Tilak Shaharpara

Tilak, also spelt Tilok is a historical Hinducised village the name received from Tilaka is generally made on the forehead or there is another meaning of Tilak (the tilak-mark of kings). 


By rising up on her lap and listening to their music at every sunrise as well as the sunset and also special ceremonies on other occasions, they simply use their musical instruments and harmonic voices to serve their purposes.



During the Bangladesh Liberation War on (31st August 1971) Mass Killings in Sriramshi (village) where the rotting corpses were floating around the Duwalabone or Dowalabon or Daulahbone (paddy field of Prince) that lies on the north-west part of Shaharpara. It smells beyond the description of words. After the Independence of Bangladesh, the paddy field was full of ripened rice and harvesting was taking place everywhere around the village. 

Especially in my house's verandah and the courtyards were full of rice crops from Buraya. The paddy field lies on the Southern part of Shaharpara. At night, the harvesters are busy doing threshing, separating the stalks and sorting out the grains as well as they tell a fascinating story by singing songs without musical instruments.

In the year (1973) on the way after the prayer of Maghrib (just after sunset) with my Babasab (Dad), I asked him why the Hindu people play musical instruments during our prayers, and he replied they are doing their prayers too.

                                   "Three modest men story was told by my dad”

An encounter between three modest men at the mouth of a three-way dirt track. They asked each other their destination. All three of the answers were for work and a better future. 

They saw a tree in the distance after walking a long way under the hot sun. They decided to rest in its shade. At rest, they ate some food and fell into a deep sleep. 

The first man woke up and saw a twig on the ground. He started curving the branch and created a beautiful female sculpture and placed the sculpture under the tree with his name on it. 

Then the second man woke up and saw a sculpture of a beautiful female figure, he started to make a dress for the statue out of leaves and left the sculpture under the tree with his name on its dress. 

Then the third man woke up and saw a beautiful figure dressed in beautiful clothes. He started making jewellery from tree bark and placed the sculpture under the tree with his name on it. Finally, the sculpture of the beautiful female statue was fully decorated and embellished, and the artists placed it under the tree and disappeared. 

This story tells me to judge or recognise people by their deeds or actions, not by their faces. Knowledge never ends and hope never ends; therefore, creativity never ends in the lifetime of a man or a person, just as a true artist or true man never dies, they remain in history without reinventing themselves.

The first man was a sculptor who made a living by carving sculptures.

The second person was a dress designer who made a living by making a dress.

The third person was a goldsmith who made a living from making jewellery. 

Those who were self-deprecating were confident in their work and their abilities! 
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