Bisri ekta shopno dekhe aj ghum vanglo. Bisri holew shopno ta khub’e shabhabik ar bastob mone hochchilo. Tobe shob shopnoi amar kache shabhabik ar bastob mone hoy. Jei shopne ami ar Hussain Muhammad Ershad shagorer mazhe ekta dip er moto cement er slab er upor pashapashi boshe golpo korchilam, shetaw besh shabhabik’e chilo :p
Koi jeno shunechi shopne nizer mrittu dekhle naki ayu bare. Khub bhorbela ghum theke uthe bichana te mejaj kharap kore kichukkhon boshe thakar binimoye jodi khanik’ta ayu berei jay, mondo ki!
Jai hok, hasshokor ebong dukkhojonok shopner bornona te asha jak. Shopner location jani na. Ekta lohar moto pataton er upor veja kore bali fele rakha. Mone hochche khub purono kono morche pora jahaj er upor keu bali fele rekheche khub obohelay. Tar upor shoto shoto manush. Keu hatche, keu dourachche.. but shobai eki dike jachche. Ki jeno hoyeche. Kichu ekta hoi choi bepar. Veja balur vetorei dag deya ache, kintu eto manusher payer chapey shei dag geche nosto hoye. Kichu bozha jachche na, tarporo onek manush ubu hoye shei dag khuje berachche. Amio shei hata hatir dol’e achi. Khub ekta utshaho pachchi na jodio. Hele dule balir upor diye aste aste gorate gorate hete jachchi. Jete hobe bolei jawa. Ekta suit tie pora lok ke dekhlam tar shoman boro ekta lohar tukro thele thele niye jachche ulto dikey. Amar dan pashe shagor ba nodi ba kichu ekta. Hotath dekhi duto manush balur upor morar moto pore ache, onno ra tader hush feranor cheshta korche. Onnora je khub ekta care korche, taw na. Vab khana erokom morle mara jak beta ra, kar ki! Ami kache giye dekhi du’joner ekzon amar khub close ekta friend. Ami take tene uthate gelam, she nije thekei uthe daralo. Uthe jeno amake chintei parche na. Pashe ekta bati te moyla nongra pani rakha. She shekhan theke moyla pani khawa shuru korlo. Ami take koyekbar dhakkalam pashe giye, tobu she amake chinte parlo na. Dhakka diye amar hat shoriye dey ar chuk chuk kore pani khay.
Ki ar kora!
Ami abar hata dhorlam. Ektu por giye dekhi shobai shamanno ektu jaygar modhdhe joro hoyeche. Ki jeno ek birat kando ghoteche. Ke naki kake dhakka diye pani te fele diyeche rag kore. Keu kono kotha bolche na, fish fash korche shobai, chapa ekta uttejona. Ami matobbori kore mukh foshke bole boshlam.. “ete eto dhong korar ki ache, amra bangali jaati, etai to amra kori, amra jene shune eke oporke dhakka mere pani te fele dei.. tarpor sheta niye lok dekhano maya kanna kori”. Eta bolei ami buzhte parlam, shobai amar upor khub khepe geche. Bangali jatir vab-murtir upor eto boro aghat hanar jonno shobai amar dike besh gorom gorom chokh kore takachchilo. Ami chup mere gelam. Ami just kothar kotha hishabe bolechi, thattha kore.
Ki ar kora!
Ami abar hata dhorlam. Ektu por giye abbu ammur shathe dekha. Tader besh mon kharap. Amader modhdhe kono ekzon ke azkei naki eka kothaw chole jete hobe. Abbu khub e birokto. Abbu dhorei niyeche, takei jete hobe. Tar kotha hochche azke keno! Office e koto kaz pore ache. Kalke kaz gulo shesh kore tarpor gele ki hoy!
Amra hete hete ekta pukurer pashe eshe hajir holam. Dekhi bhaiya o koi theke udoy hoyeche. Pukur vorti shudhu manush ar manush. Shobai ordhek pani te dariye ache. Dekhe keno jani obak lagchilo na, mone hochcilo eto manush pukur e komor pani te dariye thakbe etai to shavabik, dariye na thaklei borong o’shabhabik mone hoto. Pash diye ekta rasta geche, shei rasta te kichu gari khub tara huro kore prochondo goti’te jachche. Ekta garir gaye ar ekta garir bari lagche, spark hochche, kintu keu care korche na.. shobai jeno jibon bachanor jonno dourachche.
Tarpor ki ki jeno holo, mone nei. Ek porjay’e pukur theke duto young chele uthe ashlo, du’jon e sweatpant pora, vodro chehara. Amra charjon kotha bolei jachchi. Hotath dekhi shei du’joner ekjon amar pechone eshe daralo, tar gaye jacket, jacket er pocket theke ekta revolver er matha ber hoye ache. Ami takatei she bollo, ‘bhai, kach theke korbo, beshi kosto hobe na’, eta shunei ami zhot kore matha ghuriye fellam.. shathe shathe gulir bikot ekta shobdo holo. Ami pukurer dike mukh kore achi, chele ta amar pechone. Ammu chitkar korche, “amar chele ke guli koreche! amar chele ke guli koreche!” Ami kono rokom betha pachchilam na, mathar pechone hat dilam, na matha veja na, tar mane rokto tokto ber hoyni, kono gorto torto bozha jachche na. Tar mane nishchoi guli kore ni, beta fazlami kore amake voy dekhiyeche, hoyto purono kono bondhu tondhu hobe. Ami ghure chele tar dike takalam. She thik amar bam chokhe ditio guli ta korlo. Bam chokh ta amar jole uthlo. Mone holo amar mathar vetor diye lal ekta tunnel boye gelo. Ami tup kore pani te porlam chit hoye. Tokhono buzhte parchilam na ami mara jachchi kina, mone hochchilo hoyto amar chokhe color gun diye rong tong chure mere fazlami koreche. Buzhte parlam, jokhon dekhlam ami hat pa narate parchi na. Emni te shamanno pani te dub dilei ami hapush hupush korte thaki. Ar ekhon pani te pore toliye jachchi othocho ekta angul o narate parchi na, nizeke pani theke tule anar kono cheshtai korte parchi na, jodio ichcha hochche. Oshojjo kosto lagchilo, mone hochchilo ami amar shomosto prithibi, amar shob theke kacher tin ta manush ke rekhe panir shathe goley mishe jachchi. Tara nishchoi chitkar checha-mechi kanna-kati korche shudhu shudhu, naki tader kew mere felbe chele’ta? Amakei ba marlo keno? Ami Bangali niye halka ekta comment korechi, ei karone?
Ami pani te toliye jachchi, ar vabchi.. aha re! morei gelam! evabei shob shesh holo! ek muhurto agew buzhte parlam na! Koto chinta korechi ei mrittu niye, na jani ki hoy! Othocho ki shohoj bepar. Sharirik kono kostoi nei, puro kosto tai nizer ostitto shesh hoye jabar kosto ar shobai ke fele chole jawar kosto. Agey vabtam, mrittur por ki asholew aro ekta jibon thake! Naki movier moto hoy, just manush more jabar por tar nizer kache she eki manush theke jay, shudhu tar shorir ta chere she uthe chole jay ar ek jogote! Ei jogoter manush takey hoyto ar dekhe na, kintu tar amitto te thekei jay. Ami buk bhora hahakar niye pani te toliye jete jete buzhte parchilam, eshob kichui hoy na mrittur por. Shudhu dop kore prithibi ta ondhokar hote hote ek shomoy nive jay, ‘ami’ bole ar kichu thake na tarpor.
Thik tokhoni moncher porda uthe jabar moto kore ghum vanglo. Morini dekhe ektu veba-cheka kheye gelam prothome. Proti ta manusher mrittur por jodi tai hoy? She chokh mele takiye dekhe, she onno ar ek jogote geche, ghum vengeche, tar ager jogot ta shopno chilo. Ditio jogote ghum venge shob kichu notun kore kolpona kore ney prothom theke. Duto jogot’e shopno, duto jogot’e bastob. Ditio jogot’e mrittur por aro ekta jogot. Baksher vetore baksher moto, jogoter vetore jogot shudhu. Shopno ar bastober makha makhir jogot ononto kal choltei thakto.
Mondo hoto na.
Artist: Alanis Morissette
Album: Ironic
Title: Ironic
An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It’s a black fly in your Chardonnay
It’s a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn’t it ironic… don’t you think
It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought… it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
“Well isn’t this nice…”
And isn’t it ironic… don’t you think
It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought… it figures
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything’s okay and everything’s going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything’s gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face
A traffic jam when you’re already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It’s meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn’t it ironic…don’t you think
A little too ironic…and, yeah, I really do think…
It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought… it figures
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
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are you feeling lonely?
Hmm…I tend to provide very good explanation with dreams to people :P ….but I think you are intellegent enough to find the meanings…just a small explanation of your dream from my side would be….living away from family sometimes makes you feel you have lost them….you may be feeling like loosing a friend whom you saw in dream (who couldnt recognize you)…..but again these are all very simple explanations…I am sure you know…sometimes there lies horrible complex explanation behind the simplest dream we see….
anyway….whatever it is…dream is dream…and you are not dead (yet!)…so be happy :)
there is a hadith that you are not meant to share your dreams with anyone….
you wake up and spit on your left side and something or you can pray nafl namaz..
hadith’e ki kono bekhkha ache why left side?? why not right :P i think we should do it right side n see the result …that can be an interesting reseacrh!!! aha…scientest der shob explanation/experiment 9abt dream) faltu hoye gelo hadither eklta banir upo :(
interesting !