Eid ebong O-Eid Mubarak

September 30, 2008

Blog lekhok ra gobhir joler macher moto. Tara jokhon tokhon pani te veshe uthen, kodin khub utshaho niye blog tlog lekhen.. tarpor fush-fush vorti oxygen joma kore abar kichudin’er jonno dub den. Bohudin por hotath ekdin kheyal hoy, ‘arey amar na ekta blog ache! Kichu to likha dorkar’. Abar shuru hoy moha-utshaho niye lekha lekhi. Tarpor abar dirgho dub.

Amar obostha-o shei shob pani-te-khabi-khete-thaka-motsho shovaber blog lekhok der moto. Ek mash kono khobor thake na. Tarpor kono ekdin hut kore ekta post, tarporer 3/4 din sharakkhon hat pa chul-bul korte thake, aro kichu ekta likhi.. aro kichu ekta likhi.

Shei jonnoi bodh-hoy ajke likhte bosha.

Kal eid hobar kotha chilo. Kintu hochche na. Abar karo karo jonno hochche. Beyara chad thik moto dekha dey ni, taw ekdol jor kore kolponay chad dekhe felechen.. onno dol punno-bhumi Saudi Arab er upor chad dekhar mohan dayitto chere diyechen.. aar amra jara haba-goba srenir tara porechi bipode, amader shudhu ektai afsos.. eid ta weekend’e porlo na keno!

Ha, ekhane eid hoy choriye chitiye, bivinno din’e. 2/3 din miliye eid. Ek ek dol tader bibek budhdhi moto eid palon koren ek ek diney. Tobe amar mone hoy ei bepar tar ekta shubidha o ache. Bishesh kore olosh dhoroner manush’der jonno. Eid er din shokale ghum theke uthte ichcha korche na? Besh to.. shuye thakun. Kal to abar eid hobe, abar namaj hobe.. tokhon namaj pore nilei hobe kono ekta mosjid’e giye.

Desh chere eshe eid eid bole eto adikhkheta dekhanor kono maney nei. Ekhankar eid ar o-eid dibosh shob’e shoman. Parthokko hochche, eid’er din chipa kanchi theke onek diner ager kuchke jawa panjabi ber kore hashi hashi mukhe istri kora ebong sheta porte pere nizeke shouvaggoban mone kora. Ei chara eid’er diner alada kono boishishtho amar chokhe dhora dey na. Shobar obostha amar moto na o hotey pare. Onekei hoyto khub dhak-dhol pitiye eid palon koren desher baire.

Ei deshe amar prothom eid’er namajer kotha mone porche. Ashole namaj porar kotha mone porche na, namaj theke ber hobar kotha mone porche. Ami tokhon Tennessee’te. Amar shohore muslim kom. Choto ekta kather ghor’e jummar namaj hoy. Emon na je ami birat dharmik, tobu porichito manusher mukh dekhte shei mosjid’e hajira dei majhe majhe. Taw 8/10 jon’er beshi manush hoy na. Ei vabe to ar eid’er namaj pora jay na. Shutorang ami shidhdhanto nilam.. amake boro-shoro mosjid khuje ber korte hobe. Khuje pawa gelo. Shei mosjid amar basha theke 1 ghontar poth. Ami eid er anonde bibhor hotey shei dirgho poth pari debo mono-sthir korlam (tokhon notun eshechi, ek ghonta drive koratai Teknaf theke Tetulia jawar moto mone hoto).

Eid er din chole ashlo. Mosjid’e uposthit hoye ami to obak. Kothay amar shopner shei gombujwala shu-bishal upashonaloy! Ekta 5 star hotel er conference room matro! Muslim community theke chada tule sheta eid’er namajer jonno vara kora hoyeche. Shekhane beshir-vag hochche arabian manush. Er modhdhe mazhe mazhe jirno chehara ekzon duijon bangali, indian, pakistani.. panjabi pajama fuliye fapiye raj-hash er moto ghure berachchen. Bepar mondo na. Ekta eid eid vaab ache botey.

Namajer oto bistarito biboron amar mone nei, shudhu mone ache.. namaj shesh hobar por shuru holo kola-kulir pala. Amar mon’ta ektu kharap’e holo. Ei prothom erokom eka eid korchi dur-deshe, sheta niye kosto nei.. kintu ammur shathe kola-kuli korte parbo na, ei kosto ta besh kostodayok mone hochchilo. Eid er din namaj theke bashay eshei ammur shathe kula-kuli, etar ekta onno anondo chilo. Ar ekhon kina ek gada oporichito mukher shomudre vashchi!

Jai hok, ashe pashe puro dom’e kola-kuli cholche. Bishal-dehi ek ekzon arabian ekzon ar ekzon ke zhapte dhorche ‘wahaba’ ‘kah-fala’ jatio shobdo korte korte. Eid’er din shobai shoman.. ei jatio shikkha amader ke prochur deya hoye thaklew, deshe thakte amra thik’e namajer por shudhu porichito manusher shathei kula-kuli kortam. Eid er din barir porichito darowan’er shathe manush kula-kuli thik e korto hoyto, kintu rikshay uthar age oporichito rikshawalar shathe keu kula-kuli korto bole mone pore na. Ekhane dekhi bepar she-rokom na. Je jake pachche zhapte dhorche. Khub’e monohora drishsho.

Kintu voyaboho bepar ta ghotche thik tar por por. Zhapte dhore kula-kuli shesh kore.. chokash kore gaal’e ekta chumu!!! Dekhei to amar koliza kepe gelo. Ei ki kando!! Chumu khachche keno!! Buzhe uthte na uthte already amar 3/4 ta chumu khawa hoye geche. Ya mota mota mochwala lok ra dhore dhore gaal’e chokash chokash kore chumu boshachche, ar tader bahu-bondi hoye ami atke pora african magur macher moto mochrachchi, voyaboho drishsho. Shathe onno ekta voy jukto holo.. ei vabe mochra-muchri te chumu jodi miss-fire hoye amar gaal ‘e na pore thot’e eshe land kore!! Tahole ar beizzotir kichu baki thakbe na. Amar kula-kuli korar shokh mitey gelo. Ami vhir thele eke-beke matha nichu kore dorjar dike chutlam shari shari prosharito bahu ke upekkha kore, chokhe mukhe emon ekta vaab jeno amar bashay agun legeche.. amake ekhuni balti hatey chute jete hobe pani niye, ar dorjar thik o-pashe rakha ache shei kangkhito balti ta.

Shukher bishoy holo, shesh porjonto beche firey ashte perechilam jibon ebong shomvrom niye. (Oh, aro ekta karone ei eid ta amar mone thakbe.. ami prothom amar nizer zakat nize diyechilam namajer agey. Nizeke onek boro boro lagchilo.)

Middle-easterner der ei shob kichu gaye pora bara-bari bepar ache. Amar shathe ekta chele porto, nam Omar. Palestine theke esheche. Tar shathe shamna shamni dariye kotha bola ta ekta jontrona. She kromagoto shamner dikey zhukte thake. Ekta kore shobdo bole ar shamne agay, ekdom gayer upor eshe porbe erokom vaab. She joto agay, ami toto pichai. Tar shathe kotha bola shuru hoy ek jaygay, ulta hete hete kotha bola shesh hoy ar ek jaygay giye. Ami to dhorei nilam Omar er ‘alur dosh’ ache, amar nadush nudhush bhola-bhala chehara takey mugdho koreche. Doya kore ‘alur dosh’ ki amake jiggesh korben na. Niz’e budhdhi khatiye buzhe nen. Pore dekhi alur dosh shudhu Omar’er ekar na, jati-goto vabei era alur dosh-grostho. Proti ta middle-eastern chele ei vabei kotha bole. Alur dosh tosh na. Tara kotha bolar shomoy antorikota prokash korar jonno shamne egiye ashe, ashte thake .. ebong ashtei thake..

Nah ar kichu likhar pachchi na. Dub debar shomoy hoye geche.

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Bangla Boi: Mr. 420

September 29, 2008

“Shopno noy, shanti noy, bhalobasha noy
Ridoyer mazhe ek bodh jonmo loy
Ami tare pari na erate
She amar hatey hat rakhe
Prarthonar shokol shomoy
Shunno mone hoy, shunno mone hoy ..!!”

Az onekdin por khub agroho niye boshe ekta bangla boi pore shesh korlam. 112 patar holud molater ei boi’er nam ‘Mr. 420’. Lekhok Shumonto Aslam amar kache ekdom’e notun, amar pora etai tar prothom boi. Boi’er molate tar aro 4/5 ta boi er nam dekhe buzhte parlam, ekdom ankora notun lekhok non.

Nam shunei bozha jachche boi er kahini khub serious dhoroner kichu hobe na. Asholew tai. Ebong boi er shuru-tei lekhok sheta okopotey shikar korechen. Kono gyan’er kotha na, kono updesh bani noy, kono gupto rajnoitik shikhkha noy – shudhui nirmol anonder jonno ekta boi. Boi er kahini khub’e shada-mata. Char juboker golpo. Kendrio choritro Ornok, shathe ache shomoboyoshi Robi, Pollob, ar royechen kichu ta murobbi dhoroner dolopoti gocher serious manush Kislu Bhai. Mustafa Faruqir natok 420’er ekta choritrer nam o chilo Kislu. Kislu je karo nam hote pare etai amar dharona’te chilo na. Ar ekhon dekhchi je-khanei 420 shongkha ta jorito shekhanei Kislu namer karo na karo obosthan thakche.

To ei char juboker bari-vara ebong kazer buar vaggo khub ekta shubidhar na. Nana rokom birombonar modhdho diye tader jete hoy protiniyoto. Ornok er ga jalano kotha’ke pash katiye.. onek kayda-kanuner por bolte gele bariwalader hat-pa dhora dhori kore Kislu bhai ekta kore basha jogar koren ebong kodin por shei basha tader chere dite hoy udhvot shob zhamelay joriye. Evabe basha bodle bodle tara ebar hazir hoyeche tader bortoman bariwalar sharey choy-tala dalaner chad’er ekta half flat’e. Bariwalar du’chokher bish bachelor chelera. Pan theke chun khoshlei bipod. Bariwalar tin konna ebong vodroloker ektai shorto, tar kono konnar dike chokh tuley takano jabe na.

Ornok university te pora chele. Tar mon sharakkhon’e prem korar jonno aku-paku kore berachche. Bari haranor voye bohu koste she nizeke shoriye rekheche bariwalar tin konnar akorshon theke. Tobe protibeshi flat er meyeder shathe ektu-adhtu prem hote to apotti nei.

Temoni ek protibeshi, Khayrul bhai. Vodroloker 9/10 bochorer dui chele-meye, shutorang take uncle dakar proshnoi ashe na. Khayrul bhai deke deke din besh bhaloi jachchilo Ornok’er, hotath jana gelo, Khayrul bhai er aro ek meye ache, Ruhina, medical college e porey, chuti’te bari esheche. Ornok er mathay akash venge porlo. Aar to bhai daka jay na. She pordin thekei shobai’ke obak kore Khayrul Uncle daka shuru korlo.

Edikey mess’e nana rokom bipotti legei ache. Ei bua chole jachche to ei karo chakri chole jachche. Bua thakche, chakri thakche.. to bathroom’e pani thakche na. Eshober shathe shathe Kislu bhai’er hashshokor kaz karbar to achei. Tini kokhono bhul kore toothpaste diye dari shave korchen abar kokhono shaving cream diye dat brush kore ‘ouu’ ‘ouu’ shobdo kore chechachchen.

Hobu daktarni Ruhina’r preme Ornok er jibon jay jay.. shob’e shunno mone hoy, shunno mone hoy. Bohu shadhdho shadhona kore she Khayrul bhai-uncle’er bashar shobar mon joy kore fellew kono motei Ruhinar mon’er ashe pashew gheshte parche na. Edike abar bariwalar tin konnar ditio konna Ornok’er preme him-shim pagolini obostha.

Ornok vebe kul kinara pay na ki korbe! Pir’er kach theke tabij ene Ruhina ke bosh korbe, naki ditio konnar forhsa gol-gal mukh-khani dekhe Ruhinar kotha bhule jabe! Vebe vebe Ornok shudhu udash theke udash-toro hoy.. kono shomadhan aar meley na.

Oshadharon ekta boi bolbo na. Tobe oboshshoi upovog korar moto ekta boi. Ami besh ko’bar cheshta korew chokh’e mukh’e gombhir vaab dhore rakhte pari ni, fik kore heshe diyechi. Ornok’er ga jalano kotha barta shunle fashir ashamir-o hashi ashte badhdho.

Lekhok tar kotha rekhechen. Kono rokom jotilotar ashe pashe na giye nirmol anondo diyechen.

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