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History, Heritage & Culture / Independence Day
« on: March 04, 2013, 12:30:18 PM »
A Long Way to Freedom

The people of Bangladesh discovered their identity through the Language Movement in 1952. The struggle to establish their identity and national spirit began soon after 1947, when the British left India dividing it into two countries: India and Pakistan. Bangladesh, then East Pakistan, was part of Pakistan, which was put together by combining two geographically, culturally, and linguistically separate groups of people. The people of Bangladesh soon realized that being a part of Pakistan, which was created on the two nation theory, there was little scope for the distance culture of Bangladeshis to flourish. The Bangla language was the most important vehicle of the cultural expression for the people of this land. The refusal of the central government in West Pakistan to grant official status to the Bangla became the focal point of struggle.

The contradiction of the two Pakistans , the racial oppression and the exploitation of the West over the East was gradually unveiled. The struggle for the consciousness of identity and cultural freedom which began with the advent of the student movements of the 60's gained momentum in the mass movement of non-cooperation in 1969. Though it brought about the fall of a mighty military ruler like Ayub Khan, the ultimate goal of self-rule was not achieved. After this, came the election of 1970 with absolute victory of Sheikh Mujibur Rahman.

In the elections of December 7, 1970 the Awami League won 160 out of 162 seats in East Pakistan, all but two, and would have had a clear majority in the new assembly had it been convened. Sheikh Mujibur Rahman became the majority party leader of the Pakistan National Assembly .

The military rulers of Pakistan refused to allow the Awami League to form a government. A heinous conspiracy was plotted by the then Pakistani military dictator Yahya Khan along with Zulfikar Ali bhutto. Even though a conspiracy was being planned, General Yahya Khan was careful not to let this be known. On the 13th of February he announced that on the 3rd of March there would be a session of National A ssembly in Dhaka. Everyone began to eagerly await that day. Major General Ziaur Rahman on behalf of Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, announced the declaration of independence from Kalurghat Radio Station. A full scale movement of non-cooperation with the military government began on the 26th of March, 1971 which is celebrated as the Independence Day every year. Thus Bangladesh plunged into a gory war seeking its own birth.

The Pakistan Army began their genocide by attacking the innocent Bangladeshis of Dhaka city. The dwellers of Dhaka city never confronted such unimaginable cruelty. The Pakistani army systematically massacred 35,000 Bengali intellectuals and unleashed a brutal war against the Bangalees of East Pakistan to prevent their aspire of independence. But the brave people of this beloved land did not let the dream encircled flag of red and green fall down to dust.

During the nine month struggle which ensued an estimated three million Bengalees died and and ten million refuges fled into India. Sheikh Mujib was imprisoned in west Pakistan. A Bangladesh Government in exile was established. The Bangalees started a smart and courageous guerrilla warfare. At one point, India also got involved in the war. The actual military campaign of India took place in December and lasted only ten days. The Indian Army launched a massive offensive against the Pakistani forces to support the Bangladesh movement. On December 16, 1971, the Pakistan army surrendered.


History of War by Zafar Iqbal (English)
History of War by Zafar Iqbal (Bangla)
History of Independence for Children
Images of the War
Hamoodur Rahman Commission Report

 

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Edexcel Board / Edexcel Exam Time
« on: November 26, 2012, 09:39:54 AM »
To observe this new schedule strictly, all Edexcel exams in Bangladesh will be held as follows from January 2013 examinations:All AM session exams will start from: 2:00pm (Bangladesh time)
All PM session exams will start from: 7:00pm (Bangladesh time)
Both

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Smart Class / Smart Class
« on: September 27, 2012, 06:30:06 PM »
Mysmartclass is a digital initiative pioneered and invented by DIS. smartclass is transforming the way teachers teach and students learn in schools. It ’s a new age technology movement that is fast becoming an imperative for schools. Soon it will touch every class in DIS.

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English / English
« on: April 23, 2012, 02:47:04 PM »
1st Terminal Examination-2012
Class-Play
Subject : English
Time : 1.30 Hours                Total Marks-50



1. Say small letters a to m.                 26  
2. Say two words with the following letters.        10
   a, d, g, i, m.
3. Say the Rhyme “one, two, Buckle my shoe”.     04
4. Match the letters with the pictures.           10

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Bangla / Bangla
« on: April 23, 2012, 02:40:40 PM »
Daffodil International School
1st Terminal Examination-2012
Class-Play
Subject : Bengali
Time : 1.30 Hours             Total Marks-50


1| A †_‡K J ch©š— ¯^ieY©¸‡jv ej|                22
2| wb‡Pi eY©¸‡jv w`‡q GKwU K‡i kã ej|          10
3| †LvKb †LvKb K‡i Avq QovwU ej|                08
4| Qwei mv‡_ eY© wgjvI|                   10


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Parents Guidance / Top Ten Ways to Teach Values to Your Kids
« on: March 12, 2012, 09:44:12 AM »

By Mark Brandenburg
 
How to teach kids values

    1. Tell them your life stories and teach through your stories
    Kids love to hear stories about your childhood. Weave in some moral dilemmas and you’ve got great opportunities to teach values to them. It certainly beats lecturing your kids!

    2. Live your own life according to your values—walk the talk.
    Kids learn by imitating, especially at a young age. They are very adept at seeing if what you say and what you do are matching up. Don’t give them confusing signals; follow your own values every moment.

   3.  Expose them to your religion or faith
    It seems especially important today to let them know that they’re not alone. Providing your kids with a community of faith will strengthen their values and provide parents some “leverage”

    4. Pay attention to who else might be teaching values to your kids
    Get to know your child’s teachers, coaches, relatives, etc. Anyone who spends time with your kids may be influencing them. Know their values and beliefs as well.

    5. Ask your kids questions that will stimulate dialogue about values
    Telling them what values they should have won’t always be effective, especially when your kids get older. Asking them “curious” questions will allow discussions that will eventually lead to values. “What did you think about that fight,” may be more effective than, “He shouldn’t have started that fight!”

    6. Talk to them about values in a relaxed and easy way
    Nothing will turn your kids off more than preaching values to them after they’ve screwed up! Talk to them when everyone’s relaxed, and do it in a light, conversational manner. They’ll be much more likely to be listening rather than tuning you out.

   7. Read them fairy tales when they’re younger
    Fairy tales capture the imagination of kids and can easily lead to a discussion of values. Kids will learn the most concerning values when they’re excited about the topic.

    8. Involve your kids in art, activities, or helping others while limiting TV and video games
    Kids learn values when they experience them. Allow them to experience helping others and involve them in activities that will expand their creativity.

   9. Have frequent conversations about values in your household
    This lets your kids know that it’s important and it’s not just something you talk about when they do something wrong.

   10. Have high expectations for your kids’ value systems
    Kids will tend to rise to the level of expectation you have for them. Their value system will often reflect yours if the expectations are high.

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IT Forum / Convert Microsoft Word 2007 to all version.
« on: February 29, 2012, 10:09:32 AM »
1. Not everyone has updated to the 2007 edition of Microsoft Office. So a problem arises as we send them a Word 2007 document without converting it into 2003 format. However, it is possible to make Word 2007 always save in 2003 format. By changing a few settings, we can make Word 2007 always save in 2003 format automatically. This can save our time as we won’t have to convert a document each time we have to send one. Follow these steps to make Word 2007 always save in 2003 format:
1.     Open Word 2007.

2.     Click on the Office button.
3.     Click on the Word Options button at the bottom. 4. The Word Options dialog box will appear.
5. Select the Save Tab
6. Select the word “Word 97-2003 Documents” from   the menu of “save files in this format”

7.Click on the OK button
 The same procedure of Microsoft Word 2007 to     anyone. The same procedure can be used to change the setting of Microsoft Excel 2007.

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Award / 1st and 2nd Prize.
« on: February 29, 2012, 10:00:24 AM »
The occasion of 5th International Film Festival, English Literary Club (ELC) Daffodil International University, arranged an Art Competition for Children on 23rd January-2012. In this competition more than 55 children from Different schools like- Daffodil International School, Nalonda Biddalaya, Oyster International School participated enthusiastically. Well renowned artist Mustafa Monwar was the chief guest and Judge of this Art competition for children.1st and 2nd prize were won by the students named Mumtahena & Abdul Muneem from Daffodil International School. Asad, Student of Oyster International School won the 3rd Prize. After the competition, Mustafa Monwar made an open discussion with children about drawing and its grammar. The program was ended with presenting a Crest to the famous artist Mustafa Monwar by ELC Coordinator Umme Kulsum.

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Story & Experience / A Man of the Past
« on: January 08, 2012, 06:18:28 PM »
A Man of the Past

by George M. Farris

Antan held an alchemical lamp in a trembling, outstretched hand, staring into the darkness of the archives. He walked lightly, shelves housing thousands of books towering above him on either side, as though he were afraid of waking someone. But it was past midnight and Antan was all alone in the archives, all alone to index and catalog as was afforded to him in his position as an apprentice monk.

At least he thought he was all alone.

“No, no,” the monk muttered to himself, his robe brushing at his ankles with each cautious step. “It must have been nothing. Must have been a mouse. Maybe a breeze from somewhere.” The archives were housed in a sprawling building that rivaled the Thorn Palace. So it was not so unlikely that a gust of wind issued forth from some forgotten corner, window, or passage, or at least he liked to believe as much. But he knew every square inch of the Vandorian Historical Archives where he labored and no such nook or cranny existed.

Attributing the phantom feeling to a potent combination of the late hour and imagination, Antan returned to the small desk where he indexed and cataloged new additions to the archives. In addition to his duties indexing and cataloging, he had endeavored, as did all of the other monks, to cross-reference every single work in the archives. It was a monumental task. It would take a lifetime, a hundred lifetimes. And it would still never be finished.

Antan returned the lamp to the desk, and he took a deep breath to calm himself. Though still jittery he resumed his duties, and before long he became so absorbed in his work that the thought of some unseen thing skirting by faded away. Still he could not shake the cold feeling that crept up his spine from time to time until dawn came.

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Articles, Poetry, Rhymes & Write up / Childrens Are
« on: December 28, 2011, 12:06:49 PM »
Children are the worlds most valuable resource  and  its best hope for the future      -J.F. Kennedy   

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IT Forum / How can change your DIS Password
« on: November 18, 2011, 09:30:32 AM »
Hi all you can change your DIS  password this way :
1- logon to your DIS account
2- Go to “settings” in the top right hand corner of the  screen
3- go to accounts Tab
4- click on  Account settings
5- a new window will open you can see in left side of window ” Change password ”
6-And click on save button

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Story & Experience / Tiger Son
« on: November 01, 2011, 12:26:42 PM »
Tiger Son

Written and Illustrated by Teresa Ng
Based on an Ancient Chinese Tale by Po Chung-ling

Once there was an elderly widow, Chen Ma, who lived with her only son inside a forest in the Shanxi Province. Her son was one of the tiger hunters licensed by the local magistrate, following the same profession of his father and grandfather before him. His share of the profits from the sale of tiger skins, meat and bones was sufficient to keep the small mud hut well provisioned for himself and his old mother.
All was well until a particularly bitter winter. During a snowstorm, Chen Ma's son was separated from his fellow hunters and became food for a hungry tigress.
After her initial shock and grief subsided, Chen Ma took stock of her own utterly desperate situation -- an old woman left all alone. She went and implored the magistrate to provide her with compensation for the loss of her son, who was her only source of support. The magistrate decreed that henceforth, she would have a small share of profits from the kill of each tiger by the hunters. Needless to say, his decision was not taken well by the hunters, who had plenty of mouths of their own to feed -- both old and young.
  
 
So, when the hunters succeeded in killing the tigress that ate Chen Ma's son, they decided not to give her a share of the profits. Instead, they brought her the tigress' newborn cub. He was a small quivery ball of golden fur with wobbly legs and toothless gums. The rope they tied around his neck was so tight that it was practically choking him. Instantly, Chen Ma's heart went out to this helpless creature, whose jade-green eyes were glistening with tears.
After the hunters left, the tiger cub wobbled to where Chen Ma sat and lay at her feet. She bent down to rub his ears and he licked her shoes with his soft tongue.
The elderly widow looked at the tiger baby and sighed. "They told me to butcher you, to salt and smoke your flesh for my meat supply. Your skin would make warm boots for my feet; your bones are good for making Tiger Bone Wine to ease the pain in my joints. But oh, how can I bear to kill you? You are so young and vital, while I am so old and frail."
  
 
And so, Chen Ma untied the rope from the little tiger's neck and fed him a paste of cooked roots with her fingers. Her son had a good supply of grains and roots in the attached shed and she planned to stretch the food out to last the winter.
When the store of the firewood was running low, Chen Ma was unable to keep her bedroll on top of the kang warm (a kang is a bed base built of bricks with space for a small fire). So she slept curling against the baby tiger, whose soft fur was cozy and warm.
Once ever so often, women from nearby villages would bring sewing for Chen Ma to do. She was very handy with a needle. They paid her for her labor with dried venison and small sacks of grain. At first they did not find the little tiger's presence alarming; he was no bigger than a piglet. However, when spring came, he had grown into the size of a calf, showing a full set of teeth and claws. The women told their hunter husbands and the men came to kill the young tiger.
Chen Ma armed herself with her son's hunting spear and threatened to gut anyone who dared to harm her beloved pet.
"I've lost both husband and son. This tiger is the only companion I have now. I shall go to the magistrate and request to adopt him as my son."
The hunters thought the old woman had become mad and jeered at her. But since she was so determined, they dared not kill her tiger without the magistrate's permission. So they followed Chen Ma and her tiger all the way to the official's judgment hall.
"Venerable Mother," said the magistrate. "Your request is most unusual. Are you not afraid that some day the tiger might revert to his wild nature and devour you?"
  
 
"Honorable sir," replied the old widow with tears in her eyes. "What is there to fear? I have lived too long. The only worry I have now is being left utterly alone. Please let me adopt this young tiger, for he has become like a son in my affections."
The kindly magistrate did not have the heart to refuse such an ancient woman's pleading. So he had his assistant draw up a document for the tiger's adoption.
In order to protect the tiger from the hunters' arrows and spears, the magistrate ordered a large copper pendent made to hang around the beast's neck. The words "Fu Chee" were engraved on the pendent meaning Tiger Son. To show her deep gratitude, Chen Ma knelt down in front of the magistrate and knocked her forehead three times. Then she led Fu Chee back to their home in the forest.
 
 
By next winter, Fu Chee had grown into his maximum size. Chen Ma's hut was in danger of collapsing whenever the tiger became playful. Reluctantly, she allowed Fu Chee to make his home inside a cave nearby.
 
 
However, the affectionate tiger came back to visit his adopted mother often, always bearing a gift in his mouth -- a dead deer or a large piece of tree branch. Also, he still liked to lick her shoes and to have his ears rubbed. Chen Ma's needs were being cared for just as if her natural son was still alive!
After Chen Ma died at the ripe old age past one hundred, the hunters noticed Fu Chee guarded her tomb nightly. They left him unmolested as he had never attacked any humans or domestic animals. This went on for a number of years and then one day the tiger was seen no more.
  
 
Out of deep respect and admiration for the filial tiger son, the hunters erected a small stone monument at Chen Ma's tomb with Fu Chee's story engraved on it. Henceforth, Fu Chee became a household legend in that part of Shanxi Province.


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Articles, Poetry, Rhymes & Write up / ANIMALS YOU CAN SEE AT THE ZOO
« on: November 01, 2011, 09:34:03 AM »
ANIMALS YOU CAN SEE AT THE ZOO

 
Elephant
This is an elephant. They are very big animals and have a long memory, and a very long nose called a trunk. They make a trumpet sound


Lion   
This is the lion. It is the king of the jungle and goes ROAR!

Kangaroo
This is the kangaroo from Australia. It bounces and bounces anywhere it wants to go.

Giraffe
This is the giraffe. It has a very long neck to reach the tender leaves up high on a tree. They are very tall and very quiet animals.

Tiger
This is the tiger. It is a big cat that hunts in the jungle. Be careful not to run into one of these big cats in the jungle!. It goes GRRRRRR.......


Alligator
This is an alligator. They have a lot of teeth and spend most of the time in the water. Don't go near these big creatures. They rumble RRRRRR.....RRRRRRR!

Flamingo

This is the flamingo. It is a big beautiful bird. They are very noisy and go SQUAK...SQUAK...!

Rhino
This is the rhino. He is a big animal and has a horn on his head. They go snort, snort
This is the rhino. He is a big animal and has a horn on his head. They go snort, snort




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Story & Experience / It could Happen
« on: November 01, 2011, 09:10:37 AM »
    
                                                             It could Happne......
                                                               by Carol Moore  
                                                         Illustrated by Aura Moser
One day, overnight, the world turned violet. Just about everything turned violet from the sky and ocean and mountains to the trees and animals and people and from the tallest skyscrapers to the tiniest ant. People sat around looking at one another wondering if they were dreaming. But nobody woke up and things stayed violet, all except for a single Blue Jay who hadn't changed color and stayed the brightest blue.

 Being the only thing in the world that wasn't violet, he was caught and put in a cage.

 People were shocked. Some were afraid and some were amazed and a few thought it funny, because along with everyone else, the President was very violet. Whole families were violet as were teachers, movie stars, doctors, nurses, gas station attendants, the Queen of England, the President of Mozambique, taxi-drivers, everybody. They went from place to place in their violet cars and buses and rode violet bikes and sat on violet furniture and ate violet food. Even Hershey's candy bars had turned all violet as had Skittles and M&M's. Girls generally thought this yucky, but some boys thought it was pretty neat.   The smartest scientists in the world gathered to figure it out. Was something wrong with people's eyes or was it a trick of nature? They did studies and tests and analyzed and evaluated and debated and wrote article after article, but couldn't explain it.
     And no longer could people say they felt "blue" or were "green" with envy or had a "green" thumb. So what they said and how they said it began to change. Some people said violet was now the most important color in the world because it was everywhere. Others said that violet had no importance at all because there was too much of it. They discussed and argued, joined clubs, held debates, wrote books, and produced movies all about the issue of the importance or unimportance of the color violet.
     The color of the Blue Jay became a big issue because he had such a little bit of blue and the world had such a whole lot of violet. People argued about the importance of that. Some said the Blue Jay must be a very special bird or maybe not a bird at all because he alone had kept his true color. Others said this was silly, that the Blue Jay ate bird seed and drank water and fluffed his feathers and that other than his special color he was still just a bird. It was exactly one year to the day after the world had turned violet that people awoke to find the world had turned yellow. All except the Blue Jay.
     In some ways a yellow world isn't any different than a violet world. People simply said yellow instead of violet when they talked about things. Only now the Blue Jay was more important than ever because he alone had stayed the color blue and people argued about what that meant. They lined up for miles just to take a look at him.
 For the next two years, exactly on the day the world had turned violet and then yellow, it turned new colors: first orange and then pink. Still the Blue Jay stayed blue, causing ever greater disagreement -- until in the fifth year the whole world turned blue.    

 The first thing people asked was what about the Blue Jay. Had he stayed blue? Yes, he was still the same color. No longer were there two colors in the world, but just one -- the color blue. And because the Blue Jay was a color like everybody and everything else people began to lose interest. Now that he was neither more nor less important crowds stopped coming and one day, six months into the year that the world had turned blue, somebody let him out of his cage and he flew off looking happy to be free.
 The very next morning the world regained its rainbow of colors as if nothing had ever happened. At first this was a novelty but soon people forgot the world had once been all violet. They forgot the world had once turned yellow, then orange, then pink, and then blue. They returned to saying they felt "blue" or were "green" with envy or had a "green" thumb.
  But on occasion they wondered where the Blue Jay had gone and how he was doing and, most of all, if he was still the color blue and what it had all meant.





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London bridge is broken down
 

London bridge is broken down,
Dance over my Lady Lee,
London bridge is broken down,
With a gay ladye.

How shall we build it up again?
Dance over my Lady Lee,
How shall we build it up again?
With a gay ladye.

We'll build it up with gravel and stone,
Dance over my Lady Lee,
We'll build it up with gravel and stone,
With a gay ladye.

Gravel and stone will be washed away,
Dance over my Lady Lee,
Gravel and stone will be washed away,
With a gay ladye.

We'll build it up with iron and steel,
Dance over my Lady Lee,
We'll build it up with iron and steel,
With a gay ladye.

Iron and steel will bend and break,
Dance over my Lady Lee,
Iron and steel will bend and break,
With a gay ladye.

We'll build it up with silver and gold,
Dance over my Lady Lee,
We'll build it up with silver and gold,
With a gay ladye.

Silver and gold will be stolen away,
Dance over my Lady Lee,
Silver and gold will be stolen away,
With a gay ladye.

We'll set a man to watch it then,
Dance over my Lady Lee,
We'll set a man to watch it then,
With a gay ladye.

Suppose the man should fall asleep,
Dance over my Lady Lee,
Suppose the man should fall asleep,
With a gay ladye.

We'll put a pipe into his mouth,
Dance over my Lady Lee,
We'll put a pipe into his mouth,
With a gay ladye.
 
London bridge is broken down Nursery Rhyme

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