Lal Mohan-er diary!

Kokhono tini Jaipur e, toh kokhono Ajmer e. Kokhono tar sathe Udaipur e, aabar kokhono Nahargarh. Apekshyar abashan. Char doshok por, rangamanchey aabar tini, Lal Mohan Ganguly. Aashi bochore ashiyao, tini ghure berachhen Rajasthan er ali-gali-pakasthali. Ebar theke niyomito, aapnar ashe, aapnar pashe!

Aabar Rajasthaney!

Tritiyo Parbo

Bhuter bhoy ta aar katlo na moshai! Sei chhottobela theke Garpar er barir chile kothar ghore boshey jokhon Hemen Ray, Salil Mukhopadhyay der boi portum sei tokhon thekei gaaye kata ditto. Kali pujor din ratey jokhon dakini jogini ra lila khelay motto, aami tokhon Garapar Road er ek chhotto ghore nidra mogon. “Bhut aamar put, petni aamar jhee, raam laxman buke ache, bhoy ta aamar ki” thakumar sekhano mantro portam ratey. Jokhon rttirey prakitir dake sara ditam, tokhon ei montro guloi jap kortam aar bhabtam, bhut ke aami nai dorai!

Ebarer Rajasthan seafarer anek gulo din i toh Jaipur e katalam, hath paa guloy jeno Jang Bahadur Ranar moto jang dhore geche. Tai, sthaniyo ek chhorar kothay chepe boshlum Alwar er bus e. Aashi bochhorer adha-achal shorir o jeno hothat bole uthlo ma voi!

Aamar gantwabbya Bhangarh. Jaipur theke Alwar er pathey ek bhuture shohor. Jokhon prothom sunlam shohor tar kotha, bhoy korchhilo, bhebechilam jaabo na. Hothat Felu babur mukh ta chhokher samne bhese uthlo. “Bhoy ta kaatan Lal Mohan babu. Aashi bochhorey bhoy pele chole? Aapni na ek kaler rahjasya romancho ouponyashik!?” Byas, otei kaaj holo. Bolle biswas korben na moshai, shorir e ekta adbhut uttejona anubhab korlum. Aashi bochhorer asakta shorir o janan dilo, cholo beriye pora jaak!

Conductor ke Bhangarh er kotha boltei se byata emon bhebre gelo aamar hothat Sreenath er kotha mone porlo. “Bhangarh? Waha kya karne jaoge ji?” bhoyarto conductor er arti. “Waha, bhoot hai, ya nahi hai?”, aamar uttor sune conductor sei je thom marlo, sara rasta aar kothai bollo na.

Sotti bolchi moshai, tar por amar o alpo bhoy bhoy korchhilo. Chhelebelay thakumar sekhano mantra ta joptei japtei, sunte pelam khalasir chitkar, Bhangarh, Bhangarh!

...Ki adbhut kella moshai! Aami Jaisalmer gechi, Bikaner gechi, Jodhpur ghurechi, Ajmer gechi, erom adbhut Kella kotthao dekhini. Ekta nirjan, jana basatihin saharer buke dariye thaka ekta kella. Bhangarh. Jokhon pouchholum tokhon bela barota, puro elaka ta kantatar diye ghera, thik jeno Kailash Chowdhury’r barir pradhan fatak. Ekta ga chhamchhamey bhab. Ei bhar dupure, kat fata roddureo, sotti bolchhi jaygata kemon jeno highly suspicious!

Ashar agey sei sthaniyo chhokrar mukhe sunechilam sahar tar galpo. Bahu bochhor agey naki ek kapaliker mantrey bhasyibhuto hoe gechilo gota sohor. Sundari Rajkanyer preme porechilen kapalik, aar rajkanye mon bhangtei, Kapalik o dhangsa korlen sahar takey. Sei theke aaj o naki ratey ghure beran rajkanye sayang!

Bhangarh Kella: Ekhane ele Prakhar Rudrao bhoy peye jeto!

Kellar kachhe jawar agey ajantei thak kore pronam thuke fellum. Joy Maa Tara, Rakshya Koro Maa! Bolei, mon chole gelo Kashi tey, mone porlo Felu babur sei bikhyato ukti, “Aapni ki bhakti mulak upanyash likhchhen naki?” Ei muhurtey jokhon buker bhitor ta him hoe jache, Maganlal Meghraj aar Arjan keo anek niriho mone hoche, sekhane keno aapni pashe nei Felu babu? Bhai Topesh, tumi i ba keno ghar chhara?

“Bhut amar put, petni aamar jhee, Ram, Laxman, Buke ache.... montro ta sesh hoeche ki hoyni, hothat pichone jhup korte ekta shobdo. Ei bhar dupurei ki tobe tini dekha dilen? Bhuuuuut????

Samne diye ek damka hawa boye gelo, pasher palash gachh tan ore uthlo. Ektuo baniye bolchhina moshai. Bela barotateo je ei jayga emon, aagey janle ke ashto! Dibbi toh chhilam Garpar Road er baritey, Felu babu, Topesh ke mone niye! Ki bhimroti!

Jaipur er koekjon moshai ei bhuture jaygatake bisesh pattai dite chayna. Naak uchu chhele pule gulo bole bhut bole naaki kichu nei. Ei abasthay porle halap kore bolte pari, Prakhar Rudra ba Captain Spark der o dom beriye jeto! Ki ga chhamchhame byapar moshai.

Sara elaka ta kanta tarey ghera. Proshashoner satarka dristi, aar tar majhe ekla hete cholechi aami. Lalmohan Ganguly. Highly dangerous jayga moshai!

Hathtey hathtey hothat chokh gelo sirish gaach gulor dikey. Ki adbhut jayga. Dhu dhu prantarey ekla dariye thaka gachhgulo adbhut rokomer sabuj. Dekhle mone hobe jeno keu roj gache jal dey. Ke dey jal? Rajkanye?

Bhut amar put, petni aamar jhee...

Aar moshai Ram, Laxman! Edike peter bhitor ta gur gur gur korchhe, mukh ta sukie jachhe. Besh asahay lagche. Maganlal Meghraj, Gore, Mandar Bose, anek dustu lok kei to samlalum jibone. Kintu moshai, e jayga ta khub bhoyer. Jodi ekhono bo likhtam tale nirghat etar naam ditam: Bhangarh er Bhut! Kintu, se jokhon aar hobena, bhebe laabh nei.

Kellar fatak gulo shob bhanga. Jaipur er City Palace ba Nahargarh er moto aitijhyo er nei. Ebang, eta je Bhut mahaler raajdhani seta eta dekhlei malum hoy. Ki aschorjo jayga re baba. Bela ekta teo ga chhomchhom kore. Proti muhurtey mone hoy jeno rakkhos aar khokkos er goppo porchhi. Mone hoy, jeno Rani Padmini, Bappaditya ra ekkhuni jege uthe bolben--- saabdhan!

...Guti guti paaye Rajkanyer ghorer dike egotei ek jhatkay hridspandan bondho! Darja ta khola, janla ta bondho. Upor e takatei bhoy e hath paa thanda. Lata gacher shikor, aar palash gach er majhe ekta singhashon, aar tatey boshey R---a---j---k---a---n---y---e!

...Bhachen, gajakhuri galpo, kingba badhajam. Felu babu thakle hoyto bolten boyosh hoche apnar, tai bhulbhal bokchhen. Kintu na moshai, bhul bolchhnia ektuo. Nijer chokhe dekhlum Rajkanye ke. Raaj-kanye!

Bakita ki hoechilo bisesh mone nei. Er cheye Arjan er chhurir khel hajam kora anek soja, Daku Gandaria anek bhalo. Ki bhabe je niche ese pouchulum mone nei. Tobe ei naak mulchhi, kaan mulchhi, aar konodin loker kotha sune ei buro boyoshe bhut dekhte berobo na. Kafi ho gaya, zyada ho gaya!

Kromosho...

Lal Mohaner-diary

Aabar char doshok porey, ranga manchey tini--- Lal Mohan Ganguly. Dirghyadiner agyatobaser abashan, Jatayu ekhon aabar Rajasthaney. Smriti, bismriti niyei Rajasthan theke Lal Mohan er diary... ekhon theke niyomito! Aapnar pashey, aapnar pashapashi!!!

Aabar Rajasthaney!

Dwitiyo Parbo

Uut! Aamer Fort er samnei dekha millo aschorjo janwar tar. Nijer pakasthalir bhitor nijer water supply, tai niye choleche chute choleche. Aamar bhari adbhut lage moshai ei Uut namok bastu ti ke. Sei je sebar Saharay sihoron er saptam sanskaran ta Felu babur anurodh e paltalam, tokhon i thik kore niyechilum, ei Uut babajider kache aabar ashibo firey!
Majhe anekgulo din kete gelo ei moru deshe eshe. Mahalaya gelo, Pujo tao sesh. Ei ashi-tey ashiyao aami hete cholchechi, Jaipur er anache-kanache! Bhari adbhut lagche moshai. Sei sebar jokhon elam, kissu chhilona ekhane aar sedin rickshaw kore jete jete dekhi yiaah boro ekta bari. Pink City Mall. Jholmol korchhe. Morushohorey mall? Eto upanyash er naam moshai!

Aamar chokher samnei toh palte gelo Kolkata tao. Garpar Road tai moshai sei Mukul er dustu lok tar moto vanish hoe gelo. Ekhon tar naam Surendra Mohan Avenue. Ei char doshokey koto k ii na dekhlum moshai. Paribartan er por poriborton. Felu babu benche thakle nischoi kichu ekta jukti diten ei poriborton er. Kintu, aami, ei Lalmohan Ganguly, toh ei poriborton er pallay pore jake bole abak!

Rajasthan e esheo sei paribartan dekhte pachhi. Aagey ei golapi bari gulor pash diye sandhyebela hathte khub bhoy korto. Porshu din, nichhok koutuholei oi chhotorey giye aami toh abak moshai. McDonalds er dokan! Dekhi, koekta dosyi chhelepule hashte hashte dhukche tatey. Bairey lekha, I’m lovin it!

Aami toh moshai abak! Bhabchi, eder besh kore cultivate korbo. Tai autowalah der porishkar bole diechi tang maat karo, taang mat karo, kaafi ho gya! Tai ebar theke paaye hethei ghure berachhi ei morushohorey. Du chhokh bhore dekhchhi, chesta korchhi ei palte jawa sahartar hridspandan take bujhte. Karon, oi je kothay bole na, truth is stronger than fiction!

Toh sedin, purano Jaipur er Bapu Baazarey hathte beriechilam. Sonar Kella dekhte ashar shomoy ei jayga ta ke puro bhuturey mone hoto kintu ekhon bolte didha nei, I’m impressed!

Toh sei, Bapu bazaar e dhokar mukhei dekhte pelam takey. Aamar priyo janwaar ti ke. Uut! Ei ek mashear Jaipur jibone matro panch bar tar dekha peyechhi, aar jotobar dekhechi, mughdo hoechi. Ascharjo janwar!

Sedin dupurer jampesh bhaat-ghumer por jokhon rickshaw chepe Bap Bazarey pouchhalam, samner bishal signboard tay chokh gelo. Jantar Mantar, 2 kilometre. Urebbas! Jantar Mantar! Bhaba jay na!

Dilli tey giye dekhechi se ek mowsto boro byapar. Jantar Mantar. Aar sedin e tollateo tar dekha pelum. Ki je bolbo. Asadharon. Aravallir dacoits der aami ekhono dekhte paini, janina sotti i tara naak taak kate kina. Aamar ei ashi bocchor er jibone prochur ghotona toh dekhlum, kintu biswas korun moshai, aajo dukkhu ta royei gelo--- sachakhye Aravallir dacoits der aar bodhoy dekha holo na!

Jantar Mantar e jeshob surjo ghanta gulo ache, se gulo anekta aamader Garparer morer Shibu Mukhujjer barir pradhan fataker moton. Yaa pellai size er ekekta tham. Ke jane moshai, ekhan thekei tukeche bodhoy naksha gulo, thik jemon bhabe Raxit ra toiri hoechilo Prakhar Rudra ke dekhe.

Aajkal moshai, ekta jinish lakshyo korechi. Boyosh hochhe toh, tai kheyi hariye feli majhe majhe. Kothar pithy kotha bolte bolte kokhon je bakruddho hoe jay Prakhar Rudrer srasta, ter i pawa jay na! Khuub raag hoy, Felu babur upor. Khuub. Besh toh chhilam aamra tinjon, keno aamaker ekla fele chole gelen omon kore. Ki kore parlen? Aapnake khoma korini Felu babu. Aaj o proti muhurtey aapnar kotha mone pore, mone pore ei Rajasthanei toh apnar sathe prothom alaap. Bakita itihaas...

Jakge, mon kharaper kabyagulo sariye rekhe ektu Jaipur bhromon hoe jaak. Hawa Mahal er samner rastatay, ekta jinish dekhe hothat chokh ta atke gelo. Ashi bochhorer briddhyo muhurtey tarun. Footapth jure holuder samaraho. Kichu dokanir pasaray sojjito, aamar--- Sonaaar pathar bati!

Muhurtey Felu babu, Mukul, Topesh, Dr Hajra shobaar mukh gulo bhese uthlo. Mandar Bose er dustu mukhtao jeno dekhte pelam. Jaisalmer er Limestone, aamader Sona! Sonaar patharbati!

Ekhon aar abegmothito hoina, aar kichhu bhalo lagena. Kintu, sonar patharbati gulo jeno muhurtey firiye dilo aamar fele asha dingulo. Somoy gulo jeno ek lahamay aamar hather muthoy. Sonar daam ekhon akash chhoya, kintu aajo aamar kache shobchheye mulyoban ei Sonaa... Sonaar patharbati!

Bhabchi, ektu sheet porleri,Jailsalmer jaabo. Purono din gulo, puro somoygulo jhalie nebo arekbar. Etodin badey, kemon ache aamar Jaisalmer? Kemon ache aamar Sonar Kella? Dustu lokeder vanish kore, jetei hobe aamake. Chirokaler moto vanish howar agey, aarekbar. Mukuler jonno, Felu babur jonno. Ebong hyan, nijer jonno...

Kromosho...

Lal Mohan-er diary!

Aabar char doshok porey, ranga manchey tini--- Lal Mohan Ganguly. Dirghyadiner agyatobaser abashan, Jatayu ekhon aabar Rajasthaney. Smriti, bismriti niyei Rajasthan theke Lal Mohan er diary... aaj theke niyomito! Pujor agey aabar Saharay sihoron!!!

Aabar Rajasthaney

Prothom Porbo!

Train ta station e dhuktei kemon jeno ekta romancho hochhilo, biswas korun. Sebar jokhon esechilam tokhon toh ei chottorey duto chayer dokan chhara aar temon kichui chhilona. Aar aaj pray 40 bochhor por, ei maru saharey ese aami puro mantro mughdho. Platform er bairey ekta telecom company r bishal bigyapon, tar amogh baani ta chomotkar---“What an idea, sir ji!” Sotti bolchhi biswas korun, gaaye kata dichhilo!

Ekhon ami boyoshe 80, kintu mone sei 40. Aamar mathay aaj aar ektio chul abasistho nei. False daant pore kaaj chalai, tobu ebarey thik korechhilam je bhabei hok Rajasthaney ashboi. Felu babu bohudin chole gechen aamader chhere, Topesh tao Markin muluke, aar roilam pore aami. Garpar road e eka thaki, Prakhar Rudra ke niye aar likhina, mane goenda galpo lerkhai chhere diechi. Ekhon Sidhu jyatha (Felu babur jethu, sei sutrey aamar o)r moto  moner janala ta khule boshey thaki! Sesh baar jokhon esechilam, tokhon bhebechilam Rajasthan e Raktopat likhei felbo, kintu Mandar bajarey seo aar hoyni!

Raxit der rajattye hariyei jachilo Prakhar Rudra, bodhoy harachhilam aamio--- Lal Mohan Ganguly!

Ekhon aar aamake dekhle chinte parben na, jemon aamio chinte parini ei bodle jawa Rajasthan ke. Durbar gotitey paltey geche shohor gulo. Ebarer safar tao Jaipur diyei suru korbo thik korechi. Jhotika safar noy, besh lomba ekta safar. Jotodin ichhe korbe thakbo, tarpor jedin hothat Mukul ba Mandar Bose er kotha mone porbe Jodhpur ba Ajmer chole jabo. Apatoto, joto kando Jaipur-ei!

Fatehpur Sikri perotei chokhe porlo Aravalli. Mon ta kemon jeno korchhilo. Sei Toofan Express e Felu babur sathe kotha barta, aalapcharitar dharabiboroni gulo mone porchhilo barbar. Tokhon aamar already 27 ta upanyash best seller, turiyo mejaj! Saharay sihoron, Honduras e hahakar, Borneo r bibhishika hoi hoi kore bikochhe. Se bhabei esechilam ei Aravallir dacoits der deshe. Nichhok ghurte. Aar aaj, shob smriti...

Swabhab siddho bhangitei ebareo taxi driver ke jiggesh korei felechilum, “Sardar ji, Rajasthan mein daku hain ya nahi hai?”, sei sune sei sardar er ki hashi. Jeno Haynar Hashi! Aha, ki shob din chhilo, ekekta upanyash naamer jorei kete jeto! Aar aaj ei internet er jugey keu aar boi-i porena! Shobi highly suspicious!

Parar Gopal dar nati ta jor jabasti kore computer e lekha ta sikhie diechilo bochhor khanek agey. Bhaggis sikhiechilo, tai toh ekhono likhte parchhi. Pen, khata toh kobei buriyeche. Sei kappa kapa hathei likhbo aamar ei diary.

Bochhor chollish pore, Mahalaya r agey aabar likhte boslum. Prakhar Rudra noy. Rahasya Romancho upanyash noy. Ebar aabar Rajasthan bhromon. Felu babu, Topshe, Mukul, Dustu lok era na thekeo thakben. Ei tolomolo paaye, ei ashi perono buro khuje berabe sonar pathor bati, aar apnader samne nie ashbe achena Rajasthan. Ke bolte pare, lekha sesh hole, etar i hoyto naam debo Rajasthaney Raktapat!

Kromosho...

Ekta na howa galpo!

“Baban, ei baban, kemon achis?”

Ke jeno daklo picchon theke. Byasto Metro te jokhon bhalo kore daranor i jayga nei, sekhane aabar ke dake, tao aabar daak namey! Pichhon firey takalo Mayukh. Are e je Somak da!

Somak Chattopadhyay. Vidyatan Viswabidyalayer adhyapak. Mayukh er adhyapok chhilen. Aaj pray bochhor pachek porey sei sutham, poripati manush tar sathe dekha holo. Anekdin por. Sei shob din gulo jeno flash back e mone porey gelo Maykh er. Sei shob din chhilo... Choturdik fele chhoriye dosh ta bajlei hajir howa University te. Somak da (Adhyapak der Da, bolatai chol chhilo tokhon), Aniruddha da, Sarbari di der class er jonno pagol hoe jeto Mayukh ra. Saradin hoi choi kore class, tarpor Madhab dar dokane laal cha aar dim toast. Adda cholto sandhye abdhi. University manei anabil anando, rangin din, ek jhaak muhurto aar... Ishita!

“Kire, chinte parchhis na naki? Naki aamar sathe ekhono rege achis?,” mridu heshe jiggesh korlo Somak. Sei je bhabe University te jiggesh korto sei bhangi tey. University te porakalin Mayukh er shob cheye priyo bondhu chhilo tar ei Professor t ii. Boyoshey motey bochhor atek er boro, kintu Mayukh er sathe bhison bhab chhilo Somak er. Class e, class er bairey ardhek somoy ta katto Somak er sathei. Addar fakey Madhab dar dokan theke chop asto, muri asto, lukie churiye mod, cigarette, gaja asto, aar ashto... Ishita!

Chonmone, furti baaj ekta sadhasidhe meye. Mayuk er college jiboner bondhu. Ek sathe class, tuition, adda, khawa dawa korte korte kokhon je preme porechilo dujonei bojheni. First year er seher dike prostab ta diyei felechilo. Ek kothay raji Ishitao. Seo je tokhon Mayukh er preme bhasoman! Sei shuru... College er baki du bochhor proti ta muhurto ek sathe katieche dujone. Tar por dujonei ek i University te bhorti. Ek sathe jawa asha, khawa dawa, golpo, adda.

Somak er khub kachher chhilo Mayukh, Ishita. Oder ador korey Labanga-Latika bole dakto Somak. Nijeo ek kaley Shreyashir preme pagol hoe jodidong hridayang tobo path korechilo bocchor tinek agey. Seta tokhon pray bhangar mukhey. Bohudin holo ghar chhara Shreyashi. Tin bochhorer lal neel sangsar tokhon fyakashe. Tai University tei pore thakto Somak. Mayukh aar Ishitar sathe cholto galpo, adda, nesha, aar... preme pora!

“Tui aaj o aamake khoma korisni na?” Aabar proshno korlo Somak. Ebaro nirob Mayukh. Asholey tar mon ta hothat chole geche sei University chottorey. Bhire thasa Metro takeo tokhon bhison faka mone hoche. Jake ei panch bochhorey ekbarer jonno o mone poreni aaj sei Ishita kei hothat mone porche or. “Na, tomar upor kono raag nei aamar. Kemon achho?”

“Bhaloi... Dibbi achi... Besh...” mridu heshe Somak er jabab. “Toke khub miss kori Janis toh. Sei shomoy takeo. Ki bhalo chhilam aamra. Jogajog o toh rachis na.”

Aabar nirob Mayukh. Miss kore na chhai. Ashol kaaj to serei nieche. Adhyapak aar bandhu seje chhiniyei toh nieche tar preyashi ke. Shreyashi hara howar por, Somak dar jiboner preyoshi toh ekhon Ishita i. Katha gulo jeno bhison nyaka nyaka lagchhilo Mayukh er.

Aaj o mone porey sei shomoy ta. Pray panch bochhor eksathey thakar por hothat ekdin abiskar korechilo je Ishita ashole take noy, Somak da kei bhalobashey. Pray roj i Ishita r sathe galpo korto Somak, janto Mayukh. Konodin apotti koreni, asholey bujhtei pareni je ebhabe gore uthche ekta notun somikoron.

Ishitar moner andarmahaley je ebhabe jhor uthche seta andaj i korte pareni Mayukh. Shanto nabik er moto se tar jahaj take egiye nie jachhilo besh. Se r Ishita, dujoney kujoney... Se bojheni ei palay naam likhieche Somak da o!

Bhabtei pareni. Bhabbei ba keno? Somak da ke toh chirokal i bondhu bhebe esche Mayukh. Bondhu, priyo bandhu. Je shob janto oder dujoner byaparey. Se ki kore emon korte pare, bhabei ni Mayukh. Sutorang, aaj etodin por ei kotha gulo sune matha ta groom hoe gelo or.

“Tomar sathe jogajog rakhte ichhe korena tai. Tai rakhina. Asha koro ki kore je jogajog rakhbo?,” chachachhola bhasay bollo Mayukh. Ebhabe bolte chayni, kintu matha ta tokhon besh gorom. “Sorry, obhabe bolte chaini aami. Kintu tomar sathe jogajog rakhar proshnoi othe na,” bollo Mayukh.

Hashi much ta muhurtey thom mere gelo. Jeno hothat brishti naamlo shohorey. Aaro pashe eshe daralo Somak. Bollo, “besh. Rakhis na jogajog. Kintu aamar sathe ektu chhol aaj. Kothao boshi.”

Ki jeno mone holo Mayukh er. Bollo thik ache, jabo. Train totokkhoney Maidan perieche. Central station e naamlo dujone, gantobbo Coffee House. Sara rastay keu kono kotha boleni. Mon ta bharakranto hoe ache Mayukh er. Besh toh guchhiye niechilo nijeke. Besh toh bhebe niechilo je tar keu nei. Keno aaj hothat ebhabe dekha holo Somak dar sathe. Keno?

... Priyo infusion e chumuk diye sojasuji jiggesh korlo Mayukh. “Keno dakle? Ki darkar? Ki chao?”

“Kichhu na, toke onekdin por dekhlam. Bhablam ektu katha boli. Toder chhere aamio bhalo nei”

“Hmmm... seto jani. Koto bhalobasho amake, seta toh aami jani,” tirjok bhangitey bollo Mayukh. Matha ta besh gorom. Poristhiti uttopto hote pare. Bairey halka brishti hoche. Pachpachey kada. Aar bhalo lagchhilo na Mayukh er. Biroktikor poribesh.

Ishitar mukh ta barbar mone porchilo tar. Sei mukh ta, jake ekshomoy khuuub khuuub bhalobashto Mayukh Sengupta. Sedin o tar jonney priyo chocolate ta nie gechilo. Dairy Milk. “Toke kichu bolte chai. Dekh, we can’t be together. Let’s part ways dude. Aami Somak da k bhalobesechi. I think he’s the man. Please tui bhul bujhis na. But, aamar pokshyey tor sathe thaka sombhob noy,” sojasapta bolechilo Ishita. Mukher upor.

Brishti porcchilo sedin o. Mayukh janto se mod khay, nesha kore, yaarki kore, thatta kore, khepay, faaki baaj, bekar, kintu egulo dekhei toh ekstahe pashapashi hetechhilo Ishita. Tobe, aaj keno noy? Keno?

Abaak prithibi!

Ek chhutey paliechilo Mayukh. Bhalo lagchhilo na. Tarpor besh koekbar phone e kakuti minoti. Aranye rodon! Sei theke aar kono jogajog rakheni Ishita ba Somak da r sathe. Ora biye korechilo, Jodhpur Park e tokhon oder laal nil sangsar.

“Janis toh, aami aar Jodhpur Park e thaki na. Rather, Kolkata tei thakina aar. Toke bola hoyni. Last der bocchor dhorey aami Santiniketan e thaki. Okhanei porai. Ekta baari korechi okhane...”

“Eka thako? Se kemon ache? Ki korche aajkal?”

Stobdhota. Mridu hashi.

“Ki holo?”

“Aamar baritar chhobi dekhbi?”

Anichha sotteo raji holo Mayukh.

Wallet theke ekta chhobi bar korlo Somak da. Chhotto ektola bari. Sundar, chhimchham. Bojhai jache Ishitar jotno peye bere uthche bari ta. Ekdum poripati. Dibbi dekhte. Hothat chokh gelo pradhan fatak er dike. Bari tar naam ta dekhe chomke uthlo Mayukh.

Bari tar naam: “Tor jonno”

Tolay duto naam: Somak Chattopadhyay and Late Ishita Basu Chattopadhyay. Jara bachte cheyechilo. EK SATHE THAKTE CHEYECHILO.

Ek lafe chair chhere uthe daralo Mayukh. Somak dar mukh ta totokkhone fyakashe. Chosmar kach ta jhapsa. Asthir hath cigarette ta ke dhore ache. Infusion er cup ta halka dulche, bodhoy mon tao!

... “Throat cancer. Keu bujhte pareni. Ekdin hothat mukhe rakto uthlo. Niye gelam hospital e. Doctor bollen, lifeline sesher pothey... Thik ek mash beche chhilo, ek mash,” mridu hasher byartho chesta korlo Somak. Bhese jawa chokh aar mon tokhon palate chaiche.

Mayukh er chokhey jol. Hathrano smriti, aar ekta mukh. Nibchhe, jolchhe...

“Tor kotha khub bolt oh re. Toke khub miss korto. Biye ta aamake korechilo botey, kintu tui i or shob chhili. Tor dewa boi, DVD gulo aaj o sajatney rakha ache. Aami oi ghar tay aar dhuki na. O ghumoy okhane, tai aar birokto kori na,” bollo Somak.

... Asthir aynay ekta mukh bhese uthchilo. Duto manush er kotha porchhilo, aar tokhon i hothat abachetan bhabei hath ta chhulo Somak er kandh take. “I am sorry Somak da. Aami jantam na, boloni keno aamake?”

“Tui je jogajog rakhte chasna aamar sathe, chasna, aami kharap lok toh,”

Aar kichu bolte parlo na Mayukh. Japte dhorlo Somak ke. Adhyapaker Punjabi ta chhatrer chokher jole bhije geche totokkhone. Bairey tokhon megh-roddurer lukochuri, aar Coffee House er do tolar ek koner dhusor prithibi te sobe brishti nemeche, aabar bochhor panchek porey...!

*Galpo ta sotti hote pare, choritro ra tobu kalponik*

Moner Ishan Koney!

I quit!

Matro duto katha lekha chhilo ghum bhangano bartatay. Poshaki bhasay jar naam SMS. Tokhon shokal sarey chhota. Bip bip shobdo ta ei saatshokaley motei bhalo lagena. Nanditao tai bisesh patta deyni SMS tay. Ishan er SMS. Erom paglami toh proti muhurtei pathay. Kotobar oke baron koreche Nandita, jogajog rekhona. Samporko hote parena aamader. Kintu aranye rodon!

Kabir Sumaner bhokto Ishan Bandyopadhyay sare char bochhor dhore 'Haal na chhere' eyie geche, rat din, sat din Nadita Ray er upekkha sotteo!

Sei Jadavpur Biswabidyalaye porar shomoy theke Ishan ke chene Nandita. Ek bochhorer senior. Tyash, ahankari, ekta antel antel bhab, prothome khub ekta kharap lagto na Nanditar. Adhyapakera bhalobashten, sahapathider anekei hingse korto chhele take. R se, kaukei patta dito na. Mohilader sathe paratpakhhye kotha bolto na. University chhotorey asto, class korto, soja bari... Sei chhelei kina ekdin mobile number ta cheye boslo. Sotti bolte ki khub anando hoechilo sedin Nanditar. Ek muhurte diechilo. sei jogajoger shuru...

Sedin i ki tobe prem jomechilo mone? Sedin i ki tobe Ishan kone megh jomechilo, jeta prem hoe jhorte cheyechilo?

Uttor ta jana nei Nanditar!

... "Ei mini, oth oth, TV ta khol. Sarbanash!" Shokal sarey sattay maayer dake dharfariye bichhana chharlo Nandita. Satshokale aabar TV keno? Nije sangbadik howar subadey, Nandita jane ei shomoyta sadharonoto habi jabi khobor dekhay television channel gulo. Hoyto TV khule dekhte hobe Rakhi Sawant er naach! Kintu, maa toh eta dekhar jonno dakbena!!! Taley??? Ki holo????

Koek muhurto laglo, bedroom theke dinning e jete. Matro koek muhurto. Saharer ek number TV channel e tokhon ek bohu porichito mukher chhobi. Kintu se hothat TV te keno? Chasma ta portei ghotona ta bujhte parlo sohorer ek bohul procharito bangla dainik er taruni sangbadik ti...

TV screen e tokhon hotobak koekta mukh. Camera ta pan kore ache mukh tar dike. Mukh noy ekta chhobi. Pashei pore ache Press card ta. Ekti English dainiker naam tatey jaljal korche. Hashi mukher chhobitar dike jokhon tak kora roeche camera, tokhon i studior anchor er byaktobbo ti sunte pelo Nandita. "Aaj shokal chhota paytallish (6.45) e nijer snanghorei pawa geche New Delhir abhijato English dainik er bisesh pratinidhi Kolkatar chhele Ishan Bandyopadhyay er mritodeho. Ei ghotonake ekhoni hathya bolte raji noy Great Kailash thanar police. Police er boktobbo, manosik abasadey bhugchhilen ei tarun sangbadik...."

TV channel totokkhone phone e dhore feleche mrityo sangbadiker boss der. Shobai abak, anekei bakruddho, aneke abar camerar samnei eta ke khun bole dabi kore boschhen.

...Aar parchilo na Nandita. Chokh ta bandho korlo ek muhurter jonno, oghor theke maa o totokhone TVr samne, "Toke O kichu boleni mini? Tor sathe toh kal o bodhoy kotha hochhilo or! Tora na bolis, aami toh bujhte pari... Eta ki holo bol toh???"

Maayer katha gulo suneo jeno sunte parchhilo na. Ishan er mukhta chhokher samne bhese uthchilo. Bhese uthchilo bhorer sei barta ta, jeta na dekhei delete kore dierche se--I quit!

Quit! Quit! Quit! Ei shobto ta khub priyo chhilo tyash chheletar. Kothay kothay bolto okay, I quit. Chhere dite chaito shob. Aar etai apachhander chhilo Nandita Ray er. Ishan Bandyopadhyay ke bhalo bashleo, konodin seta samne shikar koreni Jadavpur Biswabidyalayer ei kriti chhatri. Bondhura janto, oder samparko ta love-hate goccher. Pagoler moto bhalobashto Ishan, aar Nandita??? 'Konodin sei bhabe bhabi i ni... Asholey amader kono kichhui mele na," ghonisto mohole erokomi bole berato se.

Sutorang, hote hoteo hoyni samparko ta. Ishan chesta korechilo. Tin bochhor agey jokhon Kolkata chhere Lucknow gelo notun chhakri niye, tar agey Nanditar sathe sesh dekha korechilo. Park Street er ek abhijato restaurant ey kebab khete khete se bolechilo, "dekhis, ekdin asbe jedin tuio bhabbi, bodhoy samparko ta tike jetei parto. Tokhon chesta korbi kachhe ashar, ghash, fool, pakhi shob thakbe. Aami??? Janina!!!"

Mukh bekiye, chup chap kore kebab kheye chole esechilo Nandita. Tokhon o chakrita pay ni se. Tar porer tin bocchorey anekkichui ghote geche. Ishan Lucknow jawar du maash er modhyey AnantaBazar e chakri ta holo. Ek bochhorer modhyei promotion. Senior Sub Editor. Baba transfer hoe gechen Jamshedpur e. Office theke kache hobe, ei jukti tey Jodhpur Park e notun flat kineche der bochhor agey. Motamuti Ishan chole jawar por thekei unnotir chakata ghurche. Aar desher ek prantey thaka Ishan, aaj edik, kal sedik kore berache. Lucknow te beshidin tekeni, sekhan theke Varanasi--sekhaneo tin mash. Mumbai er chakritao tar sat mash por aar bhalo lageni, sutorang thikana palte Delhi. Desh Today patrikay eta tar ek bochhor. Kintu kaaj janar fole motamuti guchhiyei niechilo se.

Saptahey antoto char din kono ek ajuhate Nandita ke phone korto. Ardhek shomoyei Kolkata theke phone ta disconnect hoe jeto, du ekta kothar porei. Tar por SMS er o uttor dite ichhe korto na Nanditar. Keno uttor debe se? Se toh konodin i bhalobasheni Ishan ke. Barbar bolechhilo, "dekho Ishan da, eta hoy na. Bekar amay jalio na. Kotobar bolte hobe tomake???". Tarporeo shoneni Ishan. Shomane jogajog rekhe geche. Besh koreche uttor deyni Nandita. Keno debe? Keno?

..."Kakima? Aami Nandita. Ei matro khobor ta pelam. Ki je bolbo khub kharap lagche... Bhabteo parini, erom kichu ekta ghote jabe. Apnara shanto hon... shokto hon," Ek niswas e kothagulo bole phone ta rekhe dilo Nandita. Apar prante Ishan er maayer gola shune nijeke aar samlate parchhilo na. Sutorang, phone chhere palayaner chesta. Ek dourey ghar e dhuke darja bandho kore dilo. Ghoritey ekhon shokal nota. Ardhek sahakarmir ghum i bhangeni ekhono. Ki korbo, ki korbo bhabte bhabtei Agnijita ke phone kore fello. Agnijita, Moumi, Sukanya aar Antara-- ei charjoner sathe sei college jiboner bondhutto. College e oder bola hoto Hum paanch. Bakider sathe jogajog na thakleo Agnijitar sathe jogajog ta aaj o atut. Ishan er sathe 'tothakotito' samparkotar sakkhi chhilo ora. Sutorang, khobor ta janatei hobe. Ring hoyei jache, birokoto hoye phone ta disconnect kore dilo Nandita.

Agnijita bodhoy ekhono ghumoche. Sangbadikata pass kore ekhon Colleger lecturer. Ekhon chhuti cholche. Tai bodhoy nidramogon. May mash holeo aaj sohorey brishti hoche. Janala diye fota fota brishti gaye porche. Bhalo lagchhena Nanditar. Ekdum bhalo lagchhena. Ishan ke se konodin i bhalo basheni. Lokjon jokhon oder couple bole khepato tokhon nijer monei gumre uthto se. Aaj tobu, tar mon kharap. SMS tar mane ta je eto jotil bhabte pareni se. I quit!

Orokom paglami marka SMS toh kotoi pathay Ishan. Habijabi. Bujhte pareni se. I wquit mane je.... Chokh ta anekkhon jala korchhilo, aar bandh manlo na. Kende fello Nandita. Keno???Porar table tar dike chokh gelo Bob Dylan er ekta boi. The Songs and Essays. Sesh jebar Boi Melay dekha hoechilo, tokhon kinechilo. Advisor??? Ghanta khanek agey prithi chhere chole jawa torun!

Cover tay Dylan er chhobita boro advut. Khali gaye guitar, thotey cigar. Prothom patay lekha 'tomake'. Konodin eto bhalo kore boi ta poreni Nandita. Aaj jeno mone holo ekbar pore dekha darkar. Anek kichu bolte ichhe korche. Ichhe korche hothat korey Greater Kailash e chhute jete. Ekbar dekhte.
Kintu keno? Se toh konodin chayni erom kichu hok. Se toh barbar i bole eseche tar byaktobbo. Samparko ta howar noy. Se toh ei tin bochhorey proti muhurtey chesta koreche Ishan ke bhule jawar. Chesta koreche tar jibon theke Ishan er somosto astityo muchher felar. Taley aaj keno erokom lagche? Keno mone hoche moner Ishan koney prem jomeche?

Sritir album gulo hothat mone porlo. Tokhon first year er chhatri. Bhirey thasa Nandan e bose No one writes to the Colonel dekhte dekhte asatarko bhabe Ishan er kandhe matha rekhechilo se. Tar uttorey tyash chheleta bolechilo, 'chhata dhorbo???' Mejaj bigre aar kothai boleni dudin. Kintu sei tyash i babar shorir kharap er somoy proti muhurtey bharsa jugieche. Ki kore bhuli?Jawar agey sesh jokhon Park Street e dekha hoechilo, tokhon o toh njie theke ektao kotha boleni Nandita. Borong tar asajhya lagchhilo kotha bartagulo. Aaj shob mone porche. Shob, dari comma, full stop shob. ...Chokh diyei asrudhara aar buker bhitortay chinchiney byatha!

... Raat 11:30. Officer bairey tay cha khete nemeche Nandita. Saradin mon bhalo nei. Ishan er mrito deho Kolkatay anbena or paribar. Delhitei seshkrityo. Ekbar mone hoechilo, phone kore oder boli ekbar ekhane ana hok oke, ekbar pranbhorey dekhi, sesh barer moto! Kintu kon adhikarey oder bolto Nandita? Kon adhikarey.

Bhadra dar chayer dokaner ultodiktay ekta boro hoarding. Aaj i bodhoy lagieche. Aalor jhalkani. Halogen e makhakahi. Ekti proshadhonir bigyapon. Catchline tay chhokh jetei chomke uthlo Nandita. "I quit!" Ekti bohujatik shampoo companyr bigyapon. Dandruff muktir upay, slogan-- I quit!

Muhurtey tal gol pakie gelo shob. Moner kone je megh jomchhilo seta ebar badh bhanglo. Tolomolo paye rastar odike dariye thaka Taxi take daklo se.... Soja bari, soja bari, soja bari... chokher jal aar chapa jachhena. Mukh gulo abchha hoye jache. Mishe jache Delhi aar Kolkata. Kaner pashe ke jeno bar bar bole jache, "I quit!" "I quit!"

*Ei galper shob choritro kalponik*

Nagor-dola!

Nagor-darpan!

Nagarik dingulo boro jotil. Disha hin. Anekta chhotobelar harie jawa melar nagardola gulor moto abiram ghure jay. Kokhono sorol somikoron, kokhon gobhir. Bojha jotil, mon-kemon kora mon gulor santaran. Santarpane egie jete jeteo ke jeno pichhu dake, surjo dobar agey!

Asholey ei jibon ta andho koop e sorisrip er moto. Lej nere nere egonor shomoy eta. Bhodro, sabhyo, manusher moto manush howar kotha jara bolten etodin tarao aaj mlan, nischup. Asholey bodley jache somikoron gulo. Simana periye, samparko rao mor nichhe onno dike. Aaj aar bhalobasha mane pasha pashi bosha noy, aajker bhalobasha mane sottyi archies gallery. Sada-kaalo joto janjanley bhora ei mithhey kothar sohorey jara laal-neel sangsar badhar swapno dekhto tarao aaj guti guti paye astogami!

Bodley jache prem, biroho, bedana, asha, bhalo-bashar sangya gulo. Aste aste nagardolar motoi palte jache eke oporer mukh. Soja banglay bolle, paltachhe o-darpan. Aaj jar preme aami habudubu, kal tar pashe ami nei. Bodle geche nagor. Bodlachhe shomoyer borno-porichoy!

Rat namar porey je shob ghorguloy raat namto ardhonagno chhobi aar 60 watt er nibhu nibhu aloy, ataro aaj lojja pache. Bhalo-somaj er aaj eki haal. Sat mohola theke sohurey skyscapper, ghurche shobai. Ghurche Nagor-dola.

Ei ekush shotoker Coke projonmo ke rangiye die, bhasiye die, ghure jache chhoto chhoto baksho. Naam hin mukhgulo o paltache abiram, mukhosher moto. Dhulo uriye, mukh ghuriye, melar mathey aaj-o ghure jache nagordola. Ghurchhi aami, tumi, shobbai!

Ei Sushomaye!

Ei Sushamaye!

Prothom Khando

Eboro sukher shomoy noy... Shomoy ta bharakranto... Shomoy ta bodoler (din, mon, mukh, mukhosh)! Din bodoler din aaj!

Etodin obdhi nijer status e jara likhe rakhtam apolitical, tarao aaj bujhte sikhechi apolitical bole aajker diney sotti i kichu hoyna. Hoy tumi dan, noy bam. Apolitical bole sotti i kichu hoyna. Aamra jara rajneetir dhare kachey ghesini konodin, tarao ebar bhabte shuru korechi, sotti i ki apolitical thaka jay?

Ekhon oneke bhalo achen, dudhey-bhatey achen, ekta jomana ke upre fela geche, tader aar rokhe ke! Tara achen, mone prane, bir bikromey! Sohorer prakiti niye jara konodin bhebechen bole sondeho nei tarao aaj sobuj biplob korchen. Bhalo kotha. Kortei paren. Rakta chakkhu ke bhoy na pawar naam i toh gonotontro. Proshno korchi. Gono-tontro thakche toh?

Paribartan prayajan, mana gelo. Bodol joruri, setao nahoy manlam. Kintu, kader bodlalam? Ki bodlalam? Jara elen, ba ashben tader mulyaayan ta ke korbe? Ekta ballot baksho?

Aamra jokhon college e chhilam, amader bola hoto saradin honours. Portam sangadikata, saradin pore thaktam chhoto ghortay. Chesta kortam, ekta poribesh e bere othar (chesta ta kichuta falaprasu, aaj ta promanito). Aamader kono rang chhilona, kono badh-bichar chhilona. Aamra jetam muktanganey, mukto mone porashona korte. Mone rakha joruri, tokhon o kintu 34 bochhorer rakto-chokkhur jomana. Aamra bhoy paini. Bari theke beriye jawar por baba-maao konodin chintito honni chhele firbe kina ei bhebe.

Tobu, aamra bodol chai. Paribartan na hole aamader rater ghum udhao. 34 bocchor jara naki binidro rajani katiechen, tara khomotay ashar agei ullas-japon korchen. Ullas, bandh-bhanga ullash! Manush marar ullash, gayer jore bhangchurer ullas! Poriborton er prothom chhobi. Dooradarshaner bhasay First visual. Aamra dekhchi, hotobak, nirupay. Spiral of silence grash korche amader!

Brihhotoro rajnitir sarthey bangalir raye aaj laal durgey sobujayan. Rajye ebar sukh nambe, dukkho bilash bhule amlasholer netai tudu ebar rang-botoley sandhyey namabe. Rajyey dukkho thakbena. Maayer mamatay agle rakhben aamader! Protishruti chhilo, ache! Sikkhay ek number e pouchonor protishruti chhilo, ache. Tobu tin din er modhyey, college e college e laal atanka saaf korte moriya paribesh premira (sobujayan, nishwandehe).

Ekhon jara college e tader durbhagyo, tader kopale aar saradin honours tokmata jutbe na. Tara janbe na heshe-kheleo porashona kora jay, laal-rajneeti na koreo 34 bocchor akatano jay. Kichu tothakothito bamponthi bikkhubdhojon achen jader bampantha shuru hoy dash tolar flat baritey aar sesh hoy hoy abhijato club e, tara bolchhen, bampanthar mrityu ghotechilo agei, sutorang Banglar badal jouktik. Jader jibon shuru thanda ghorey, jader kache manush er sangya chaayer dokaner chheleta, tader kache bampantha kobe niti chhilo, bhison jante ichhe kore!

Janar pala shobe shuru, aaj sobe pancham din... aaro apeksha... bodoler din er apekhay aamra! Chinta nei, lal-atanka aar grash korbena, aar Marx-lenin shunte hobena. Bridhyo bot proyato, tai ekhon aamader Bratya-joner ruddha sangeet shonar pala!

Kromosho...

Jibon Japon: Tritiyo bhag

Ghash-fooler prithibi

Sesh Adhyay!


Chokite harai take! Palakey harie jay--chhokher samne theke! Ek pashla brishtir moto, ek kone jome thaka megher moto, neshapaner hangover er moto, nimeshe chole jay se. Tarey dhori dhori mone kori, dhorte gele aar paina!
Majhe majhe tobo dekha pai, chirodin keno paina... Janina. Dingulo jokhon kete jay, mone hoy jak besh holo, ek adhyayer abashan holo tobe. Poro muhurtei fire ashe ekrash proshno, ekguchho kobita aar hridoy majhe kothay jeno jhanak jhanak payal baje!
Ei blog ta kromei amar hotasha prangoney parinoto hoche, majhe majhei bodley jache tar dari, comma, full stop gulo. Asholey jibon ta cholche, cholche lekha gulo. Aager lekhata pore ek pathika bolechen tini amar jonno antahin apekshay thakben. Bhalo kotha! Kintu ei ek saptahey aami ekhono bujhte parini tini kaar apekshay thakben? Aamar na aamar lekhar?
Ei rokom proshno gulo majhe majhei bhir korche aajkal, prayoshoi mone hoche ja ghotche setai bodhoy thik, aamrai bhul bhabchi. Aabar nanosecond porey mone hoche aamrai thik prithibi ta bhul.
Goto bochhor ei shomoye ami Delhi te chhilam. Sahar tar ali-gali pakasthali ghure beratam, tokhono sekhane bhor hoto, tokhono deshey hathya hoto, khomota jahir hoto, mrityu hoto protibader. Aar raajdhanir ek prante boshey aami bhabtam ekdin bodley debo biborno chhobigulo!
Aamar prayas byartho hoechilo, kono ek muhurter paglamitey aami siddhanto nilam aami aamar sohorei thakbo. Delhi jabona. Aamar ekchiltey ghore janla diye je roddur ta roj shokale aamar ghum bhangay se jeno aamay bolechilo sohor chhere na jete. Jaini. Rang uthe jawa chhobigulo o tai aar pran payni! Aami nirupay!
Ei lekha hotashar. Ghash fool er prithibir baireo aamar je jipon-japon tar i kichu jolchhobi eta. Biborno album gulo ghoste jawa, garir kanche dhulo aar aamar jibon. Etai ebarer bishoy. Aagei bolechi aamar jiboneo prem esechilo. Ekbar i, nirobe! Choleo geche, nishwabde!
Lakshya kore dekhechi aamar jibone shwabdo shwabdo tar akal. Ja hoy shob i nirobey. Hatasha, dukhho, prem, anando--nirobe ashe, chole jay!
Seo esechilo. Tar baritey amio gechilam aar nishwabdei bhengechilo 'bhobishwat'. Ekhetre dayi ekta basin. Grihoster sangsarer ek kone thaka ekta sada basin. Sei basin i reserve kore rekheche amader fike hoe jawa muhurto gulo. February r je alash dupure ami tar bari gechilam sedin sei sada apato shanto basin ta proman korechilo--- aaj khela bhangar khela!
Hath dhute gie aar chhokhey dekhechilam najardari. Niswhabde kara jeno nojor rakhchilo aamar dike. Bhabkhana emon jeno aami ejuger Lochinvar. Je ek palake, niswabde chhiniye nie jabe rajkanya ke. Aamio parini. Bola bhalo basin aamake parte deyni. Sada basin sedin aamay bhabiechilo, bujhiechilo, kandiechilo. Aami take pabona. Cholchena, chholbena r majhei sei praasad er rajkanyer karun drishti aamake janiechilo, aaj khela bhangar khela.
Din satek porer ek liner barta proman korlo aami i thik, bakira bhul. Rajkanye er barta: Shob sesh! Sedin o kono jhor otheni sohorey, sedin o parar kono chhele rastay cricket khelte gie aamar janlar kanch bhangeni. Phone asheni, esechilo sudhu ekta barta: Aamader path geche beke. Nishwabde!
Aamar laal jiboner aaro ekti nishwabdo biplab!
Sedin ratey dure kothao brishti hochilo bodhoy, janlar samne boshe aami akash dekhchilam. Purnima chande jhalsano ruti khujchilam. Na peye jokhon arek nishsthabtar katha bhabchi tokhon i brishti namlo sohore, sanko ta periye ke jeno chole gelo benke jawa pathey aar pasher barir drwaing room theke kaktaliyo bhabei bhese elo surer murchhona. Aamar antar mahaley tokhon jhanak jhanak payal baje!

Samapto!

Jibon Japon: Dwitiyo bhag

Ghash-fooler prithibi
Dwitiyo khando


Toh jeta bolchilam, tokhon moner kone lukie thaka ektara-ta bajche. Dur theke kache pawar akuti, aar samne elei tumi sechha byathar neel! Jibon jokhon, jimon jemon...cholchilo besh!
Tuktak barta binimoy, samnayo muchki fichlemi, sada-porir galpo ebong abashoyi rat seshe subhoratri'r subechha. Raat gulo subho hoto, tar subechhay, din gulo apekhay thakto tar. Lajukepona tokhon jai-jai, hujukepona thomke, aar natukepona??? Nah, konodin -i chhilona!
Tokhon hridkomole taal boisakhi aar moner majhe kudrat rang birangi! Samne darale, muhurter majhey chupi chupi rat nama, aar pash firlei tomay chhute chawar muhurto ra!
Sedin ratey khub bhoy peyechilam. Taj Trident e kara jeno dhangsolilay broti hoe bhenge tochnoch kore diechilo aamader spirit. Aamchhi Mumbai tokhon ghure daranor rsta khujche, sara desh tokhon ekta spirit er apekhay, manush tokhon banchte chaiche. Aar 26/11 r por aamio tokhon chaichi ankre dhorte, take! Sedin dujone dunechinu bone hoyni konodin. Aamader jibon gulo highway r gari r moto theke geche chirokal. Hush-haush kore chole jawa gri tar speed-o-meter e konodin dekhini jiboner jolchhobi. 26/11 aamay chiniechilo. Janiechilo, ei toh shomoy. Aamio ekdube bhaste cheyechilam, jante cheyechilam aar dekhte cheyechilam aamar janala diye aamar prithibi!
Sedin bodhoy taar o mone hoechilo 'sei bhlo, sei bhalo'. Sandhye namar mukhe jokhon mukh fute bola gelo, totokkhone pakhira ure geche narir tane, sohor tao bari firche, aar Mumbai atanka katie gota desh ghure darate chaiche thik aamar moto. Tar moner bhitoreo bodhoy tokhon jhanak jhanak payel baje, kintu mukhe driptotar chhoya. Hujuke chheleder biplobe tar mon golena, thanda haway mon-kemon er gaan!
Thik 20 minute porey, se janiechilo seo raji. Grame, grame barta rotilo... (ekhetre, bondhu mohole), jara chhirokal bhebegelo aamader kissu hobena, tarao dekhlam kemon jeno dik palte aamar i pashe. Tarao ki bujhechilo, e jatra beshidiner noy? Tarao ki janto, e sudhui maayar khela? Naki, tara bhebechhilo etao ei pagoler ek naya paglami?!
Sedin raat theke, ami aar eka noi, eka noi! Dui prithibir basinda tokhon, proti muhurte chhute chawar muhurto ta fire fire ashe, chhupi chhupi raat namey amader antar-mohole!
Mondo-bhalo, saada-kaalo mishiye dibbi cholchilo (bodhoy!), chupichupi egochhilo ek hothat toiri howa kobita. Kokhono she chhondey, kokhono ba nichhok kheyali!
Kheyale manush ki i na kore, tokhon majh sumudrer nabik aami, badha periye egiye jawar neshay. Ashole tokhon-i- je jhor uthche bujhini, bhabini kudrat sotti i eto rang-birangi!
Din bodlalo, ebong khub taratari. Bodhoy apekhhay chhilam na, ashao korini. Aamrao toh meghe dhaka tara'r majhe banchte cheyechilam. Bolte cheyechilam, jante cheyechilam!
Abaseshe, janar pala mitlo, sesh holo bolar pala. Aamader chhoto nodi-o-gelo shukiye, aar sedin i ghotona chokre hothat i aamar book shelf theke hariye gelo aamar priyo boi khani, "Kudrat rang birangi", chirodiner moto...

Kromosho...

Jibon-japon!

Ghash-fool er prithibi

Prothom khando

Banglar mathey ghatey ekhon sobujer somaroho. Baisakher sushko prithibi tey ek tukro sobuj. Ghash, fool, ki bichitro tar roop. Eki ange bhinno roop. Ghash fool!

Aamra jokhon koishorey, jokhon ashe pashe brishti hoto, aamrao moner janalagulo khule ditam. Ek notun sobujer anubhuti labher ashay. O barir janlay jodi keu daray! Bashona, asha, ichhe! Chokhe tokhon sobuj, mon ta uru-uru, aar kanthey--tomar khola hawa!

To, dibbi cholchhilo. Ekdin hothat janala ta khullo, aamader moner gach-pala gulo jeno pelo ek fota barshar amej. Aamader mon gulo ajantei rabindrik hoe uthlo, Tomar khola hawa-y!

Bhonita ta ekpashe shoriye rakhai bhalo. Soja kotha soja mone, kholakhuli bole feli. Career kendrik sohure ei nak-uchu bangiya bir pungab er jiboneo barsha esechilo. Prem. Ekbar i esechhilo, nirobe!

Gangar dharey chora porchhilo totodiney, steamer er shobdogulo tokhon aar mon kharap korato na, tokhon nil aakasheo nki chand uthto. Boka bakshe Sachin shotoran korleo hattali jutto na tar Gariar barita theke. Tokhon ami aar Bleed Blue noi, tokhon amar moneo ghash-fool!

Sandhyer sohorey barsha namto, barshasnato hotam. Ek shib thakurer jotar dike cheye thaktam. Tar dikey! Jota dhore tan marle ekta udyan pawa jeto. Petam khuje, take!

Mon bhalo korar osudh chhilo ghore. Ek polokei mon bhalo korar jadukathi tao sombhoboto tokhon tar hathei. Aamio montro mughdo hoe hariye jetam jadur deshe. Elomelo hawa, bhasiye dito mon, rangiye dito hridoy, aar ke jeno pashe eshe gungun korto, "Tomar khola hawa!"

Bhabchen pagoler prolap. Bhabtei paren. Bhabchen nei kaaj toh khoi bhaaj. Besh, tobe bhaja khoi i khan. Aamar golpo bolar, aami bolchi.

Thik ebhabei aalap tar sathey. Steamer ta chhere geche ghat, bho bho sobdey chayer dokani atankito. Aamra boshey. Tomar khola hawa.

Chirokal bhitu bole bodnaami tokhon ghochar pathey, chirokele ghumkatureypona tokhon jay-jay. Aamar moner kone tokhon roj barsha namey, aar sobuj gulo fer pran paay. Oi je bollam, aamar o tokhon ghas-fool er prithibi!

kromosho....

Thakur Thakur (Parbo-1)

Mukh-Suddhi!

Thakur thakbe kotokkhon, thakur jabey bisorjon!
Bisorjon jawar agey dhaker taley je bol shuntam chhotobelay tatey amar anusandhitsyu moner ekta proshno chhilo, thakur ke? thkaur ki? thakur kara?
Khay? Makhey? Mathay dey?
Aamar shoishob er abadhhyo-adekhlepana gulo amake bujhie chhilo, ei thakur ek homra chomra manush, jake dekhlei naki lokey selam thokey. Aamra pranam kortam. Thakur, thakur!
Jedin mamar bari theke bari firchhilam, didima bolechilo, 'chhele take boro koro, thakur'. Tar por sar rasta ami Maa ke jaliechilam, abdar chhilo amakeo selam thukte hobe. Aami i thakur.
Tokhon ami boro jor panch.
Jokhon mon ta na bereo satey poucholo, amar prithibite abirbhuto holen dui nakhyatro. Ek joner chaap dari (chhotobelay tar chhobi ta dekhlei kanna peto, bhoy petam) aar anyajon amake romanchito korto tar uchhotar jonno. Dujoner kono mil nei. Tobu, era Thakur. Aamader selam thokar jon. Prothom jon, Rabindranath, dwitiyojon Shakti. Ek joner jibontai giotanjoli, anyojon er abhinoy. Bujhlam, Erao thakur!
Class VI e porar shomoy amar ek bondhu chhilo. Somdev. Seo Thakur. Selam thokar jon. Thakur thakur.
Ashole, thakur namok bishoy ti amay chirokal romanchitoi korto, aajo kore. Aami aajo khuje berai er utsyo. Aamar kache majhe majhe Sholay r Thakur aar Rabi ek i rokom shonay. Kake selam thuki bujhina. Aamader chhotobelay, keu boleni kon ta bigyan aar kon ta kolpona. Manoj der advut baritay dhuke gele mone hoto ei bujhi tara korbe gosai baganer bhoot. Tokhon bhoye, duschintay, ajantei berie jeto: "Thakur, thakur"
Aami aar Complan boy nei, aar amay bhoy dekhay na nabiganjer daityo. Aami ekhon sabalak.Aami ekhon Gen Y. Aamar kache ekhon aar kono Thakur nei. Ekhon ami God's child!
37 bochhorer ek balok amake bujhieche, ki bhabe atikrom korte hoy badha-biporjoy. Aamake bujhieche bhora sraboneo chhatey dariye bheja jay (thanda na lagiyeo).Tar je willow tar will power mojie rekheche desh take, seta amay bujhieche amio pari. Boro hote... Tini amar dewal poster e, tini amar computer er desk top e, tini amar hridhoye--Sachin Romesh Tendulkar.
Selam thukte pari take, kurnish o! Abeg dite pari take, hridoyo. Daptarey sahakarmi r sathe tarko jurte pari, rashbhari dadadidider nuro angul dekhate pari. Mone mone bidroho korte pari, chand chhute pari---tar jonyo!
Aaj ami bujhi, thakur kothay thaken. Thakur ki. Aar tai dhaker bol shune mone hoy, ei toh shobe 37... ei toh shobe thakurer bodhon!
Sedin ekta jinish dekhalm, khalparer dharey ekta shoru rasta, tar samne flat bari ekta. Rasta ta nongra, lok gulo totothik dikshunyo. Rasta tir bangla naam Thakur Udyan. Aashe pashe nei kono sobuj, nei kono udyan. Sekhane 9-6 kore kichu biseshagyo... tarao Thakur!
Thakur thakur thakur, rakhya koro!

(Jeta porlen seta hijibiji. Cinemar bhasay trailer. Picture toh abhi baki hai...)