“Bhai, Kach Theke Guli Korbo. Kosto Hobe Na”

June 23, 2008

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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Tomar Holo Shuru ..(Ami Ekhono Hoini Shara)

June 19, 2008

Guess what!!

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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Kobita: Virginia Biplob

May 27, 2008

Amar dui bondhu Shopu bhai ar Rahman bhai thaken Virginia te. Dujon e chakuri-jibi. Besh kodin agey ekbar giyechilam tader dekhte. Tader shonar shongshar’e shongi hoyechilam purey jawa chicken ar beef kheye. Amar moddhe kobi-vab ekdom e nei. Tarporo tader hashshokor kaz karbar dekhe ekta kagozer tukro te hizi-bizi koyek line likhechilam, jeta porar por Shopu bhai khanikta ahoto hoye shobdo korechilen, “Hmnnmf”.

Etodin por shei kagozer tukro aaj khuje peyechi.

Oh, tader theke ektu durei thaken Razzak bhai. Tar gatro-borno shamanno ektu garo (ektu na, besh garo). Ei jonno take ador kore ‘Kala’ daka hoy. But Razzak bhai sheta mante raji na. Tar kotha holo, take emni emni shokh kore ‘Kala’ dake Rahman bhai, er shathe gayer ronger konoi shomporko nei :p Ebong eta proman korar jonnoi tinio dudher moto tok-toka forsha Rahman bhai ke ‘Kala’ bole daken.

উঠিয়া সকালবেলা জাব্বা-জোব্বা পরে,
ছুটে যায় সপু ভাই এক্সপ্রেস বাস ধরে।

কাধ নেড়ে, হাত ছুড়ে মারে কত ভাব,
যেন তার মত গুনী মানুষের অফ অভাব।

কাজে বসে কফি খায় শুধু দিনভর
গালে হাত দিয়ে ভাবে কখন ফিরে যাবে ঘর।

এরি ফাকে কল করে রহমান ভাই
বলে, হারামজাদা সপু, ডেকে দিলি না কেন সোয়া আটটায়?

তোর জন্য অফিসএ আসতে হল দেরী,
আয় বাসায়, আজ তোর ছুটাবো বাহাদুরী।

বীর যোদ্ধা সপুভাই ভয় নাহি পায়,
অফিস শেষে ঠিক-ঠাক, চলে আসে সে বাসায়।

ঘরে এসে মারামারি করে দুই আদমসন্তান,
কিচেন থেকে ভেসে আসে পোড়া মাংসের ঘ্রান।

আগুন নেভাতে ছুটে যেতে চায় সপুভাইএর প্রান,
তখনই রহমান ভাই তার কামড়ে ধরে কান।

দুজনের পেটে দুজন ঘুসি মারে বারবার,
এদিকে মাংস পুড়ে হয় ছারখার।

খিদে পেটে খালি গায়ে বসে থাকে দুইজন,
সাগরের বিরিয়ানির জন্য মন করে কেমন কেমন।

রাজ্জাক ভাইকে কল করে বলে, কালা, চলে আয় প্লীজ,
তারপর তিন হতভাগা বসে খায় চায়নীজ।

একটু হেসে একজন বলে, ভালই হলো, নাকি বলিস রহমান?
অন্যজন বলে, আর একটা কথা বললে সপু, ছিড়বো তোর অন্য কান।

Uthia shokal bela jabba jobba pore,
Chute jay Shopu bhai express bus dhore

Kadh nere, hat chure mare koto vaab
Jeno tar moto guni manusher office-e ovaab

Kaz e boshe coffee khay shudhu dinbhor

Gal’e hat diye vabe kokhon firey jabe ghor.

Eri fakey call kore Rahman bhai
Bole “haramzada Shopu, deke dili na keno showa aat-tay?”

“Tor jonno office-e ashte hoye gelo deri
Ay bashay, aj tor chutabo bahaduri”

Bir joddha shopu bhai, voy nahi pay
Office sheshe thik thak, chole ashe je bashay

Ghore eshe mara mari kore dui adom shontan
Kitchen theke veshe ashe pora mangsher ghran

Agun nevate chute jay shopu bhai er pran
Tokhoni rahman bhai tar kamre dhore kan.

Dujoner pet’e dujon ghushi mare bar bar
Edike mangsho purey hoy char-khar.

Khide pet e khali gaye boshe thake duijon,
Shagorer¹ biriyanir jonno mon kore kemon kemon.

Razzak bhai ke call kore bole “kala, chole ay please”,
Tarpor tin hoto-vaga boshe khay chinese.

Mridu heshe, ekzon bole, “bhaloi holo, naki bolish Rahman”
Onno joner uttor, “Shopu, ar ekta kotha bolle chirbo tor onno kan!!”.

(Shalinotar kotha vebe kobitar duto line bad deya hoyeche.)
(¹Shagor Restaurant New Yorker namkora Bangladeshi khabarer dokan.)

Eta likhte likhtei mone pore gelo, amader Shopu bhai abar birat kobi. Moha Kobi bola jay. Instant kobite toiri koren ebong kobi vab ta probol korar jonno oporichito manush take nam jiggesh korle tini nijeke ‘Pothik’ bole chaliye deyar dhandha koren :p Tar kobi protivay amra eki shathe mugdho, birokto ebong klanto. Tar ekta video khuje pelam, onekdin ager. Ei jinish shopu bhai janle, amio amar kono ekta kan harabo :( Kan haranor zhuki niyei video ta post korlam.


“Ki Re Gadha! Bangla Lekha Pora Jay?”

May 25, 2008

বাংলা টাইপিং মনে আছে কিনা দেখছি।

Ha! Mone ache.

Dui din por por amar Bangla okkhor e lekhar shokh hoy. Ami khuje pete Avro Keyboard (bangla typing software) ta download kori, install kori.. khub utshaho niye 3/4 line likhi. Amar ekta email account theke onno email account e Banglay email kori. “Ki re gadha? Bangla lekha pora jay?” – ei type email. Shei email abar nizei open kori, pori, mugdho hoi ebong nizei gadha shaji. Tarpor shokh mitey jay, mon shanto hoy. :)

Song Title: Ar Kotokaal Bhashbo
Artist: Abu Bakar Siddiki
Original Artist: Abdul Alim
Album: Shotoborsher Bangla Gaan
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Song Title: Pothe Pothe
Arist: Agun
Original Artist: Kalim Sharafi
Album: Shotoborsher Bangla Gaan
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Hmmf ..Dat Majbo Ammu’ji

February 27, 2008

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Protidin rater bela ei jinish dekhe ami ghumate jai. Amar snehomoyee jononir koi theke dharona hoyeche, tar dhamra chele thik moto ghumate jabar age dat majche na edaning, soon tar shob dat khule porey jabe. Ei moha-vitir karon holo, dentist ammu ke boleche tar 5 ta dat fele dibe hobe. Ammu dentist er shathe raga ragi koreche.. ekhon dentist bolche 7 ta felbe. Ammu ar voye dentist er kache jay na ebong amake protidin vitamin D and calcium-wala dudh khabar jonno shadha shadhi kore. Fridge ‘extra calcium added’ dudher bottle diye bhore utheche. Ar protidin rater bela ei sign-board zhuliye rakha hoy amar dorjar shamne, shokale abar jotno kore tule rakha hoy next diner jonno. Amar ma ke khushi korar jonno, jibon diye holew ami amar dat rokkha korbo.. ei protigga korechi. :)


Snowfall in New York

February 13, 2008

These pictures were taken from the car using a silly camera phone. So dont expect much!

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BenGay Jindabad!

February 12, 2008

Bengay!
Nam ta motew shubidhar na. Shune mone hote pare ‘jonab Ben shaheb ekzon shomokami’, ei rokom ekta ghoshona deya hochhe. Bepar ashole ta na. Eta khub shanto vodro dhoroner ekta oshudher nam. Oshudh na bole, cream ba rub bola uchit. Ar khati bangla vashay bolte gele ‘molom’. Jei vabe porichoy dichhi, mone hochhe duniar manush ar konodin Bengay chokhe dekhe nai. Jini ei lekha porchen, 70% shomvabona tini mone mone bolchen “dui diner boiragi, bhat re bolish onno! beta agey bar”.

Oshudh, molom ba cream jetai hok, ei kono drobber upor-e amar khub ekta sroddha nei. Oneke dekhi kichu holei godam kore ek gada oshudh kheye felen, shamanno ektu matha-betha jor jor vab holei tup tup kore ‘tylenol’ gilte thaken. Ar amar mone hoy, oshukh emni ashbe, emni chole jabe. Jodio choto thakte oshukh hoye doctor dekhano take khub anonder bepar mone hoto. Mone hoto oshukh howa sharthok hoyeche, shobai amar jonno chinta korche, tension korche, nizeke besh mulloban mone hoto. Tobe ekta ghotonar por theke doctor der upor theke amar vokti eke-barei uthe giyechilo. Shob bachha der ekta common oshukh thake. Thik school e jabar age age pet e voyongkor rokomer betha. Amaro chilo. Tobe ami buddhi shuddhi te juger theke ektu egiye chilam. Pet betha take bisshash-joggo korar jonno school e jawa chara onno shomoy-o pet betha pet betha bole chitkar kanna kati kortam. Ar amader dui bhai er ektu kichu holei abbu chintay osthir hoye poren. Shutorang amar pet betha take khub gurutter shathe dekha holo ebong amake niye jawa holo doctor er kache. Amader basha theke ektu durei ekta pharmacy chilo. Al-Islam ba Al-Amin pharmacy, ei rokom kichu ekta nam. Shei pharmacy te shoda-hassho-mukhi dui assistant (Bangladeshe tader bola hoto compounder) chilen. Ekzon ya lomba, onnojon gol gal choshma pora nayok type chehara. Tader duijon kei amar khub bhalo lagto. Bhalo lagar ek matro karon pharmacy te gelei free ‘civita’ (orange flavored vitamin C tablet) pawa jeto. Tara duijon jotoi besto thakuk ekta ‘civita’ amar kopale jutbei. To Al-Helal-Amin-Islam pharmacy’r doctor er kache jawa holo. Onekkhon opekkha kore, civita kheye teye doctor er dekha millo tar chamber e. Ebong doctor er prothom proshno ta shunei amar shomogro chikitshok jatir upor theke vokti sroddha uthe gelo. “Khoka, tomar pet betha ta shudhu school e jabar age age hoy. Onno shomoy komey jay, tai na?” Ei kotha jiggesh kore daktar muchki muchki hashchilen jeno birat ek rohossho uni ber kore felechen. Ami nizer kan ke bishash korte parchilam na. Ami na hoy boyoshe choto, dhore neya jete pare amar buddhi kom, tai bole doctor amake ki ahammok mone korlen naki! Eto shohoje ami jal e dhora dibo vablen ki kore! Ami khub iniye biniye bollam “nah! ta hobe keno.. shondhar dike beshi betha kore, bikel belaw betha kore khub.” Shei theke amar dharona holo doctor ra khub e boka prani. Tobe amar jiboner ekta shomoy-e amaro doctor namer boka prani hobar gopon bashona chilo. Shesh porjonto ar boka howa hoye otheni.

Ki likhte boshe ki likhchi. Mul ghotonay firey asha jak. Mul ghotona khub ekta bishal na. Goto dui din dhore bethay ghar narate pari na. Balish theke matha pore giyechilo othoba mathar nich theke balish shore giyechilo. Jetai hok, kal sharadin amake egyptian mummy’r moto ghar shokto kore ghora fera korte hoyeche. Drive korchi, dan e bam e takate pari na, ghar beshi uchu korte pari na, voyaboho obostha :( Amar ek bondhu buddhi dilo, “tylenol kheye boshe thako, shorbo roger mohoushodh”. Ghar bethar shathe tylenol’er shomporko milate parlam na (amar dharona tylenol jor, matha bethar oshudh), tai ar khawa holo na. Ordhek rat ghar bethay ko ko kore ar baki ordhek rat ghumiye katiye uthlam ektu age. Uthe hotath mone holo Bengay er kotha. Ei Bengay niyew ar ek ghotona ache. Amar shudhu ghotonar por ghotona thaktei thake.

Tokhon ami 8/9 bochorer hobo. Amra tokhon dhanmondi te thaki. Mama eshchen USA theke Dhakay. Tokhon nana-nani dujon’e beche chilen. To nanir jonno Bengay enechen mama. Ekta plastic er bag e mora. Ammu sheta niye drawer e rakhlen. Amar to chokkhu chana-bora. Emon ki gupto-dhon amar chokher aral’e pachar hoye gelo! Nishchoi candy, chocolate kichu hobe (shei shomoy chocolate ar khelna pistol chara amar kolpona’te ar kichu khub ekta ashto na). Tokke tokke thakte laglam ki vabe ei jinish bagano jay! Amake dekhtei hobe oi plastic bag-e ki ache. Birat chor chilam tokhon. Shujog-o ek shomoy chole ashlo. Ami mone hoy ghotona beshi roshachhi. Er porer ghotona khub e shongkhipto. Plastic bag e mora toothpaste (Bengay dekhte toothpaste’er tube’er moto) dekhe kichuta obak holam. Shamanno toothpaste keno ei rokom alada kore ammu drawer e tule rakhbe! Tai bole eto koste joy kora toothpaste to ei vabe chere deya jayna. Ami khub utshaho niye Bengay toothbrush e makhiye dat brush korte lege gelam. Shathe shathei prochondo mukh jolte shuru korlo. Ekdom kanna kati obostha. Dukkhher kotha ammu kew bolte pari na, bolle mar khabo, shojjo o korte pari na. Mukher vetor ta thanda hoye obosh hoye ashche. Pani khete khete amar jibon shesh, tobu lubh hochhe na. Joto beshi pani khai mukh jola mone hoy toto bare.

Aj onekdin por shei Bengay jibone ditio barer moto bebohar korlam. Ebong kore ami mugdho :p Koto ta je mugdho sheta to ei post thekei bozha jachhe. Mone hochhe ami boshe achi prithibi te, amar ghar chole geche behesht’e. Dui din ki kosto tai na korechi. Ekhon theke oshudher upor abar vokti firiye ante hobe. Shamanno ek Bengay niye je eto boro mohakabbo likhe fela shomvob eta amar nizer-e dharonar baire chilo. Othocho choto belay school’e thakte 200 word er “Journey by Boat” eassay likhte giye jan ber hoye jabar upokrom hoto. Bar bar word gunte thaktam, kono vabe ekbar 200 par hole hoy!

Ek udvot shopno dekhechi goto rat e ebong tar por por e ghar bethar shathe tylenol’er shomporko abishkar korechi. Ghar betha hole, mathay dosh dekha dey, manush ulta palta shopno dekhte shuru kore, ar matha bethar oshudh holo tylenol. Shopno tar kotha boli. Dekhi ami ek gada bread (dhakar vashay pauruti) ar roshogolla niye boshe achi. Bread toast korchi, tate chamoch e kore roshogollar zhol lagachhi, tarpor ekta kore roshogolla niye pauruti chapa diye roshogollar sandwich banachhi ebong ditio dofa abar toast kotre dichhi sandwich ta. Ebong ami buzhte parchilam ei shob amake kheye shesh korte hobe, jodio roshogollar rosh er kotha chinta korei amar ga ghin ghin korchilo. Bangladeshe thakte shob shomoy shuntam; shopne pawa oshudh, shopne pawa chikitsha! Allah ki amake shopne erokom kono notun recipe’r ishara dilen?

Artist: Suzanne Vega
Track: Tired of Sleeping
Album: Days of Open Hand
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