How far is Mashrafee's home from Kolkata stadium?

[pagol-chagol]

Norail to Kolkata. People used to walk that distance just a century ago. How long does it take to travel by car now?

http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&tab=wl

[DJ Sahastra]

I doubt if Mashrafe is thinking of anything other than first-class air tickets.

Btw, how far is his home from Pabna?

[pagol-chagol]

Originally Posted by DJ Sahastra
I doubt if Mashrafe is thinking of anything other than first-class air tickets.

Btw, how far is his home from Pabna?

Sorry Norail was in Kushtia (not Khulna-edited).

I doubt if there is any direct flight from Norail to Kolkata. I was thinking about how many of his friends and family members will travel to Kolkata for every game.

[shabbir]

I doubt our general people will afford to buy even gallery ticket.Last time Shah Khan was disappointed to see ticket sale.400 rupees for one gallery ticket too much for ordinary people

[desirocker]

but still its far

[pagol-chagol]

I just looked up google map, and Narail is only 100 miles from Kolkata and there is direct major road (Bangladesh style highway?) going from Narail to Kolkata. Good for them.

[mali007]

Joto door - e houk ---- norail express -- a chorey kolkata jaabo !!!!

[Rabz]

Originally Posted by pagol-chagol
I just looked up google map, and Narail is only 100 miles from Kolkata and there is direct major road (Bangladesh style highway?) going from Narail to Kolkata. Good for them.

I think its called Jessore road.
its starts in Jessore and ends up in somewhere in West Bengal, in Calcutta if i'm not mistaken.

There just be a road connecting the two neighbouring Districts, Jessore and Narail.

So practically, Calcutta is just on the other side of the road for Mash, never mind how long the road is.

[DJ Sahastra]

You guys must be out of your mind to think that Mashrafe has any road in his mind. That unless he is scared of the regional airline

[rubel_18]

Looking at the wages he is gonna get I fink he's thinking about a first class ticket to Calcutta Airport

[Rabz]

Too bad, that first class ride is only going to last 45 mins.
Thats the flight time between Dhaka-Kolkata!

[Spitfire_x86]

45 mins is in crappy GMG planes, 35 mins in others

[pagol-chagol]

Originally Posted by Rabz
I think its called Jessore road.
its starts in Jessore and ends up in somewhere in West Bengal, in Calcutta if i'm not mistaken.

There just be a road connecting the two neighbouring Districts, Jessore and Narail.

So practically, Calcutta is just on the other side of the road for Mash, never mind how long the road is.

Is that Jessore Road? Wow. Thanks for telling me that. Jessore road was a major artery through which people fled during our two biggest political shake ups this century. Trail of tears. There is a song by "Lopa Mudra Mitro" about the tears on Jessore Road.

http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&tab=wl

Narail is at the middle of Kolkata airport and Dhaka airport. About 100 miles either way. His friends and family must be gobbling up season tickets.

[Zeeshan]

Possible future thread opening topics:

-Will Mashrafe say "jol" instead of "pani" when in India?
-Is Mashrafe a fan of Buddhodev Goo?
-Talvin Singh or Buddha Bar? Which one is in Mashrafe's ipod?
-Do you think Mashrafe will try thali once in India?
-Do you think Mashrafe will say "Aggey dada maainey jaa dey, tate gorom jol diye chaan korar bhaggi jute nai....?"

[pagol-chagol]

Originally Posted by Gopal Bhar
Possible future thread opening topics:

-Will Mashrafe say "jol" instead of "pani" when in India?
-Is Mashrafe a fan of Buddhodev Goo?
-Talvin Singh or Buddha Bar? Which one is in Mashrafe's ipod?
-Do you think Mashrafe will try thali once in India?
-Do you think Mashrafe will say "Aggey dada maainey jaa dey, tate gorom jol diye chaan korar bhaggi jute nai....?"

Hahaha . Point taken. I thought it was great that Mashrafee's home was so close to KKR stadium. A player from Jessore would have been even closer.

[Murad]

Bengali should say Jol. Pani is a urdu/Parsi word. Jol is the real bangla for water.

[Ajfar]

try mapquest

[One World]

September on Jessore Road

Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to **** but sand channel ruts Millions of fathers in rain Millions of mothers in pain Millions of brothers in woe Millions of sisters nowhere to go One Million aunts are dying for bread One Million uncles lamenting the dead Grandfather millions homeless and sad Grandmother millions silently mad Millions of daughters walk in the mud Millions of children wash in the flood A Million girls vomit & groan Millions of families hopeless alone Millions of souls nineteenseventyone homeless on Jessore road under grey sun A million are dead, the million who can Walk toward Calcutta from East Pakistan Taxi September along Jessore Road Oxcart skeletons drag charcoal load past watery fields thru rain flood ruts Dung cakes on treetrunks, plastic-roof huts Wet processions Families walk Stunted boys big heads don't talk Look bony skulls & silent round eyes Starving black angels in human disguise Mother squats weeping & points to her sons Standing thin legged like elderly nuns small bodied hands to their mouths in prayer Five months small food since they settled there on one floor mat with small empty pot Father lifts up his hands at their lot Tears come to their mother's eye Pain makes mother Maya cry Two children together in palmroof shade Stare at me no word is said Rice ration, lentils one time a week Milk powder for warweary infants meek No vegetable money or work for the man Rice lasts four days eat while they can Then children starve three days in a row and vomit their next food unless they eat slow. On Jessore road Mother wept at my knees Bengali tongue cried mister Please Identity card torn up on the floor Husband still waits at the camp office door Baby at play I was washing the flood Now they won't give us any more food The pieces are here in my celluloid purse Innocent baby play our death curse Two policemen surrounded by thousands of boys Crowded waiting their daily bread joys Carry big whistles & long bamboo sticks to whack them in line They play hungry tricks Breaking the line and jumping in front Into the circle sneaks one skinny runt Two brothers dance forward on the mud stage Teh gaurds blow their whistles & chase them in rage Why are these infants massed in this place Laughing in play & pushing for space Why do they wait here so cheerful & dread Why this is the House where they give children bread The man in the bread door Cries & comes out Thousands of boys and girls Take up his shout Is it joy? is it prayer? "No more bread today" Thousands of Children at once scream "Hooray!" Run home to tents where elders await Messenger children with bread from the state No bread more today! & and no place to squat Painful baby, sick **** he has got. Malnutrition skulls thousands for months Dysentery drains bowels all at once Nurse shows disease card Enterostrep Suspension is wanting or else chlorostrep Refugee camps in hospital shacks Newborn lay naked on mother's thin laps Monkeysized week old Rheumatic babe eye Gastoenteritis Blood Poison thousands must die September Jessore Road rickshaw 50,000 souls in one camp I saw Rows of bamboo huts in the flood Open drains, & wet families waiting for food Border trucks flooded, food cant get past, American Angel machine please come fast! Where is Ambassador Bunker today? Are his Helios machinegunning children at play? Where are the helicopters of U.S. AID? Smuggling dope in Bangkok's green shade. Where is America's Air Force of Light? Bombing North Laos all day and all night? Where are the President's Armies of Gold? Billionaire Navies merciful Bold? Bringing us medicine food and relief? Napalming North Viet Nam and causing more grief? Where are our tears? Who weeps for the pain? Where can these families go in the rain? Jessore Road's children close their big eyes Where will we sleep when Our Father dies? Whom shall we pray to for rice and for care? Who can bring bread to this **** flood foul'd lair? Millions of children alone in the rain! Millions of children weeping in pain! Ring O ye tongues of the world for their woe Ring out ye voices for Love we don't know Ring out ye bells of electrical pain Ring in the conscious of America brain How many children are we who are lost Whose are these daughters we see turn to ghost? What are our souls that we have lost care? Ring out ye musics and weep if you dare-- Cries in the mud by the thatch'd house sand drain Sleeps in huge pipes in the wet ****-field rain waits by the pump well, Woe to the world! whose children still starve in their mother's arms curled. Is this what I did to myself in the past? What shall I do Sunil Poet I asked? Move on and leave them without any coins? What should I care for the love of my loins? What should we care for our cities and cars? What shall we buy with our Food Stamps on Mars? How many millions sit down in New York & sup this night's table on bone & roast pork? How many millions of beer cans are tossed in Oceans of Mother? How much does She cost? Cigar gasolines and asphalt car dreams Stinking the world and dimming star beams-- Finish the war in your breast with a sigh Come tast the tears in your own Human eye Pity us millions of phantoms you see Starved in Samsara on planet TV How many millions of children die more before our Good Mothers perceive the Great Lord? How many good fathers pay tax to rebuild Armed forces that boast the children they've killed? How many souls walk through Maya in pain How many babes in illusory pain? How many families hollow eyed lost? How many grandmothers turning to ghost? How many loves who never get bread? How many Aunts with holes in their head? How many sisters skulls on the ground? How many grandfathers make no more sound? How many fathers in woe How many sons nowhere to go? How many daughters nothing to eat? How many uncles with swollen sick feet? Millions of babies in pain Millions of mothers in rain Millions of brothers in woe Millions of children nowhere to go Allen Ginsberg I wish Allen was alive and could write a new poem - a poem of hope and change in this recession free transit!

[akabir77]

I thought KKR r not playing in cullkatta.... they have some other fields out side the city or something...

[Kabir]

It's like this:

Jessore | | Kolkata

The pipelines in b/w is the border...and between the pipelines is the No Man's Land.

I suggest Mashrafee turns it into:
Jessore | [Mash's home] | Kolkata

[Zunaid]

Originally Posted by muradnyc
Bengali should say Jol. Pani is a urdu/Parsi word. Jol is the real bangla for water.

Both words originate from Sanskrit. Each group chose a different variant to appear different.

[bangla-red]

Can't his family get a hotel in Kolkata?

[Murad]

Originally Posted by Zunaid
Both words originate from Sanskrit. Each group chose a different variant to appear different.

Yes.. but still isn't it Urdu?

I think our bengali language is mixed-up of so many other langauges. Parsi, Urdu, Spanish, Hindi, English, Arabic..etc..

[Zeeshan]

french,portuguese,danish,russian...

[pagol-chagol]

One World,

600,000 thanks for that Allen Ginsberg poem.