Speeches won’t be made today, clocks will carry on
flowers won’t be left in parks, work will still be done
people won’t be dressed in black, babies will be born
no flags will fly, the sun will rise,
only we’ll know that you are gone.
You who loved to love and believed we can never give enough.
It wakes me every single night, thinking through the day
did you stop at any time – have doubts at any stage
and were you calm or were you numb or happy just to get it done
I’ve lived my life without regret until today.
You who love to love and believed we can never give enough.
I didn’t get to say goodbye, the day before the day
was trying to get to work on time, that’s why I turned away
and missed the most important thing, you ever tried to say
I’ve lived my life without regret until today…
And you who love to love and believed we can never give enough
and you who hoped that underneath, we all felt the same
that was until the day before the day
the day before the day
the day before the day
ooh, the day before the day
the day before the day
ooh, the day before the day
ooh, the day before the day
ooh, the day before the day
Artist: Dido Album: Safe Trip Home Track: The Day Before The Day
কদিন আগে আমি বাংলা নাটকের বিরাট পোকা হয়ে গিয়েছিলাম। অনলাইন-এ বাংলা নাটকের অভাব নেই, দেখে শেষ করা যায়না এইরকম অবস্থা। গত ক’বছর হল বাংলা নাটক সেই পুরাতন আদল ভেঙ্গে একটু একটু করে বেরিয়ে অসতে পারছে। এখন নাটক মানেই পুতু পুতু জ্ঞানের কথা আর তরুণ-তরুণীর ভালবাসা এবং দেশপ্রেম বিষয়ক প্রত্যক্ষ বা পরোক্ষ উপদেশ-বানী না। এখন বাংলা নাটক অনেক সাবলীল, অনেক স্বাভাবিক এবং অনেক বাস্তবমুখী। কদিন আগে একটা বাংলা নাটকে ‘বাল’ শব্দটার বিশেষ ব্যাবহার দেখলাম। অবশ্যই গর্বিত হবার মত কোন বিষয় না। আমরা চাইনা আমাদের নাটকে অশালীন শব্দের ব্যাবহার থাকুক। কিন্তু ভালো লাগল এই পরিবর্তন দেখে। এখনকার নাটকে সাধারণ জীবনের প্রতিফলন থাকছে। আমি কোনদিন কোন মাস্তান-গুণ্ডাকে বলতে শুনিনি, “এই! তুই আমার দিকে চোখ তুলে তাকিয়েছিস কেন রে শয়তান! আমি কিন্তু এখন তোর চোখ তুলে ফেলব, দুষ্টু” – বরং বলতে শুনেছি, “ওই বাল! তুই আমার দিকে তাকাইয়া কি দেখস? চেহারা মাপতাছছ? চউখ গাইলা দিমু হাউয়ার পোলা, চিনস আমারে” – এখন নাটক মানেই, “আমি এসেছি, তুমি এসেছিলে? তোমাকে ছাড়া আমি বাঁচবোনা, বুঝতে পেরেছ?”- না। এখন নাটক মানে, “আমি আসছি, তুমি কই? গেলে যাওগা, কতো জিনিসআইলো-গেলো, এত ভাবার টাইম নাই মামা”।
আমি জানি আমি হয়ত একটু বাড়িয়ে বলছি, কিন্তু আসলেও ইদানীং নাটক দেখে অনেক মজা পাই। ‘হাউস-ফুল’ একটা নাটক, সেটার সাথে-তো আমি একদম গেঁথে আছি গত কদিন ধরে। ছেলে লেখাপড়া করছে না, মা এসে কান ধরে গদাম করে এক চড় বসালেন, দেখেই ভালো লাগায় মনটা ভরে যায় আমার, কারণ এই চড়টা আমিও খেয়েছি, মায়ের এই রণমুর্তী আমাকেও দেখতে হয়েছে। আমি বলছি না লেখাপড়া না করলে শিশুদের চড়-থাপ্পড় মারা উচিত, তবে শিশুদের চড় দেয়ার প্রচলন থাকলে নাটকেও সেটা দেখানোর সাহস থাকা উচিত। আমরা যেই ভাবে কথা বলি, এখনকার অনেক নাটক সেইভাবে কথা বলে। আমাদের ভাল লাগে। নাটক কেন সব সময় শুদ্ধ, পরিমেয়, উন্নত-রুচির হতে হবে, যেখানে আমাদের আশেপাশে তথাকথিত সেইসব উন্নত রুচির মানুষ মাত্র হাতে গোনা ক’জন এবং যারা জ্ঞানের কচকচানি ছাড়া আমাদের বিশেষ আর কিবা দিতে পেরেছেন! অর্থহীন কিছু, “এটা করো না, ওটা করো না, এটা সুস্থ, ওটা অসুস্থ, তোমরা বুঝ না, আমরা বুঝি, তোমরা জান না, আমরা জানি” এই মায়াজালে আটকে রাখতে চেয়েছেন আমাদের সারা-বেলা। সবাই অসভ্য হয়ে যাক এটা আমাদের কাম্য না, তবে সবাই স্বাভাবিক হউক, এটা আমরা অবশ্যই চাইতে পারি।
সব থেকে বিরক্ত লাগে গ্রামের নাটক দেখতে। গ্রামের নাটক মানেই একদল সহজ-সরল মানুষ, যারা খুব গুছিয়ে কোন একটা বিশেষ আঞ্চলিক ভাষায় টেনে টেনে বিরাট বিরাট সব ভাবের কথা বলেন। একজন থাকেন চেয়ারম্যান সাব, যিনি একাই দুষ্টের শিরোমণি লঙ্কার রাজা সেজে সবাইকে যন্ত্রণা করেন, উনার সাথে আবার সবসময় একটাই চামচা থাকে! একি ঘটনা, একি ব্যাপার, সেই ঘুরেফিরে। সেই দিনতো এখন আর নেই, এখন গ্রামের মানুষ মোবাইল ফোন দিয়ে কথা বলে দিন-রাত, অনলাইনে বসে বসে হয়তো এই ব্লগ-ও পড়ছে, কে জানে! গ্রামের মানুষ এখন শার্ট প্যান্ট পরে বাজারে যায়। একটা গ্রামে এখন শুধু একজনই শিক্ষিত ছেলে থাকে না, আরও অনেক বেশী থাকে। সবকিছু বদলাচ্ছে, আমাদের নাটক কেন বদলাবে না? অবশ্যই গ্রাম নিয়ে চমৎকার কিছু নাটক হয় মাঝে মাঝে, কিন্তু তার সংখ্যা খুবই কম আর না হয় সেসব আমার রাডারে ধরা পড়ে না। অনেকদিন আগে একটা নাটকে দেখেছিলাম গ্রামের একজন দরিদ্র স্কুল শিক্ষককে নিয়ে, যার আদতে কোন স্কুলই ছিল না। তিনি গাছের নিচে ছাত্র পড়াতেন আর স্বপ্ন দেখতেন তিনি একদিন একটা স্কুল গড়বেন। তার সেই স্বপ্ন কোনদিনও পূরণ হয়নি। স্কুল হয়েছিলো ঠিকই, কিন্তু তার শিক্ষাগত যোগ্যতার অভাব থাকার কারণে তিনি সেই স্কুলের শিক্ষক হতে পারেন নি। কাগজের সার্টিফিকেটের কাছে তার আন্তরিক ইচ্ছা হেরে গিয়েছিলো।
নাটক এমন হওয়া উচিত যেটা আমাদের ভাবতে শেখায়, যেটা আমাদের পাশ কাটিয়ে চলে যেতে শেখায় না। আমরা সাধারণ দর্শকরা যদি নাটকের সাথে নিজেদের জীবন সম্পৃক্ত করতে নাই পারি, তাহলে নাটকের সেই গোপন এবং মহান জ্ঞানের বানী (যেসব নাট্যকাররা আমাদের ঠেসে ধরে গেলাতে চান) কোনদিনও আমাদের কানে এসে ঢুকবে না। আমরাতো ভেবে নিবো, “হেহ! ধুরও এইটা তো নাটক, নাটকতো নাটকই, নাটকে কিনা বলে ছাগলে কিনা খায়”।
আমি আস্তে আস্তে শ্যাম্পু হয়ে যাচ্ছি। এক চামচ শ্যাম্পু দিয়ে যেমন এক বালতি ফেনা হয়, আমিও একটা কথা বলতে গিয়ে তেত্রিশটা কথা বলে ফেলি। শুধু একটা গান পোস্ট করতে এসেছিলাম, কত কিছু লিখে ফেললাম হুড়মুড় করে। যাই হোক, গানের কথায় আসি। ‘উপসংহার’ নাটকের গান। উপসংহার নাটকটা দেখে খুবই ভালো লেগেছিল। স্বাভাবিক এবং স্বার্থপর মানুষের গল্প নিয়ে নাটক। নাটক আমার খুব একটা মনে থাকে না, দেখি আবার ভুলে যাই। তবে এই নাটকের কাহিনী আমি এখনও মনে করতে পারি, নামটাও মনে আছে। নাটকের শেষে এই গানটা ছিল, “মুছে গেছে সব দেনা-পাওনার স্মৃতি”। গানটা আসলেও দারুণ নাকি নাটকের জন্যই গানটা দারুণ লেগেছিল জানি না। হুট করে শুনলে অতটা ভালো নাও লাগতে পারে। আজ অনেকদিন পর YouTube-এ গানটা পেলাম। ছেপে দিলাম।
দ্বিতীয় গানটা একটা বিখ্যাত লালনগীতি। দুটো গানই ‘লালন’ ব্যান্ডের।
Emono dine tare bola jay
Emono ghono ghoro borishay
Emono dine mon’o khola jay
Emono megho shore, badolo zhoro zhore
Topono hino ghono tomoshay
Emono dine tare bola jay
“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)
Artist: Katie Melua
Album: Pictured
Track: If the lights go out
“They say the world must end somehow,
They say the end’s not far from now;
I think they’re wrong,
Don’t worry your life away,
Start living for today,
Don’t think about tomorrow.
And if the lights go out on all of us,
In just a year or two
And if the sky falls down like pouring rain,
Then I’ll be here with you
I’ll go down with you
Well I’m gonna try for all I’m worth,
To stay with you till the end of the earth
Don’t let me down,
Don’t let your feelings win
Don’t give out, and don’t give in,
Don’t think about tomorrow.”
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
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.
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
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
There is a new genre in Bangla music called ‘Jibonmukhi Gaan’. Jibonmukhi gaan means ‘songs about life’. Sumon Chattapaddhay first started this type of music by writing songs about everyday life and ordinary people. Eventually Nachiketa Ghosh, Anjan Dutta and many others have followed Sumon’s footsteps. Shilajit is one of those ‘many others’. He writes, composes and sings. Even though none of my friends like the type of music Shilajit does (‘atel’ type, in their opinion), I find them quite interesting. :p His wordings are uncommon and the sound effects he uses in his tracks are exceptional (like the ping-pong ball dropping sound in the song ‘Ja Pakhi’, reminds me of my college canteen where we used to play table tennis). Anyway, I am posting few of his songs, check by yourself.
[Added on May 9th: I have uploaded 5 albums of Shilajit (Fish Fish, Red and White, Lal Matir Shorone, X Prem and Best of Shilajit) for a friend of mine. If you want to download them, go here. Its a zip file. Total size 211 mb]
[1] Artist: Shilajit Song Title: Ja Pakhi Album: X-Prem [Download]
Lyrics:
[Telephone conversation]
Ki shohoj bhulte para, tai na?
Pajor e bidhche je alpin
Mon amar moshal, shorir joley
Purey jak prithibi, rat din
Je kothay kobita jonmato
She kothay shiray shiray bish
Ek ekta kothar choboley
Kobitar khata puriye dish
She dhoway jolche matha, chokh
Shadh hoy tokew jalai
Jalate giyew bachai agun
Chai na baze khorcha tai
Buker ei khachay joluk agun
Bhalobasha shorbonasha hay
Etodine buzhte pari vasha
Tor ebar notun basha chai
Ja, ja pakhi urte dilam tokey
Ja ja ja khuje ne onno kono basha
Khuje ne onno kono mon
Bhule ja bonno bhalobasha
Ja, ja pakhi urte dilam tokey
Ek ekta din, ek ekta rat
Firey gechi roj roj, bariyechi hat
Toke dhore rakhte cheye hay
Darun dupur, dhushor bikel
Shorboshanto shondhay
Ei Buke akash rekhechilam
Ei shorir oshanto jongol
Khola mon’e urte parli na
Ei moner tui ki pabi tol!
Ja, ja pakhi urte dilam tokey, ja
Ja ja ja khuje ne onno kono basha
Khuje ne grihostho jibon
Bhule ja bonno bhalobasha
Ja, ja pakhi urte dilam tokey, ja
Ei buke bondi ki jani na
Jani na ki shukh ache rakha
Shudhu vabi tokhon firey ele
Ei khacha pabi ki ar faka!
Jongli pakhir palok porey
Dhora pore ar peli na par
Asman bhule khujish khacha
Jongol bhule khujish dar
Ja, Ja pakhi urte dilam tokey, ja
Khuje ne onno kono basha
Shukhe thak shekol bedhe mone
Bhule ja bonno bhalobasha
Ja, ja pakhi urte dilam tokey.
[2] Artist: Shilajit Song Title: Jonaki Album: X-Prem [Download]
Lyrics:
Jonaki ta jolchilo miti miti shondher kacha adhare
Miti miti zhik mik, urchilo jeno thik ..jongli hirey
Ta uruk, zhore poruk ..purey moruk ei mon ta dekhe
Kintu je sheta hotath tara hoye jabe, ke ta janto!!
Poloke pakhna mele urey elo ruposhi tara
Jongla gacher virey, lukochuri khela shesh kore
Polok porey na shoja, takalo she heshe bhalobashe
Ta hashuk, bhalobashuk, kache ashuk she chayapoth beye
Kintu je she ta hotath tomar mukh hoye jabe, ke ta janto!!
Shopno meshano hashi, bhalobashi, bhalobeshe
Rat jaga fuler shubash, batash bhore abeshe
Ji jhi der gaan batashe symphony meshay
Fur furey hawa khali gaye chumu khay
Ta khak, mon nachak, madol bajak batash buk jurey
Kintu je she ta hotath jhor hoye jabe, ke ta janto!!
Duronto she tufan e duru duru tol toley mukh gelo kepe
Kisher taan-e ke jane keno she porlo eshe ei buker uthon e
Poruk she tip, jemon prodeep aguneri prem e porey jole
Rekhechi ador kore, firey giye porabo tomake
Rekhechi ador kore, she agun e poorabo amake
Rekhechi ador kore..
[3] Artist: Shilajit Song Title: Boshundhora Album: Fish Fish [Download]
[4] Artist: Shilajit Song Title: Fish Fish Album: Fish Fish [Download]
[5] Artist: Shilajit Song Title: Mombati Album: Fish Fish [Download]
[6] Artist: Shilajit Song Title: Ondor Mohol Album: Fish Fish [Download]
[7] Artist: Shilajit Song Title: Jibon Re Album: Lal Matir Shorone [Download]
Feb 26. 13 din hoye gelo since my last post. Ei 13 din e 13 rokomer jontronar moddho diye jete hoyeche amake. New Orleans e kon beta amar ATM card fake kore account theke 503$ tule boshe ache, ami tokhon Virginia te. Shei taka tolar ektu por e ami D.C. te walmart e amar card use korechi, eto kom shomoyer moddhe eto huge distance e duita transaction, bank diyeche amar account freeze kore. Ei dui din e ter pelam, khawa, pani, oxygen chara prithibi te beche thaka shomvob, kintu ATM card chara beche thaka moha jontronar. Beche gechi je bondhu bandhob chilo shathe. Na hole vikkhe kore khete hoto. Ami ba amar purbo purush keu konodin New Orleans e pa rakhen ni, tarporo ei jontrona amake pohate holo. :( Bank ekhon 10 diner jonno dhonger investigation korbe, tarpor hoyto amake taka ferot dibe. Din din prithibi shudhu jotil hochhe, jotil jotil shomoshhar toiri hochhe.. shei shob jotil shomosshar abar jotil jotil shomadhan o thakche. Bepar mondo na, jotil e jotil e kata kati. :p
Virginia theke ghure ashlam 2 diner jonno. Giyechi bus e, eshechi o bus e. Snow dekhte dekhte gelam, ar snow dekhte dekhte ashlam. Bus jinish tar proti amar ekta oniha chilo shara jiboner. Choto thakte bus e uthlei matha ghurto, ei jonno hoyto. Abar ekbar Greyhound e amar luggage haralo, laptop ar camera khowalam. Greyhound Bus Line khub bhalo, amar 2500$ er jinisher jonno compensation dilo 150$. Jai hok, amar shei oniha ar ghrina ei 2 din e kete geche ekdom. Beheshte gele ekhon ami shudhui snow er moddhe bus e kore ghure berate chaibo. Bus er duita seat khali thakte hobe aram kore boshar jonno ar shathe full charge howa ipod thakte hobe; bas ar kichu chai na :p
Ei holo obostha. Dosshu ra amar taka poysha lutey niyeche, kintu moner shukh kere nite pari ni. :p
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Artist: A-HA (original artist: Everly Brothers) Song: Crying in the Rain. Album: East of the Sun, West of the Moon (1990)
“I’ll never let you see
The way my broken heart is hurting me
I’ve got my pride and I know how to hide
All my sorrow and pain
I’ll do my crying in the rain
If I wait for stormy skies
You won’t know the rain from the tears in my eyes
You’ll never know that I still love you so
Though the heartaches remain
I’ll do my crying in the rain
Raindrops falling from heaven
Could never take away my misery
But since we’re not together
I pray for stormy weather
To hide these tears I hope you’ll never see
Someday when my crying’s done
I’m gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun
I may be a fool
But till then, darling, you’ll never see me complain
I’ll do my crying in the rain
I’ll do my crying in the rain
I’ll do my crying in the rain
I’ll do my crying in the rain.”
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?
This song is written and composed by my friend’s friend. All I know about him is his name, Rassel. Typical bangla prem bhalobasha shonkranto gaan. Tumi chole gele, amay ar amar baba me ke fele.. ei type gaan. Tarporo keno jani bhalo lage. Ki ekta shukkho hahakar ache gaan tar moddhe. Hahakar ta bhalo lage. :p [Download]
Sometimes I feel like I never write anything positive in my blog. So far all my posts are about disappointments, accidents, disasters and what not. So last time when I posted about ‘Sidr’, I was thinking my next post would be about something good and positive. Unfortunate me, another bad thing has happened today. Bangla band group Dolchut’s Shanjib Chowdhury has passed away due to a brain haemorrhage. (link: DailyNews). I have always loved Dolchut’s music and preferred Shanjib’s compositions over Bappa’s (another lead of Dolchut).
So, what’s up with me!! Have I stopped paying attention towards the good side of life or good things have stopped happening around me?
Anyway, here is a song by country music legend Johnny Cash. He covers Nine Inch Nail’s ‘Hurt’. I believe this was his last official music release.
Lyrics:
I hurt myself today to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain the only thing that’s real. The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting. Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything.
What have I become, my sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away, in the end. And you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down, I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar’s chair. Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear. You are someone else I am still right here.
If I could start again, A million miles away
I would keep myself, I would find a way.
These are two songs [i don’t know why the heck i am calling them songs] I composed almost a year ago. I don’t wanna call them parody songs, cause I wrote them while I was thinking about the love of my life: ‘dim’, to express my great affection towards it :p Yes! both of these songs [or, should I say skits!] are about eggs. Since childhood I have liked and adored eating eggs. :p I still remember me and my brother watching cartoons on tv and eating boiled eggs when we were kids. Though I don’t eat as much eggs as I used to, [too much cholesterol in egg yolks. I want to live 101 years :p] I still feel that great love deep down in my heart. :p
I didn’t sit down to write and sing them purposely. One time I downloaded a software that could remove the vocal from an audio track. So just to see how did it work, i recorded the first dim song removing the original vocal. The second one is just g1bBeRi$h. I was playing my guitar and was singing ‘ja ichha tai’. [i am not that good with guitar either].
Enough of the story. I know you will be thanking God for having a pause/stop button. :p
Brigadier General Paul Tibbets, the pilot who dropped “Little Boy” (the first atomic bomb ever used in a war) at Hiroshima Japan on 6th August 1945 and killed 140,000 civilians, has died last Thursday (1st November 2007) at the age of 92. In a recent interview he said he had no regrets over the people were killed or injured on that day and made a point of saying he slept easily at night.
(‘Enola Gay’ was the plane that carried ‘Little Boy’. It was named after Enola Gay Tibbets, the mother of Paul Tibbets)
I have done some research on him today and found out that most of the Americans consider him as a hero and are actually proud of him. One patriot even declares in a forum thread that a single American life is worth more than the entire population of Japan and by murdering thousands of innocent children and their mothers in Hiroshima, this guy saved many US soldiers’ lives and took the revenge on Japan for killing 3,000 American soldiers in Pearl Harbor.
I don’t know what to say, ‘General’. I know you were just doing your duty and you didn’t make the call, many others were involved. But I still feel disgraceful for what you did. I wish I could salute you and praise you for murdering 140,000 of my kind.
“I made one great mistake in my life — when I signed a letter to President [Franklin D. Roosevelt] recommending that an atomic bomb be made” – Albert Einstein. [Rabindranath Tagore also signed that letter]
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