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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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