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  • pãkaS - pircy baiàxk •‡sb - 27 ojò, 1418

    (11 † jun, 2011)

    pircy pircaln simit

    sBapit : ŸkOiSk imº

    sH sBapit : AeSak B´acaàZY

    saDarN sÚpadk: si²t sanYal

    sa„«âitk sÚpadk : stYbãt sa•

    ŸkaxaDYQ : Simt B´acaàZY

    •pedña : ri²t bsak w inr›pm basu

    baiàxk piºka sÚpadk - Ainemx cÆÅ

    pircy

    Ÿpañ b¤ - 206073

    in• ŸHeBn, kaeni¢kaF - 06530

    †-Ÿml - [email protected] www.parichoyct.org

  • sBapitr kTa

    দেখতে দেখতে দেতে দে আর এেো বছর. োতছর াোতের রং ররবেতন তা আর এেবার...."ররচয়" া রে ২০ বছতর. ১৯৯১ া দেতে যাত্রা লরু ু েতর আজ "ররচয়" ূর্ত দযৌবনম্পন্না. আতমররোর এেটি প্রাতে োরিতয় রনর বন েতর চততছ বঙ্গংসৃ্করের মধৃ্ধ ধারা. আজ এই রবংলরে বত্তরর প্রাক্কাত োরিতয় আরম ধনযবাে জানাই আমাতের প্রবীন েযতের অল্কাে ররশ্রতম বন েতররছতন এই ংস্থার বীজ আর রনয়রমে োতে দচন েতরতছন োতের উত্া, অনতুপ্ররর্া এবং ংসৃ্করেে ম্পতে. আরম স্বােে জানাই সকল নবীন েযতের োতের নবভাবনা এবং ধারর্ার রূমাধরুী দে উত্েৃষ্ট েতরতছন এই ংস্থাতে.

    রবশ্বেরব রবীন্দ্রনাে ঠাকুতরর াধতলেবত ল এবছর ররচয় এর বারতে অনষু্ঠান েরবেরু ু মতর্ েরা তয়তছ. এ বছতরর ব অনষু্ঠাতনই োই দই মান েরবর রচরবজু রচরনু্দর স্পলত অনভুব েরা যায়.

    আমার রবশ্বা, ররচয় েো বঙ্গংসৃ্করের এই মান ঐরেতযর ধারা দে আমরা েতর তযারেোয় সু্থ ভাতব বন েতর এরেতয় যাব. আলা রারখ আোমী বতত এইরেমই নু্দর মতনারঞ্জে অনষু্ঠান আমরা আনাতের ামতন প্রস্তুে েতর েতর লভুোমনায় ধনয ব.

    ধনযবাোতে, দেৌরলে রমত্র, ভারে, ররচয় ররচান রমরে, ১১ই জনু, ২০১১ োতনেটিোে, আতমররো যকু্তরাষ্ট্র

  • Anuòan sUcI

    27 ojYò 1418

    (11† jun 2011)

    Anuòan s‚alk - iSbanI B´acaàZY, AeSak B´acaàZY w jiyta bsak

    •eÃaDnI s˜It - pirceyr iSì iSæpIbâÆd

    pircalna - Simta basu

    ÷agt Baxn

    ŸCaFedr nâtYanòan - CuiFr VneÆd

    nâtY pirebSna :- SãIya sanYal, AenÓxa cÆÅ, sayiÇ»ka B´acaàZY, ra†ma omº, SãIijta paº, vixka sa•,

    VeBir bsak, ŸøHn mjumdar, vjul muKaiàj

    gãÇùna - AeSak cº¡àb¹I

    DaraBaxY paf :- vixka omº

    nâtY pircalna w pirkæpna - paemil bsak w si‚ta omº

    s˜Itanuòan - ribikrN

    s˜It pirebSna - simt B´acaàZY, igirja S„kr Bƒu…—Ya, klYan muKaiàj, ŸsOnk mjumdar, sulgÈa sanYal,

    Simta basu, kó¼rI Ÿsn Bƒu…—Ya, ŸgOrI cYaFaiàj, si‚ta omº, parimta mjumdar, jiyta bsak, paemil

    bsak

    s˜It pircalna - kó¼rI Ÿsn Bƒu…—Ya

    DaraBaxY rcna - kó¼rI Ÿsn Bƒu…—Ya DaraBaxY paf - klYan muKaiàj w suisMta muKaiàj

    kI Ÿbaàh - iSbajI cYaFaiàj , miÆdra - rtþa muKaiàj

    tbla s˜t - ŸsOimº bYanaiàj

    ŸCaFedr naFk - KYaitr ibRÜna

    A„S gãHen - vxB bsak , sayn basu, iniq kàmkar, iºxa kàmkar, vixka omº, ŸkOó»B imº, AiniÆdta

    cº¡bà¹I, SrNYa muKaiàj, ŸrOnk Bƒu…—Ya, Aiàkn muKaiàj, sÝb sa• w iSmul bink

    pircalna - Simta basu w Ÿsama imº

    pirceyr •¬c-ibdYaly øatk Caº/CaºIedr purôar ibtrN

    nâtYnaFY - icºa˜da

    nâtY pirebSna :- kó¼rI Ÿsn Bƒu…—Ya, Ar›ÉtI ray, ŸgOrI cYaFaiàj, si‚ta omº, parimta mjumdar,

    jiyta bsak, suisMta muKaiàj, parimta muKaiàj, seHil ŸGax, Ÿsama cº¡àb¹I, ŸdbtIàT ŸGax w tainya cÆÅ

    nâtY pircalna - tainya cÆÅ

    rœp-s°a - igirja S„kr Bƒu…—Ya

    sHeZaigtay - Ainemx cÆÅ

    ibrit

    naFk - Vmar iHyar maeJ

    AiBney - intY cº¡àb¹I, Ÿsama cº¡àb¹I, simt B´acaàZY, sulgÈa sanYal, inr›pm basu, parimta mjumdar,

    Ainemx cÆÅ, mindIpa muKaiàj,

    AitTI iSæpI - VeBir bsak, Ar›ÉtI ray, ŸgOrI cYaFaiàj

    rcna w ineàdSna - AeSak cº¡àb¹I

    s˜It s„eZajn - Ainemx cÆÅ

  • Program Menu

    (11th June, 2011)

    Program Coordinators:- Shibani Bhattacharya, Ashoke Bhattacharjee and Joyita Basak

    Introductory Song: Child artists of Parichoy Direction: Shamita Basu

    Welcome Message Kid’s Dance Recital: - “Chutir Anonde”

    Participants: Anwesha Chandra, Shriya Sanyal, Sayontika Bhattacharya, Raima Maitra, Sreejita Patra, Rishika Sau, Abheri Basak, Snehan Majumdar and Rijul Mukherjee Narration: Rishika Maitra Planning and Direction:- Sanchita Maitra and Pameli Basak

    Music Recital: “RabiKiron” Participants: Samit Bhattacharya, Girija Shankar Bhunia, Kalyan Mukherjee, Sounak Majumdar, Sulagna Sanyal, Shamita Basu, Kasturi Sen Bhunia, Sanchita Maitra, Paramita Majumdar, Joyita Basak and Pameli Basak Music Direction: Kasturi Sen Bhunia Script: - Kasturi Sen Bhunia Narration: Kalyan Mukherjee and Sushmita Mukherjee KeyBoard: Shibaji Chatterjee Mandira: Ratna Mukherjee Tabla: Dr Soumitra R Banerjee

    Kid’s Drama: “Khyatir Birombana” Participants: - Rishav Basak, Sayan Basu, Nikki Karmakar, Trisha Karmakar, Rishika Maitra, Kaustav Mitra, Anindita Chakraborty, Sharanya Mukherjee, Rounak Bhunia, Arkin Mukherjee, Sambhab Sau and Shimul Banik Direction: Shamita Basu and Soma Mitra

    Prize distribution to High School Graduates of Parichoy Dance Drama: “Chitrangada”

    Participants: - Kasturi Sen Bhunia, Arundhati Roy, Gouri Chatterjee, Sanchita Maitra, Paramita Majumdar, Joyita Basak, Sushmita Mukherjee, Paromita Mukherjee, Saheli Ghosh, Soma Chakraborty, Debtirtha Ghosh and Tania Chandra Dance Direction: Tania Chandra Dress Designing: Girija Shankar Bhunia Assistance: Animesh Chandra

    Interval Drama: “Aamar Hiyar Majhe”

    Participants: Nita Chakraborty, Soma Chakraborty, Samit Bhattacharya, Sulagna Sanyal, Nirupam Basu, Paramita Majumdar, Animesh Chandra, Manideepa Mukherjee Guest Artists: Abheri Basak, Arundhati Roy, Gouri Chatterjee Written and Directed by: Ashok Chakraborty Music Editor: Animesh Chandra

  • In the Distance…. Rishav Basak

    It was covered in a shawl of royal blue Showered with an immenseness of powder, I could see Propped up in a world, looking indolent O, what could it be? Filled with green, the color of grass Capsized, it lay slowly becoming a rambunctious storm Its eyelids closed ever so tight O, what was this fantastical form? My eyes captured a red florid complexion Meddling with others, I think there were three Bundled in comfort, rather flamboyant Had I fallen into a reverie? Twas’ sparkling intensely quixotic violet Laid atop an ocean ever so bright Catching my eye, it took a boisterous flight The magnanimous color was rather an eye-catching sight. Ironically, indigo split the heavenly arc Leaving me pondering, cerulean raised a clamorous hullabaloo Staying chastened, it was rather abstruse Yet the ambiguous semblance wasn’t volatile. Could this be true? After noticing the hapless hue of honey, And its undaunted pause after foreboding havoc and insufferable It lay venerable and taut with much need audacity And was numinous with no prudence or mercy. Quite odd was orange, the strangest one of the agglomeration Clustered in the mezzo of a soldier and an angel It was awfully trepid obviating This serendipity I have has made me cheerful. This frabjous arc, not sinister at all Rather nimble, it is a form that should be prominent Not querulous, looking spurious, it fostered my love I am fortuitous to land upon this rainbow, being ever so brilliant.

  • Spring Sayan Basu

    The flowers blooming,

    The rains pouring. The sunlight gleaming,

    The beauty roaring.

    The scent of freshness, flowing through the air.

    Children come out, without a scare.

    Dandelion fluff,

    Floating through the sky. The pretty scenery,

    Elating emotions up high.

    The shouts and screams, Of happiness from all ages.

    Spring definitely, Has no cages.

    The LORD Trisha Karmaker

    Light fills every room You enter O’ almighty! O’ merciful One! Radiant Lord, I pray to You with Holy OM Destroy our fears, and protect us.

  • The EAGLE Nikki Karmaker

    The amazing eagle, standing proud and tall, Watches carefully, among the misty air of a mountain, His golden beak sharp as a knife, opens up to let out a call. The huge, massive body leans forward as the majestic wings stretch out, He pushes off, soaring high and fast through the clear, blue sky, His wings are strong against the warm air. As his sharp, oval eyes spot his prey, he swoops down gracefully, The intelligent bird, claws out, grips the prey, He then swiftly flies up from the ground gripping the rabbit. His mate calls out, happily, seeing him return, She greets him with a soft peck on the head, And they both enjoy their food.

  • Snow Shama Banik

    As the winter months approach us and the year comes to an end, there’s only one thing on my mind: SNOW. I love the cold winter months, the smell of wood burning in fire place, the smell of chestnut roasting in the fire, bundling up in coats and hats. But most importantly, I love the snow. With snow comes snow days and snow days mean everyone’s happy and in a good mood. Children get to stay home from school (catch up/ get more time for projects), teachers get to stay home and parents have an excuse to force their kids into shoveling. Don’t get me wrong – I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the snow. I mean, I live for winter and all the snow storms. But this year it was all too much. You know, in the beginning of the snowfall (the 3-5 inches), I was fine. My sister and I built snowman, we had a neighborhood snowball fight (boys against girls off course) and all was well (well mostly because the girls won the fight – oh yeah!!). But then we got hit with the monster storm (or so I thought). Fairfield got a grand total of a whooping 10-12” of snow. Shoveling that much snow was hard work! Gosh you wouldn’t believe the mountains we created with all the snow! But just as I was done shoveling my driveway; the snow plow came by and dumped a load of snow right back into my driveway! On top of that, my dad and I had to go and help my neighbors shoveling their driveway. Once that was done and over with, I figured we’d get more snow – but I figured we’d get somewhere around 4-5” but nothing over that. Boy was I wrong! In the following weeks, we continued to get snowfall from 5-8” – every other day! It got to the point where I would go to school every other day! At first I enjoyed the numerous amounts of snow days, but then it just got boring. We couldn’t go anywhere due to the snow and there were no projects or homework to catch upon. The snowfall got so bad to the point where my parents as well as Pinky Auntie and Prabir Uncle went out every single day in search of snow plow. Too bad all the snow plows were sold. And I ‘m not even exaggerating when I say ALL of the snow plows were gone and sold – we went to Sears only to find that out of desperation Sears began to put out their Summer Patio Collection!!!!! The only snow plow thye had left was a 3X6 feet monstrosity. And then (that following week) we got hit with “THE STORM”. Fairfield got a grand total of 22” – and we had to no snow plow to help clear out our driveway. No, instead we had 4 shovels and 4 people to help clear out all 22” of snow. There was so much snow my neighbor’s dog came outside only to be utterly confused as to where she could go to use the bathroom (ha! ha! ha!). There was so much snow; my parents (Uttam and Jayasree Banik) felt the need to wake my sister and I up at 4 am. See, my parents had to get to work at 7 am so in order for them to do so, they had to wake up so we can assist in digging our way out of the house via the driveway.

  • Together we shoveled our way out creating (ready for this!) 6 feet tall mountains on both sides of our driveway. We even managed to shovel out of the snow the city snowplows shoveled off the streets creating compact snow at the front of our driveway. By the time we finished shoveling the driveway, it was 10 am. We had to spend 6 whooping hours cleaning out driveway. By the end of it all, I could not feel my arms or nose or toes – but it was all worth it in the end. See, both my sister and I were rewarded breakfast from Dunkin Donuts and a trip to the mall (for a shopping spree of course). So even though we got 2 days taken off our April breaks my parents never got to work on time that day as we got 4 days added to the end of year. I still love the snow and if the forecast says we’re in for another monster snow storm, I would never laugh and say BRING IT ON!

  • My Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather Rishika Maitra

    Last summer I went to India to visit my grandparents. They live in a state called West Bengal which is very close to Himalayan Mountain Range. The name of the town is Jalpaiguri. After a long journey in plane when I reached there I was totally exhausted. That afternoon when my grandpa asked me that am I in a mood to see something special, I was not really ready. But just to make him happy, I said yes. I rode in my grandpa’s small scooter (you don’t need a car, because it’s a small town). He took me to the centre of the town and stopped in front of a statue of an old man. I

    was little bit disappointed and asked who he is. My grandpa told me that he is my great great great great grandfather and he was the one who actually the founder of this town. Then I couldn’t resist myself and the question came out from my mouth that “Do you really mean that one of my ancestors was the first one to come and live in this town?” My grandpa nodded his head. Immediately millions of questions started popping up in my mind and I wanted to know it all at once. But my grandpa asked me to have patience and we headed home. After a good night of sleep next morning

    we started the discussion in the breakfast table. It started almost 350 years back. My Great Great Great Great Grandfather’s name was Durga Prasad Chattopadhyay. He was the wisest man of the town of Bardhaman.

    Nobody could beat him in Tarka-Vidya or the Science of Debate, Vada-Vidya or the Science of Discussion. But one day what happened that the Maharaja (king) of Bardhaman somehow managed to defeat him. At that time he couldn’t accept this fact. In that very day he left Bardhaman and started walking. At that period of time only form of transportation that was available was through the river. He couldn’t afford that because he left the place almost empty-handed. He walked for days

  • and reached in a place after travelling almost three hundred miles. That place was all forest and only people who used live in that area was Rajbansi Tribal. They used to survive on the fruits from the forest and hunting. They had no education and they were totally disconnected from the rest of the world. Since they gave shelter to Durga he started to work towards development of that place and people. He first started to educate them. He also tried to clean up some part of the forest area and stared to grow crops. He trained the local tribal people to do business for wealth. They cut woods from forest and started to supply them to different cities through the river. Pretty soon that unknown area was really flourished and turned into a small town .He named the town Jalpaiguri. Starting from Durga Prasad, his son Lalit mohan continued to work on the development of that area. After four generations, my mom’s family still leaves there.

    That little town is now a district town and the area is 6227 sq km and Population: 100,212.

    Modern Jalpaguri a narrow stretch of land lying between the Sikkim - Darjeeling Himalayas and Gangetic West Bengal has more than often evoked a sense of both eerie and romanticism in many a heart. Veined by mighty rivers like the Teesta,Torsa,

    Jaldhaka, Dyna, Neora, Sankosh etc. this piece of land has been aptly named as the land of 'Tea, Timber & Tourism'. A major stretch of area is bordered in the north by Bhutan and hence the name - DOOARS/DUARS which mean - Door of Bhutan. Since it all started from one

    man’ s hard work, two years ago the local municipal corporation

    established a statue of Durga Prasad at the heart of the town and named one of the main roads as Durga Prasad Chatterjee Sarani. As my grandpa was telling me the story my eyes started watering. I felt really proud to be in a place that was actually built by my great great great great grandfather long ,long time ago.

    Map of the district of Jalpaiguri

  • The Seven Continents Anindita Chakravarty

    My name is Anindita Chakravarty. I am a second grader in West Hills elementary school in Rocky hill. In our class we have recently learned about the Seven Continents which I would like to share. There are seven continents. The largest continent is Asia and the smallest continent is Australia. Asia has most populated countries of the world and some of the oldest civilizations. Europe has many small countries, some of these counties are very cold and some are hot. North America is a large continent; it has many countries and some very hot

    deserts. Antarctica is the coldest continent so only some plants grow there and some animals can live there. In Australia there are many deserts and many unusual animals and there is water all round it. We also learned about 4 main oceans that surround these continents. They are Pacific Ocean, Indian Ocean, Arctic Ocean, and

    Atlantic Ocean. Pacific Ocean is the biggest ocean and Arctic Ocean is the smallest. 71% of earth is made of water and 29% is land. Looking forward to go to third grade and to gain more knowledge and share with you all. Thank You Anindita Chakravarty

  • Origami Origami is the traditional Japanese art of paper folding. The word originated from ori meaning "folding” and kami meaning "paper". This ancient technique form has been handed over from generation to generation and is still a living breathing art form. Origami involves creation of different shapes usually entirely by folding. Uses of glue or scissor are generally restricted in Origami.

    Origami by Arkin Mukherjee

  • Ria Basu

    Rishika Sau

    Atun Choudhuri

    Natasha Porwal

  • Natasha Porwal

    Anindita Chakravarty

  • Sharanya Mukherjee

    Paromita Mukherjee

    Rounok Bhunia

  • Sambhab Sau

    Sreejita Patra

    Shimul Banik

    Sayontika Bhattacharya

  • Rabindranath Tagore

    By Rounok Bhunia(Age 13)

  • Bangladesh issued a souvenir sheet on 6th May 2011 to commemorate the 150th birth anniversary of Nobel laureate

    Rabindranath Tagore. This Souvenir sheet includes 4 stamps with memorable places of Tagore in Bangladesh &

    national anthems of Bangladesh & India.

    Source: - http://www.myphilately.com/

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