Literal translation of bengali names.

Interesting Bengali Names with literal translation.

Solar System...... ......... Sourin Mondal

Mountaineer. ......... ........Durjoy Pahari

Dark Cave........ .... Ghanashyam Guha

Faithful Husband........... ..Sushil  Nath

Pure Reader...... ............Nirmal Pathak

Sales Tax......... ......... ...Becharam Kar

Moving Wheels. ....Chakradhar Gargari

Bottomless Abyss..........Asim Talapatra

Lord Servant............. Mahaprabhu Das

Luminous Moon...... Jyotirmoy Chandra

Group of Deer........ .... ...Hironmoy Pal

Mighty Lion........ .........Mahabir Singha

Universal Opinion.           .... Jagat Roy

Console..... ......... ...........Santana Dey

Bamboo Craftsman..    Bangshi Karmakar

Human Faith....... .........Manab Biswas

Sitting for Exam........ ...Parikshit Basak

Flooded Rivers...... ........Sajal Ganguly

Clean Container... ........Sunirmal Patra

Clay Statue of God .            .Mrinmoy Debnath

Sea Sailor...... ......... ...... ..Sagar Majhi

Finding Lost Wealth           Haradhan Pakrashi

Air Force....... ........ ...Aakash Samanta

State of Life........ ..... ......Jibon Haldar

Interim Order....... ......... ...Antara Roy
The best one……

Unsteady Government.. ....Chanchal Sarkar

                                                      A GHOSTLY AFFAIR

This is an interesting and thrilling experience i had with my PG friends in Bangalore . It was during the year 96-98, when I was doing my PG and was staying at ISRO layout. We were 7 of us residing in a rented house. Our day use to start with rushing for college and then coming back home cooking our meals  and endless gossip sessions.

Just to give a brief description about my roommates :- Yajshri..the shortest and a yapper , Neelu..very articulate and organised person, Himmagauri..spicy maharashtrian lass , Richa ..the laid back ,calm and composed among all of us ,Aditi ..the soft spoken and finally Divya  the tom boy. We all use to gel well with each other. 

Now little insight on the layout of the house. Our main gate opens to a park in the front and our was a corner plot . The drive way leads to the porch , and on the right hand we had our main door . When one enters from the main door it leads to a drawing room  and on the left we had staircase which goes up to the terrace door . We had a huge terrace . The kitchen window view was the main gate , so we could keep a watch if anyone comes in front of the main gate . The house was surrounded by boundary wall and we had backyard space , which we hardly bothered to check . It was house to many small insects and creatures , who were our constant companion during the night or you can say they use to give special sound effects .

We were all preparing for our semesters and it was post 11 pm, when we heard our door bell. None of us was bothered assuming that someone will check  , after few minutes we enquired"who is it "and each one of us was clueless. Then Divya went and peeped in from the key hole , came back and told us “ I guess it was Mahajan uncle ( mahajan uncle was our land lord) he use to come once in a while to see us”. We all went back to our respective rooms..Next day , during afternoon around 3 pm our door bell  rang, this time Yajshri opened the door and found no one, she was zapped but thought may be someone is playing a prank .She didn’t tell us .

Same night at 1:30 am our door bell rang, when we were engrossed in our gossip session  .7 of us just froze in terror  . Only question was “Who is it” , each one of us was giving long looks and whispering . The first reaction was switching off the   lights in our room, so that we can head to the kitchen and peep from the window. While the planning was on, we heard another door bell .by now we were sure there is someone who is trying to terrorise us. We all decided to have something in our hand before we answer the door bell. Yajshri had a frying pan  , Neelu had roller pin, Gauri had cooker lid , Divya and me could find 2 long sticks and Aditi took the broom.  Finally   , we tiptoed our way to the kitchen  but couldn’t see anyone. Next ,we decided first to check the terrace so that we can have an aerial view of our house, with lot of courage we opened our terrace door ,all of us scanned the area but no trace .It was 2:15 am when we opened our main door with me and Divya ready with our sticks for a strike , behind me was the rest of the gang , we came out shouting but couldn’t see anyone. This all nocturnal activity continued till 3:30 am  , we were so exhausted . All of us crammed in a room and stayed   awake .

Morning we were contemplating whether to inform Mahajan uncle or not and again the door bell rang. .we just looked out of our kitchen window but couldn’t see anyone. It was creepy  , we didn’t want to believe but somewhere deep down we had the same thought “Ghost”. Suddenly the gossips sessions has been taken over by dark thoughts and restless minds. Late after noon  , the door bell rang and we jumped and ran for the door to catch the culprit, but there was no one , instead what we saw that our door bell is ringing on its own , there  was some problem with the switch ...we all had a hearty laugh..

2 nights of stress and action just for a faulty switch .These are just small pleasures of life  , I miss those arguments , endless yapping , laughter , cries..I fondly remember my roommates who made my 2 years of stay so exciting  , adventurous and memories to treasure for life .

BHOPALI ....

Bhopali, also known as Bhopali Bakar or Bhopali Urdu, is a vernacular form of Hindustani language spoken primarily in Bhopal , India . On the streets of Bhopal, people from every part of Bhopal/Sukhi Sewaniya/Ghoda Nikkas add to the already messed up vocabulary of Bhopali. The language emerged from the old part of the city, and is mainly spoken by the residents there, although the residents of the new city also acknowledge it.
Bhopali is more influenced by the paan eating habits of Bhopali (residents) and sounds like very crude version of Hindi. Words have been polished to make them sound very smooth. For e.g., words ending with '-aan', such as pahalwaan, khan etc., are spoken with nasal accent. Similarily, the word raha, used in conjunction with verbs, is spoken as riya. E.g. kar riya hai, aa riya hai, ja raiya hai, etc. On the other hand, some words are extended than their normal use. The word hai is sometimes spoken as hega.
The language is spoken in a lyrical way which gives it a very comical intonation.
Bhopal is famous for four things "Parda/Zarda/ Garda/Narmada" .
A famous dish of Bhopalis "Bun Kabab" ( along with namak waali chai ). Easily available on the streets of old city, these small eateries are a meeting point for many.
Among other favorite dishes is "kamar bhai ka paya soup & bade ki biryaan" found at "Chatori galli"
[ edit] Examples
Aapki gaadi reverse phaink rahi heigi. Point shaart hega. Lapak kaisi aa rahi hegi? Chakka dag riya hae. Piston mein pilay haega. Point shat ho riya hai.
Konsa aayal? 2t ya lokal ?
Amma khan yeh Jawaharlal school toh Bhopalka sabsey behtarin school hega ..!!
Ustaad rokke challnaa, ek ladies aa ri hegi! (in minibus/tempo)
Bhot lehra riya hega.
Miya kallaat (kal-raat) se bhot STD (acidity) ho ri hegi pet mein!
Lapak maal hai be -girl is so beautiful.
Ko Khan, Kaise? - How are you?
Do lapaad lagaunga rakh ke, sar mein bhannaati aa jaayegi!
Indoor Indoor Indoor - Bus conductor calling out for passengers for Indore
Ama aapki gaadi to paidal ho gayi - Engine is seized
chakachak/zhakaas - Shining clothes
Places: Birla Mandir, Lake View, Van Vihar, Tekri, 10 no., Phoota makbara, Ghoda nikkas, Taj-ul-Masaajid, Dhai Seedi ki Masjid, Kheoni Sanctuary, Islam Nagar, Purana Kila, Jama Masjid, Moti Masjid, Shaukat Mahal, Gohar Mahal, Sadar amal pura, Chhola road, Baapu ki kutia, Jinsi chouraha, Manav sanghralay, Kerwa Dam, BHEL - parks, Chuna Bhatti, teela jamalpura, pul bogda, somwaara, mangalwaara & most appreciable Nutan College,
Thulla, Thol (policeman)
Tadi or GT - Mass bunking
AAN DO!!!' - helper yelling while giving driver parking instructions.
Bhai, lounda bhot tez chalta hai.. isko to khopche mein lekar saltana padega. (Launda Aag moot reya hai...iski maarni padegi...)
Madrasi - Anyone from South India. Bhopalke neechay sab madras hai (geographically)
gadi andar "peet" do - chipka ke lagaoo (at parking)
Bhat - actually bhat-suar. The old fashioned rickshaw making noise like "bhat bhat bhat".(with 3 tyres, 1 in front and 2 rear, front wheel generates power.)
Jinsee chouraah, panchsheel - Mithun Wannnabees'
ek ulte haath ki doonga, muh ghoom jaayega, pata bhi nahin chalega aa riya hai ki jaa riya hai (I will slap u so hard with my left hand, your head will tilt, nobody will be able to tell, if you are coming or going)
lapak lo lapak lo (chai jaldi se utha lo.........)
are madam bachon ko godh mein bitha lo (to manke place in mini bus)
Aajaao bashten bashten bashten (Bus stand)
Second Panch Cheh Saat Dus Gyarah Gyarah Sau. Minibus conductor reciting the route of the bus.
Rokk Kayyy. Minibus conductor asking the Driver to stop to pickup or drop off passengers.
Najaakat to dekh launde ki.

Typical Startup politicians ad campaign
Arif Akeel - Standard banner: "Apke apney jujharoo aavam karmath neta manneeyey sri arif akeel urf guttu bhai ko bhaari maton se vijaiyee banayein. Chunaav chinha - Haath ka panja, Veeneet pappu, mohan, aantu, bantu aur hasan bhai"



More Examples From the Streets of Bhopal:
Arey Khaan Mamoooo ( To call anyone )
Arey Khaan Ek maghai banana bina supari - baba 160 maar ke (Pan Order at Banarsi Paan Bhandaar)
aur khaan Pathaan ( To greet someone)
ken lagey (He said)

Schools in BHOPAL Vikram, CAMPION, Jawahar, All Saints, k.v 1, St. Josephs Co ED, St. Josephs Convent, Carmel Convent, Model, Raman, Nalanda, Bal Bhawan, Arera Convent, St. Xavier's
in Bhopali: Vikram, Kempiyan, Jawaar, Aal Saynt, KV number one, Sen Josap Co ed, Sen Josap Kaanvent, Kaarmal Kaanvent, Maadal, Raman, Nalanda, Baal Bhavan, Arera Kaanvent, Sen Jhayviyar!

etc etc etc etc etc
[ edit] Some headspinners
How does a Bhopali calls Samosa? - Famofa ( cos hes chewing paan while asking for samosa )
A friend told me about his Tution in this way - Ama Khan.....me wo Jacoffer ke hiyan tution ko jaa riya hoon.....he meant "Jacob Sir"
An average Bhopali auto driver spells out abuses at the rate of 15-20 per min, each abuse at least 4-5 words long
Why do parrots in Bhopalfly with one wing only? - Guess
Where would you find the greatest number of look alikes of Dhonis, Mithuns and Govindas in the world? - Near Bada Talaab in Bhopal
Jawaharlal nehru's statue in TT Nagar is facing opposite to city so he has to stand in a very unique position, Guess why ?
Board office ka addres??? Go to MP Nagar square Ambedkar statue will tell you.
shawar ali model cum actor is in relation to each bhopali (mere chaca ka ladka hai,mere mamu hain, mere mamu ka ladka hai n many more........ )

[ edit] Most Overheard Phrases
Kon
KhanKanJa Riye Ho!!(where r u going?)
Haan Khan Pathan Khairiyat!!! (Asking the person if he is alright)
Ko Khaa Ama Khaa!!Kaisey?
Abe je ka kar riya hai? Chariya gayaka? -What are you doing?Are you mad?
dus geeyarah baarah naakaooou - The common call from the conductors of the numerous Mini buses in Bhopal, calling for passengers to various bus stops in Bhopal.
madam bacchey ko gode mein bithaiye - If a lady tries to get a seat for her Infant in the Mini bus the conductor would 'politely' ask her to carry the child in her lap.
Taap an taoun (Top-n-town) - The very famous joint of get together in the uptown New Market area of Bhopal.
kalmein kaise beh rahi hai tumhari
zero bate sannata
chachaooooo ekdum bhannaat lag riya hega
(........name of a person)Bhai Ko- (short for ......... bhai ko salaam)
Arey pehelwaan
Akhaan sab kismat ki luck hai
iscooter thodi silo (slow) chalana
rawangee daal lo
kyon jhoom riya hega be
kanney kat gaye ( in reference to kite flying )
sar par de riya hega mila mila ke
kishore taalkeez, lily taalkeez, rangmehel
subhaash iskool ( subhash school ) , maadel iskool (model school)
gaadi pinna dee ( accelerated his bike )

repit jaaando
lept (left) gali mein lele saamne thulla khada hega!

- (desh) fati to harkoyi bola ---------- hajmola hajmola
abe yar KLPD ho gayi
Har kittay dey reya hai( simply bluffing)
Aur khaan miyan kaise ho
Kaat lo kaat lo -to overtake

Subject: POEM BY A BENGALI

Through the jongole I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent

Boshtaard Tiger has eaten wife
No doubt I will avenge poor darling's life

Too much quiet, snakes and leeches
But I not fear these sons of beeches

Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start
But noise is coming from damn fool's heart

Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle tight with eye to sight

Should Tiger come I will shoot and fall him down
Then like hero return to native town

Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self - "Bannerjee be brave"

I am now proceeding with too much care
From far I smell this Tiger's lair

My leg shaking, sweat coming, I start pray
I think I will shoot Tiger some other day

Turning round I am going to flee
But Tiger giving bloody roar spotting Bengalee

He bounding from cave like footballer Pele
I run shouting "Kali Ma tumi kothay gele"

Through the jongole I am running
With Tiger on my tail closer looming

I am a telling that never in life
I will take risk again for my damn fool wife!!!!!

Slip disc…or no disc

This happened when I was in Rajkot …the year which we all love a lot ...as my family –had a new member ---my baby—"hum do hamara ek" –slight change from the regular saying ..we all where very happy –but with the huge responsibility of a baby …which included his feeding ..time ..bathing time ..n …etc endless 24*7 –no time for doing or thinking anything else ---

My parents had accompanied me …for my journey to Rajkot –still thank god that they where there ….everything was going fine –but was getting...sad as my parents date of journey was nearing ---One fine morning –I tried to get up –but couldn’t …I had an excruciating pain on my back–man –I screamed –my hubby who doesn’t get up in one call –sprang out of the bed …what..? he asked –and I was in tears ---I felt I had no spine –my support system …of my body has given up –poor back of mine was taking all the alignment problem with a fat tummy ..Increasing weight and still was tall and steady …
But –when the bloated tummy was empty and with just 5 kgs lighter …how the hell it can give up on me –was the question running on my mind ….With my parents help I somehow managed to stand up –everybody had an opinion to give –My dad came first ...
Sleeping posture was bad …but I couldn’t say a word --...my hubby was clueless with all the commotion …then came my maid –jaya ben ---she saw and told me –its nothing but u have got chamak—now what the hell—what is this --?? I had no clue...nor had a dictionary of English to Gujju…I askd, Jayaben “what is this u r talking about –?”

Next minute JayaBen jumped into action –that is another trait of Jayaben …u ask her anything and she will gear up ..not by saying things in a simpler form but by first wrapping her saree( those of you who don’t know a 9 yard cloth )palla around her waist as if she is in a battle field ..then Jayaben blabbers everything in super duper gujjarati –without realizing we can’t follow her with that jet speed –I told her to rerun the entire version slowly…full 1 hr we played dumb cheddar..but of no use –the topic died down its natural death ..followed by a door bell----entry of Leena ben …will give u little description about her ---tiny petite female –in mid 60’s—dark and extremely good at saying explicit at a drop of a hat…she use to give bath to my kid…

Leena ben saw me …askd me to walk …which I did with the pain…thought for a while and said …chamak….God…not again …I stopped her then n there …she was reluctant to go and do her chores but I strictly told her to go .After finishing her work and seeing me alone she said the magical word. I can help u –the word which I wanted to hear nor the analysis or advices...next thing –I asked …How??? She told me about a healer ..but were interrupted by my hubby –who had checked with his staff and got the contact of a doctor ..orthopedic…finally in the evening we had been to the doctor –he checked me and then came the shocker …that I have slip disc –I was almost in tears ..he told me the list of do’s n don’t ..not to bend ..can’t sit …just keep standing ..and u can keep one foot on a low table for rest while standing..otherwise just keep lying…the feeling of being in Samadhi..in lying position ..that struck my mind…he signaled his assistant ..who askd me to step in a room where he gave me 2 injections on each side of my stomach ..The doc. Said ..he will visit our home everyday for the next20 days to give me same kind of shots …I was half dead by then …what I have got into ..came home totally depressed….but argued with my hubby that there is something wrong ---how can a doctor say such a thing ..how about taking second opinion ..we agreed on that –but that night Leena ben came on my dream as an unwanted guest ..couldn’t help –but next day I enquired more about the healer …she told me to come along with her to her place …we agreed upon ..but had to tell my family about it .argued with everyone and at last emerged as an warrior from the battlefield …Leena ben came and we all left …she was giving us the direction ..the familiar routes …were disappearing and I was baffled …so was my hubby –we had no clue where she was heading …us …finally came to a dirt road..where she told us to park our car and walk …

We followed her …the very sight of the place was nauseous.. with open sewage..narrow lanes ..…and finally walking through a maze of shanty ..we reached the healer ..she (leena ben) called out …and then came a huge female ..in mid 50’s ..followed by 6 litters of hers..behind –my story was narrated to her …we were anxiously waiting for the healer to come ..i had no idea …what was going to happen next ..she asked me to come in ..her shanty …lie down on my stomach and then came the healer—a ten yr old girl ..who took some nine tiles of small square sizes ..place one on my back …the area which was hurting n step on it with her whole body weight on it..she broke the tile constantly murmuring something …she did this to my back some nine times ….finallythings came to an end – I got up –with the same pain …but was assured that next morning it won’t b there…with that hope and gave some money to the healer who refused to accept it …but gave it to her mom to buy something for the children …the story of how she has become a healer is quite intresting..i was told that .she was born with her leg first ….and that’s un usual .....so she was a gifted child …whatever I thanked Leena ben for all the superstitious stuff I did. coz of sheer desperation to get fit…finally came home –and told my parents …luckily the very same day I got to meet another doctor ..who ruled out the option of slip disc –he said ..if it had been slip disc –u can’t even bear the pain for a day ..and I didn’t tell him....forget pain ..I supported a ten yr old to perform a balancing act of breaking a tile on this very back of mine …..he gave me some medicines and told me that it’s a catch ….came back home with a broad smile …relieve of worry …desperation …that I will be fine …..

A simple Catch got me in to a catch 22 situation …....

4MP. GIRLS BITALLION

This was the most exciting trip I ever had …as the name suggests you can very well make out what I am talking about–yes ---NCC(National Cadet Corpse)..I was in my 9^th standard –and it was my first yr in NCC and my first trekking expedition that too out of Madhya Pradesh boundaries …..

The day I came to know of it –was very happy but had my own doubts about my parents..allowing me –as I was so much accident prone –like to share one of them –( climbed up my loft in my bedroom to check out some stuff n when I thought of coming down –could not figure out…. so sat there waiting for help(it was 2pm)---yes…and my dad came from his office at 4 pm—after making 4-5 attempts on the door bell n calling me –he came near my room window –and I was thrilled –as help arrived –but again it struck me that I have locked myself in my house n that too me ...on the loft ---yelled at my dad –what to do –how on earth I will come down –he told me to hang n keep my right foot on the door while supporting my weight and what not –I simply said forget it –and jumped rite form my loft to my bed –and very second heard a crackling sound –little late to realize--- the bed was broken from 2 ends ---and I was glad that I was safe and sound –rest is history what happened to me…

Back to my story –the day came when I had to say goodbye to my parents –for a month …my dad was very weary since morning -..as his accident prone daughter was going away for home ….with all my bags …. we reached station we were 15 of us…What a chaos –it was more of concerned parents –giving last minute rerun on details to their respective ward…finally the time came to say goodbye …there was this friend of mine who started to cry as if she was going for good ..her dad too became emotional and next thing I saw my dad consoling him… he turned around and suddenly see a long strip of Chutki..( a flavoured form of panparag---which was ban for me ) my dad said.....u can have it …with a smile and wasting not a second ..Grabbed it and said thanks to him …my start of journey with wave off on my ban product…..what a start ?.I was happy…

Our journey was from Bhopal –Delhi---Chandigarh---Kullumanali—which was our base camp. not getting to the finer details of our journey—with back pains and the never ending curves we finally reached our base camp—we had a roll call and then found our state camp… at last got my corner in my tent –we had 3 tents ---I was the Sergeant of my Bitallion…..was resting when was asked to report to the commanding officer –for the rules and regulations …that took good enough of 2 hrs standing –was envying the rest of my friends as they were sleeping …anyways came back briefed them up…..retired for the day..

Next day morning –being on higher altitude it was bone chilling –some how got up with the commotion –as the reporting time was 6 am and at 5:45 I got up –rest everybody was sleeping –because it was my duty to wake them up—gosh it was bad –told them to get up –but they didn’t.. then it was like man handling them –kicking, shouting ,pulling the blankets …finally we were running for morning chores –well just to brief u –there is no toilets like home –its all in open and the loo are barricaded with cloth …and the pot is actually a deep trench …..And for washing we had this small stream...it was crowded –

I noticed that nobody is going on the other side of the stream –which had a small foot bridge. I laughed n said –all blind people… smartly walked the other side with another friend of mine and started to brush …and next thing I heard a loud shout –all the heads turned …and could sense there was some trouble …the commanding officer was looking straight in to my eyes –with anger – “how dare you ..” and the rest I couldn’t hear as I was deaf by her hoarse voice –before we could say anything –we got our detentions –had to take our respective riffles and lift it in the air and jog the entire ground –for 10 rounds ---man it was bad –I was cursing myself ….and felt bad for my friend –anyways some how managed ….by that time breakfast was through –and we didn’t get any thing to eat …without food –we start out first lap of 20 kms walk—ya... u heard me correctly –I also asked some 4 -5 times –oh my god ---it was turning out to be a nightmare for me –first early morning riffle parade ,,then walk of 20 kms ---mum was the word which was coming across my mind …..

The food which was given to us was yuk..even the streets dog wont ea t it …on our way through the apple yards …we were bit tempted ….. some of my friend did pluck –n have them …finally we reached our second base camp---it was evening time –too tired even to talk ---we use to get dinner by 6:30 –7pm—post 7.30 pm only water was available –I skipped my dinner ..because of fatigue …suddenly heard someone shaking me –thought ghost ..then saw my friend desperately asking me for my mug—(mug—to carry water—to wash off ones bum) u wont tread it for your life also ..its the most important thing …she took it –and then heard a huge shout outside my tent early in the morning – had to get out to see the commanding officer ---in rage –I had no clue –half in sleep—he said who was shitting all through the night ..? I said—“no one” except dog –then he said ---“here ,take this…he handed a shovel to me –” pointed his finger –and I did not like the site of it –its was shit –real human shit –somebody did it –there has to be an explanation –I was zapped --I refused –and then the next was I am shouting and yelling who is the culprit –

Then lamely one of the girl stood up and said its me –nobody came along with her to the loo as we were not suppose to go alone –I said, fine but why our tent u moron …u could have gone little further n mess up somewhere else …..got all cleaned up –gave her the medicine and we had a day off …enjoyed –next day we trekked to Solang ….the place is beautiful—but did what we r good at –as it was our last day of trekking –we decided to take all our revenge –on our commanding officer ---

We took what all courage we had and in the middle of the night …went to her tent

Threw blankets on her n then just hit her left and right –and ran –n felt contended ---

Next day morning was a mixed feeling –as the commanding officer was trying to figure out whom to blame ---and we were just enjoying the view .Last day is full of melancholy as we wont see each other in near future ….may be only if we chance upon…….last but not the leas t – had my share of fun too with all those adventure….