There are times when darkness surrounds us…there are times when all hope is lost…its time like those that I like to utter the literary works of the greatest protege Bangladesh have ever had…that is the Rebellious, the proud sometimes insolent and the highly untamed man called Nazrul…. today on his birthday… as i gaze a little more upon his works….such bewilderment isnAZRUL conceived in an instant…… A shining star that dared to be different…a bengali that dared to be enigmatic and energetic…a man who dared to keep off religius hatred and insanity…yet his works are valuable to both the Hindus(the shama sangit) and the Muslim’s(the Ham’d nat….)….its time to requiem for the forgotten Supernova…its time to live upto his expectations….
Oh well with us bengali youths these days (including me) who when browsing the net brows for gametengial copulation(dont tell me to use the exact word)….when mailing others, mail in the foulest language possible…when watching films try to watch the most vile,the most twisted the most sick works of art…when talking prefer to use reference to other culture than their own…the future seems bleak…it seems tarnished….but you know what the Greatest…kick ass poetic Mofo—that is Kazi Nazrul Islam said bout such times (more…)