A Revolution

I used to have a friend. She was doing her MPhil ( if I am not wrong) from DU and a social worker. Once she wrote to me that the previous day she had met a very well known person ( I would not name him) who was a student leader from Kashmir. I don’t know why but I have a kind of hatred for all the politicians and specially student politician, that may be an off shoot being from Assam, whose sorry state of affairs is testimony of all these that went wrong. Anyways, so as it always happen with me, I opened my mouth. And from the very next day she was nolonger my friend. She even accused me of being the typical Software pro, who can just talk sitting in air conditioned room. I have no qualms against her, but she never talked to me again. But today I want to tell about something which I think is a revolution, a first hand account and also a successful one….
I was born in a very very small village called Bahalpur , which had a single primary school, a high school , branch of a bank and a hospital. My father was doctor there. All of my siblings and I started our schooling there only. We used to sit on the floor on mats in rooms which had no walls. Anyways I dont dislike those days, instead I enjoy, savor those moments. In our home papa alws used to bring two magazines one was 'Prantik', it was a magazine for the grown ups and the other was 'Xaphura', a childrens magaizne. Those were the only kinds of magazine always full of fun and knowledge. Those were the doors for us to the outside world. ' Then as days progressed we got another magazine called 'Vigyan Zeuti' a science magazine for students. With these magazines we travelled to moon with Neil Armstrong, went to the MIT in the US, learnt about what love can be from Anuradha.. They were alws with us. Whatever I am today, whatever my brother is today and my sister too for that matter, we owe everything to these magazines. We traveleld to diff places with papa with his postings and alws found a teacher who would show us the door ahead, and alws an avid reader of Prantik.
There would be thousands like me who have grown up with 'Xaphura' and 'Prantik' and 'Vigyan Jeuti'. And the editor of all these magazines were a single person 'Bhavendra Nath Saikia'. I have never seen him, I have never met him. I have never seen him giving lectures in front of some people about revolution. During the peak time of Assam movement we never heard him issuing any statement, only read the true side of all the stories in Prantik, he never joined politics, he was never the president of Axom Sahitya Sabha. He was truly a succesful man. He was a responsible father(His daugther was a state TT player), and great husbad, and visionary and scientist(his papers in Physics were published in international journals). I need not talk about his books, his movies.
This is revolution. Which silent but so forceful and so effective.

Tag

There goes my attempt on tagging:
1.I love: Almost everything in the world. But if you are asking about my TPs then it would go in this manner:
·        Music
·        Wondering around...
·        Movies
·        Books
·        TV
·        Eating
I love being what I am.
I love sitting alone sometimes listening to the silence.Silence also has a sound u know.
I love talking (With somebody who has the same frequency with me)
2. I hate if somebody tries to dominate me, gives order and says something as wrong while he/she himself doesn’t know the answer.
  I hate Big Mouths. I hate when somebody unnecessarily praise me..I hate those ppl who stick to the past. I hate when somebody tries to
prove that India is the best country in the world, and everybody else is trying to copy us :-)

Lets stop here today...More is coming

Matrix

The problems of life should have been like the Technical problems we face day in day out. And you can solve it within second if you know the answer. Either you know it or you dont know it. There is no grey area. If you dont know it then search the Google, and voila you have your answer. But I dont know why human beings act illogically. You cant define anybody. You cannot predict anything. In the tech world everything is so easy. U design something to work for a fixed pattern and it will work like that only, if you have your design correctly made. People should be like Softwares, at least they should have been predictable.
The situation would have been like this:
1. You need a friend. U search for a person with X,Y,Z qualities. You get one somewhere and you have a friend for life. No problem. No quarrels.
2. You dont have a friend. And in the entire earth there is nobody with those qualities. But you like someone. What you do you write a software with all the if and buts for all the situations. And you go to that person and install the software and you have a friend for life. No problem. No quarrels.
3. You face a deep problem. so what you do you make a study of the problem Try to find the root cause and solve it by writing an algorithm, or by installing some patches..
4........
So the possibilities are numerous. What do you say? Should we go to a future like this.....

Samy

Have you heard about "Samy Worm" or "JS.Spacehero worm"?
Ok you might not. You must have heard about MySpace though. It is the father of Orkut where you can do lots of things. It is one of those networking sites.And apart from just networking you can also do lots of other stuff like chatting,file sharing etc etc. And you can design you own page as well. Thats cool ha!!!!
Now there was this guy called 'Samy' who wanted to have firends, and as happens with all the guys he too wanted girl friends. So he sent friend requests to many pretty ladies but all of them rejected him.
Now he devised a noble way of making friends,and his listen to his ways by his own mouth(http://namb.la/popular)=
I began to examine the site some more, seeing how they restrict things, what they restrict, taking some breaks to look at profiles of really hot girls, trying to add them as friends and getting rejected, and getting back to making my profile cool so that they would add me as a friend later. Chicks dig cool profiles. After a little bit of messing around, I found that I could put in a longer headline than what they allowed. Hell, I could even get around their other restrictions and get HTML in there in order to add cool "effects" to my page that other people can't add. Yeah, that will get me chicks. Girls want guys who have computer hacking skills.

Let's see here...what would make my profile rock. Well, the most popular profiles on myspace pretty much consist of people with the IQ and English delivery skills of Kanye West so I don't want to mimic those, but popularity begets popularity. I need some more friends. I need people to love me. I delved into the bug and found that I could basically control the web browsing of anyone who hit my profile. In fact, I was able to develop something that caused anyone who viewed my profile to add my name to their profile's list of heroes. It's villainous. I was ecstatic.

But it wasn't enough. I needed more. So I went deeper. A Chipotle burrito bol and a few clicks later, anyone who viewed my profile who wasn't already on my friends list would inadvertently add me as a friend. Without their permission. I had conquered myspace. Veni, vidi, vici.

But it wasn't enough.

If I can become their friend...if I can become their hero...then why can't their friends become my friend...my hero. I can propagate the program to their profile, can't I. If someone views my profile and gets this program added to their profile, that means anyone who views THEIR profile also adds me as a friend and hero, and then anyone who hits THOSE people's profiles add me as a friend and hero... So if 5 people viewed my profile, that's 5 new friends. If 5 people viewed each of their profiles, that's 25 more new friends. And after that, well, that's when things get difficult. The math, I mean.

And within 20 hours he had 1,000,000+ users

So what he did actually=
Please note that this code and explanation was only released AFTER MySpace resolved this.
None of this would work on MySpace at the time it was released and it will not work now. Otherwise, there would have been mayhem.
Now, let's talk more about the problems encountered, workarounds, and how it worked in general.

1) Myspace blocks a lot of tags. In fact, they only seem to allow ‘a’, ‘img’s, and ‘div’s...maybe a few others (‘embed’'s, I think). They wouldn't allow ‘script’s, ‘body’s, onClicks, onAnythings, href's with javascript, etc...However, some browsers (IE, some versions of Safari, others) allow javascript within CSS tags. We needed javascript to get any of this to even work.
Example: ‘div style="background:url('javascript:alert(1)')"‘

2) We couldn't use quotes within the div because we had already used up single quotes and double quotes already. This made coding JS very difficult. In order to get around it, we used an expression to store the JS and then executed it by name.
Example: ‘div id="mycode" expr="alert('hah!')" style="background:url('javascript:eval(document.all.mycode.expr)')"‘

3) Sweet! Now we can do javascript with single quotes. However, myspace strips out the word "javascript" from ANYWHERE. To get around this, some browsers will actually interpret "java\nscript" as "javascript" (that's java’NEWLINE’script).
Example: ‘div id="mycode" expr="alert('hah!')" style="background:url('java
script:eval(document.all.mycode.expr)')"‘

4) Okay, while we do have single quotes working, we sometimes NEED double quotes. We'll just escape quotes, e.g., "foo\"bar". Myspace got me...they STRIP OUT all escaped quotes, whether single or double. However, we can just convert decimal to ASCII in javascript to actually produce the quotes.
Example: ‘div id="mycode" expr="alert('double quote: ' + String.fromCharCode(34))" style="background:url('java
script:eval(document.all.mycode.expr)')"‘

5) In order to post the code to the user's profile who is viewing it, we need to actually get the source of the page. Ah, we can use document.body.innerHTML in order to get the page source which includes, in only one spot, the ID of the user viewing the page. Myspace gets me again and strips out the word "innerHTML" anywhere. To avoid this, we use an eval() to evaluate two strings and put them together to form "innerHTML".
Example: alert(eval('document.body.inne' + 'rHTML'));

6) Time to actually access other pages. We would use iframes, but usually (even when hidden), iframes aren't as useful and are more obvious to the user that "something else" is going on. So, we use XML-HTTP in order for the actual client to make HTTP GETs and POSTs to pages. However, myspace strips out the word "onreadystatechange" which is necessary for XML-HTTP requests. Again, we can use an eval to evade this. Another plus to XML-HTTP is that the necessary cookies required to perform actions on myspace are passed along without any hassle.
Example: eval('xmlhttp.onread' + 'ystatechange = callback');

7) Time to perform a GET on the user's profile so that we can get their current list of heroes. We don't want to remove any heroes, we just want to append myself to their pre-existing list of heroes. If we GET their profile, we can grab their heroes and store it for later. With all the above figured out, this is simple with an XML-HTTP request except that we have to get the friend ID of the actual user viewing a profile. Like we said above, we can do this by grabbing the source of the page we're on. However, now we need to perform a search in the page for a specific word to find it. So we perform this search, however if we do this, we may end up finding our actual code since it contains the same exact word we're looking for...because saying "if this page contains 'foo', do this", that will always return true because it can always find foo within the actual code that does the searching. Another eval() with a combination of strings avoids this problem.
Example: var index = html.indexOf('frien' + 'dID');

8) At this point, we have the list of heroes. First, let's add me as a friend by performing an XML-HTTP POST on the addFriends page. Oh no, this doesn't work! Why not? We're on profile.myspace.com, however the POSTing needs to be done on www.myspace.com. No big deal, however XML-HTTP won't allow GETs/POSTs to sites with a different domain name. To get around this, let's actually go to the same URL but on www.myspace.com. You can still view profiles from www.myspace.com, so reloading the page on the domain we want to be on allows us to do the POST.
Example: if (location.hostname == 'profile.myspace.com') document.location = 'http://www.myspace.com' + location.pathname + location.search;

9) Finally we can do a POST! However, when we send the post it never actually adds a friend. Why not? Myspace generates a random hash on a pre-POST page (for example, the "Are you sure you want to add this user as a friend" page). If this hash is not passed along with the POST, the POST is not successful. To get around this, we mimic a browser and send a GET to the page right before adding the user, parse the source for the hash, then perform the POST while passing the hash.

10) Once the POST is complete, we also want to add a hero and the actual code. The code will end up going into the same place where the hero goes so we'll only need one POST for this. However, we need to pre-GET a page in order to get a new hash. But first we have to actually reproduce the code that we want to POST. The easiest way to do this is to actually grab the source of the profile we're on, parse out the code, and then POST. This works except now all sorts of things are garbled! Ah, we need to URL-encode/escape the actual code in order to POST it properly. Weird, still doesn't work. Apparently javascript's URL-encoding and escape() function doesn't escape everything necessary so we'll need to manually do some replacing here in order to get the necessary data escaped. We add a little "but most of all, samy is my hero." to the mix, append all the code right after, and voila. We have self-reproducing code, a worm if you will.

11) Other limits, such as a maximum length, imposed other problems and required tight code, no spaces, obfuscated names, reusable functions, etc..

There were a few other complications and things to get around. This was not by any means a straight forward process, and none of this was meant to cause any damage or piss anyone off. This was in the interest of..interest. It was interesting and fun!

You can get the details of the code and other technical stuff in the link:
http://namb.la/popular

Action

In Life sometimes some of the things happen just without a reason. And you try to explain them you just cannot. I dont try to justify many of the things I have done or doing. I dont want to. It would be lies if I say I dont care about anything or anybody. I am susceptible. I am vulnerable. But I try to be honest. And I want to take my chance. May be some of the things in life are just inexplainable.May be thats the case. I try to find a reason behind everything. If somebody just says something that is not acceptable to me. You have to justify that by action. ACTION is the only word which has true meaning. Nothing else..Abosultely nothing else.

Fw: India 2030 .... good one.

Just one of those forwards..But I liked it
Year :  2030
 Place : IBM, USA  (Two Americans  Talking)
 Currency Conversion Rate :  INR 1 Rs = USD $ 100  
 Alex: Hi John, you didn't come yesterday  to office?
John: Yeah, I was in Indian Embassy for  stamping.
Alex: Oh really, what happened, I heard  that nowadays it has become very strict.
John: Yeah, but I managed to get  it.
Alex: How long it took to get it stamped?  
John: Oh, it was nasty man, long queue.  Bill Gates was standing  in front of me and they played with him like  anything. That's why it  got delayed. I went there at 2 amitself and waited and returned by 4pm.
Alex: Really? In India, it is a matter of  an hour to get stamped for USA
John: Yeah, but that is because who in  Indiawill be interested  in coming to USAman, their economy has  been booming.
Alex: So, when are you leaving?  
John: Anytime, after receiving my tickets  from the client in Indiaand you know, I will  be getting a chance to fly Air-India. Sort of dream come  true.
Alex: How long are you going to stay in  India.  
John: What do you mean by how long? I will  be settled in India, my company has  promised me that they will process my Hara Patta ..(green  card)
Alex: Really, lucky person man, it is very  difficult to get a Hara Patta in India.  
John: Yeah, that's why, I am planning to  marry an Indian girl there.
Alex: But you can find lots of US girls in  Hyderabad, Bangaloreand  Mumbai.
John: But, I prefer Indian girls because  they are beautiful and cultured.
Alex: Where did you get the offer,   Bangalore ?
John: Yeah, salary is good there, but cost  of living is quite high, it is Rs. 1000/- for a single room accommodation.  
Alex: I see, that's too much for US  people, Rs.1/- =$100/-. Oh God! what about in  Hyderabad ,  Mumbai?
John: No idea, but it is less than what we  have in  Bangalore . It is like the world  headquarters of software
Alex: I heard, almost all the Indians are  having one personal Robot for help.
John: You can get a BMW car for Rs.  5000/-, and a personal Robot for less than Rs.7500/-. But my dream is to  purchase Ambassador, which costs Rs.2,00,000/- but has got a lovely  design.
Alex: By the way, who is your client?  
John: Subbarao and Apparao Associates, a  pure Indian company, specialising in Embedded  Software.
Alex: Oh, really, lucky to work in a pure  Indian company. They are really intelligent and unlike American Bodyshoppers who  have opened  their Fly-by-night outfits in India. Indian companies  pay you in full even when you are on bench.
My friend Paul Allen, it seems, used his  bench time to visit Bihar, the most liveable place in  India, probably world.  There you have full freedom and no restrictions. You can do whatever you want!  I   wonder how that state has perfected that system.  
John: Yeah man!, you are right. I hope our  Americaalso follows their  footsteps.
Alex: How are you going to cope with their  language?
John: Why not? From my school days I have  been learning Hindi as my first language here at New York. At the Consulate they  tested my proficiency in Hindi and were quite impressed by my cent per cent  score in TOHIL i.e. Test of Hindi as International  Language.
Alex: So, you are going to have fun  there.

John: Yeah, I will be travelling in the  world's fastest train, world's largest theme park, and the famous Bollywood  where you can  see actors like, Hrithik, Shah Rukh Khan and all. Esselworld  is also near Bollywood.
Alex: You know, the PM is scheduled to  visit US next year, he may then relax the number of visas.  
John: That's true. Last month, Narayana  Murthy visited White House  and donated Rs. 2000/- for infrastructure  development at aSiliconValleyand has promised  more if we follow the model of High-Tech City of   Bangalore . Bill Gates also got  a chance of meeting him. Very lucky person.
Alex: But, Indian government is planning  to split Narayanamurthy's Infosys.
John: He is a hard worker man, he can  build any number of Infosys like this. Every minute he is getting Rs. 1000/-. It  seems, if you  keep all his money converted as Rs. 100/- notes you can  reach Pluto.
Alex: OK, Good Luck  John.
John: Same to you Alex. And don't go to  Consulate in a "Kurta Pyjama" because they will think you are too Indianised and  may doubt you will  never come back and hence your Non-Immigrant Visa may  get rejected. But don't forget to say " Namaste, aap kaise hai " to the Visa  officer at Window 5. It seems he likes that and will not give you a    visa if you don't greet him that way.

First e-mail blog

I am just trying to publish my first e-mail blog. It is really bad that mobile blog are still not being supported from India. Lets see how it goes, it is really cool to be able to do it.....

Some novels...

How can a novel make your character? How much influence can it have on your thinking? Frankly saying I have not come across any study(Which nowadays happen a dozen a day, when one study say that Alcohol is bad for your health, the next day another will say that wine makes you live longer :-) ) on this subject. But if I think about myself three novels have deep impact on my personality. First and foremost is Anurdhar Dex(Meaning the land of Anuradha), an Assamese Novel. It is about a Petroleum Engineer whose search of love takes him to a girl far away from his land and finds her nestled and troubled by the past but whose loves of life make her an epitome of love (I think I have got my Anuradha..now dont ask who she is!)..This novel shaped my attitude towards love.
The second novel is Basudev Bhattacharya's 'Rain through the Night', which shaped my attitudes towards man-woman relationship. And the last and foremost is Ayn Rands 'Fountainhead'.

Untouchable

The heaven is overcast..
The waves touching the feet
carries a distant dream
Shadowed in the shadow of dreams...
The waves keep on coming back
And it tingles the heart.
I want to listen to the sound of waves,
crushing against the stones times and times again..
An untouchable pain..
Why aspire for something
That is not touchable,
From the top of the mountain
Still it calls.........
And I run

State of Mind

I dont know why but nowadays I dont feel like writing blog. May be I have become lazier.So many things have happened since the last post.I am in bit of indecissivness right now.But I know I have to take the decission. May be by next month..I am not scared or anything but still lots of things depend upon this. Maybe I think too much. I tell myself just forget all the worries, and will see whatever happens.But the problem is I am too touchy.Too emotional. But I dont want to change myself, because I know thats my strength too.

Pune rains

The rainy days are back again..with the memory of last summer when Mumbai drowned and Pune too got its fair share of rains,the rains are back again. Its almost 2 weeks now that I got my car and ever since have not got a single day to drive it with out the wipers..The roads are back to its orginal shape(Obeying the low of entropy, which says that everything tends to go back to its original state...).Last Saturday we played football, and it was hell of fun. Totally wet we palyed for around 3 hours. I played footbal almost after 5 years...It was fun, planning to play again this weekend.Lets see whats in store

HOTEL PARADISE

I had a long long vacation and came back from home on 3rd June. I toured the whole Assam, from Dibrugarh to Bongaigaon. I feasted like a beast and slept like 'Kumbhkarn'. One interesting incident happened and I just cant resisit writing abt it. My younger sis is working in Regional Research Laboratory, Jorhat. So I went to meet her. As she stays in shared accomodation I went for a hotel. I know about the weird rules of hotels of small place. So this time I decided that I would be staying in the finest hotel available. So I went to 'Hotel Paradise'. A three star(according to all the billboards) and very old and prestigious hotel. I gave my introduction, I told them I was coming from Pune. I reahced the hotel at around 4 oclock. I called up my sis and told her to come to the hotel to meet me. I had some gifts for her. She came to the hotel lobby and called me up. I went down and was just coming back to room with her then the most bizzare incident happened. The manager started shouting from the reception ' Ladies are not allowed in the rooms!'. I said she is my sis. He said 'Still NO'.He said if you want you ppl can have talk in the restaurent or lobby but not in room. I was shocked. And all the ppl there were looking at me with a crooked smile in their faces.(As if some of my sinster idea has been foiled by the ever alert manager). As my sis was with me I didnot say much. We sat in the restaurent. I brought all the gifts and all from my room to the restaurent to give to her.
I was really shocked by the behavier of a manager of the hotel. I have visited numerous hotels in score of places. I had friends visiting me, I never faced an incident like this.
I understand many hotels have their own rules, but there should be a little decency of conveying this to the guests, you dont make your guests feel embarassed.
I am never going back to that hotel(HOTEL PARADISE) again in my life, and also advise other ppl to to do so...

Dreamzs

There was this guy, always active, always burning with lots of energy. He used to be my greatest competitor in school days, though he was a year senior to me. He was good. He had experience of many other things apart from school books, which included right from cultivation to repairing a truck. But life was always little harsher with him. At class 9 he was diagnosed with cancer and he was given only six month to survive. That started a different kind of life for him. He started drinking, smoking in that small age and dropped one year. His parents took him to the top medical institutes only to find that the diagnosis was not accurate and he did not have any cancer. So he came to our class. I met him while at class XI. We did everything together. Apart from him there were 3 more guys and we were a gang. We were used to be called Panch Pandav. After XII I went for engineering, he tried Medical and became a Veterinary Doctor, to his own choice. The others too drifted one went to Delhi, one to Pune and only one was left there. I will talk about the others some other day. He completed his graduation and then joined a top Rural Management Institute to do his PG. He completed that and joined a NGO in Goa. He was happy woking there, enjoying life. Then another tragedy strucked. His father expired. And being the eldest son he had go back and took up his fathers business and support the family. We had started a NGO while at school with big dreams like changing the society(Part of the big dreams we used to have while growing up). He took the mantel of the NGO after going back. But the other members were not happy about it as others thought he must be having vested interest. So finally it was divided into two NGOs. Whenever we used to talk we used to talk about white revolution of Gujrat, about Amul, how it transformed Gujrat. We too dreamt of a venture like that. I dreamt from far away but he dreamt from within the system. He raised his ideas in the different NGO meets and as with the mindset of our people every time he proposed it, it was turned down. I kept on pushing him. Day after yesterday I go a call from him. He is coming to Pune to visit the Alpha Level the company which supplies dairy plant equipment. He is going to open his own dairy farm. Thousand applauses to him. And wish him all the luck...

Home.....

So finally I am going home. I did my tickets in Jet airways, and its so much costly that I think in that much cost I could have made a trip to Singapore. But I am not compalining I am going home again. Why homes are so special??Whenever I reach Borjhar I feel such a kind of nostalgia..It feels so fresh, so warm, so green. Leaving the crowd of Pune and Mumbai it seems as if I have come to some resort. A vast resort, sparkling with freshness and richness. When at home I will have to reach home before 9 oclock every night, there will be no smoking .....Lets see how it goes
Whose song was it-- West Virgina, Mumma I am coming home????

Another Long Weekend

First I planned for going to some nearby hillstation for a quite-cool weekend. But I found no taker. And I didnt want to bore myself going somewhere alone, and so I made the plans to go to Bangalore to my big bro's place. I called him up and told I am coming. Then started looking at ways to reach there. First checked all the so-called low-cost airlines. And I found out that on Friday the rates were the highest, even higher than going home. Again tried another option of going by Bus and coming back by flight. Then I added up the days to find out that I wil get only two nights there....Too less days... So I cancelled all my plans. Seems another long weekend wasted. Again the same sleeping the whole day, watching one-two movie, eating out... I want a break a ya....What to do?

A lazy evening

Sitting by the sid of Khragwasala dam, looking at the wavy water, with the sun playing hide and seek with the water, I found myself refreshingly romantic... Sitting amdist all the love birds(its quite a lovers point), may be something must have got induced.I was alone there, just not feeling like doing anything yesterday and so in the evening went to the Khragwasala lake.I didnt want to convince anybody to go with me and so thought of going alone.When I get married I would prefer marrying somebody who would atleast share with me the habit of going somewhere without any reason. My God it would be quite a task otherwise convincing her to go somewhere just like that, without a reason. None of my roommates go to any place like that. They think I am a romantic fool, going to Shinhegad fort at 2 oclock in the night without any reason just to have a look at the sunrise in the morning...... But I am like that only.

Enlightment

I think I am understading the corporate culture(after working for four long years. Quite an enlightment). Till now whenever I was put into an assignment,I used to think 'Con heres my platform to prove myself'. And there I was slogging like there was no tomorrow. I used to think once I complete this assignment I will be getting ample amount of rest and lourels. Yesh lourels I got but rest!! Ha haaha no rest. As soon as one project was over I had to start with another and then another and the cycle keeps going on. Now(From today) I have decided to take every single day lightly. Fight with Client-fine, Fight with the team-Fine......I will not take tension as I used to take. Maybe this way I will be calmer. Next month I am taking a long leave and going home(Assam). Home sweet home......

Tiresome days

I dont know why I am feeling very tired for last few days. Nothing is wrong in the professional front. Everything is going great.Went to the new disc 'Palazo' last friday night(Had a great time there), the next day to a dinner party hosted by the support team head of my group, on Sunday enjoyed a large buffet in the hotel Pride. So it seems everything is fine. But I dont know why I am tired. Very tired. Went to jog also. Can anybody tell me what do I do?

Something stupid

'Hoitu Pranar bhakha bur enekuye,
Hothate uthibo khuja Muhurtu boror nisina,
Sinaki Sinaki loga ekhon mukhor dore.
Ketuao nedekha ekhon mukhe baroo
Kiyo maje maje amoni kore Hothate
Ratir gohin muhurtot
Jeneba ek singibu nuara akorshon
Hoitu Pranar bhakha bur enekuye'