Most of Bengal falls within a humid subtropical or tropical monsoon climate, and the region is traditionally considered to have six seasons. Each season lasts for two months of the Bengali calendar, starting in Boishakh, the first month.
গ্রীষ্ম grissho: summer বর্ষা bôrsha: monsoon শরৎ shôrot: autumn হেমন্ত hemonto: dry season শীত shit: winter বসন্ত bôshonto: spring
Months of the Year
Bengalis use two calendars: বঙ্গাব্দ Bônggabdo (the traditional Bengali calendar; used mostly for cultural and religious events) and খ্রিস্টাব্দ Khrisṭabdo (the Gregorian calendar; used in daily life). The Bengali calendar followed in Bangladesh is a revised tropical calendar that is consistent with the six seasons, while the calendar in West Bengal is the traditional (unrevised) sidereal calendar that doesn’t follow the seasons.
জানুয়ারি januari: January ফেব্রুয়ারি phebruari: February মার্চ marc: March এপ্রিল epril: April মে me: May জুন jun: June জুলাই julai: July আগস্ট agost: August সেপ্টেম্বর sepṭembôr: September অক্টোবর ôkṭobôr: October নভেম্বর nôbhembôr: November ডিসেম্বর ḍisembôr: December
it is as you say: the world keeps turning,
everyone keeps on living,
the wheel constantly in motion.
everything is clockwork,
night fades and morning draws in
and i still can’t help thinking
about everything yet to come.
we are strung by ideals and ideas,
pushed along by hopes
and dreams and often kept awake
by fears dressed as nightmares.
i haven’t figured out the things
i thought i would have by now;
my hand shakes, i’m always anxious.
my mother doesn’t sleep at night,
her wrinkles stretched by worry.
my father, the healthiest person i know
and a newly minted cardiac patient,
has given his heart to hold up this roof.
they say immigrants suck the country dry,
but i’ve lived twenty four years watching
it suck the life out of my parents
as they shrink with age and ailment.
at least i’m educated, they tell me,
that makes their sacrifices worth it
somehow. but despite all of this,
all i really know is that i will never know
how they willingly gave up everything
for so little in return.
nav k || too many hospital visits, rarely any good news
My whole life I never considered myself to be Asian because everyone drilled it into my brain that I’m not “Asian enough” because only East Asians are considered Asian. And I would argue with myself ‘But I was born in Bangladesh and it’s part of Asia, how am I not Asian?’ but I would shrug it off because I didn’t want to make a big deal about it. Still I always felt like a part of me was missing because everyone told me that I wasn’t 'Asian enough’ for whatever.
I’ve been wanting to submit something to this blog for awhile but I always stopped myself because I still struggle with the idea that I’m not “Asian enough” for it. It’s not fair. I shouldn’t be forced just to identify with just being Bengali because everyone else can’t accept the fact that Asia is a continent that isn’t just made up of just China and Japan. I’m done with white people erasing a part of me.
It’s bad enough that I struggle with my weight, my family telling me what I need to be even lighter skinned than I already am, and hear people call me a terrorist on the daily.
So this is me proudly claiming that I’m Asian. And no one can ever take that away from me ever again.