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.
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Just finished watching ‘Taare Zameen Par’, a movie directed and acted by Amir Khan. Nice movie. Good storyline. Not a typical ibrish zibrish hindi movie. It’s about an eight/nine year old youngster named Ishaan, who suffers from dyslexia (learning disability) and dislikes school. Instead of putting his efforts into studies, he is more curious about colors, fishes, birds and other so-known unimportant things to adult eyes. Due to his difficulty for reading and writing he cannot seem to get anything right in class. He always fails his exams and he doesn’t even feel bad about it. He is just carelessly joyful in his own little world. On the other hand, his elder brother is a very bright student in the school. So at some point his father gets frustrated and sends Ishaan to a boarding school. Over there Ishaan misses his mother and starts to get depressed. But things start to change when the temporary art teacher Ram (Amir Khan) joins the boarding school. He begins to notice that Ishaan is unhappy and not performing well. He also discovers that, Ishaan is suffering from dyslexia. So Ram starts to help Ishaan and eventually Ishaan improves his condition and the movie comes to a happy ending.
Well, this movie really took me down to the memory lane. I was able to relate myself with few incidents in this movie. Except for not being a dyslexic kid, Ishaan’s some activities and act reminded me of my school days in University Laboratory School. I was also forced to stand outside the classroom many a times for not doing my homework, for coming late, for talking in the classroom, for not bringing a particular book, for not paying attention to the teacher, for playing pen-fight (yes!!!pen fight was one hell of a game) and what not. Our uniform was sky-blue shirt, navy-blue pant and white sneakers. In the assembly, we were pulled out from the line and made to stand out and punished if the pant was too blackish or grayish or if the shirt was not blue enough. I remember my friend Sadat, I don’t know if he was color-blind or something. Every single day there was an issue with his uniform and we all knew that he was doing it intentionally just to piss off the class teacher. The scene where the teacher throws a piece of chalk at Ishaan, I have seen this part so many times in my life. I knew he was going to throw the chalk at him just by the way he was holding it. If fact, I had some teachers who weren’t that famous for teaching, but for their chalk throwing skills. Even in my college, I had a chemistry professor (BidyaSagar Sir) who used to throw chalks at students and his aim was quite good. :p So, it was not bad remembering all those childhood memories even though many of them weren’t very pleasant. :p
Yes! This is another nice thing about this movie. They didn’t overdo it. There were no villains in the movie. Class toppers weren’t shown as jerks. Elder brother wasn’t necessarily a bully. Instead he was protective and caring. The mother was also supportive and protecting. The dad sometimes was too harsh on him, but it was not due to his lack of love. He was just not paying enough attention to understand his child’s mind and feelings. In boarding school Ishaan even had a nice friend (I think his name was Rajan).
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