Wal-Mart worker dies in shoppers’ stampede – Los Angeles Times
“At 5:03 a.m. Friday, customers surged toward a Long Island Wal-Mart store’s entrance.
A 34-year-old temporary employee was killed when a “throng of shoppers . . . physically broke down the doors, knocking him to the ground,” according to a statement from Nassau County officials.
He was declared dead at a hospital at 6:03 a.m. The exact cause of death has not been determined.”
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Kodin age ami bangla natoker birat poka hoye giyechilam, ekhono poka achi. Online e bangla natoker ovab nei, dekhe shesh kora jay na emon obostha. Goto koy bochor holo, bangla natok.. shei purano adol venge ektu ektu kore beriye ashte parche. Ekhon natok manei putu putu gyaan er kotha ar prem ebong deshprem bishoyok prottokkho ebong porokkho upodesh na. Ekhon natok onek shabolil, onek shavabik, onek bastobmukhi. Kodin agey ekta bangla natoke ‘baal’ shobdo tar bishesh bebohar dekhlam. Oboshshoi gorbito hobar moto kono bishoy na. Amra chai na amader natoke oshalin shobdo bebohar kora hok. Kintu ekta poriborton ashche. Ekhonkar natoke shadharon jiboner protifolon thakche. Ami konodin kono mastan gunda ke bolte shuni ni, “ei, tui amar dike chokh tule takiyechish keno shoytan.. ami kintu ekhon tor chokh tule felbo dustu”. Borong bolte shunechi, “oi baal, tui amar dike emne koira chas ken? choukh gaila dimu, hauwar put”. Ekhon natok manei, “ami eshechi.. tumi eshechile? tomake chara je ami ami bachbo na.. eta tumi buzhte perecho?” na. Ekhon natok mane.. “ami ashsi.. tumi koi? chole jaba? gele jaw ga.. koto jinish ailo gelo”.
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Ami jani ami ektu bariye bolchi, kintu edaning natok dekhe moja pai. ‘House Full’ ekta natok, shetar shathe to ami ekdom gethe achi goto kodin dhore. Chele lekha pora korche na, ma eshe kan dhore godam kore ek chor boshalo.. dekhe bhalo lagay mon ta bhore jay amar.. karon ei chor ta amio kheye eshechi, mayer ei rono-murti amio dekhe eshechi. Ami bolchi na shishu der chor deya uchit, tobe shishu der chor dile.. natokew sheta dekhanor moto shahosh thaka uchit. Amra jei vabe kotha boli, ekhonkar onek natok shei vabe kotha bole. Amader bhalo lage. Natok keno shob shomoy shudhdho, porimeyo, unnoto ruchir hote hobe.. jekhane amader ashe pashe totha-kothito shei shob unnoto ruchir manush matro hatey gona ko’jon ebong jara gyan er koch-kochani chara amader ar bishesh kichui ki dite perechen? Orthohin kichu “eta koro na, ota koro na.. eta shustho, sheta oshustho.. tomra bozho na, amra buzhi.. tomra jano na, amra jani” mayajal e atke rakhte chaichen amader. Shobai oshovvo hoye jak, sheta amader kammo na. Tobe shobai shavabik hok, eta amra oboshshoi chai.
Shob theke birokto lage gram er natok dekhte. Gram er natok manei ek dol shohoj shorol manush, jara khub guchiye guchiye kono ekta bishesh ancholik vashay tene tene birat shob vaaber kotha bolen. Ekzon thaken chotur chairman shaheb, jini shobai ke ottachar koren. Eki ghotona, eki bepar. Shei din to ekhon ar nei. Ekhon gram er manush cell phone diye kotha bole. Gram er manush shirt pant pore bajare jay. Shobkichu bodlachche, amader natok keno bodlabe na. Oboshshoi mazhe mazhe chomotkar kichu natok hoy gramer manush niye, kintu tar shongkha khub kom. Onekdin age ekta natok dekhechilam, gram’er ekzon doridro school shikkhok ke niye jar adote kono school e chilo na. Tini gacher niche chatro poraten.. ar shopno dekhten tini ekdin ekta school gorben. Tar shei shopno konodino bastobayito hoy ni. School hoyechilo thik e, kintu tar shikkhagoto joggotar ovab thakar karone tini shei school er shikhkhok hote paren ni. Kagojer certificate er kache tar antorik ichcha herey giyechilo.
Natok emon howa uchit, jeta amader vabte shekhay. Jeta amader pash katiye chole jete shekhay na. Amra shadharon dorshok ra jodi natoker shathe nizer jibon ke shomprikto korte nai pari, tahole natoker shei gopon mohan gyan’er (jeta nattokar ra theshe dite chan) bani konodin o amader kan e eshe pouchabe na. Amra dhorei nibo, “heh.. dhuro eita to natok. natok to natok e.. natoke ki na bole, chagole ki na khay!”.
Ami aste aste shampoo hoye jachchi. Ek chamoch shampoo diye jemon ek balti fena hoy, amio ek kotha bolte giye tetrish ta kotha boli. Shudhu ekta gaan post korte eshechilam, koto kichu likhe felechi. Jai hok, gaan er kothay ashi. ‘Uposhonghar’ natoker gaan. Uposhonghar natok ta dekhe khub bhalo legechilo. Shavabik ebong sharthopor manusher golpo niye natok. Natok amar khub ekta mone thake na, dekhi bhule jai, tobe ei natoker kahini ami ekhono mone korte pari, nam o mone ache. Natoker sheshe ei gaan ta chilo, ‘muche geche shob’. Gaan ta asholew darun naki natoker jonnoi gaan ta darun legechilo, jani na. Hut kore shunle hoyto oto ta bhalo nao lagte pare. Az onekdin por youtube e shudhu gaan ta pelam. Chepe dilam.
Ditio gaan ta ekta bikhkhato lalon giti. Duto gaan e Lalon band er.
Band: Lalon
Album: Biprotip
Track: Biprotip 2003
Download mp3, Download slow version (Biprotip 2007 mp3)
Band: Lalon
Album: Birotip
Track: Jaat Gelo Download Mp3
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Onekdin por birokto hoye nehayet shomoy katanor ojuhat’e blog likhte boshechi. Matro kodin agew vebechilam blog namok lekha-lekhir jhamelay ar bujhi jabo na. Kintu aj abar jachchi. Nera mathar manush naki ekbar e bel tolay jay. Ami emoni ek nera, je khub agroho niye bar bar bel tolay jay. Dorkar hole mathay balish diye, helmet pore jai. Tobu barong-bar bel tolate amake jetei hoy, bel tolar maya katano amar jonno oto shohoj noy.
Jibon pray atke ache goto 6 din dhore. Puropuri atke ache bolchi na. Motamuti rokomer atke ache. Jiboner anondo meter khub druto utha nama korche. Aj moha anondo hochche to porshu din moha monda jachche.
Vatija-dorshon korte eshechi. Dorshon prokria kono vabei shompurno hochche na, mon kono motei bhorche na. Oshadharon oviggota. Oviggota ta eto tai nizer ebong ekanto bektigoto je sheta ekhane liikhtew oshshosti lagche. Bhaiyar cheletar nam Arian, boyosh 19 din. She darun ek akorshoni khomota niye prithibi te esheche. Tar mukher dike haa kore dirgho shomoy takiye thaka jay, birokto lage na. Take ghontar por ghonta kole niye boshe thaka jay eki vabe murtir moto, hat betha kore na. Emon na je tar mukh diye chuiye chuiye rup zhore. Kono ek odrishsho rup asholew hoyto ber hoye choriye pore, jei gopon shova shudhu shishur mama-chacha-khala rai dekhte pan. Jeno ekta movie, mone hoy panir upor roder khela. Halka chokh pit pit, choto choto nishshash’er shathe uthche namche buk, ektu ektu kore ekta chokh fak kore ash pash ta dekhe ney, jeno buzhe ney duto chokh kholar ki asholew dorkar ache, dekhar moto temon kichu ki ghotche ei prithibi te! Gobhir ghumer mazhew tar mukh bodle jay chobir moto. Ei dekhi mit mit kore hashche, chute giye camera ene dekhi ..kothay hashi, kado kado chehara. Amar dharona chilo shudhu olosh ar buro manush rai buzhi ghono ghono hai tuley. Ekhon jenechi shob theke beshi hai tuley nobojatok ra. Prothom prothom to kole nitei voy lagchilo, eto norom, eto tultule, eto luppush luppush.. amar khosh khoshe ga lege jodi dag pore jay! Jai hok, ekhon voy katiye uthte perechi.. dag porle na hoy porbe.. amar vatijar gayei to dag porbe, amar dag e to porbe :)
Vabchi, shishura ki vabe? Tara chokh mele ki dekhe? Amader shari shari thebra thebra mukh? Zhapsha kichu rong? Amra jara govir momotay, “ole babale, sona babu le” bole tar nak e nak ghoshi, she ki amader ador ta ter pay? Naki tar mone hoy kono dinosaur eshe tar ei tukun nak e nizer omosrin lez ghoshe dichche? Amra jokhon tar dike takiye dat ber kore hashi, tar nishchoi mone hoy.. voyaboho bishal doitto ra dol bedhe tar dike dat keliye chute ashche, ekkhuni kamre dibe. Ami khub shabdhani, jotodur shomvob amar vatija ke amar dat na dekhanor cheshta kori. Ami chai na tar obocheton sishu mon doittakar shob chacha-der sriti boye berak :p
Vabte kemon lage, shompurno khali ekta manob hard drive! Dhire dhire proyojonio oproyojonio toththo diye bhore utchche. Sriti toiri hochche. Sriti je toiri hochche, sheta bozhar khomota o tar hoy ni ekhono, hoyto ejonnoi ei sriti gulo kokhono she hatre ber kore ante parbe na onek bochor por. Kintu sriti thik e joma hochche. Dekhche, shikhche. Khida lagle kadte hobe, ghum pele hat pa chure janate hobe.. eto tukun shikhkha to shikhe geche.
Vatija dorshon er porbo chara jibone anondoymoy ghotona ar khub ekta ghotche na. Ektu ghura ghuri korechi edik shedik. Ekhon churanto birokti niye boshe thaki bashay ar din gunte thaki ferot jabar. Goto 5 dine ami joto TV dekhechi.. goto 5 bochore ami oto TV dekhi ni. Ami emni tei TV dekhar khub ekta poka noi. Kono ek shudur otitey amar room’e ekta TV chilo, jeta ami kokhonoi dekhte partam na. Karon remote khuje petam na. Hoyto 3 mash por kono ekta gopon jayga theke remote bechara udhdhar peto, tokhon dekha jeto battery te charge nei, AAA battery khuje khuje hoyran. Aro ek mash por battery jogar hoto to remote ke ar khuje pawa jeto na.
Jai hok, ei kodin gobhir agroho niye TV dekhchi. Din rat court TV. Oporichito manush ra tuchcho shob bishoy niye jhogra korche, ami mugdho hoye shei shob dekhchi. Prothome dui pokhkher chehara dekhei ami mone mone thik kore nei, ashole ke oporadhi hote pare. Mamla cholte thake. Proti muhurte amar dharona palta’te thake. E ek mojar khela. Beshir vag shomoy dekha jay ami vodro nomro chehara dekhe bivranto hoi. Mamlar shuru te jake ami oshohay shadharon manush vebechilam, mamlar sheshe dekha jay.. shei ekzon du’dhorsho dagi oporadhi; hoyto tar bondhu ke pawna 250$ ferot dey ni, na hoy kono kukur ke lathi diyeche pete.. na hoy kono bondhur notun kena suit nosto kore feleche kintu khoti-puron dite oshshikriti janachche. Ek chele tar bandhobi ke sue koreche cheating korar jonno. Sue er poriman 1350$. Tar bandhobi naki tar best friend er shathe shuyeche.. oboshshoi gurutoro oporadh, kintu tara tader shomporker dam 1350$ ki vabe thik korlo, shei rohoshsho amar ojana. Ar ek nadush nudush vodrolok ke kamre diyeche ek buro mohilar kukur. Buro mohilar kotha hochche kukur ke lathi na dile kukur keno kamrabe, ar nadush nudush vodroloker kotha holo.. kukur jodi kamor nai dey, ami keno take lathi dite jabo! Murgi agey esheche naki dim agey eshecher moto, lathi agey esheche naki kamor agey esheche. Keho kare nahi chare, shomane shoman. 20 bochorer purono bondhu tar onno bondhu ke court’e niye esheche 200$ er jonno. Din rat boshe ei shob judhdho dekhchi ar romanchito hochchi.
Ekta jaygar weather eto bisri hoy ki vabe? Diner por din shurjo dekhi na, dupur 12 tar shomoy ghono kuasha diye shob dhaka thake, mone hoy bhor 6 ta. Halka ektu rod dekhi to ektu por abar ta chute paliye jay. Eto shundor chim-cham bisri rokomer nirjonota bhalo lage na.
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Chacha hoye gechi 3 ghonta age.
Kemon lagche bozhate parbo na. Shob onubhuti prokash kora jay na. Hoyto kolpona kora jay, halka patla onuman kora jay but kokhonoi ekzon ar ekzon ke bole bojhate pare na. Shudhu jokhon hoy, tokhon hoy.
Apatoto etai bolar ache: “Eid Mubarak shobai :)”
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Democrats failings = Affairs and lying about them (Clinton, Mahoney, Spitzer, etc)
Results: At most, a failed marriage and another pissed off individual.
Republicans failings = Misuse of their elected official power (G W Bush, Palin, Stevens, etc)
Results: $300+ billion war, thousands of dead soldiers, oil companies making record profits with $4.00+ gasoline, etc.
Whom would you rather elect?
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Amar shokol kabbo protibha ebong jiboner shokol mohan bodh ke ekotrito kore ami ek oshadharon kobita rochona korechi, jeta’ke hut kore chora bole bhul hote pare.
Kobitar nam ekhono thik korte pari ni. Vabchi.
“Amar nam Hinti
Mari ami chimti”
Ei tukun e.
Hudai kichu korar pachchi na. Boshe boshe azaira noksha korchi.
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Manush hoye jonmanor ekta shubidha ebong jontrona hochche, jonmo-goto vabe amra dukhkho chai na.. abar halka dukhkher chowa amra upobhog kori. Tibro dukhkho amra eriye cholte chai, tobe ‘dhori mach na chui pani’ type er dukhkho amader mondo lage na. Moner vetor hahakar, khali-khali, faka-faka, buk hu-hu kore otha onubhuti ta amader ekta norom shukh dey. Jokhon amader dukhkho thake na amra tokhon holew-hote-parto dukhkho niye kator hote pochondo kori. Jei manusher jibone prem hoy ni, she o khub dukhkho niye biroher gaan shone ar matha zhakay. Jei kishor er kono bon e nei, she boshe boshe “she amar choto bon” shune kede buk vashay bon haranor bedonay. Ei dukhkho’tar modhdhew bodh kori ekta shukh thake. ‘Catching fish without touching water’-type shukh. Oprashongik, tobu janachchi.. shei kishor’der doley amio nam likhiyechilam kishor boyoshe.
Eto kotha bolar ektai karon, Monpura. Monpura ekta bangla movie, jeta ekhono mukti pay ni. Kintu taar gaan shune ami kait hoye gechi. Jiboner shei shob na ghote jawa hahakar’er gaan, je shob amra pash katiye jete chai, kintu chuye jete mondo lage na.
Track: Nithua Pathare
Album: Monpura Soundtrack
Artist: Fazlur Rahman Babu
Lyrics & Tune: Collected
Directed: Arnob
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Nithua pathare ..nemechi bondhu re.. dhoro bondhu, amar keho nai
Dhoro bondhu, amar keho nai
Tolo bondhu, amar keho nai
Chikono dhuti khani porite na jani
Na jani bandhite kesh
Na jani bandhite kesh..
Olpo boyoshe pirit koria, hoye gelo jiboner shesh
Premer’o murali bajate nahi jani.. na pari bandhite shur
Na pari bandhite shur
Na pari bandhite shur..
Download full album (31.3MB zipped)
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Amar kache bortomane prithibir shoptom ashchorjer ekti Tajmahal na, Egypt er pyramid na.. Chinar great wall o na.
Ei muhurte amar drishti’te shob theke bishshoy-kor bostu ti ami amar shamne niye boshe achi; ei oti-golapio 2 inchi by 1 inchi shorir er USB SD card reader. Nah, er nirman-shoili ba karjokarita amake mugdho kore ni. Er malikana orjoner bepar ti amake mugdho koreche. Ami ei jinisher malik hoyechi online theke matro 15 cents er binimoye.
Ebay te hajar hajar ei bostu choriye chitiye ache. 15 cents + free shipping. Ami nishchit ar ektu khujle aro dui/dosh poysha kom’e peye jaben.
SD card reader aj amar hate eshe poucheche, shundor dibbi beep beep LED jaliye kaz kore jachche (kaz na korlew ami khub ekta hotash hotam na, ekhane ei holud kham’tar dam’e 99 cents er beshi).
Jinish ta ship hoyeche Hong Kong theke, ankora notun. Ekta holud ronger foamwala kham’e bozhai hoye eta jahaj, plane chepe shagor moha-shagor pari diye esheche USA te. Kham er khoroch ache, posting er khoroch ache (envelop’er upor jodio lekha nei posting koto), ebay te je kono jinish bikri korle tar ekta fee ache, ami paypal diye amar moha mulloban 15 cents tader ke diyechi.. shei paypal er fee ache, shob kichur upor SD card reader’er dam to achei, ache porisrom. Ki vabe shomvob matro 15 cents er binimoye!! [Er kono box, packaging ba instruction chilo na, ei khane kichu poysha hoyto becheche.]
Shomrat Shahjahan er kari kari taka chilo, tai khoroch kore Tajmahal baniyechilen moner moto kore, Ming’der shamortho chilo bolei tara baniyeche hazar hazar mile dirgho mohan deyal (The Great Wall). Kintu ei nak bocha chinese er dol ki vabe matro 15 cents er binimoye ei rokom ekta jinish amar hate ene pouchalo, taw abar nizer jonno munafa rekhe. Shomrat Shahjahan jodi beche thakten, tini ki parten ghore ghore ‘Momtaj’ brand er USB SD card reader pouche dite matro 15 cents er binimoye? Ha, oboshshoi parten. Tobe shei SD card reader gulor niche choto choto horofe lekha thakto, ‘Made in China’ ba ‘Made in Hong Kong’.
Onek din age amra dui bondhu miley shidhdhante pouchechilam je China te taka poyshar kono karbar nai. Shobai pet e bhat e kaz kore. “2 kg alu khaw, 500 ta SD card reader baniye daw” ..ei type bepar. Kintu post office er lok ra? Plane er pilot ta? Oraw ki alu kheye kaz kore? [hishab korle 2 kg alur dam 500 ta USB reader er dam theke beshi hobe bole amar dharona.]
USA theke Bangladeshe 2 patar ekta kagojer chithi jete koto khoroch lage? Amar dharona, 15 cents theke onek gun beshi lage.
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Rabindro Shongeet
Artist: Rupankar
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Emono dine tare bola jay
Emono ghono ghoro borishay
Emono dine mon’o khola jay
Emono megho shore, badolo zhoro zhore
Topono hino ghono tomoshay
Emono dine tare bola jay
She kotha shunibe na, keho aar
Nivrito nirjono charidhar
Du’jone mukho mukhi, gobhir’o dukhe dukhi
Akashe jol’o zhore onibar
Jogote keho jeno nahi aar
Shomaj shongshar’o miche shob
Miche jiboner’o kolorob
Keboli akhi diye, akhir’o shudha piye
Ridoyo diye ridhi onubhob
Adhare mishe geche aar shob
Tahate e jogote khoti kar
Namate pari jodi mon’o bhaar
Srabono borishone.. ekoda griho kone
Du kotha boli jodi, kache tar
Tahate ashe jabe ki ba kar
Bekulo bege aj bohe bay
Bijoli theke theke chomokay
Je kotha e jibone, rohia gelo mone
She kotha aji jeno bola jay
Emono ghono ghoro borishay
Emono dine tare bola jay
Emono ghono ghoro borishay
Emono dine mono khola jay ||
Jibono Jokhono Shukaye Jay
Rabindro Shongeet
Artist: Rupankar
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Amar Jabar Belay Pichu Dake
Rabindro Shongeet
Artist: Rupankar
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O Jonaki
Rabindro Shongeet
Artist Rupankar
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Blog lekhok ra gobhir joler macher moto. Tara jokhon tokhon pani te veshe uthen, kodin khub utshaho niye blog tlog lekhen.. tarpor fush-fush vorti oxygen joma kore abar kichudin’er jonno dub den. Bohudin por hotath ekdin kheyal hoy, ‘arey amar na ekta blog ache! Kichu to likha dorkar’. Abar shuru hoy moha-utshaho niye lekha lekhi. Tarpor abar dirgho dub.
Amar obostha-o shei shob pani-te-khabi-khete-thaka-motsho shovaber blog lekhok der moto. Ek mash kono khobor thake na. Tarpor kono ekdin hut kore ekta post, tarporer 3/4 din sharakkhon hat pa chul-bul korte thake, aro kichu ekta likhi.. aro kichu ekta likhi.
Shei jonnoi bodh-hoy ajke likhte bosha.
Kal eid hobar kotha chilo. Kintu hochche na. Abar karo karo jonno hochche. Beyara chad thik moto dekha dey ni, taw ekdol jor kore kolponay chad dekhe felechen.. onno dol punno-bhumi Saudi Arab er upor chad dekhar mohan dayitto chere diyechen.. aar amra jara haba-goba srenir tara porechi bipode, amader shudhu ektai afsos.. eid ta weekend’e porlo na keno!
Ha, ekhane eid hoy choriye chitiye, bivinno din’e. 2/3 din miliye eid. Ek ek dol tader bibek budhdhi moto eid palon koren ek ek diney. Tobe amar mone hoy ei bepar tar ekta shubidha o ache. Bishesh kore olosh dhoroner manush’der jonno. Eid er din shokale ghum theke uthte ichcha korche na? Besh to.. shuye thakun. Kal to abar eid hobe, abar namaj hobe.. tokhon namaj pore nilei hobe kono ekta mosjid’e giye.
Desh chere eshe eid eid bole eto adikhkheta dekhanor kono maney nei. Ekhankar eid ar o-eid dibosh shob’e shoman. Parthokko hochche, eid’er din chipa kanchi theke onek diner ager kuchke jawa panjabi ber kore hashi hashi mukhe istri kora ebong sheta porte pere nizeke shouvaggoban mone kora. Ei chara eid’er diner alada kono boishishtho amar chokhe dhora dey na. Shobar obostha amar moto na o hotey pare. Onekei hoyto khub dhak-dhol pitiye eid palon koren desher baire.
Ei deshe amar prothom eid’er namajer kotha mone porche. Ashole namaj porar kotha mone porche na, namaj theke ber hobar kotha mone porche. Ami tokhon Tennessee’te. Amar shohore muslim kom. Choto ekta kather ghor’e jummar namaj hoy. Emon na je ami birat dharmik, tobu porichito manusher mukh dekhte shei mosjid’e hajira dei majhe majhe. Taw 8/10 jon’er beshi manush hoy na. Ei vabe to ar eid’er namaj pora jay na. Shutorang ami shidhdhanto nilam.. amake boro-shoro mosjid khuje ber korte hobe. Khuje pawa gelo. Shei mosjid amar basha theke 1 ghontar poth. Ami eid er anonde bibhor hotey shei dirgho poth pari debo mono-sthir korlam (tokhon notun eshechi, ek ghonta drive koratai Teknaf theke Tetulia jawar moto mone hoto).
Eid er din chole ashlo. Mosjid’e uposthit hoye ami to obak. Kothay amar shopner shei gombujwala shu-bishal upashonaloy! Ekta 5 star hotel er conference room matro! Muslim community theke chada tule sheta eid’er namajer jonno vara kora hoyeche. Shekhane beshir-vag hochche arabian manush. Er modhdhe mazhe mazhe jirno chehara ekzon duijon bangali, indian, pakistani.. panjabi pajama fuliye fapiye raj-hash er moto ghure berachchen. Bepar mondo na. Ekta eid eid vaab ache botey.
Namajer oto bistarito biboron amar mone nei, shudhu mone ache.. namaj shesh hobar por shuru holo kola-kulir pala. Amar mon’ta ektu kharap’e holo. Ei prothom erokom eka eid korchi dur-deshe, sheta niye kosto nei.. kintu ammur shathe kola-kuli korte parbo na, ei kosto ta besh kostodayok mone hochchilo. Eid er din namaj theke bashay eshei ammur shathe kula-kuli, etar ekta onno anondo chilo. Ar ekhon kina ek gada oporichito mukher shomudre vashchi!
Jai hok, ashe pashe puro dom’e kola-kuli cholche. Bishal-dehi ek ekzon arabian ekzon ar ekzon ke zhapte dhorche ‘wahaba’ ‘kah-fala’ jatio shobdo korte korte. Eid’er din shobai shoman.. ei jatio shikkha amader ke prochur deya hoye thaklew, deshe thakte amra thik’e namajer por shudhu porichito manusher shathei kula-kuli kortam. Eid er din barir porichito darowan’er shathe manush kula-kuli thik e korto hoyto, kintu rikshay uthar age oporichito rikshawalar shathe keu kula-kuli korto bole mone pore na. Ekhane dekhi bepar she-rokom na. Je jake pachche zhapte dhorche. Khub’e monohora drishsho.
Kintu voyaboho bepar ta ghotche thik tar por por. Zhapte dhore kula-kuli shesh kore.. chokash kore gaal’e ekta chumu!!! Dekhei to amar koliza kepe gelo. Ei ki kando!! Chumu khachche keno!! Buzhe uthte na uthte already amar 3/4 ta chumu khawa hoye geche. Ya mota mota mochwala lok ra dhore dhore gaal’e chokash chokash kore chumu boshachche, ar tader bahu-bondi hoye ami atke pora african magur macher moto mochrachchi, voyaboho drishsho. Shathe onno ekta voy jukto holo.. ei vabe mochra-muchri te chumu jodi miss-fire hoye amar gaal ‘e na pore thot’e eshe land kore!! Tahole ar beizzotir kichu baki thakbe na. Amar kula-kuli korar shokh mitey gelo. Ami vhir thele eke-beke matha nichu kore dorjar dike chutlam shari shari prosharito bahu ke upekkha kore, chokhe mukhe emon ekta vaab jeno amar bashay agun legeche.. amake ekhuni balti hatey chute jete hobe pani niye, ar dorjar thik o-pashe rakha ache shei kangkhito balti ta.
Shukher bishoy holo, shesh porjonto beche firey ashte perechilam jibon ebong shomvrom niye. (Oh, aro ekta karone ei eid ta amar mone thakbe.. ami prothom amar nizer zakat nize diyechilam namajer agey. Nizeke onek boro boro lagchilo.)
Middle-easterner der ei shob kichu gaye pora bara-bari bepar ache. Amar shathe ekta chele porto, nam Omar. Palestine theke esheche. Tar shathe shamna shamni dariye kotha bola ta ekta jontrona. She kromagoto shamner dikey zhukte thake. Ekta kore shobdo bole ar shamne agay, ekdom gayer upor eshe porbe erokom vaab. She joto agay, ami toto pichai. Tar shathe kotha bola shuru hoy ek jaygay, ulta hete hete kotha bola shesh hoy ar ek jaygay giye. Ami to dhorei nilam Omar er ‘alur dosh’ ache, amar nadush nudhush bhola-bhala chehara takey mugdho koreche. Doya kore ‘alur dosh’ ki amake jiggesh korben na. Niz’e budhdhi khatiye buzhe nen. Pore dekhi alur dosh shudhu Omar’er ekar na, jati-goto vabei era alur dosh-grostho. Proti ta middle-eastern chele ei vabei kotha bole. Alur dosh tosh na. Tara kotha bolar shomoy antorikota prokash korar jonno shamne egiye ashe, ashte thake .. ebong ashtei thake..
Nah ar kichu likhar pachchi na. Dub debar shomoy hoye geche.
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“Shopno noy, shanti noy, bhalobasha noy
Ridoyer mazhe ek bodh jonmo loy
Ami tare pari na erate
She amar hatey hat rakhe
Prarthonar shokol shomoy
Shunno mone hoy, shunno mone hoy ..!!”
Az onekdin por khub agroho niye boshe ekta bangla boi pore shesh korlam. 112 patar holud molater ei boi’er nam ‘Mr. 420′. Lekhok Shumonto Aslam amar kache ekdom’e notun, amar pora etai tar prothom boi. Boi’er molate tar aro 4/5 ta boi er nam dekhe buzhte parlam, ekdom ankora notun lekhok non.
Nam shunei bozha jachche boi er kahini khub serious dhoroner kichu hobe na. Asholew tai. Ebong boi er shuru-tei lekhok sheta okopotey shikar korechen. Kono gyan’er kotha na, kono updesh bani noy, kono gupto rajnoitik shikhkha noy – shudhui nirmol anonder jonno ekta boi. Boi er kahini khub’e shada-mata. Char juboker golpo. Kendrio choritro Ornok, shathe ache shomoboyoshi Robi, Pollob, ar royechen kichu ta murobbi dhoroner dolopoti gocher serious manush Kislu Bhai. Mustafa Faruqir natok 420′er ekta choritrer nam o chilo Kislu. Kislu je karo nam hote pare etai amar dharona’te chilo na. Ar ekhon dekhchi je-khanei 420 shongkha ta jorito shekhanei Kislu namer karo na karo obosthan thakche.
To ei char juboker bari-vara ebong kazer buar vaggo khub ekta shubidhar na. Nana rokom birombonar modhdho diye tader jete hoy protiniyoto. Ornok er ga jalano kotha’ke pash katiye.. onek kayda-kanuner por bolte gele bariwalader hat-pa dhora dhori kore Kislu bhai ekta kore basha jogar koren ebong kodin por shei basha tader chere dite hoy udhvot shob zhamelay joriye. Evabe basha bodle bodle tara ebar hazir hoyeche tader bortoman bariwalar sharey choy-tala dalaner chad’er ekta half flat’e. Bariwalar du’chokher bish bachelor chelera. Pan theke chun khoshlei bipod. Bariwalar tin konna ebong vodroloker ektai shorto, tar kono konnar dike chokh tuley takano jabe na.
Ornok university te pora chele. Tar mon sharakkhon’e prem korar jonno aku-paku kore berachche. Bari haranor voye bohu koste she nizeke shoriye rekheche bariwalar tin konnar akorshon theke. Tobe protibeshi flat er meyeder shathe ektu-adhtu prem hote to apotti nei.
Temoni ek protibeshi, Khayrul bhai. Vodroloker 9/10 bochorer dui chele-meye, shutorang take uncle dakar proshnoi ashe na. Khayrul bhai deke deke din besh bhaloi jachchilo Ornok’er, hotath jana gelo, Khayrul bhai er aro ek meye ache, Ruhina, medical college e porey, chuti’te bari esheche. Ornok er mathay akash venge porlo. Aar to bhai daka jay na. She pordin thekei shobai’ke obak kore Khayrul Uncle daka shuru korlo.
Edikey mess’e nana rokom bipotti legei ache. Ei bua chole jachche to ei karo chakri chole jachche. Bua thakche, chakri thakche.. to bathroom’e pani thakche na. Eshober shathe shathe Kislu bhai’er hashshokor kaz karbar to achei. Tini kokhono bhul kore toothpaste diye dari shave korchen abar kokhono shaving cream diye dat brush kore ‘ouu’ ‘ouu’ shobdo kore chechachchen.
Hobu daktarni Ruhina’r preme Ornok er jibon jay jay.. shob’e shunno mone hoy, shunno mone hoy. Bohu shadhdho shadhona kore she Khayrul bhai-uncle’er bashar shobar mon joy kore fellew kono motei Ruhinar mon’er ashe pashew gheshte parche na. Edike abar bariwalar tin konnar ditio konna Ornok’er preme him-shim pagolini obostha.
Ornok vebe kul kinara pay na ki korbe! Pir’er kach theke tabij ene Ruhina ke bosh korbe, naki ditio konnar forhsa gol-gal mukh-khani dekhe Ruhinar kotha bhule jabe! Vebe vebe Ornok shudhu udash theke udash-toro hoy.. kono shomadhan aar meley na.
Oshadharon ekta boi bolbo na. Tobe oboshshoi upovog korar moto ekta boi. Ami besh ko’bar cheshta korew chokh’e mukh’e gombhir vaab dhore rakhte pari ni, fik kore heshe diyechi. Ornok’er ga jalano kotha barta shunle fashir ashamir-o hashi ashte badhdho.
Lekhok tar kotha rekhechen. Kono rokom jotilotar ashe pashe na giye nirmol anondo diyechen.
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“May 12, 2008, marked the death of a 98-year-old lady named Irena Sendlerowa. She was born in Poland in 1910. During WWII, Irena, a German, received permission from the Nazis to work in the Warsaw ghetto as a plumbing/sewer specialist.
She had an ulterior motive…
Irena knew the Nazis’ plans for the Jews and smuggled infants out in the bottom of the large tool box she carried. Larger children were placed in a burlap sack in the back of her truck. Also in the back was a dog that she had trained to bark each time the Nazi guards allowed her out of the ghetto and back in.
The soldiers, of course, wanted nothing to do with the dog, and its barking covered any noise made by the infants and small children. Irena managed to smuggle out approximately 2,500 children before she was finally caught.
When she was captured, the Nazis beat her severely, breaking both her arms and her legs.
Irena kept a record of the names of all the children she smuggled out of that Warsaw ghetto and kept them in a glass jar buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents who may have survived so she might reunite the child with its family. Most, of course, did not survive the Holocaust, and the vast majority of the surviving children were placed in foster homes or adopted.
Irena was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize in 2007, but she lost to Al Gore, who won the award for presenting a slide show on the philosophy behind global warming.”
[Source: http://freakyfrugalite.com/irena-sendlerowa-german-heroine/]
I salute you, Irena Sendlerowa.
Remarkable person. She deserved the Noble Prize, I agree. I went to few forums, websites and found out that everyone is blaming Al Gore for winning the award. It took 62 years for the world to value this wonder woman and now it’s Al Gore’s fault?
Life in a Jar: The Irena Sendler Project [Link]
Wikipedia: Irena Sendler [Link]
Youtube: Irena Sendler, Life in a Jar [Link]
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Era Shukher Lagi Chahe Prem ..Prem Meley Na
[Rabindra Shongeet]
Artist: Sagar Sen
Era shukher lagi chahe prem ..prem meley na
Shudhu shukh chole jay
(E mone mayar chholonay)
Era shukher lagi chahe prem ..prem meley na
Era bhule jay ..kare chhere kare chay
Shukher lagi chahe prem, prem meley na
Tai kede kate nishi ..tai dohe pran
O tai man obhiman, tai eto hay hay ||
Preme shukho dukho bhule tobe shukho pay
Preme shukho dukho bhule tobe shukho pay
Shukher lagi chahe prem, prem meley na
Shokhi cholo
Gelo nishi, shopono furalo ..michey ar keno bolo
Shoshi ghumero kukhoko niye gelo ostacholo
Shokhi cholo ..
Premero kahini gaan ..hoye gelo oboshan
Ekhon keho hashe, keho boshe fele osru-jolo
Shokhi cholo ..
Era shukher lagi chahe prem ..prem meley na
Shudhu shukh chole jay
(E mone mayar chholonay)
[Download]
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Boro hoye ki hobo vabchi.
Boro hobar ei dirgho biroktikor prokria shuru hoyechilo shei chotobelay. Ammur’r kache shunechi, ami choto thakte protidin amake ek, dui, tin ..eshob shekhano hoto kintu ami mone rakhte partam na, likhte partam na. Shikhtam abar bhule jetam. Tarpor ekdin hut kore naki ami ‘ek’ theke ‘bish’ porjonto ek taan’e likhe felechi. Ebong ei theke amar Maa’er dharona hoyechilo taar chele boro hoye moha-gyani type kichu ekta hobe.
Prothom jokhon class five’e britti porikhkha dite jai, shobai emon vab korchilo ei britti porikkha tai buzhi jiboner shob. Khub utshaher shathe porikhkha dilam. Toilakto bash beye behaya banor uthche ar namche, ei ongko onek prananto cheshta korew melate parlam na (eta class seven’er ongko, kintu amader shomoy class 5′er britti porikkhay eshechilo). Britti pelam na. Jibon jemon chilo temon’e theke gelo. Tarpor shobai vab korte thaklo.. SSC porikhkha tai jiboner shob kichu. Amar baba gombhir mukh’e amake bolte thaklen, ‘SSC tai ashol, life er base, ei ta bhalo korte parle ar konodin pechon firey takate hobe na”. SSC par hoye gelam, pechon firey takate holo na.. probol vabe shamner dikey takate holo.. shamne tokhon HSC niye jontrona. “HSC tai to shob, SSC to prothom base, HSC holo ditio base”, base er upor aro base gorar dayitto eshe porlo. HSC diye bhalo result kore bhalo jaygay bhorti hoye gelei to manob jiboner mohan uddeshsho bastobayito hobe. Manob-jiboner ditio base gorte lege gelam, shetaw ekdin shesh holo. Tokhon dekha gelo jiboner omrito-shudha paan korar jonno SSC, HSC kichui na, lekha-pora shesh kore chakri bakri kora ta ashol. Taw shesh holo, chakri bakri o holo. Tarporo boro mone hoy na khub ekta hote perechi. Ekta baksher vetor akte achi. Eto bar ashahoto hotey hotey ekhon ar nijei buzhe uthte pari na.. ar kisher opekkhay thakbo. Parthokkho ektai, choto thakte boro hobar tagid’ta baba-ma aar ashe pasher manush chapiye diten, ekhon tagid’ta nizer vetor’e onubhob kori.
Chotobela thekei ami shonhingsho dhoroner. Amar prio khelna chilo bonduk. Amar baba amake jibone joto bonduk, pistol kine diyechen.. she’shob jodi shottikarer bonduk pistol hoto, onayashe ar ekta muktijudhdho kore fela jeto (ami jani mujtijuddho kono hashi tamashar bepar na, ami hashi tamash korchi-o na). Amar mon’e ache ami dupur bela ghum theke uthei balish’er nich’e haat ditam. Abbu kokhono office theke ashar shomoy khelna bonduk kine ene amar balisher niche rekhe diten. Amar kaz hoto, shei bonduk 30 theke 35 minute’er modhdhe venge koyek tukra kora tarpor dhongsha-boshesh druto lukiye fela ebong poroborti 2/3 din bonduk’er nam bhulew mukhe na ana. Jai hok, bonduk’er proti ei probol bhalobashar karonei choto bela theke amar drirho protigga, ami boro hoye police hobo. Chanachur’wala hobar ekta gopon bashona-o chilo, kintu ammur voye prokash korte shahosh petam na. Oh, police hobar pasha pashi aro ekta shokh chilo, Tarzan hobo. Tarzan hobar plan tlan pray final, tokhon nanar ek bondhur bashay gechi, khub’e hujur manush tini. Amar boyosh tokhon koto hobe, 10/12. Gechi half-pant pore. Shei nana amake dekhei bole boshlen, “ki bhaiya.. ei rokom nengta hoye acho keno?”. Amar to lojjay mara jabar obostha ebong shathe shathe Tarzan hobar plan batil kore dilam. Shara jibon ei rokom opomaner moddho diye jawar kono mane hoyna.
Ar ektu boro hotei kheyal holo, police hoye ashole kono lubh nei. Police der man shomman bole kichu nei. Amader bashar theke ektu dur’e morer moddhe duijon police shob shomoy dariye thakto. Morer dokane cha kheto, kola kheto, pauruti kheto ar boshe boshe zhimato. Tader niye amader chotoder ekta khela chilo. Amra zhoper aral’e lukatam ebong shobai ek shathe gola fatiye chitkar kortam, “thola, thola.. tor pant keno khola!” (bangladesher police’ke ador kore thola bola hoy). Ei kotha bolei pori mori dour ditam shobai. Emon ekta vab jeno birat mission kore felechi, police buzhi ekhuni bonduk hatey amader tara korbe elo-pathari guli korte korte. Kintu kichui hoto na. Tara nirosh mukh kore cha, biscuit, kola khetei thakto, amader ei guerrilla akromon tader khub ekta bicholito korto na.
Jai hok, jiboner boro shidhdhanto niye fellam. Tarzan hobo na, police’o hobo na. Pilot howa jabe na, bhaiya boleche pilot hotey hole khub bhalo math jante hoy. Math amar oshojjo lage. Shobar shorol ongker shundor shundor uttor ashe, 1 othoba 0. Amar shorol ongker uttor ashe 384/4893 type kichu ekta. Mati theke hazar hazar feet upore shunne veshe veshe ami shorol ongko korte raji noi. Shutorang ami jahaji hobo. Jahaj’er captain hobo. Sharadin ammur boka zhoka shunte hobena, jahaj’e kore ghure berabo, khub’e anondomoy bepar.
Boyosher shathe shathe jahaj er captain hobar bepar ta aste aste juddho jahaj er captain howa te chole gelo, agei bolechi choto bela thekei ami shohingsho prokritir. Jak, aim in life thik hoye gelo, Navy te jabo. Ei shokh amar besh boro hoye-o chilo. Class 8/9 porjonto ami jantam ami boro hoye Navy te jachchi. Bhaiya porto cadet college’e. Tar kache pray’e hatu lege jabar porikkha ditam. Shoja hoye darale jodi dui hatu lege jay, tahole naki Navy te jawa jabe na. Jahaji hobar shopne jokhon bivhor, thik tokhon amar nana mara gelen. Nana chilen daktar, ahamori kono clinic chilo na taar. Tar bondhu ra dhakay eshe established hoye fatiye feleche. Tini sylhet’er ek ta upojela te shadharon daktar hoye shadharon manusher sheba korei jibone katiye dilen. Daktari pesha tar proti amar sroddha konodin-o tolbe na. Daktar shomproday jodio dui vabe bivokto, ek dol daktari koren takar jonno ar ekdol daktari koren manusher jonno. Gorbo kore bolte pari, amar nana daktari korten manusher jonno. Jai hok, nana mara jabar por.. eto eto manusher kanna, bilap dekhe ami thik kore fellam ami daktar hobo. Ebong ami nanar pharmacy tei boshbo. Eto eto manusher bhalobasha pabo.
Shetaw holo na. Emon ekta kichu hoyechi, jeta hobar shopno kokhono dekhi-o ni. Hotey pere je khub anondito, sheta-o na. Ekhon mazhe mazhe birokto lege jay. Vabi, er theke Tarzan howai bhalo chilo. Banor koley niye bon’e bon’e aii aiii chitkar kore ghure beratam.
I guess, erokom-e hoy. Karo shopner shuru hoy Tarzan diye, karo shopner shuru hoy Thunder-Cats ba Pokemon diye. Sheshe eshe shob eki jaygay shesh hoy. Tight ato-shato kichu baksher vetore bondi hoye, meki hashi heshe. Manush prithibi te ashe unlimited possibilities niye. Joto din jete thake, tar shopno dekhar khomota komte thake. Jei kishor shoishob’e vabto boro hoye ghurir dokan debe, ekta lomba train kiney felbe, odrissho hobar koushol abishkar kore felbe ..shei eki manush mazh boyoshe eshe chinta kore, choto meyetar biye ta hoye gelei jiboner moto nishchinto hoye jawa jabe. Etai jiboner khela. Tarporo amader ashe pashe kichu shopnomoy manush thaken, jara shohoje haal chere den na. Shomoyer shathe shathe shopno dekhar khomota take oto ta furiye jete den na. Ami boro hoye sherokom keu hobo vabchi. Dekhi, shei rokom ekta school khuje ber korte hobe. Voy lagche, abar na asha-hoto hotey hoy!
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Ei blog’e eto ta hashshomukhi hoye ami age post korechi bole mone hoy na. Proti’ta shobdo likhchi ar amar hashi ashche. Shei hashir kotha vebe aro hashi ashche. Line dhore penguin’er bachcha ra jei vabe pani te laaf dey, shei vabe line dhore amar hashi guli dariye ache.. ektar por ekta hashi eshei jachche, eshei jachche. Dom fatiye hashtew parchi na office’e boshe. Er moddhei amar pasher cube theke ‘Ayo’ (amar colleague) koybar uki diye geche. She hoyto vabche, khub funny kono joke, ami keno tar shathe share korchi na! She ‘Kalo’ bole discriminate korchi, eta vabche kina ke jane :p
Hasha-hashir shuru ta khub’e shadharon ghotona theke. Kaz’e boshe bore hochchilam. Amar ek bondhu janalo http://blogsearch.google.com e giye common ekta duita bangla shobdo likhe search korlei naki mojar mojar bangla blog beriye ashe. Ami khub utshaher shathe search dilam. Prothom result tai ashlo, ‘joubonjala.com’. Ami click korte giye-o ’shurut’ kore mouse theke hat shoriye nilam. Kaz theke ei voyaboho site’e gele khobor ache. Shutorang ditio link’e jawa jak.
Amar motoi benglish vashay likha blog. Shei blog’er ekta post’e manusher mrittur bepare lekha ache. [Ami jani amar manoshik chikitsha dorkar, mrittur moto jinish niye hasha hashi korchi!]. Ashole post ta shuru hoyeche khub serious vabe. Blog’er lekhika thaken USA te. Tar kotha moto, ei deshe (USA’te) manusher jiboner kono mullo nei, protidin hazar hazar manush mara jachche ..(eto tukun pora porjonto ami tar bedonay shomo-bethito chilam ebong serious chilam). Tarporer line, “keu ba mathay guli kheye, keu ba heart’e.. keu ba shorir’er onno kono jaygay” (bas!!! ami ar nizeke dhore rakhte parlam na.. in fact, ekhono parchi na). Pathok hoyto buzhtei parchen na, ekhane hashir bepar ta ghotlo kothay! Ashole ami erokom ekta line’er jonno ekdom’e prostut chilam na. Line pore shesh korar shathe shathe amar mathar vetore ki jani hoye gelo, shomosto shorir chon-moniye hashir tufan chutlo. Jotoi chai hashi thamate totoi mone hoy keu buzhi tar lomwala lez diye amar puro shorir’e halka porosh bulachche ar fish fish kore bolche, “hash na beta.. arey hashle ki hoy!”. Hashte hashte ek shomoy amar haat’e, buk’e, pet’e guli khawa shari shari hotovaga american’der kotha aar monei roilo na. Hashi tai tokhon hashshokor hoye gelo. Hashir kotha vebei hashi ashchilo tokhon. Ek porjaye amake uthe bathroom’e jete holo. Khub mukh gombhir kore ferot ashlam. Eshe computer’er monitor ta dekha matro abar hashi shuru holo.
Ekhon hasha hashir jonno ektu kharap’e lagche. Hoyto kono bachcha meyer blog. Bechari tar nizer moto kore nizer onubhutir kotha likheche! Joto oporadhi’e laguk nizeke, ei ghotona ami na bole thakte parlam na. Office vorti manusher shamne ei vabe beijjoti holam :(
Nah! khub’e onnay hoyeche. Ashole keno eto hashi ashlo vebe nijer e lojja lagche.
Amar ei hashir rog onek purono. Dhakar bashay ekbar hashte hashte bichanar fak diye pore giyechilam. Ami ektu nadush nudush to, amar khala ar bhai amake ar shei faak theke tene uthate pare na! Ki voyaboho obostha!
Amar thekew boro hashshomukhi ache ekzon. Amar ek cousin. Rima Apa. Tar chilo bikhkhato hashi rog. Shanto shishtho bhalomanusher moto boshe ache hat pa gutiye. Boro ra khub serious kichu ekta niye kotha bolche, hotath boro ra keu hoyto kichu ekta khub funny vabe bollo ba uchcharon korlo ba kichu ekta holo.. bas! Rima apar hashir dirgho prokria chalu hoye gelo. Prothome muchki muchki hashi ..tarpor khuk khuk (ei khane hashi chapar cheshta hochche gopone), tarpor khir khir (hashi chapa jachche na), kho’zz’gom kho’zz’gom (hashi chapar probol cheshta, already boro’ra chokh boro boro kore takachche Rima apar dike).. tarpor khek khek (nah! ar para gelo na. hashi jokhon dhora porei geche, ar vodrota kore ki hobe!!). Take jodi keu bole “hashchish keno?”. She aro ga kapiye hashe! Chair theke uthe onno room’e na gele tar shei hashi ar thame na.
Hashle naki ayu bare. Shei hishabe amar ei bon’ta koyek hazar bochorer ayu niye prithibi’te esheche.
Onek kutnami korlam. Oporadh korle khoma chawar niom ache. Ami ei rokom ekta bepar niye hasha-hashi korechi, sheta abar blog e likhechi – boro maper oporadh. Jar blog porey eto hasha-hashir shuchona, tini jodi kokhono amar ei post porei felen (Allah na koruk), ami lojjito. Ashole hashi ta apnar blog ke niye ba apnar lekha ke niye na. Hashi’ta amar vetore joma chilo. Shudhu beriye ashar ekta upolokkho khujchilo.
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Chomotkar din azke.
Din chomotkar lagar duto karon.
Prothom karon, Aj shukro’bar, Aj boss-ami dibosh :)
Ditio karon, Aj chomotkar weather. Ektu age kichukkhon’er jonno baire giyechilam. Building theke ber hoyei jirno kongkal-shar mon ta nadush nudush hoye uthlo. Mishti mishti rod, na gorom, na thanda.. ghash ghash gondho.. amake chotto ekta shohorer kotha mone koriye dilo. Oak Ridge, Tennessee. Ei deshe amar prothom shohor. Shei shohorer rod o erokom norom snigdho chilo, ghash’e eki rokom veja veja gondho chilo. Hoyto’ba ahamori kichu chilo na. Kintu mone hochche chilo. Fele asha shomoy, sriti, manush beshir vaag shomoy-e oshadharon mone hote thake. Hoyto ba tara asholew oshadharon chilo bolei oshadharon mone hote thake. Thak, ei shob torke ar na jai. Shob kichur’e ekta shuru thakte hoy. Poribesh poristhiti ek shomoy onek sriti’e amader vuliye dey, kintu prothom barer bepar gulo moner kono ek bondho bakshe zhapi ete thik’e khub jotno kore tuley rakhe prokriti. Bohudin por kono ek hizi-bizi muhurte shei ‘prothom’ bepar ta ‘tup’ kore mone koriye dey mon.
Ei goto ko bochore onek jaygay thekechi, onek shohor dekhechi. Tader kotha ekdom bhule gechi, sheta bolbo na. Kintu Oak Ridge er proti jei taan ta, sheta onno shohorer proti hoy na. Ar kono shohorer kotha vebe mone hoy na, “ekbar shujog pele theke ashbo 3/4 din”. Thik jemon hoy Dhakar proti. Joto jai hok jibone, Dhakay thakar shukh ke kokhonoi ami onno kono kichur shathe tulona kore pere uthbo na. Dhaka hochche nijer shohor. Dhaka hochche Dhaka.
Pray’e vabi, Dhakay giye theke ashbo koy ekdin. Shahosh pai na. Jodi moho ta venge jay? Jodi moshar kamor kheye birokto hoye ‘dui diner boiragi bhat ke bole rice’-der moto bole boshi “eto mosha keno? ewww! chih nongra dustbin.. awwww.. hishu korbo kothay, dad?”. Jodi moner moddhe etotuku opochondo chole ashe amar oshomvob prio shohor take niye? Ki dorkar ghata ghati korar. Thaki na aro kichudin mohachchonno hoye.
Koto joner koto rokomer sriti thake. Karo kono ghotonar kotha mone thake, kono chobir kotha mone thake, kono ronger kotha thake, kono shobder kotha mone thake. Amar thake gondho sriti. Hoyto kono ekta hashpatal’e gechi onek age, tarpor aro onek hashpatal’e jawa hoyeche.. but pach bochor por onno kono ek hashpatal’e giye mone hobe, ei hashpatala-tar gondho shei prothom hashpatal-tar moto. Khub choto thakte amar ma kichu din hashpatal’e chilen. Hashpatal theke deya breakfast er moddhe thakto sheddho dim ar makhon. Shob’e bhule gechi, shei hashpatal er nam bhule gechi, ami koto choto chilam taw bhule gechi. Kintu shei makhon’er gondho’ta ami ajo boye berai. Amar nana bari te fridge’e shobuz kacher bati te ghor’e banano makhon thakto, shei gondho o boye berai. Dui makhoner dui rokom gondho. Prithibir ar kono makhonei shei makhoner gondho pai na, hoyto pabo na.
Abar, dhora jak drive korchi. Janala namalam. Hut kore mone hobe, ei rasta-tar gondho.. onek din age hete asha kono ekta rastar moto. Oidin elevator e uthe ami amar nanir gayer gondho pachchilam. LOL Amar pashe vim-vobani type er ekta dosha-shoi kalo mohila. Tar ga theke amar nanir gayer gondho ashche? Nani ke dekhechi shei kobe, kon choto belay. Tar gayer gondho taw amar mogoje roye geche etodin por?
Prothom ei deshe ashar por amar ekta zhokkor-mokkor type gari chilo. 1988 Toyota. Shada. Shei gari te chilo na A/C, radio ta pakhir moto kichir michir shobdo korto, ek side’er dorja ekbar khulto to ekbar khulte chaito na, hoyto pechoner dorja diye gari te uthlo keu, ber hote hoto shamner dorja diye karon pechoner dorja kotha shunte oshikriti janachche. Tokhon gari take oshojjo mone hoto. Ichcha hoto kono lake’er pashe giye dhakka diye pani te fele dei movier moto. Othocho ko bhochor por shei gari jokhon junk yard-er truck eshe niye jachchilo, ami bichanay shuye hau mau kore kedechi. Kotoi na sriti chilo shei gari te. Koto jaygay giyechi, koto kichu dekhechi, prothom voy voy buk niye highway te uthechi, shai shai kore chute asha garir bohor’er shathe mishe giyechi, prothom police’er ticket kheyechi, prothom illegal u-turn korechi, prothom bar snow te drive korte giye gari skid kore ultiye boshe thekechi hat pa thanda kore, prothom porikkhay deri hoye jabar tension’e park kore garir engine on rekhei dorja bondho kore chute chole gechi, prothom eshe dekhechi garir gas tank khali.. amar koto prio gaan prothom shunechi shei vanga garir vanga radio te. Amar eto mayar eto bhalobashar gari take ei bisri rokom dekhte tow-truck ta pashaner moto tene niye jabe!
Garir dukkhe kede buk vashiyechi, ei jonno amake chagol mone korar kono karon nei. Karon ami chagol na, ami moha chagol. Jibone jotobar ami basha bodol korechi, ami kedechi. Ekhon hoyto ar hau mau kore kadte pari na, kintu moner vetore shei 11 bochor boyosher basha bodoler kosto ta eki rokom roye geche. Eki rokom kosto, chere jabar jontrona. Ami pran-pon cheshta chaliye jetam amar baba ma ke bozhanor jonno, “ei basha ta khub bhalo, ei basha ta chere jabar ki dorkar”.
Kon proshongo theke kon proshonge chole eshechi. Likhchilam Oak Ridge er kotha. Choto khato dip er moto ekta shohor. Jodio dip na, amar kache dip’e mone hoto. America namer bishal shagor’e amar ghora ferar chotto ekta jayga. Guti-koyek dokan, ekta choto highway, choto choto bari, oshomvob shundor ekta lake ..ar amar vanga-chora shada gari. Ei to. Mash-khanek por ekjon duijon indian cheharar mukh dekha jeto, tader kei koto apon mone hoto. Bangladeshi to bolte gele chiloi na. Puro shohor ebong tar ashe pasher elaka miliye 7/8 ta Bangladeshi family chilo. Ekta kather ghor chilo, oi ghor ta chilo mosjid. Buro ek barbar chilo jar kache ami chul katatam. Take age call kore appointment nite hoto.. machine diye kur kur kore chul kete amar cheharay ‘chandi-chila bandor’-vaab niye ashte tar 3/4 minute’er beshi lagto na. Shei 3/4 min er jonno take call kore agey theke janate hoto. Hat e gona koyta dokan. Sheshob dokane ghurte ghurte dokaner kon shelf’e ki ache, pray mukhosto hoye giyechilo. Pasher boro shohor chilo Knoxville. Shekhane jawa ta mone hoto ekta oyojon’er bepar, 1 ghonta drive kore oto dur-deshe jachchi!! Knoxville er rasta ghat mone hoto koto jotil, ekbar poth harale ar rokkha nei, koi theke koi niye jabe. Othocho ekhon Knoxville er moto shohor dekhle nak shitkai, boli gram.
Class’e jetam chorer moto. Voye voye thaktam, keu jodi kotha bole fele! Ki na ki jiggesh kore boshbe, ora to nishchoi amader moto Bangladeshi joke buzhbe na. American der chaglami te obak o hotam. Amar English Composition-1′er professor amake ekdin tar room’e niye gelo ebong janalo Saree tar khub prio ekta dress ebong she saree pora shikhte chay. Ami vablam hoyto tar bou ke saree kine dibe. Nah! She nije saree porte chay. Tar kache eta just amazing mone hoy je ki vabe eto lomba ekta kapor eto shundor kore manush gayer shathe pechay. Ami ki bolbo buzhte parchilam na. She amake jiggesh korlo, ami saree pori kina. Ami bollam, ami saree porbo keno, saree meyeder poshak. She akash theke porlo. She naki saree pora india chele dekheche!! Hoyto kono monk tonk dekheche, vebeche she saree pore ache. Jai hok, amar professor ke kotha dite holo, next time ami jokhon bangladeshe jabo ami amar mayer kach theke saree pora shikhe eshe take shekhabo :) Shikkhok der kotha shunte hoy. Odhom chatro ami. Ajo saree pora shikhte pari ni.
American der kichu dhora badha niom thake. Sheta mene cholte perei tara khushi. Er bairey kichu dekhlei tader chokh boro boro hoye jay ebong mukh diye tin ta shobdo ber hoye ashe, “Oh My God!”. Keu tader shikhiyeche french fries khete hoy ketchup diye, shutorang bachuk ar moruk french fries tara ajibon ketchup diyei kheye jabe. Ami jokhoni cafeteria te giye ketchup ar mayonnaise makhiye french fries khetam.. ashe pasher table theke manush baka chokhe dekhto! Mone mone hoyto vabto, “oshikkhito indian chele, jibone kichui shekhe ni”.
Ekbar mota shota ek lok amake jiggesh korechilo, amar deshe television ache kina! Tar proshno shune ami ahoto hoyechi dekhe she tar bhul buzhte parlo. Tokhon she bollo, “oh! tumi tahole Sheikh?”. She ekhon amar babar koyta bou jante jay! She shuneche sheikh der 2/3 ta kore oil field thake, 200/300 ta wife thake ar tara kalo limousine ‘e kore ghure beray bou niye. Tar hoyto dharona USA’r baire ar duita matro desh ache, ek deshe shobai bouwala dhoni sheikh ar na hoy onno deshe shobai gamcha pore nodi te mach dhore. Eder TV te 200/300 ta channel thake, tarporo tara vabe 2nd world war hoyeche U.S.(North) ar U.S.(South) er moddhe. Dukkhojonok.
Ekta kotha ache, “manush dat thakte dat’er morjada bozhe na, dat porey gele bozhe”. Deshe thakte desher proti maya thake na. Desh chere chole ashle deshprem bere jay. Jolo-janto proman ami nijei. Keu amake indian bolle tokhon matha kharap hoye jeto. Oshomvob! Ami Indian na. Ami Bangladeshi. Eki vabe Korean der ke jodi bola hoy, “are you from China?”, mota lathi diye marte ashbe! Kintu ami ki korbo! Shob nak bocha ke amar eki rokom lage.
Prothom New York ashar por khub khushi hoyechilam. Jokhoni keu jiggesh kore, “where are you from?”, ami boli “Bangladesh” ebong mone mone boro shoro vougolik biboron deyar jonno prostut hoi tokhon proshno-korta amake obak kore diye bole uthe, “Oh! Bangladesh! Cool! I have friends from there”.
Etai boro shohor’e thakar shubidha, New York’e thakar anondo. Hazar rokomer barowari manush ghure berachche, jar ja ichcha khachche, ja ichcha porche.. karo shomoy nei karo dikey firey takabar, karo shomoy nei karo kotha vabar. French fries bhat’er moto torkari diye makhiye makhiye khelew keu khub ekta ga korbe na.
Jak ga. Onorthok onek kichu likhe felechi. New York theke amar ek bondhu esheche ghurte 2 diner jonno. Onno bondhu ra chuti niyeche. Shobai ghure berachche azke sharadin. Amake ashte hoyeche kaz e. Shokal theke mon’e dukkho vaab boye berachchilam. Bhodor bhodor korte pere moner dukhkho ekhon ektu komeche : )
Sumon er kichu gaan post kortam. Kintu khuje pachchi na :(
[Added on Aug 10, 2008]
Artist: Suman Chattopadhaya [Kabir Suman]
[1] Prothom Shob Kichu
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[2] Amar Chuti [Poem]
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[3] Biday Porichita [Translation of 'Farewell Angelina' by Joan Baez]
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[4] Ganwala
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[5] Jatishshor
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[6] Tomake Chai
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