Hear our story from the Story teller himself
Badarpur Primary School
It all started with an urge to visit my father's grave in my village home.
I was not only born in my ancestral home, I also studied upto grade 3 in our ancestral Free Primary School which was
taken over by the government long before I was born. My parents were also buried in my village home. Emotional
attachment to my home is, therefore, natural for me.
Coming to the point, while visiting the ancestral home, I found that the students in our Primary School are given
lessons under a large mango tree (a normal scene in rural Bangladesh). I was nevertheless curious and asked the teachers
why they are taking classes in open air? What transpired was a shock to me. While, in my time, there were about 20/25 students in one class; at present, there are 90/100 students in one class and the classes are simply inadequate in size. Emotion took over me. I was myself a student of this school, my father was both a student
and a qualified teacher (Pundit) of the school. And here I am; doing nothing for the school when I have the capability.
On the spot, I promised the kids that starting next year, they will be moved to a properly built new school campus.
Thus I built the school in a new campus which should also be sufficient for upto 12th class if necessary and presently,
the students are probably enjoying the best school facility in Bangladesh. A couple of years later, an initiative was
taken up by my first cousins to arrange a family get-together in our village home where none of us live anymore.
The program was chalked out to run over 2 days and there were about 120 of us. Simply, there was not enough accommodation
in our ancestral home. The new school, being a big structure having many rooms unutilized, was used for our stay in
the surplus rooms of the compound in a chilly night of end December. I spent a sleepless night along with my closest cousin
Sharif and decided in my mind to build a compound to accommodate our entire clan comfortably. Thus I build this compound
(Now known as Meghna Shorobor) in 9 months to ensure that the next family get-together could be held here.
Since then, we have this family re-union every year without any problem of accommodation, neither is there any shortage of comfort.
Probably this venture has also encouraged our clan to form ROSF-a family charity to help the poor of our village.
Two lines from the Managing Director of Meghna Shorobor
My father had built such a beautiful vacation home that I was speechless and thought why not share this beautiful hide away with
everybody who needs a vacation home thus I came up with Meghna Shorobnor.
Meghna Shorobor is YOUR Vacation Home. We built it so you don't have to...