Amar janla diye ektu khani akash dekha jai..

Amar janla diye ektu khani akash dekha jai ..ektu borsha ektu grishmo ektu khai sheet..shei ektu khani chouko chobi ankre dhore rakhi .. amar janla diye amar prithibi.. .

There are times I wonder why does imagination seems to be the exclusive property of artists, musicians or philosophers. Why we, the common people are incapable of letting our mind free and flighty, why we cannot appreciate or conceive the beauty of imagination. Is it our social and educational system which increasingly values and reinforces only those disciplines that earn a higher rate of income or the intensive technological developments such as PS3 and X boxes which cripples our imagination at infancy or is it just the world around us - where innumerable wars, torture regimes, rigid religious fundamentals have crippled our mind to percieve beauty in all its natural forms.

Today when the clouds are voicing their thoughts and the rain is purifying all our sins. I feel the drops of diamonds and I imagine- soaring the heights of the sky , exploring the depth of the musky earth and drifting way in the tides of Nereid's.For after all , all that you imagine is all that there is................

Fare well to Ustad Ali Akbar Khan

As you listen to the tunes of the maestro,raag bhairavi bhatiyar seems to seep through your soul.Music of Ustad Ali Akbar Khan churns emotions that may have been long forgotten even by you.

I cannot imagine the extent of loss that his absence will bring to the world of Indian classical music. Descendant from the family of the Tansen, Ustad Ali Akbar Khan, also known as Khanshahib, was on a league of his own. Guitarist Carlos Santana once said that a single note of Khan’s sarod "goes right to my heart," while classical violinist Yehudi Menuhin - who prompted Mr. Khan to first visit the United States in 1955 - once called the sarodist "the greatest musician in the world."

Few knows and few remembers that this musical genius is a son of the land of Bengal, precisely from Shibpur Commilla. It leaves me sad that his music and his contribution has been so marginalized in Bangladesh. And now that he leaves us and makes his way to the neverland may his soul rest in peace and may he live within us through his immortal tunes.