Friday, February 26, 2016

The Daily Telegraph

--Relic hunters find copper trove- New light to be shed on Assam's ancient script by archaeological quest
The Daily Telegraph
Kolkata,
India,
3 March, 2006.
Relic hunters find copper trove
- New light to be shed on Assam?s ancient script by archaeological quest
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File picture of Assam chief minister Tarun Gogoi admiring the latest collections of the Assam State Museum in Guwahati. Picture by UB Photos
Silchar, March 2: With the discovery of rare archaeological items in a long-neglected archives at a school here, new light is going to be shed on one of Assam?s oldest scripts ? the Hayungthal.
A band of scholars, who were rummaging through a mass of musty documents and relics in the ramshackle century-old archives at a teacher?s training institute, stumbled upon the treasure trove, which includes an engraved copper plate.
Amalendu Bhattacharjee, a senior lecturer of Bengali literature at a local college, is leading the scholars.
The team has been engaged by the National Mission for Manuscripts, and is hunting for old but valuable manuscripts and relics now lying uncared-for in many nooks and crannies of houses and temples in south Assam.
The find contained a worn-out copper plate engraved during the reign of King Harjar Barman of the Gupta era. King Harjar Barman?s name was first traced on a copper plate which, according to Bhattacharjee, was recovered from the south bank of the Brahmaputra near Tezpur town. The copper plate relics bore the telltale imprint of Guptaida age (the Gupta era).
The copper plate had been preserved for so long at the Normal School, founded in 1905, and not much care has been taken of it.
The scholars who had studied it came to the conclusion that it formed part of an array of such plates which were dug out from time to time from the sandy banks of the Brahmaputra.
Attempts to decipher the scripts, engraved on the relics, were first initiated by a historian in erstwhile Sylhet district, now in Bangladesh, named Padmanath Bhattacharjee Vidyabinod. He wrote his masterpiece, Kamruper Shashanabali, in the last century. He had named this script Hayungthal since parts of the copper plate inscriptions written in this indecipherable script were discovered in the thirties of the last century at Hayungthal village, a hamlet in Karbi Anglong district inhabited by a Karbi tribe.
Bhattacharjee said these relics were of immense historical value as they would definitely help unfold an almost forgotten chapter in the reign of the Gupta kings in Assam 1,100 years ago.
Among the documents unearthed from Silchar?s neglected Normal School for the training of primary and middle-level schoolteachers is also a note ? a hand-written English translation of the Prithimpasa stone inscriptions, many of which had either been vandalised or lost.
The landlords of the Prithimpasa zamindari enclave engraved these inscriptions. The enclave is now in Sylhet district of Bangladesh. Bhattacharjee said such new documents would provide a rare glimpse into the economic and social conditions of the people under the Sylhet landlords in the 16th century.
The scions of the noble family of Prithimpasa arrived on Indian soil during the reign of the Lodi dynasty. They were granted rights to vast swathes of land on the banks of the Surma river.
This family presided over a long lineage of zamindars, which reigned in this district in the 16th and 19th centuries.
Bhattacharjee said the National Mission for Manuscripts, under the Union human resource development ministry, was now in the process of finalising a scheme for roping in many scholars to study these rare documents and relics with a view to ?filling in the gap in the continuity of Assam?s history?.
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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Asif Bhayia on Abba's moped, Prithimpassa 1960.


Saturday, February 20, 2016

Tiger cage replica re-constructed 2011. Smaller version..



Sunday, February 14, 2016

Prithimpassa website of Family tree.

Mulberry Tree

Mulberry Tree
By Ali Hamid Khan (Nadir).

Under the shahtoot (mulberry) tree I sit on a warm idyllic afternoon with the soothing breeze caressing my body and relaxing my mind as my fingers clean the vegetables preparing for lunch
The mind wanders into yesterdays when I was young and this tree which has grown old with time, like me, was my place, with the cuckoos hopping around, to rest the fatigued mind and body 
I silently sit and reminisce about the good old days- the halcyon days of youth, when activities swirled around me and I joyously lived the moment.

Collection of Poems By Ali Hamid Khan (Nadir).

Yeh hay Duniya
Samal Ke chalo ajeeb hain yahan kay rastay
Yeh duniya kay rah samaj mein nahee atay
Dost yahan dost nahee apnay ghair hain.
Tanhaiyee mein bethay sochta hoon beetay hua din ko dhoonta hoon
Woh meray doston ki un yaaron ki baton par  muskarata hoon.
Bohut saree batain yaad ati hain
Woh dopahar kay sanatay yaad ati hain.
Ub to sub dor mein hain kis Kay pass ub waqt hay
Musroofiyat hur taraf hai shor aur bhaag har taraf hai.


Auld Lang Syne
How time flies yesterday is far behind
A story it seems now of life left behind
Looking back through the corridor of time
Memories sweet and bitter flood in
Auld Lang sine has passed away fast into the dhund
Nostalgia fills the heart and mind when faces and moments from bygone days rush in
Far away it all seems like a dream and not reality
Time never is still it moves speedily leaving everything behind
Nothing can be altered nor rewritten once it flies away it is gone
Memories stay on forever cherished and every moment relived.


                   The winter days

Winter is cold and the day is short
Memories are many of the evenings of games
Friends gathering and matches played
The games went on late into the nights
There was joy, fun and laughter
Hitting out at the shuttle cock running all over the court
Trying to out play each other sweating even in the cold
Those were auld Lang syne free and happy
As winter comes so do voices from the distant past
Games that were played with such dedication and energy
No worries or any stress just competitions and determination to win


Solitude
In my solitude many times do I wonder
How time flew we could do nothing to hold it back
Many faces of those days are now memories
They have passed away to the next realm
How much I tried to charter the course as I desired
But our holds are tenuous that is if we have any
In my quiet moments mind is like a traveller crossing many lands
I see many people who were here living with zest
Sands of time keep shifting and the wind keep blowing carrying away everything
Unknown force writes and man is helpless has no power to undo
Time moves unchecked, unfettered with it moves everything and landscapes change


Winter
The leaves are falling the trees are shedding leaves
This is the end of winter and advent of summer
The dried dirt roads give out a fragrance water is receding in ponds, drying up slowly
There is craving for rain everywhere birds and animals all yearn for a shower
The insects are quiet for rain hasn't fallen yet
The days are sweltering and nights are hot The sky is cloudless, clear and starry
When will it pour and soothe the parched earth.


Tuesday, February 09, 2016

Days of Youth



Days of Youth
Ali Hamid Khan
10.02.16

In the soothing lights of the lamps we listened to the gramophone
The long play record played the hit songs of Hindi cinema
We listened and talked softly of the movie and the lyrics
Though Indian films were not allowed but we managed song records
They were played on, latest introduction in the market, the record changer
Automatically records were changed as soon as the song was over
They were talk of the town and everyone wanted to have one
This was the evening ritual after the day was over we gathered in the living room
Television was also popular but it was telecast for few hours
There were films we loved and made sure they were not missed
Homework quickly done we grabbed a seat in front of the television
If seat was not available we sat cross legged on the floor
Eyes glued to the TV screen hours went by till time for dinner and retiring to bed was announced

The halcyon days of youth were quiet and peaceful
There were no news of bombs exploding and life ravaged