, on to our children in order for them to pass it on to their children is a prayer that flows from our souls on this new day of a new year.
On Pahela Baishakh, we dream of a twinkling city on the hill that will speak to us of the fulfillment of the dreams which Rabindranath Tagore shaped along the banks of the Jamuna, which Kazi Nazrul Islam forged in the intensity of dark misery, which Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman held aloft through blood and fire and human endurance down the winding passages of our journey into nationhood over time. We dream of happiness in starlight. We pray, for stars to dot the firmament of our expectations.
Pahela Baishakh reminds them of the tragedy
Nine years after the heinous grenade attack at Ramna Batamul in the capital during Pahela Baishakh (Bangla New Year) celebrations, family members of three slain victims were found crying, remembering the untimely departure of their near and dear ones.
Talking to The Daily Star, they demanded exemplary punishment to those who were involved in the attack. The horrifying memories of the incident are still fresh in their mind.
Al-Mamun, 23, Reazul, 22, and Shilpi, 20, three cousins and college students in Baufal upazila of Patuakhali, went to Ramna Batamul together to join the Pahela Baishakh celebration but all of them were killed in the grenade attack.
They were among the 10 people who were killed in April 14, 2001 grenade attack that also left over 100 others injured.
"When Pahela Boishakh comes close every year, my pain increases as I lost my son on this day. I buried all my hopes here nine years back," said Al-Mamun's mother Nur Jahan, showing his grave.
"Can you tell me why my son was killed?" she threw the question.
“We want to know the names of masterminds behind the cowardly mayhem and see their punishment,” Kashem Gazi, father of Al-Mamun, said when this correspondent visited his house at Kachipara in Baufal upazila.
Parvin, sister-in-law of Shilpi, said she rushed to the spot immediately after hearing the news of the blast. Doctors declared all of them dead at BSMMU Hospital, said Parvin who was living in Dhaka during the time. Shilpi stayed at her house to celebrate the programme on Bangla New Year.
"I forbade my son to join any gathering but he didn't listen," said Shamsul Haq Gazi, father of Reazul.
Every year the family members arrange milad mahfil and special prayers for salvation of the departed souls. The New Year now brings tear for them instead of joy after the death of their near and dear ones, they said
Talking to The Daily Star, they demanded exemplary punishment to those who were involved in the attack. The horrifying memories of the incident are still fresh in their mind.
Al-Mamun, 23, Reazul, 22, and Shilpi, 20, three cousins and college students in Baufal upazila of Patuakhali, went to Ramna Batamul together to join the Pahela Baishakh celebration but all of them were killed in the grenade attack.
They were among the 10 people who were killed in April 14, 2001 grenade attack that also left over 100 others injured.
"When Pahela Boishakh comes close every year, my pain increases as I lost my son on this day. I buried all my hopes here nine years back," said Al-Mamun's mother Nur Jahan, showing his grave.
"Can you tell me why my son was killed?" she threw the question.
“We want to know the names of masterminds behind the cowardly mayhem and see their punishment,” Kashem Gazi, father of Al-Mamun, said when this correspondent visited his house at Kachipara in Baufal upazila.
Parvin, sister-in-law of Shilpi, said she rushed to the spot immediately after hearing the news of the blast. Doctors declared all of them dead at BSMMU Hospital, said Parvin who was living in Dhaka during the time. Shilpi stayed at her house to celebrate the programme on Bangla New Year.
"I forbade my son to join any gathering but he didn't listen," said Shamsul Haq Gazi, father of Reazul.
Every year the family members arrange milad mahfil and special prayers for salvation of the departed souls. The New Year now brings tear for them instead of joy after the death of their near and dear ones, they said
Welcome Pahela Baishakh
TODAY, the Bangla New Year's Day, is being celebrated throughout Bangladesh with traditional enthusiasm and festivities. The first day of the month of Baishakh is counted as the first day in the Bangla Calendar. The observance of Pahela Baishakh has survived notwithstanding two hundred years of colonial rule. In fact, Pahela Baishakh has its origins rooted deep in the culture and tradition of this country and is an occasion of traditional and cultural festivities of its people.
An essentially indigenous celebration, the history of the day is traced back centuries ago to the rule of the imperial Mughals who once held sway over the entire Indian subcontinent including its richest part, Bengal. It was from the custom of the Mughal emperor Akbar that the tradition of paying their taxes to the emperor's coffers by his subjects developed at around the first day of the Bangla month of Baishakh. Therefore, the first of Baishakh came to be recognised as a sort of official start of activities or opening of fresh accounts books for the year, and this gradually developed into a rich tradition.
Most businesses on this day carry out the practice of halkhata, which means the opening of updated accounts books closing old accounts, and celebrate it with jovial functions and distribution of sweets. Special dishes are prepared and served at many homes to add to the aura of the celebration. A feature of the celebrations is the holding of melas (fairs) with displays of local artistic products. Musical soirees are also organised. All these festivities form a part of the distinctive cultural trait of the people. This is one occasion - apart from Independence and Victory days, and the Ekushey February - on which people, irrespective of their religion, caste or colour differences, throng the same venues to share festivities.
An essentially indigenous celebration, the history of the day is traced back centuries ago to the rule of the imperial Mughals who once held sway over the entire Indian subcontinent including its richest part, Bengal. It was from the custom of the Mughal emperor Akbar that the tradition of paying their taxes to the emperor's coffers by his subjects developed at around the first day of the Bangla month of Baishakh. Therefore, the first of Baishakh came to be recognised as a sort of official start of activities or opening of fresh accounts books for the year, and this gradually developed into a rich tradition.
Most businesses on this day carry out the practice of halkhata, which means the opening of updated accounts books closing old accounts, and celebrate it with jovial functions and distribution of sweets. Special dishes are prepared and served at many homes to add to the aura of the celebration. A feature of the celebrations is the holding of melas (fairs) with displays of local artistic products. Musical soirees are also organised. All these festivities form a part of the distinctive cultural trait of the people. This is one occasion - apart from Independence and Victory days, and the Ekushey February - on which people, irrespective of their religion, caste or colour differences, throng the same venues to share festivities.
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