“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.”
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)
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!
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.
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 :(
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