মুছে গেছে সব, দেনা-পাওনার স্মৃতি

November 22, 2008

কদিন আগে আমি বাংলা নাটকের বিরাট পোকা হয়ে গিয়েছিলাম। অনলাইন-এ বাংলা নাটকের অভাব নেই, দেখে শেষ করা যায়না এইরকম অবস্থা। গত ক’বছর হল বাংলা নাটক সেই পুরাতন আদল ভেঙ্গে একটু একটু করে বেরিয়ে অসতে পারছে। এখন নাটক মানেই পুতু পুতু জ্ঞানের কথা আর তরুণ-তরুণীর ভালবাসা এবং দেশপ্রেম বিষয়ক প্রত্যক্ষ বা পরোক্ষ উপদেশ-বানী না। এখন বাংলা নাটক অনেক সাবলীল, অনেক স্বাভাবিক এবং অনেক বাস্তবমুখী। কদিন আগে একটা বাংলা নাটকে ‘বাল’ শব্দটার বিশেষ ব্যাবহার দেখলাম। অবশ্যই গর্বিত হবার মত কোন বিষয় না। আমরা চাইনা আমাদের নাটকে অশালীন শব্দের ব্যাবহার থাকুক। কিন্তু ভালো লাগল এই পরিবর্তন দেখে। এখনকার নাটকে সাধারণ জীবনের প্রতিফলন থাকছে। আমি কোনদিন কোন মাস্তান-গুণ্ডাকে বলতে শুনিনি, “এই! তুই আমার দিকে চোখ তুলে তাকিয়েছিস কেন রে শয়তান! আমি কিন্তু এখন তোর চোখ তুলে ফেলব, দুষ্টু” – বরং বলতে শুনেছি, “ওই বাল! তুই আমার দিকে তাকাইয়া কি দেখস? চেহারা মাপতাছছ? চউখ গাইলা দিমু হাউয়ার পোলা, চিনস আমারে” – এখন নাটক মানেই, “আমি এসেছি, তুমি এসেছিলে? তোমাকে ছাড়া আমি বাঁচবোনা, বুঝতে পেরেছ?”- না। এখন নাটক মানে, “আমি আসছি, তুমি কই? গেলে যাওগা, কতো জিনিসআইলো-গেলো, এত ভাবার টাইম নাই মামা”।

আমি জানি আমি হয়ত একটু বাড়িয়ে বলছি, কিন্তু আসলেও ইদানীং নাটক দেখে অনেক মজা পাই। ‘হাউস-ফুল’ একটা নাটক, সেটার সাথে-তো আমি একদম গেঁথে আছি গত কদিন ধরে। ছেলে লেখাপড়া করছে না, মা এসে কান ধরে গদাম করে এক চড় বসালেন, দেখেই ভালো লাগায় মনটা ভরে যায় আমার, কারণ এই চড়টা আমিও খেয়েছি, মায়ের এই রণমুর্তী আমাকেও দেখতে হয়েছে। আমি বলছি না লেখাপড়া না করলে শিশুদের চড়-থাপ্পড় মারা উচিত, তবে শিশুদের চড় দেয়ার প্রচলন থাকলে নাটকেও সেটা দেখানোর সাহস থাকা উচিত। আমরা যেই ভাবে কথা বলি, এখনকার অনেক নাটক সেইভাবে কথা বলে। আমাদের ভাল লাগে। নাটক কেন সব সময় শুদ্ধ, পরিমেয়, উন্নত-রুচির হতে হবে, যেখানে আমাদের আশেপাশে তথাকথিত সেইসব উন্নত রুচির মানুষ মাত্র হাতে গোনা ক’জন এবং যারা জ্ঞানের কচকচানি ছাড়া আমাদের বিশেষ আর কিবা দিতে পেরেছেন! অর্থহীন কিছু, “এটা করো না, ওটা করো না, এটা সুস্থ, ওটা অসুস্থ, তোমরা বুঝ না, আমরা বুঝি, তোমরা জান না, আমরা জানি” এই মায়াজালে আটকে রাখতে চেয়েছেন আমাদের সারা-বেলা। সবাই অসভ্য হয়ে যাক এটা আমাদের কাম্য না, তবে সবাই স্বাভাবিক হউক, এটা আমরা অবশ্যই চাইতে পারি।

সব থেকে বিরক্ত লাগে গ্রামের নাটক দেখতে। গ্রামের নাটক মানেই একদল সহজ-সরল মানুষ, যারা খুব গুছিয়ে কোন একটা বিশেষ আঞ্চলিক ভাষায় টেনে টেনে বিরাট বিরাট সব ভাবের কথা বলেন। একজন থাকেন চেয়ারম্যান সাব, যিনি একাই দুষ্টের শিরোমণি লঙ্কার রাজা সেজে সবাইকে যন্ত্রণা করেন, উনার সাথে আবার সবসময় একটাই চামচা থাকে! একি ঘটনা, একি ব্যাপার, সেই ঘুরেফিরে। সেই দিনতো এখন আর নেই, এখন গ্রামের মানুষ মোবাইল ফোন দিয়ে কথা বলে দিন-রাত, অনলাইনে বসে বসে হয়তো এই ব্লগ-ও পড়ছে, কে জানে! গ্রামের মানুষ এখন শার্ট প্যান্ট পরে বাজারে যায়। একটা গ্রামে এখন শুধু একজনই শিক্ষিত ছেলে থাকে না, আরও অনেক বেশী থাকে। সবকিছু বদলাচ্ছে, আমাদের নাটক কেন বদলাবে না? অবশ্যই গ্রাম নিয়ে চমৎকার কিছু নাটক হয় মাঝে মাঝে, কিন্তু তার সংখ্যা খুবই কম আর না হয় সেসব আমার রাডারে ধরা পড়ে না। অনেকদিন আগে একটা নাটকে দেখেছিলাম গ্রামের একজন দরিদ্র স্কুল শিক্ষককে নিয়ে, যার আদতে কোন স্কুলই ছিল না। তিনি গাছের নিচে ছাত্র পড়াতেন আর স্বপ্ন দেখতেন তিনি একদিন একটা স্কুল গড়বেন। তার সেই স্বপ্ন কোনদিনও পূরণ হয়নি। স্কুল হয়েছিলো ঠিকই, কিন্তু তার শিক্ষাগত যোগ্যতার অভাব থাকার কারণে তিনি সেই স্কুলের শিক্ষক হতে পারেন নি। কাগজের সার্টিফিকেটের কাছে তার আন্তরিক ইচ্ছা হেরে গিয়েছিলো।

নাটক এমন হওয়া উচিত যেটা আমাদের ভাবতে শেখায়, যেটা আমাদের পাশ কাটিয়ে চলে যেতে শেখায় না। আমরা সাধারণ দর্শকরা যদি নাটকের সাথে নিজেদের জীবন সম্পৃক্ত করতে নাই পারি, তাহলে নাটকের সেই গোপন এবং মহান জ্ঞানের বানী (যেসব নাট্যকাররা আমাদের ঠেসে ধরে গেলাতে চান) কোনদিনও আমাদের কানে এসে ঢুকবে না। আমরাতো ভেবে নিবো, “হেহ! ধুরও এইটা তো নাটক, নাটকতো নাটকই, নাটকে কিনা বলে ছাগলে কিনা খায়”।

আমি আস্তে আস্তে শ্যাম্পু হয়ে যাচ্ছি। এক চামচ শ্যাম্পু দিয়ে যেমন এক বালতি ফেনা হয়, আমিও একটা কথা বলতে গিয়ে তেত্রিশটা কথা বলে ফেলি। শুধু একটা গান পোস্ট করতে এসেছিলাম, কত কিছু লিখে ফেললাম হুড়মুড় করে। যাই হোক, গানের কথায় আসি। ‘উপসংহার’ নাটকের গান। উপসংহার নাটকটা দেখে খুবই ভালো লেগেছিল। স্বাভাবিক এবং স্বার্থপর মানুষের গল্প নিয়ে নাটক। নাটক আমার খুব একটা মনে থাকে না, দেখি আবার ভুলে যাই। তবে এই নাটকের কাহিনী আমি এখনও মনে করতে পারি, নামটাও মনে আছে। নাটকের শেষে এই গানটা ছিল, “মুছে গেছে সব দেনা-পাওনার স্মৃতি”। গানটা আসলেও দারুণ নাকি নাটকের জন্যই গানটা দারুণ লেগেছিল জানি না। হুট করে শুনলে অতটা ভালো নাও লাগতে পারে। আজ অনেকদিন পর YouTube-এ গানটা পেলাম। ছেপে দিলাম।

দ্বিতীয় গানটা একটা বিখ্যাত লালনগীতি। দুটো গানই ‘লালন’ ব্যান্ডের।

Band: Lalon
Album: Biprotip
Track: Biprotip 2003

Download mp3, Download slow version (Biprotip 2007 mp3)

Band: Lalon
Album: Birotip
Track: Jaat Gelo Download Mp3


Monpura : Nithua Pathare …Nemechi Bondhu Re

October 19, 2008

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..

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Emono Dine Tare Bola Jay ..

October 4, 2008

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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Irena Sendlerowa (1910-2008), A Polish Heroine

August 20, 2008

“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/%5D

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]

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)

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Sritir Shohor, Shomoy, Manush ebong Shada Gari

August 8, 2008

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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Going Back to NY for the Weekend (Aaj ‘Boss Ami’ Dibosh)

July 18, 2008

Goromer attokahini!!
Nizer chaglami pore nizer’e hashi pachche.
Ei hashir nam holo Atto-Mugdho-Bibroto-Chag-Hashi.

NY jachchi
NY jachchi
NY jachchi

Ekhon baje 3:23.
5:30 e rowana hobo and by 11, rui mach vaji ar Ammu ke shamne niye boshe thakbo. Amar gop gop khawa dekhe ammu birokto hoye bolbe, “tor gaal e koto mangsho dekhechish? kom kha”. Tarpor’e bolbe, “ar ek tukro mach ne baba, ar ek chamoch eta ne, ar ek chamoch ota ne.”
Aha! Jibon oti-oti-rikto modhur mone hochche :)

Gotokal dupur theke ek gaan mogoze dhuke boshe ache. ‘Tateen Shongeet’. Puropuri akdum bakdum type gaan. Tarporo gaan er duto line mathar vetor theke ber hochche na. Goto rat e ghumute gechi ei mohan shongeet jope jope. Birokti’te ga jole jachche, tobu shunchi. Ei biroktir nam, Kromo-Ahammo-Ragoto-Birokti :) Proti ta onubhutir alada alada nam thaka uchit. Eki shobdo diye shob chaliye deya thik nah :p

“Shob e to buzhlam, gyaan’er heno teno
Tateen tomar naam ta Tateen holo keno!”

Title: Tateen
Artist: Upal (Chandrabindu)
Album: U/A
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Title: D Minor
Artist: Upal (Chandrabindu)
Album: U/A
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Title: Aami Dibosh
Artist: Sona (Chandrabindu)
Album: U/A
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Dekhi Chondrobindu’r aro kichu gaan post korbo. Hasshokor chele-manushi dhoroner gaan. Shei bhalo. Ami tumi tumi ami.. ar koto!


Tomar Holo Shuru ..(Ami Ekhono Hoini Shara)

June 19, 2008

Guess what!!

Ami chacha hote jachchi. Ei tiny little fellow ta amar nephew. Az ektu age Bhabir kach theke 19 weeks er untrasound image ta pelam.

Chacha hobo chacha hobo jene ashchi besh kodin dhore. Kintu hut kore azke chobi ta dekhe kemon jeno lagche. Chotto ekta matha, gappush ektu pet, shamanno shorir, ei tukun ei tukun choto choto gholate gholate osposhto hat pa! Jolo-janto ekta notun jibon.

Mone koto odbhut chintai na ashche. Ei tukun manush ta ekdin prithibi te ashbe, ashe pasher shomosto kichu alokito kore bere uthbe, thop thop kore hata shikhbe, dourate shikhbe, vabte shikhbe, school e jabe, rag korbe, birokto kore marbe, chor khabe, khamchi dibe, fokla dat ber kore hashbe, hashabe, aro boro hobe, college e jabe.. tarpor kono ek din ei pichchi tai ar pichchi thakbe na, ekdom boro hoye jabe. Tar biyer onushthan e ami buro chacha tokhon bole bozhanor cheshta korbo ki vabe amar chokher shamne pichchi theke dekhte dekhte boro hoye gelo she. Keu amar kotha tokhon hoyto monojog diye shunbe o na, vabbe buror kichu ekta bolar dorkar tai bolche, azaira bhod bhod korish na buro! Tokhon shobkichu onek bodle jabe nishchoi, hoyto amra onekei thakbo na abar hoyto onek notun mukh jukto hobe dole, jader ostitter kotha amader kache ekhono ojanai roye ache. Manusher chinta vabnar prokria ta asholew bichitro, kono niom mene chole na. Ekta shishur jonmo hole manush chinta kore, bachcha ta ekdin boro hobe, hata hati korbe, dourabe, shobar kole kole ghure berabe. Ar ami vabchi she boro hoye ekdin biye korbe!

Hotath kore nizeke buro mone hochche. School’e thakte shob khela te 3 ta dol thakto. Choto dol ‘KO’, mazhari dol ‘KHO’ ar boro dol ‘GO’. Etodin mone hoy jiboner khela te ‘KO’ dol e khelechi. Hotath kore az mone hochche ‘KHO’ dol e dhuke porlam. ‘KO’ dol e notun khelowar ashche, tader jonno jayga kore dite hobe. Tarpor ekdin dhire dhire ‘GO’ dol e jete hobe. Shob sheshe ekdin tup kore khelar boyosh tai par hoye jabe, ei vubone khelar maya chere hoyto onno kono math’e jete hobe. Er theke khelowar na hoye, dorshok holei bhalo hoto ..ononto kal khela dekhei jetam, dekhei jetam. KO, KHO, GO, GHO, UMO, CHO ..ekdom CHONDRO-BINDU dol porjonto. Taw hoyto poshato na, ek shomoy birokto lege jeto. Tokhon dorshok gallary venge chure paliye jete hoto onno kothaw.

Shishu park e choto choto khelna gari chalanor jonno ticket counter er pashe dag deya ekta jayga chilo. Height shei daag theke beshi hoye gele, shei khelna gari te aar otha jeto na. Prothom jedin ami jante parlam ami boro hoye gechi, matro 1 inchir jonno ami ar shei gari te uthte parbo na.. ki afsos e na korechilam! Boro howa eto koster! Mone hochchilo ei prithibi te beche theke ar ki hobe, ei gari tai jodi chalate na parlam! Aj koto khelna gari par hoye eshechi, aro koto gari na jani par hote hobe.

Ki shob likhchi abol tabol. Otirikto vaab chole esheche :p

Ei shedin-o pichchi chilam. Amar kono ek dur-shomporker nani amake ador kore dakten ‘Shonar Bandor’ ar gaal tipten. Amar oshojjo rag’e ga jole jeto, nani ke golper boi theke uthe asha daini buri mone hoto. Shei shonar bandor ekhon petoler honuman e rupantorito hoyechi. Bandor boro hoye honuman hoy? Jani na. Shei nani beche nei. Tini hoyto ba bolte parten.

Bhaiya ar ami khelna gari niye kheltam, nana bari te gele amra duijon nanir uchu palonker niche dhuke boshe thaktam, charidike kapor diye gheraw kore. Ghor ghor khela. Khater nich ta hochche amader ghor. Khat er railing er upor balish diye tar upor boshe jake petam takei guli kore dhorashayi kortam. Shei pranhin kather railing’er tokta chailei hoye jeto ghora, kokhono ba motor-cycle, jokhon jeta ichche. Shishu der jogot tai onno rokom, anondomoy ebong barabari rokomer atto-kendrik. Ami ek paye lafiye lafiye ghora chalanor besh expert chilam, shathe thakto mukh diye ‘tokkosh’ ‘tokkosh’ kore shobdo. Amar mone hoto boro ra amar ei ghora chalanor protiva dekhe tara shobai na jani kotoi mugdho hochche!

Bhaiyar khelna telna shohoje vangto na, she choto bela thekei tar ashe pasher shob kichur jotno nito. Ami chilam bid’dhongshi shovaber. Amar khelna telna put put kore venge jeto. Tokhon bhaiyar pechone pechone ghure beratam. Ekbar amader dhanmondir bashay churi holo, chor churi kore jabar shomoy bhaiyar bishal garir bohor shathe kore niye gelo. Bhaiyar she ki kanna. Basha churi geche, ei dukhkhe Ammu kadche, khelna churi geche, ei dukhkhe kadche bhaiya. Ami mon-e fur fura anondo niye ghure berachchi. Mondo lagchilo na. Bhalo hoyeche bhaiyar khelna churi geche. Karon she tar room e dhuktei dito na, gari chowa to dure thak. Amar ekhono mone ache, shada ronger ekta ‘DIE-HARD’ na ki lekha gari chilo, jeep er moto, oi garir jonno je kono shomoy ami amar jibon diye dite prostut chilam.

Dupur bela amader dui bhai ke cod-liver oil makhiye rod e boshiye rakha hoto. Shei macher teler chilo voyaboho bisri gondho, ga ulte bomi ashto. Amra roder modhdhe dui bhai badorer moto lafa lafi kortam toilakto obosthay, khali gaye. Barandar dorja beye othar ek moha-koushol amar jana chilo. Ami tel chik chike gaye shei dorja beye beye uthtam ar namtam ebong pray protidin e ekta kore half pant chirtam.

Bhaiya cadet college e jabar por theke amader ek shathe gosol kora ta bondho hoye gelo. Bhaiyar moddhe boro boro vaab. Cadet college e pore, jodio school kintu namer shathe college lagano. Amar shathe gosol korte tar atto-shommane badhe. Amar she ki kanna!! “Ammu, bhaiya amar shathe gosol korbe na keno!!!!”

Shei bhaiya ar ko mash por baba hote choleche. Ekhoni tar khushi dhore na. Sharadin’e naki she hashe shudhu. Vabi kono karone zhari dilew hashe. Jei shishur jonno amader eto anondo, she o ek din boro hobe. Tar jibonew hashi anondo koster bepar thakbe. Tuchcho shob jinish niye she-o upset hobe. Ekdin shei tuchcho jinish katiye bere uthte shikhbe. Tar jibonew erokom ‘zhari khelew hashi ashe’ obostha hobe. Prarthrona kori, tar jibon jeno ‘zhari khelew hashi ashe’ moto muhurto diye poripurno thake, prithibir kono dukhkho jeno take sporsho korar shahosh korte na pare.

Hotath mone hochche, prithibi te eto kichu korar, ar shomoy eto olpo. Janio na koto kichu korar baki ar koto olpo shomoy-e ba baki!

Erokom e hoy, erokom e hobar kotha chilo :)

Jai hok, vatijar nam ekhono thik korte parchi na. Boroi chintito achi :)

Jader jader doa korte ichcha korbe, doa korben. Jader korte ichcha korbe na, taraw doa korben.. na hole pitiye height dui inchi bariye felbo :)

Artist: Anjan Dutta and Neel Dutta (Anjan’s Son)
Album: Ami O Godot
Title: Tomar Holo Shuru, Amar Holo Shara

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Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara
Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara
Tomay amay miley.. emni bohe dhara

Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara

Tomar joley bati, tomar ghore shathi
Amar tore rati, amar tore tara
Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara

Tomar ache danga, amar ache jol
Tomar boshe thaka, amar cholachol
Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara

Tomar hatey roy, amar hatey khoy
Tomar mone voy, amar voyo hara
Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara

Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara
Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara
Tomay amay miley.. emni bohe dhara


Ashbo Firey Tomar Khobor Nitey

June 1, 2008

Today, officially I am leaving New York. Even though I will try to be here on weekends, I wont consider myself as a New Yorker from today :(

Artist: Unknown
Music: Unknown
Album: Unknown
Title: Ashbo firey tomar khobor nite
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“Ashche shotabdi’te, ashbo firey tomar khobor nitey
Dekhbo tokhon kothay tomar mon
Ekush shotok korche porjoton
Onno juger prante pari ditey
Ashbo firey tomar khobor nitey”


“Ki Re Gadha! Bangla Lekha Pora Jay?”

May 25, 2008

বাংলা টাইপিং মনে আছে কিনা দেখছি।

Ha! Mone ache.

Dui din por por amar Bangla okkhor e lekhar shokh hoy. Ami khuje pete Avro Keyboard (bangla typing software) ta download kori, install kori.. khub utshaho niye 3/4 line likhi. Amar ekta email account theke onno email account e Banglay email kori. “Ki re gadha? Bangla lekha pora jay?” – ei type email. Shei email abar nizei open kori, pori, mugdho hoi ebong nizei gadha shaji. Tarpor shokh mitey jay, mon shanto hoy. :)

Song Title: Ar Kotokaal Bhashbo
Artist: Abu Bakar Siddiki
Original Artist: Abdul Alim
Album: Shotoborsher Bangla Gaan
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Song Title: Pothe Pothe
Arist: Agun
Original Artist: Kalim Sharafi
Album: Shotoborsher Bangla Gaan
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Shilajit – Kintu je sheta hotath tara hoye jabe, ke ta janto!

May 6, 2008

There is a new genre in Bangla music called ‘Jibonmukhi Gaan’. Jibonmukhi gaan means ‘songs about life’. Sumon Chattapaddhay first started this type of music by writing songs about everyday life and ordinary people. Eventually Nachiketa Ghosh, Anjan Dutta and many others have followed Sumon’s footsteps. Shilajit is one of those ‘many others’. He writes, composes and sings. Even though none of my friends like the type of music Shilajit does (‘atel’ type, in their opinion), I find them quite interesting. :p His wordings are uncommon and the sound effects he uses in his tracks are exceptional (like the ping-pong ball dropping sound in the song ‘Ja Pakhi’, reminds me of my college canteen where we used to play table tennis). Anyway, I am posting few of his songs, check by yourself.

[Added on May 9th: I have uploaded 5 albums of Shilajit (Fish Fish, Red and White, Lal Matir Shorone, X Prem and Best of Shilajit) for a friend of mine. If you want to download them, go here. Its a zip file. Total size 211 mb]

[1]
Artist: Shilajit
Song Title: Ja Pakhi
Album: X-Prem
[Download]
Lyrics:
[Telephone conversation]
Ki shohoj bhulte para, tai na?
Pajor e bidhche je alpin
Mon amar moshal, shorir joley
Purey jak prithibi, rat din

Je kothay kobita jonmato
She kothay shiray shiray bish
Ek ekta kothar choboley
Kobitar khata puriye dish

She dhoway jolche matha, chokh
Shadh hoy tokew jalai
Jalate giyew bachai agun
Chai na baze khorcha tai

Buker ei khachay joluk agun
Bhalobasha shorbonasha hay
Etodine buzhte pari vasha
Tor ebar notun basha chai

Ja, ja pakhi urte dilam tokey
Ja ja ja khuje ne onno kono basha
Khuje ne onno kono mon
Bhule ja bonno bhalobasha
Ja, ja pakhi urte dilam tokey

Ek ekta din, ek ekta rat
Firey gechi roj roj, bariyechi hat
Toke dhore rakhte cheye hay
Darun dupur, dhushor bikel
Shorboshanto shondhay

Ei Buke akash rekhechilam
Ei shorir oshanto jongol
Khola mon’e urte parli na
Ei moner tui ki pabi tol!

Ja, ja pakhi urte dilam tokey, ja
Ja ja ja khuje ne onno kono basha
Khuje ne grihostho jibon
Bhule ja bonno bhalobasha
Ja, ja pakhi urte dilam tokey, ja

Ei buke bondi ki jani na
Jani na ki shukh ache rakha
Shudhu vabi tokhon firey ele
Ei khacha pabi ki ar faka!

Jongli pakhir palok porey
Dhora pore ar peli na par
Asman bhule khujish khacha
Jongol bhule khujish dar

Ja, Ja pakhi urte dilam tokey, ja
Khuje ne onno kono basha
Shukhe thak shekol bedhe mone
Bhule ja bonno bhalobasha
Ja, ja pakhi urte dilam tokey.

[2]
Artist: Shilajit
Song Title: Jonaki
Album: X-Prem
[Download]
Lyrics:
Jonaki ta jolchilo miti miti shondher kacha adhare
Miti miti zhik mik, urchilo jeno thik ..jongli hirey
Ta uruk, zhore poruk ..purey moruk ei mon ta dekhe
Kintu je sheta hotath tara hoye jabe, ke ta janto!!

Poloke pakhna mele urey elo ruposhi tara
Jongla gacher virey, lukochuri khela shesh kore
Polok porey na shoja, takalo she heshe bhalobashe
Ta hashuk, bhalobashuk, kache ashuk she chayapoth beye
Kintu je she ta hotath tomar mukh hoye jabe, ke ta janto!!

Shopno meshano hashi, bhalobashi, bhalobeshe
Rat jaga fuler shubash, batash bhore abeshe
Ji jhi der gaan batashe symphony meshay
Fur furey hawa khali gaye chumu khay
Ta khak, mon nachak, madol bajak batash buk jurey
Kintu je she ta hotath jhor hoye jabe, ke ta janto!!

Duronto she tufan e duru duru tol toley mukh gelo kepe
Kisher taan-e ke jane keno she porlo eshe ei buker uthon e
Poruk she tip, jemon prodeep aguneri prem e porey jole
Rekhechi ador kore, firey giye porabo tomake
Rekhechi ador kore, she agun e poorabo amake
Rekhechi ador kore..

[3]
Artist: Shilajit
Song Title: Boshundhora
Album: Fish Fish
[Download]

[4]
Artist: Shilajit
Song Title: Fish Fish
Album: Fish Fish
[Download]

[5]
Artist: Shilajit
Song Title: Mombati
Album: Fish Fish
[Download]

[6]
Artist: Shilajit
Song Title: Ondor Mohol
Album: Fish Fish
[Download]

[7]
Artist: Shilajit
Song Title: Jibon Re
Album: Lal Matir Shorone
[Download]


Bangla Mixed Album: Jhalmuri 1, 2

January 15, 2008

1. Rakhbo Kake [Download]
Album: Jalmnuri 1 (Track 01)
Artist: Punam

2. Ekti Chele [Download]
Album: Jhamluri 1 (Track 07)
Artist: Sahana Bajpaie

3. Ghumiye Thakai Bhalo [Download]
Album: Jhalmuri 2 (Track 05)
Artist: Srabonti

4. Chad Dekhe Keo [Download]
Album: Jhalmuri 2 (Track 8)
Artist: Arnob

Download Full Album: Jhalmuri1and2.zip [67.7MB]


“Kade Akash, Kade Batash ..Kade Jochona”

December 31, 2007

This song is written and composed by my friend’s friend. All I know about him is his name, Rassel. Typical bangla prem bhalobasha shonkranto gaan. Tumi chole gele, amay ar amar baba me ke fele.. ei type gaan. Tarporo keno jani bhalo lage. Ki ekta shukkho hahakar ache gaan tar moddhe. Hahakar ta bhalo lage. :p [Download]


Mission ‘Tenualosa Ilisha’ Accomplished

December 28, 2007

heh! obosheshe.
Baburchi: Hasan Bhai
Kopal bhalo je bangali hoye jonmechilam! Na hole eishob halka patla shukher bepar gulo foshke jeto. :p
ilish
Artist: Anjan Dutta, Usha Uthup
Album: Bong Connection (Movie Soundtrack) [Download]


Sumon, Anila, Fuads new album ‘Ekhon Ami’

December 20, 2007

Sumon [Aurthohin] and Anila’s new album “Ekhon Ami” just came out. There are total 11 tracks in this album. 5 of them are Sumon’s old songs from previous albums. Overall not bad. Since I am crazy about Aurthohin’s music, it is nice to hear remake of their songs by a female voice. Fuad has done an tremendous job with the compositions. I am really liking the saxophone play in the songs. Right now I am not going to comment on the tracks since I haven’t listened to all of them. So far sounds good and I know, more I listen they would just keep getting better. :p

Ekhon Ami

I am attaching two of the songs.
Enjoy!

Track: [1] Gaibo Na
Artist: Anila
[Download]

Track: [2] Ekhon Ami
Artist: Sumon
[Best song of the album. Just ignore the word 'bitch' at 3:04 :p]
[Download]


Dim Shongeet

November 15, 2007

These are two songs [i don't know why the heck i am calling them songs] I composed almost a year ago. I don’t wanna call them parody songs, cause I wrote them while I was thinking about the love of my life: ‘dim’, to express my great affection towards it :p Yes! both of these songs [or, should I say skits!] are about eggs. Since childhood I have liked and adored eating eggs. :p I still remember me and my brother watching cartoons on tv and eating boiled eggs when we were kids. Though I don’t eat as much eggs as I used to, [too much cholesterol in egg yolks. I want to live 101 years :p] I still feel that great love deep down in my heart. :p

I didn’t sit down to write and sing them purposely. One time I downloaded a software that could remove the vocal from an audio track. So just to see how did it work, i recorded the first dim song removing the original vocal. The second one is just g1bBeRi$h. I was playing my guitar and was singing ‘ja ichha tai’. [i am not that good with guitar either].

Enough of the story. I know you will be thanking God for having a pause/stop button. :p

_ishti

Song 1: Download

Song 2: Download


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