Thursday, November 25, 2004

Blogging from Satkhira

My exam and assignment was great. I expect an A in NCH101 (National Culture and Heritage). Before the next row of exams begins, there is a break. And I thought it would be great to visit Satkhira and Khulna with mom and dad. Main attraction of this trip is the Sundarbans, the largest mangrove forest in the world and the home of Royal Bengal Tiger. So, here I am in Satkhira on the way to Sundarban. Thanks to BTTB (and my dad's laptop) that it allows me to use the internet from 64 districts at the same rate.

We are staying in Satkhira Circuit House. They booked the VIP suite for us. Dad needs to visit some people and places here and attend some organisational meetings. We will start for Khulna on 27th.

Today we have visited a remote village, Agardari. People are really, really friendly and hospitable here. Our host arranged for so many food items that the luncheon became a food festival. Other people from the village joined us, too. Girls sang songs to my mother as it is a tradition here, but I was not allowed in women's zone.

Anyway, here are some pictures of the village.


People use different kind of roof here. In our villages in Sherpur, people use steel or haystacks as roof.


Houses are built with clay and mud. This, also, is not common in my village.


Use of cow dung as fuel saves the trees. And it is environment friendly too.


Mustered field.


Cabbage field.


Farmers working in Jhaalbon, or chili field.


Irrigation system is also different from ours.


This village has too many ponds and all are filled up with fishes. I have counted 15 and I merely walked 30% of the village!


A road in the village.


These people are called Gacchial, means 'those who climb the trees' (long trees, e.g. date, coconut, supari (what's the English!), etc.). They are sharpening their tools as someone called for their help.


The river is the border. The yellow building is the Indian check post and that road belongs to India. This is called the zero point. As soon as I took the picture the guard on the bridge told me, "foto maat khicho", means, "don't take pictures."