The sparrow and the crow were good friends. Once, a particular household had laid out chilies and rice grains on a mat in their back-yard to dry. Seeing this, the sparrow asked the crow, "Buddy, what do you think? Will you be able to finish eating those chilies before I can finish eating those grains?" The crow replied with certainty, "I would be able to finish eating the chilies first" The sparrow said, "No, I would finish eating the grains first." The crow asked, "If you can't, what will happen then?" The sparrow answered, "If I can't do it first, then you would be welcome to peck my chest and have it. But what if you can't finish first?" The crow responded, "Then you would be welcome to do the same and have my chest too." Having agreed, they touched down and began to eat the grains and the chilies as they were supposed to. The sparrow crunched down the grains one by one, and the crow, one after another swallowed up the chilies. Gradually, the crow was through with eating the chilies, but by then the sparrow could not even finish a quarter of the grains.
The folktales of Bangladesh are the inherent treasures of the soil. The rivers and the meadows of this land, its shrubs and tributaries and paddy fields, the ecstasies and the heartaches of its people, their hopes and frustrations, their faith and disillusion all have gone to the making of the folktales of this region. With the local indigenous influences carried over from the past through generations there came to be mixed in course of time the various influences imbibed from Muslim tales and legends brought over from Arabia, Morocco, Turkey, Iran and other Islamic countries. Aftar Bengal came under the Muslim rule in early 13th century the Muslim influence became quite discernible in all spheres of the local life. Many religious saints came over to Bengal to preach Islam and spread the basic fundamental moral virtues of their faith. They settled in various parts of the country and largely helped in spreading there Muslim culture among the local people. Many Muslim traders also came for purposes of trade and commerce. Through all these channels Arabic and Persian tales and legends travelled into Bengal, got inextricably mixed with the local tales in many cases, and enriched the folktales of this area with a special flavour all its own. While we get many folktales which reflect the ways of life and culture of the Muslim peoples, there are many again where the mixed picture of the lives of various communities are presented in a free and unfettered manner. In fact the tales of the latter type are more in number. There is a reason behind this. The tales from Arabia and Persia and Turkey merged themselves inextricably with the air and the water and the earth of Bengal, but since many of these tales were inherently of a superior order artistically, they exercised a tremendous influence on the trend of the peculiarly local tales and helped change and modify their character.
I get up in the morning.
Everyday I brush my teeth.
Then I take my bath.
I wear clean clothes.
I take my meal regularly.
I play with my friends.
Once, the crocodile and the fox teamed up to farm together. What could they possibly farm, you ask? They decided to grow potatoes. As you know, potato is a root vegetable that grows under the ground. The part of the plant that grows above the ground is of no use. But the foolish crocodile did not have any knowledge of this fact. He thought that, indeed, potatoes grew on trees! And so, in order to outwit the fox, he said, "The top of the plants are all mine, and you can have the roots." Hearing this, the fox said laughing, "Sure. That sounds good to me."
Zack is about six feet tall with black hair. He was begging his dad to give him permission to go to a nearby town. But Mr. Wesley would not allow it under any circumstances. Mr. Wesley himself was a private investigator and was well-known for his detective work around the world. Right now he was just sitting on an armchair in the living room, reading the newspaper.
“Did you hear the latest news, Zack? Frank Bryce has escaped prison. He is one of the most wanted criminals in the world. He has murdered a total of 150 people using robots. He was spotted about 100 kilometers from our place after his escape," said Mr. Wesley
“How can he escape? He was a top security prisoner, wasn't he?” Zack asked with some curiosity.
“Yes, he was and I don't know how he escaped. No one has ever escaped the Black Gate Prison before, but Frank is known as an evil genius,” Mr. Wesley replied thoughtfully.
বাচ্চারা তাদের রঙ্গিন দুনিয়াকে বাস্তব ভাবে উপভোগ করবে, তাই বাইনো নিয়ে এসেছে একটি অভিনব থ্রী-ডি ড্রয়িং বই। যার বর্ণহীন ছবিগুলোতে রংবেরং এর রং ব্যবহার করতে পারবে এবং ওই রংএর বাস্তব থ্রী-ডি রূপ দেখতে পাবে অ্যাপ্লিকেশান এর মাধ্যমে
Roseto Vallortore lies one hundred miles southeast of Rome in the Apennine foothills of the Italian province of Foggia. In the suyle of medieval villages, the town is organized around a large central square. Facing the square is the Palazzo Marchesale, the palace of the Saggese family, once the great landowner of those parts. An archway to one side leads to a church, the Madonna del Carmine-Our Lady of Mount Carmine. Narrow stone steps run up the hillside, flanked by closely clustered two-story stone houses with red-uile roofs.
I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day In the winter of 1975. I remember the precise moment, crouching be hind a erumbling mud wall peeking into the alley near the lezen creek That was a long time ago, but it's wrong what they say about the past, Dve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way our Looking back now. I realize I have been peeling into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.
Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen Abdul Kalam, the son of a little-educated boat-owner in Rameswaram, Tamil Nadu, had an unparalleled career as a defence scientist, culminating in the highest civilian award of India, the Bharat Ratna. As chief of the country's defence research and development programme, Kalam demonstrated the great potential for dynamism and innovation that existed in seemingly moribund research establishments. This is the story of Kalam's rise from obscurity and his personal and professional struggles, as well as the story of Agni, Prithvi, Akash, Trishul and Nag-missiles that have become household names in India and that have raised the nation to the level of a missile power of international reckoning. This is also the saga of independent India's struggle for technological self-sufficiency and defensive autonomy-a story as much about politics, domestic and international, as it is about science.
Later on, Thiel uses some of those points to make an interesting case about biotech startups and compares them side-by-side with IT startups. I can buy into the theory that is much easier to control the development of software-based businesses than “messy” biotech.
