Ghotona 1: Dupur bela dhomok shune ghum vanglo. Vari purushali golay ke jani dhomok dilo, “oth! sharey pach ta baze”, ami dhor for kore uthlam. Amar bichanar pasher ghori ta nosto hoyeche kodin age. So table er upor khuje tuje cell phone ber kore shomoy dekhlam 11:18 baze. Gayebi awaz amake boka baniye ghum theke tule fello :(
Ghotona 2: Azke ammur birthday. Tar jonno duita gift er bebostha kora hoyeche. Gift no 1, tar pc te sound kaz korto na vista theke xp te downgrade korar jonno, sheta thik kore diyechi. Ammu ekhon boshe boshe youtube e “akasher oi miti miti tara” shunche ar matha dulachhe. Gift no 2, bashar lomba ek bajarer list kitchen e pore ache. Jackson heights (indian grocery place in NY) theke chal, dal, mach, mangsho.. habi zabi bashar bazar kore anbo. :p
Ghotona 3: I ordered a phone from tmobile. Azke ashar kotha. :( Beta ra ekhono diye jachhe na.
Amar moto manusher jonno bhor 5 tay ghum venge jawa ta khub ekta shubidhar bepar na. Nizer kachei nizeke choto choto lage, lojja korte thake. Ar kodin dhore ghum vengei shobar prothom amar mathay jei chinta ta ashche, sheta holo “az ki rod uthbe/utheche?”. Hotath kore birat prokriti-premik hoye gechi. Rod bhalo lagche, bon bhalo lagche.. dui din por dekha jabe tia pakhi, misti kumra eishob o bhalo lagte shuru koreche. Bhor bela ghum theke uthe tia pakhi dekhte ichha korbe, jokhon tokhon shobuz ghashe pa choriye misti kumra, kochi lau eshob koley niye boshe thakte ichha korbe.
LOL ghum theke uthe prothom 15 min ami ekta ghoor er moddhe thaki. Ekhono mone hoy shei ghoor laga porbo cholche. Ki shob ulta palta likhchi!
Bhalo ek kaz jogar korechi; youtube e khuje khuje bangla natok dekha. Bolte gele ek nishashei ‘Kobi’ dekhe shesh kore fellam. 25 porber natok. Kono porboi 15 minutes er beshi na, tai 25 porbo dui din’e dekhe shesh kore fellam shune je rokom voyaboho mone hochhe, bepar ashole toto voyaboho na.
Kobi natoker golpo holo 3 kobi bondhu ke niye: Atahar, Sajjad ar Mozid. Tin jon e pagol dhoroner kobi, jotro totro kobita likhe beray. ‘Kobi’ boi ta porechilam onekdin age. Golper shathe natoker kototukun mil ache bolte parbo na.. karon golpo ta amar ar mone nei. Natoker ekta kobita shune shudhu mone holo, ei kobita ta age kothaw porechi. Atahar er bon Milir biye hoye geche nana rokom jhamelar por; baba mara gechen, ma coma te ocheton, agey ekbar biyer kotha hoye venge geche Milir. Ekhon Mili train e kore shoshur bari jachhe tar niriho nadush nudush bhalo-manush dhoroner shami ke niye, tokhon Atahar tar choto bhai ke diye boner kache kobita ta pathay. Kobita ta shune ami pray mugdho :p
“Shon Mili, Dukkho tar bish-makha tir’e toke bidhe barong bar
Tobu o nishchit jani, ekdin hobe tor shonar shongar
Uthon e porbe eshe, ek fali rod; tar pashe shishu guti koy
Tahader dhulo makha hat e, dhora debe prithibir shokol bisshoy!”
Ami ekdom e kobita tobita type na. Kobita tobita bhalo laga to dure thak, shojjoi hoy na. Neka neka lage. Kobita buzhi o na khub ekta. Amar kache ekhono bhalo kobita mane, “bash baganer mathar upor chad utheche oi, ma go amar sholok bola kajla didi koi?”. Amar onek bondhu bandhob achen, jara kobitar vetorer lukiye thaka shondorjo kolpona kore nite paren, ber kore ante paren. Ami pari na. Amar hashi ashe kobitar vab mara kotha shunle. Tarporo ei Milir kobita ta bhalo lege gelo.
Shishu boyoshe (ashole toto shishu na. class 9/10 e thakar shomoyer kotha) erokom ek kobita bhalo legechilo. Kobi Al-Mahmud’er. Shei kobitar matha mundu o buzhtam na. Tobu o bhalo legechilo keno jani na. Ami shei kobita mukhosto o korechilam.. “Ridoyer ek dik e gol hoye ache bedona.. oshudher shaddho nei, prokriti pare na dite ar ..aharer ruchi, ghum, shopner mazhe hete jawa”. LOL Khub e vaber kobita. Ki buzhe mukhosto korechilam ke jane. Shei boyoshe amar aharer ruchi motew kharap chilo na. 2 plate tehari ekai shabar kore felte partam.
Jai hok, beshir vag shomoyi manusher bhalo laga, kharap lagar kono karon lage na. Onek jinish emni emni bhalo lege jay, onek bhalo lagar moto jinish karon charai oshojjo lage. Tobe ei kobita bhalo lagar ekta karon vebe ber korechi, train station e bidayer drissho. Ami choto theke boro hoyechi train er zhukur zhukur shobdo shune shune ar porichito manush der ke station e biday diye diye. Pray e Dhaka theke Sylhet jawa hoto. Jawar shomoy ek kosto, ashar shomoy ar ek kosto. Dhaka theke rowana hobar shomoy, Abbu ke station e eka fele jawar kosto. Onno dike ferot ashar shomoy Mama Chacha der ke station e fele ashar kosto. Abar keu Dhakay berate ashle, take train e tule debar shomoyo mone hoto “shobai chole jay keno, puro nana bari ta Dhakay chole ashlei to pare”. Onekdin por natoker shubade shei chelebelar sriti ta mone pore gelo, onekdin por train er zhukkur zhukkur shobdo taw shunlam. Prithibir ar kono desher train erokom momota-makhano shobdo korte pare bole mone hoy na, shudhu bangladesher lokkor zhokkor gorib train gulai pare. Tobey, jara choto belay train-e chepe ghure beran ni, tara ei momotar bepar ta buzhte parben na. Ar amra jara parchi, tara nishhondehe vaggoban :)
Gnarls Barley is one crazy music group well-known for their crazy lyrics and insane videos. In fact the song ‘Crazy’, a Marvin Gaye remix, is their most hit song. The band consists of rapper/singer Cee Lo and producer Danger Mouse (DJ from New York). Even though they are known as a hip-hop band, they don’t follow any certain genre. Their music are mostly a mix of r&b, pop, hip hop and electronic. Their first album ‘St. Elsewhere’ came out in 2006 and now they are working on their next album ‘Atlantis’; expected to come out sometime this year. First time I listened to ‘Crazy’, I thought it was just little above OK. I knew it had topped #1 in UK and #4 in US charts, and was quite surprised. Then I heard ‘Who cares’. I still remember the first time I listened to this song; I was driving outbound on Brooklyn bridge, got stuck in the stupid NYC traffic, my ipod was on shuffle mode, suddenly this song came on and I was just stunned by the richness of the music and thoughtful lyric. Now it’s your turn.
Enjoy!
Gnarls Barkley :: Who Cares
Basically I’m complicated
I have a hard time taking the easy way
I wouldn’t call it schizophrenia
But I’ll be at least 2 people today
If that’s okay
And I can go on and on and on… but who cares?
It’s deep how you can be so shallow
And I’m afraid cause I have no fear
And I didn’t believe in magic
Until I watched you disappear
I wish you where here
And I can go on and on and on… but who cares?
You see, everybody is somebody
But nobody wants to be themselves
and If I ever wanted to understand me
I’ll have to talk to someone else
Cause every little bit helps
And I can go on and on and on… but who cares?
Feels like… the surreal life
But it’s still nice
Wish I could live twice
but I still might
if these bones heal right
I see a little light
though it’s still night
And I can go on and on and on… but who cares?
And I can go on and on and on… but who cares?
Posted by ishti 
ishti DOT com 