Boro how, dirgho how .. Shudhu bere otho

August 14, 2008

Boro hoye ki hobo vabchi.

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!

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Hashi Shomachar

August 11, 2008

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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Sritir Shohor, Shomoy, Manush ebong Shada Gari

August 8, 2008

Chomotkar din azke.

Din chomotkar lagar duto karon.

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 :(

[Added on Aug 10, 2008]

Artist: Suman Chattopadhaya [Kabir Suman]

[1] Prothom Shob Kichu
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[2] Amar Chuti [Poem]
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[3] Biday Porichita [Translation of ‘Farewell Angelina’ by Joan Baez]
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[4] Ganwala
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[5] Jatishshor
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[6] Tomake Chai
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Going Back to NY for the Weekend (Aaj ‘Boss Ami’ Dibosh)

July 18, 2008

Goromer attokahini!!
Nizer chaglami pore nizer’e hashi pachche.
Ei hashir nam holo Atto-Mugdho-Bibroto-Chag-Hashi.

NY jachchi
NY jachchi
NY jachchi

Ekhon baje 3:23.
5:30 e rowana hobo and by 11, rui mach vaji ar Ammu ke shamne niye boshe thakbo. Amar gop gop khawa dekhe ammu birokto hoye bolbe, “tor gaal e koto mangsho dekhechish? kom kha”. Tarpor’e bolbe, “ar ek tukro mach ne baba, ar ek chamoch eta ne, ar ek chamoch ota ne.”
Aha! Jibon oti-oti-rikto modhur mone hochche :)

Gotokal dupur theke ek gaan mogoze dhuke boshe ache. ‘Tateen Shongeet’. Puropuri akdum bakdum type gaan. Tarporo gaan er duto line mathar vetor theke ber hochche na. Goto rat e ghumute gechi ei mohan shongeet jope jope. Birokti’te ga jole jachche, tobu shunchi. Ei biroktir nam, Kromo-Ahammo-Ragoto-Birokti :) Proti ta onubhutir alada alada nam thaka uchit. Eki shobdo diye shob chaliye deya thik nah :p

“Shob e to buzhlam, gyaan’er heno teno
Tateen tomar naam ta Tateen holo keno!”

Title: Tateen
Artist: Upal (Chandrabindu)
Album: U/A
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Title: D Minor
Artist: Upal (Chandrabindu)
Album: U/A
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Title: Aami Dibosh
Artist: Sona (Chandrabindu)
Album: U/A
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Dekhi Chondrobindu’r aro kichu gaan post korbo. Hasshokor chele-manushi dhoroner gaan. Shei bhalo. Ami tumi tumi ami.. ar koto!

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Goromer Attokahini

June 27, 2008

Gorome haluwa tight howa ekei bole. Dui/pach minute er jonno baire gelei gorome mogoj norom hoye jay. Kopal bhalo je ei goromer modhdhe amake rastar pashe dariye beler shorbot bikri korte hochche na. Tahole shob shorbot nijei kheye ar mathay dhele shesh kore feltam, bebsha kora ar hoto na!

Goromer attokahini likhle kemon hoy vabchi. School e thakte nodir attokahini porechi, chair er attokahini likhechi.. kintu keu konodin ghumer, hashir, goromer, raager attokahini likhte bole ni. Chair table er jodi attokahini thakte pare, goromer o thakte para uchit.

“Ei je bhai! Ami holam gorom. Ami ekhon amar attokahini likhbo. Ami kono manush noi, chair table, gamcha, gach, bon-beral ..konotai na. Ami hochchi ekta sharirik onubhutir nam. Ami nana rokomer hoye thaki. Jemon gham howa type gorom, futonto pani type gorom. Ami aro ek rokomer achi. Sheta holo rag howa dhoroner gorom. “Ki mamu! hotath eto gorom khaiya gelen ki nia!” – ei type. Abar chokh gorom kore takanor gorom o ache, ache bajar gorom howa.

Prithibir prani jogot amar shanniddho khub ekta kamona kore na. Tara gorome hash fash korte chay na, futonto gorom pani te hat dubate chay na (bacteria namok ek prani ache, bechara ra to amar thasha-thashi te dom bondho hoye marai jay), chokh gorom kore takano dekhte chay na.. bajare shob kichur dam gorom, etaw shunte chay na. Tarporo ami thaki sharakkhon e. Manush namer ek prani ache, era gayer upor halka ekta aboron diye ghure beray, sheta ke tara kapor bole. Amar jontronay tara mazhe mazhe shei jinish o khule felte chay. Tara tader shorir’e sharakkhon e amake boye berachche, tarporo tara amar hat theke paliye bachte chay. A/C charche, fan charche, borof-gola pani te dube boshe thakche, mathay beler shorbot dhalar kotha vabche.. kotoi na ayojon. Othocho thandar diney, ei amake pabar jonno tader ki vishon chuto-chuti. Ami jodi na thaki tader ranna banna kora hoyna, gari chole na.

Je amar hoye ei attokahini ta likhe dichchilo, tar mejaje ekhon ami dhuke gechi, tar mejaj gorom eishob altu-faltu jinish likhe, nijeke naki chagol mone hochche. She ekhuni mone hoy likha bondho kore dibe.”

Amar pagol/chagol hote ar beshi din baki nai :(

Chagoler attokahini ta hoyto likhe felte parbo nizer oviggota theke, pagoler ta ki vabe likhbo.. eta vebe chinta hochche :(

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“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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Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara
Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara
Tomay amay miley.. emni bohe dhara

Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara

Tomar joley bati, tomar ghore shathi
Amar tore rati, amar tore tara
Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara

Tomar ache danga, amar ache jol
Tomar boshe thaka, amar cholachol
Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara

Tomar hatey roy, amar hatey khoy
Tomar mone voy, amar voyo hara
Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara

Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara
Tomar holo shuru, amar holo shara
Tomay amay miley.. emni bohe dhara

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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.

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“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. :)

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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?

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

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Ghotonabihin Din 1

January 31, 2008

Ghotona 1: Dupur bela dhomok shune ghum vanglo. Vari purushali golay ke jani dhomok dilo, “oth! sharey pach ta baze”, ami dhor for kore uthlam. Amar bichanar pasher ghori ta nosto hoyeche kodin age. So table er upor khuje tuje cell phone ber kore shomoy dekhlam 11:18 baze. Gayebi awaz amake boka baniye ghum theke tule fello :(

Ghotona 2: Azke ammur birthday. Tar jonno duita gift er bebostha kora hoyeche. Gift no 1, tar pc te sound kaz korto na vista theke xp te downgrade korar jonno, sheta thik kore diyechi. Ammu ekhon boshe boshe youtube e “akasher oi miti miti tara” shunche ar matha dulachhe. Gift no 2, bashar lomba ek bajarer list kitchen e pore ache. Jackson heights (indian grocery place in NY) theke chal, dal, mach, mangsho.. habi zabi bashar bazar kore anbo. :p

Ghotona 3: I ordered a phone from tmobile. Azke ashar kotha. :( Beta ra ekhono diye jachhe na.

Ghotona 4: Photography’r first attempt:

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Ghotona 5: Fata fati rod utheche azke.

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Bhor-belar Post.

January 25, 2008

Amar moto manusher jonno bhor 5 tay ghum venge jawa ta khub ekta shubidhar bepar na. Nizer kachei nizeke choto choto lage, lojja korte thake. Ar kodin dhore ghum vengei shobar prothom amar mathay jei chinta ta ashche, sheta holo “az ki rod uthbe/utheche?”. Hotath kore birat prokriti-premik hoye gechi. Rod bhalo lagche, bon bhalo lagche.. dui din por dekha jabe tia pakhi, misti kumra eishob o bhalo lagte shuru koreche. Bhor bela ghum theke uthe tia pakhi dekhte ichha korbe, jokhon tokhon shobuz ghashe pa choriye misti kumra, kochi lau eshob koley niye boshe thakte ichha korbe.

LOL ghum theke uthe prothom 15 min ami ekta ghoor er moddhe thaki. Ekhono mone hoy shei ghoor laga porbo cholche. Ki shob ulta palta likhchi!

Bhalo ek kaz jogar korechi; youtube e khuje khuje bangla natok dekha. Bolte gele ek nishashei ‘Kobi’ dekhe shesh kore fellam. 25 porber natok. Kono porboi 15 minutes er beshi na, tai 25 porbo dui din’e dekhe shesh kore fellam shune je rokom voyaboho mone hochhe, bepar ashole toto voyaboho na.

Kobi natoker golpo holo 3 kobi bondhu ke niye: Atahar, Sajjad ar Mozid. Tin jon e pagol dhoroner kobi, jotro totro kobita likhe beray. ‘Kobi’ boi ta porechilam onekdin age. Golper shathe natoker kototukun mil ache bolte parbo na.. karon golpo ta amar ar mone nei. Natoker ekta kobita shune shudhu mone holo, ei kobita ta age kothaw porechi. Atahar er bon Milir biye hoye geche nana rokom jhamelar por; baba mara gechen, ma coma te ocheton, agey ekbar biyer kotha hoye venge geche Milir. Ekhon Mili train e kore shoshur bari jachhe tar niriho nadush nudush bhalo-manush dhoroner shami ke niye, tokhon Atahar tar choto bhai ke diye boner kache kobita ta pathay. Kobita ta shune ami pray mugdho :p

“Shon Mili, Dukkho tar bish-makha tir’e toke bidhe barong bar
Tobu o nishchit jani, ekdin hobe tor shonar shongar
Uthon e porbe eshe, ek fali rod; tar pashe shishu guti koy
Tahader dhulo makha hat e, dhora debe prithibir shokol bisshoy!”

Ami ekdom e kobita tobita type na. Kobita tobita bhalo laga to dure thak, shojjoi hoy na. Neka neka lage. Kobita buzhi o na khub ekta. Amar kache ekhono bhalo kobita mane, “bash baganer mathar upor chad utheche oi, ma go amar sholok bola kajla didi koi?”. Amar onek bondhu bandhob achen, jara kobitar vetorer lukiye thaka shondorjo kolpona kore nite paren, ber kore ante paren. Ami pari na. Amar hashi ashe kobitar vab mara kotha shunle. Tarporo ei Milir kobita ta bhalo lege gelo.

Shishu boyoshe (ashole toto shishu na. class 9/10 e thakar shomoyer kotha) erokom ek kobita bhalo legechilo. Kobi Al-Mahmud’er. Shei kobitar matha mundu o buzhtam na. Tobu o bhalo legechilo keno jani na. Ami shei kobita mukhosto o korechilam.. “Ridoyer ek dik e gol hoye ache bedona.. oshudher shaddho nei, prokriti pare na dite ar ..aharer ruchi, ghum, shopner mazhe hete jawa”. LOL Khub e vaber kobita. Ki buzhe mukhosto korechilam ke jane. Shei boyoshe amar aharer ruchi motew kharap chilo na. 2 plate tehari ekai shabar kore felte partam.

Jai hok, beshir vag shomoyi manusher bhalo laga, kharap lagar kono karon lage na. Onek jinish emni emni bhalo lege jay, onek bhalo lagar moto jinish karon charai oshojjo lage. Tobe ei kobita bhalo lagar ekta karon vebe ber korechi, train station e bidayer drissho. Ami choto theke boro hoyechi train er zhukur zhukur shobdo shune shune ar porichito manush der ke station e biday diye diye. Pray e Dhaka theke Sylhet jawa hoto. Jawar shomoy ek kosto, ashar shomoy ar ek kosto. Dhaka theke rowana hobar shomoy, Abbu ke station e eka fele jawar kosto. Onno dike ferot ashar shomoy Mama Chacha der ke station e fele ashar kosto. Abar keu Dhakay berate ashle, take train e tule debar shomoyo mone hoto “shobai chole jay keno, puro nana bari ta Dhakay chole ashlei to pare”. Onekdin por natoker shubade shei chelebelar sriti ta mone pore gelo, onekdin por train er zhukkur zhukkur shobdo taw shunlam. Prithibir ar kono desher train erokom momota-makhano shobdo korte pare bole mone hoy na, shudhu bangladesher lokkor zhokkor gorib train gulai pare. Tobey, jara choto belay train-e chepe ghure beran ni, tara ei momotar bepar ta buzhte parben na. Ar amra jara parchi, tara nishhondehe vaggoban :)

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“Kade Akash, Kade Batash ..Kade Jochona”

December 31, 2007

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]

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Happy Old Year 2007

December 31, 2007

Gudum gadum kore aro ek bochor chole gelo. Choto thaktei mone hoy bhalo chilo. Shomoy khub dhire dhire jeto. Amar ekhono mone ache, koto agroho niye ami 18 hobar opekkha kortam. Mone hoto 18 hoye gelei buzhi boro hoye jabo, shadhin hobo, eka eka jekhane khushi jete parbo, jokhon ichha bashay firte parbo. 18 holam. Shudhu ekta shongkha paltalo. Boro bhab ta ar ashlo na. Hal charlam na. Vablam 21 hole oboshhoi boro hoye jabo. Dhire dhire 21 o holo, lubh holo na. Tarpor odhir agroho niye 25 er opekkha korte thaklam, na eibar ar boro hobar jonno na. 25+ hole auto insurance rate kombe, ei jonno opekkha. Ha, ei asha ta puron hoyeche.

Notun bochor purano bochor eishob amar kache eki rokom lage. Just shomoyer ekta hishab. Eta niye oto adikh’kheta amar ashe na. Oneke abar ‘new year’s resolution’ namok bishesh ek jinish niye zhapiye poren. Tobe beshir vag shomoy-e dekhi ei utshaho 3/4 din er beshi thake na. Idea ta jodio mondo na. Notun bochor upolokkhe nizeke poriborton korar broto neya, nizer jonno bhalo kichu ekta kora. Tobe amar kache bepar ta kichu ta hasshokor mone hoy. Ahammoker moto keno bochorer prothom din porjonto boshe thakte hobe! Keu jodi shotti bishash kore tar jonno ekta bishesh kono kichu bhalo, tahole tar sheta shei muhurto thekei shuru kora uchit, shudhu shudhu bochor shesh howa porjonto opekkha na kore.

Amar borong 2007 er jonno khanik ta mayai lagche. Etodin pashe pashe chilo bechara. Ar ekhon shobai kina shompurno oporichito 2008 niye lafa lafi korche. Jani etai niom. Shob kichui ek shomoy puraton hoye jay.

Jai hok, notun bochor e shobai bhalo thakuk, shustho thakuk ebong onnoder ke bhalo rakhuk. :)

Oh nicher ei chobi ta prothom-alo te dekhlam azke. Khushi hobo, shosti pabo naki bethito hobo buzhte parchi na.

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