Everything is beautiful if you have eyes to see. If you want to get the essence of the beauty of nature, you need insight. This is why the poet wrote - I did not see a dewdrop on a sheaf of rice two feet away from the house. The words of the poem seem to have come true in the lives of the friends of our De-Chut Travel Association. I have visited Rupnagar in Fordnagar many times just to cross the new bridge of Namabazar in Savar. But Khararchar, Faringa did not go a little further to Kangsha or the first part of Fordnagar. At present, the first section of Fordnagar perimeter falls in Singair of Manikganj district and the second section falls in Dhamrai upazila of Dhaka district. But it is very easy and close to go through Savarbazar Road in these two sections. One day in a hurry, the friends of De-Chut Travel Association went for a walk. Admin level friends of the organization took several motorbikes to Khararchar village at 7 am. Wandering around the beautiful village like in the picture. We went to Kangsha, a village on the banks of Dhaleshwari river in Manikganj upazila. Surprisingly, there is still the form of authentic rural Bengal on so many sides of Dhaka. Looking at the nature of Kangsa, it is unbelievable that the distance here is only about 36 kilometers from the zero point of the noisy city of Dhaka. Surrounded by breathtaking nature. No noise.

I see the form of calm Dhaleshwari from the top of Kangsha Bridge. Unable to cope with the greed for a while, he jumped into the river. Water sports as desired. The whole body is covered with mud under the water, lost in the memories of childhood. Another middle-aged local, Majer Ali, enjoys such childhood with middle-aged people sitting on the banks of the river. Jigai and brother Ki Dehen. He replied, insane body. Ha ha ha- what a brother! Are we crazy? Majer Ali said, I am another madman. If you are not crazy, what else can I do? Wow quite a reasonable answer. The man liked it. I got up from the water at the call of Jumu'ah. The madman of the new import is also our companion. This time, who gets the left-handed damals. Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds - d'oh! Hee hee hee everyone smiled. I went with him to the other side of the Kangsha Bridge to pray. I visit the village at the end of Friday. Now suck on the stomach. We went again for lunch, to the guest house of Khararchar Madrasa which was already arranged. Udor purti goes on quite comfortably. After eating and drinking, I went to Faringa village. An old banyan tree stands in the middle of a vast crop field. Chatting there for a while. This time we went to the village of Kazialkundu on the banks of the river Banshi. The newly paved road has gone towards Dhulivita of Aricha Highway. Forestry has been created on both sides of the road. Quite a nice secluded environment. Huge bill next to the road. Fishermen catch fish in their minds. After seeing all those captivating scenes, I left for Chauthail village. In the middle of the wide field of Rupnagar horizon, I gave a break for fun miners in the form of mustard flowers. As far as the eye can see - only yellow mustard flowers. A group of migrants from distant lands flew in the sky. We also ran without delay and hid.

The fun of riding a motorbike on the back roads of the village in the late afternoon is different. These trails are one of the most interesting places for bikers and cyclists to ride. I reached Chauthail in a short time. On this side Dhaleshwari has the form of a narrow canal. Probably the vulture sight of the river hunters. But the natural beauty is still extraordinary. The fields of green crops, the chirping of various birds in the bamboo groves, the sweet smiles of the farmers, the inquisitive inquiries of the simple people of the village were quite interesting. As I was about to take the essence of the journey, I saw the bright red sun tilting in the western sky for the day. Jasim and Hanif rushed to pitch a tent on the banks of Dhaleshwari. Durya rushes to the market in search of barbecue chicken. And I'm lazy, just watching them run and jump. After Maghrib, the story of burning chickens in the light of full moonlight begins. With the chicken meat roasting on the hot fire in the freezing cold air, the full moon looks like-

Freshly baked bread. When I go to such a place, anyone who has to sing in a restless manner, I see once / again / see the face of Bengal. That's really it. But in the nature of the first volume, whose second volume has so many forms, I don't know how many more magical natural beauties are mixed. But friends who travel to the depths of the mountains, will not see the 2nd part next to the house. No it can never be. So again one day I went very early in the morning wrapped in a sheet of fog to see the first piece. This time without crossing the bridge, I crossed the ferry from the sand ghat of Banshi river in Bhagalpur village of Savar Thana Road. Walking across the river, we entered the village methopath. The more I go, the more fascinated I become. Great great all the eye-catching views. At one point I was walking along the crop isle. Walking, it seems that this Fordnagar has met the demand of most of the local vegetables. In the cold air of Poush, quite a pleasant morning walk. The spectacular beauty of the rose and gladiolus gardens catches the eye from afar. Chanda Mallika flower garden can be seen on the way. Red, pink, white, purple gladiolus stumble upon the garden. The whole form of Bengal seems to have settled on this side. Dark red and white flower gardens are more. The glittering sunlight playing through the fog plays on the flowers. Garden-filled boiling gladiolus. Dense green vegetation all around. Ah what supernatural happiness. We are all fascinated by the beauty of nature. Then he wanted me to shout and say, I was blessed to be born in this Bengal. Throughout Fordnagar, which has been divided into two parts over the ages, the eternal natural beauty of rural Bengal still abounds today. Although the borders were divided, no one could share the spectacular beauty of Fordnagar. On the contrary, the way florists have started cultivating gladiolus from land to land, the villages of Fordnagar will soon become a gathering place for flower and travel lovers from all over the country. Once a safe haven from pirates, the Dutch-made Ford vanished into the womb of time, but now it seems to be a crop fort. If the flower growers continue their cultivation, then maybe one day people will forget the name Fordnagar and recognize it as a flower city. As Sadullapur is now better known as Rose Village. Talking to the locals, I came to know that you can also taste the pure milk of the local cows and the date juice of the winter tradition of the abhaman Bengal in the village of Khaser Char / Mir. But by then Suryimama was overhead. What else to do- so let's go back on the way back after curbing the greed of juice like that day.

How to get there: From Gulistan, Gabtali or any other bus stand you have to take Aricha / Savargami bus to Savarbazar bus stand. From there take a rickshaw / auto to Namabazar. From the front of the bridge, you can travel to the villages of Rupnagar, Kazialkundu, Chauthail, Khararchar, Kangsa and Fordnagar 1st block by rented motorbike / auto.

Cost: 500/600 rupees per person for a day trip. However, the cost depends a lot on their ability.

Travel information: Roads are good. There is enough security. If you want, you can come around with the whole family. Fordnagar / Namabazar Bridge is also known as Futnagar in the regional language. If you leave very early in the morning, you can visit the first and second part of Fordnagar in one day.