"Esey gechhey ... sokalbelaaaaaaar rodduur, ar sokalbelar roddurer protiti 2 ghontar pack er sathey binamulley peye jan 5 minuter nihsobdo jyotsnaaaaaaa
bidhisommoto sotorkikoron: otirikto roddur sebon labonyer pokhye khotikarok, roddur kenar agey sunscreen company-r nothipotro porey rakhun."
- Aro ekta bigyapon, achha panchkori, program gulo kothay?
- program boltey sir?
- program maney jegulo dekhtey bosey birotitey ei bigyapon gulo asar kotha...
- ogulo bondho hoye gechhey sir, ekhon sudhu bigyapon
- jah! erom hoy naki? lokey sudhu bigyapon dekhbey keno?
- lokey program dekhto keno?
- program er modhye entertainment achhey
- misti pug er hata ki kom entertainment?
- program ey gaan hoto
- "You and I" - aha aha
- reality show hoto
- sonen ni? - "surf, paray paray challenge.."?
- golpo thakto
- "Ekdin ekta zoozoo beriyechhey bou key niye gari chepe. Onek onek dur jabar por rastay dekhey ke jeno ekta dariye, zoozoo potni to obak, boley "lalipago, okhu usnad dibalisa?" ...." - jomiye debe sir, mojiye debe
- bhabnar khorak thakto
- konodin bhebe dekhechhen hasi koto rokom hoi, alto hasi, polka hasi, arogyer hasi, bijoyir hasi... aro koto koto .... last ey mobile phone er hasi tuku sudhu upohaar dilam amra ... ki darun ekta thought bolun to, excellent lagey amar jotobar dekhi...
- kintu asoley to sob i ekta product bechar jonno?
- se to sir apnar puro cinematai asoley cinemata bechar jonno!
- na na, kothao ekta golmaal hochhey, karjokaron ta guliye jachhey... cinema toiri hobey bhabna ta fotanor jonno, lokey dekhbey ticket kete seta upori paona... karon ta prokash, fol ta taka.
- bigyaponey karon tao taka, fol tao taka. Aro honest approach holo kina?
- honest kikorey hobey? hotey bolchhi complete man kintu asoley portey bolchhi raymond er suit. eta ki honesty holo?
- hehe, oporadh neben na sir, mukhe mukhe tokko ... kintu mukhey bolchhi bachhadutor train dekha ki sundor kintu asoley bolchhi apnakey matinee ticket ta katun, etao to sir honesty holo na.
- ki jani panchkori, jukti hisabey temon felna noi, kintu kothao jeno mantey atkachhey. Taley ki bechakenai sob holo jiboney?
- chhoto mukh boro kotha sir, ahem.. madam key raji korate je apnar koto khosechhilo PC chandra-tey, bill gulo to amar haat diyei .. hehe
- PANCHKORIIII
- sorry sorry sir, dum korey beriye gechhey sir, amar je ki bodobhyes hoye gechhey na tata phone ta nebar por .. sudhu bokbok sudhu bokbok, bsnl niye nebo sir, tower fower hawa .. puro speak-ti not sir ...
- ....
- raag korlen sir?
- ...
- o sir?
- hmmm
- raag korlen sir? ektu lipton tea futiye debo sir?
- tomar .. tomar .. tomar ei saradin brand brand brand .. eta ekta biroktikor iye ekta ..
- s-s-s-sorry sir, baad din borong .... ki jeno bolchhilen sir? o haan... jibonta ki sudhui kenabecha? darun bolechen kintu sir, jai bolun, ekdom apnar mastercard er bangla punchline .. he he ... "jibonta ki sudhui kenabecha? hoito noi, jodi hoi? songe rakhun mastercard" ... he he ... excellent lagbey .. "
- ektu tv theke beriye eso panchkori, jibonta sudhu kotokgulo jinis potro noi, ektu bhabo...
- bhabi sir, roj bhabi,... kintu jinispotrer bairey je ki, setai bhebe uthtey parina
- keno parona? jibonta pahar-porbot, nodi-somudra, dukkho-bhalobasa, jonmo-mrityu, akash-batash..
- iswar er banano jinis .. kintu 'jinis' to, sir!
- manusher banano surf-soda to noi!!!
- manusher opor apnar eto raag keno sir?
- iswar to taka chan na esober bodoley!!!
- takar opor apnar eto raag keno sir?
- karon taka manushkey chhoto korey.
- baro-lok korey bolei jantam sir...
- ....
- raag korlen sir?
- ....
- o sir?
- ....
- sotti ebar BSNL niye nebo sir...
- achha, tomar tomar kokhono money hoi na? tumi morey gele ki hobey?
- roj money hoi sir, roj rattirey bhabi sir...
- ki? ki money hoi?
- oi.. morey gele ki hobey sir...
- ki hobey boley money hoi?
- samsung er notun LCD tv ta ... isss .. investment ta joley jabey sir..
- ar ki money hoi?
- reliance er 300 ta share ey kinechhilam sir, "subject to market risk.." bou ta sure thik somoye bechtey parbey na, loss kheye jabo sir
- ar tomar? tomar ki hobey money hoi na?
- egulo to amari sir..
- kintu egulo to tumi nao, eisob bad diye je tumi, tar ki hobey boley money hoi???
- tar jonno kono chinta nei sir...
- keno? keno suni?
- se ar nei sir, apnar oi bigyaponer birotir moto sir.. biroti-tai program ar program tai biroti hoye gechhey sir ....
- .....
- sir? o sir? ei rrrey! o sir!!!!!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Goli theke ....
Hridoyer oligoligulo mukh thubrey porchhey juktir rajpothey. Hridoyer ja swabhab, konodin dhal diye sajayni nijeke, konodin torowal saniye neyni asonno judhher kotha mathay rekhey. Se pagol kon matal haway abir chhurechhey akashey, kon dehati meyeke diye esechhey polasher tora, hiseb rakheni tar. Bhebechhilo ebhabei megh theke jemon bristi ar bashi theke jemon sur, jibon thekeo temni beriye asbey poth - jemon temon.
Asto hoito, paye cholar moto poth tuku esei jeto.
"Kintu se boddo ebro khobro, byatha lagbey paye"
"se je matir, tikbey agami borsha-y?"
"ekdin jodi plaboner nodi esey gras korey takey? palanor poth tuku pabena"
"kotodin hatbey ebhabey? khali paye?"
Juktir gochhano alokito nirdesh "dandikey 3 pa" - "soja 2 mile" - "baye ghurey laph marben chhotto, chokh bujey", "ebar chokh khulun astey, kheyal rakhben jatey besi alo na dhokey". Ei sob meney choltey choltey ekdin thik hridoy pouchhey giyechhey rajpothey.
"Six lane rajpoth mosai eta, kothay lagey apnar rajarhaat. Sai sai gari jachhey dekhechhen - lal nil holud kalo .. haat dekhan mosai, haat dekhan .. thambey na maney, sudhu jorey haat dekhan na kopaal thukey..... kotolok uthey porlo ebhabey garitey, ar apnar joto gorimosi ... "
"ki holo, o mosai, chollen kothay? "
"apnar sei paye hata rasta khujtey chollen naki abar?"
"arey o ar nei etodiney"
"ghabrey gelen naki? ei dekhun ghabrabar ki achhey ... eto baro 6 lane ... masti tey hatun na mosai, apnakey atkay ke?"
"ki bollen? se metho poth i apnar chai? ei muskil apnader mosai, unnoyon bojhen na, dinbodol bojhen na, nijer boyostuku to bujhun.. tateo na! .... #$#$#$ .. jaan jekhaney khusi jaan apni .. amar ki .... "
"jottosob, joteo amar kopaley!"
Asto hoito, paye cholar moto poth tuku esei jeto.
"Kintu se boddo ebro khobro, byatha lagbey paye"
"se je matir, tikbey agami borsha-y?"
"ekdin jodi plaboner nodi esey gras korey takey? palanor poth tuku pabena"
"kotodin hatbey ebhabey? khali paye?"
Juktir gochhano alokito nirdesh "dandikey 3 pa" - "soja 2 mile" - "baye ghurey laph marben chhotto, chokh bujey", "ebar chokh khulun astey, kheyal rakhben jatey besi alo na dhokey". Ei sob meney choltey choltey ekdin thik hridoy pouchhey giyechhey rajpothey.
"Six lane rajpoth mosai eta, kothay lagey apnar rajarhaat. Sai sai gari jachhey dekhechhen - lal nil holud kalo .. haat dekhan mosai, haat dekhan .. thambey na maney, sudhu jorey haat dekhan na kopaal thukey..... kotolok uthey porlo ebhabey garitey, ar apnar joto gorimosi ... "
"ki holo, o mosai, chollen kothay? "
"apnar sei paye hata rasta khujtey chollen naki abar?"
"arey o ar nei etodiney"
"ghabrey gelen naki? ei dekhun ghabrabar ki achhey ... eto baro 6 lane ... masti tey hatun na mosai, apnakey atkay ke?"
"ki bollen? se metho poth i apnar chai? ei muskil apnader mosai, unnoyon bojhen na, dinbodol bojhen na, nijer boyostuku to bujhun.. tateo na! .... #$#$#$ .. jaan jekhaney khusi jaan apni .. amar ki .... "
"jottosob, joteo amar kopaley!"
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Ekbar
Bhuley thako tumi achho.
Bhuley thako tomar bhetorer
oto baro gorto-takey,
jeta dekhlei ar sob chinta mathay othey tomar.
Ekdin raatey kon khuney-sahosey bhor diye
gortey mukh dhukiye haak diyechhiley....
tarpor kotokhon bosey chhiley protidhwanir ashay.
Aseni...
Ondhokaar sei pataler dewaley dhakka kheye kheye
ajo sei chitkaar hoito neme cholechhey nichey, aro nichey.
Bhebona.
Bhuley jao, sona.
Tar cheye ekta jokes bolo barong,
ektu banijyo bariye nao company r,
ekbar cha kheye eso barong bandhobir sathey.
Bechey thakar din baro olpo, rongin hoye bacho.
Jani thoter dan dikta beke jachhey hasitey.
Jani hitopodesh chhapano boitey sobha pay.
Jani onek chesta korechho, kintu protidin, roj, tinso
poesotti din sei eki gorter samney dariye .. ar parchhona tumi aj
Tobu jeno, jibon ekbar.
Tomar gorto, tomar ondhokar ar tumi...
Matro ekbar.
Bhuley thako tomar bhetorer
oto baro gorto-takey,
jeta dekhlei ar sob chinta mathay othey tomar.
Ekdin raatey kon khuney-sahosey bhor diye
gortey mukh dhukiye haak diyechhiley....
tarpor kotokhon bosey chhiley protidhwanir ashay.
Aseni...
Ondhokaar sei pataler dewaley dhakka kheye kheye
ajo sei chitkaar hoito neme cholechhey nichey, aro nichey.
Bhebona.
Bhuley jao, sona.
Tar cheye ekta jokes bolo barong,
ektu banijyo bariye nao company r,
ekbar cha kheye eso barong bandhobir sathey.
Bechey thakar din baro olpo, rongin hoye bacho.
Jani thoter dan dikta beke jachhey hasitey.
Jani hitopodesh chhapano boitey sobha pay.
Jani onek chesta korechho, kintu protidin, roj, tinso
poesotti din sei eki gorter samney dariye .. ar parchhona tumi aj
Tobu jeno, jibon ekbar.
Tomar gorto, tomar ondhokar ar tumi...
Matro ekbar.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Updating the backdateds
It's been some time since I took up my keyboard to scatter my confused thoughts in this blog. But worry you not, He has not abandoned you completely yet and here comes the sun.
In the meantime, while this blog was sleeping with its confused babbling on photography and romantic murmurs on light n shade a lot has happened on the home-front. Didi has come up big-time in Bengal chasing the red bull away, so much so that the red bull is having trouble gathering up grasses for living. Whichever pasture the red bull visits its either a farmer's land or a railway sector. Hence with much disgust and frustration the bull has gone to Laalgarh where neither farmers nor railways have ever reached. But Laalgarh have been taken up by the mao-cats these days and though both the red-bull and the mao-cats love Chinese dishes they disagree on the cooking methods. The mao-cats prefer crispy, fried and authentic chinese preparations whereas red-bull likes to marinate the food in democratic sauce before cooking. Since birth, on this silly point, they have always played cat-n-bull in many jungles of India, the latest being Laalgarh.
Bengal today - as always - is run by local guardians. When on one side Didi has triggered this tom and jerry show, Dada has come up with his organizer-administrator avatar. People from all across Bengal are rushing in to take a glimpse of Dada-the-reality-show-host, often they are so mesmerized by Dada's half-smiles that they forget to answer the equally silly question that comes along with it. Nevertheless it has been heard that Dada might help Bengal cricket in a big way as he is slowly crawling into board-rooms of CAB these days. However, we sincerely hope that Dadaism saves Bengal cricket as much as it saves Mr. Khan's hard-earned money from his hard-to-sit-through movies.
Rest on next. Chow...
In the meantime, while this blog was sleeping with its confused babbling on photography and romantic murmurs on light n shade a lot has happened on the home-front. Didi has come up big-time in Bengal chasing the red bull away, so much so that the red bull is having trouble gathering up grasses for living. Whichever pasture the red bull visits its either a farmer's land or a railway sector. Hence with much disgust and frustration the bull has gone to Laalgarh where neither farmers nor railways have ever reached. But Laalgarh have been taken up by the mao-cats these days and though both the red-bull and the mao-cats love Chinese dishes they disagree on the cooking methods. The mao-cats prefer crispy, fried and authentic chinese preparations whereas red-bull likes to marinate the food in democratic sauce before cooking. Since birth, on this silly point, they have always played cat-n-bull in many jungles of India, the latest being Laalgarh.
Bengal today - as always - is run by local guardians. When on one side Didi has triggered this tom and jerry show, Dada has come up with his organizer-administrator avatar. People from all across Bengal are rushing in to take a glimpse of Dada-the-reality-show-host, often they are so mesmerized by Dada's half-smiles that they forget to answer the equally silly question that comes along with it. Nevertheless it has been heard that Dada might help Bengal cricket in a big way as he is slowly crawling into board-rooms of CAB these days. However, we sincerely hope that Dadaism saves Bengal cricket as much as it saves Mr. Khan's hard-earned money from his hard-to-sit-through movies.
Rest on next. Chow...
Friday, April 17, 2009
Bisoy Sthir-chitro
Photography niye lekhar kono basona amar konodin i chhilona, prostab ta elo ek probasi bondhur kaachh theke. Asoley lekha, chhobi tola, gaan-ey sur dewa esob muloto eki prochesta r bivinno prokash boley ami money kori. Ichhey ta thakey nijeke prokash korar, ami ei muhurtey kemon achhi ba kuri bochhor agey kemon chhilam othoba ei muhurtey kemon thakley osombhob bhalo hoto etukui boktobyo. Er baireo je boktobyo thakey na ta noi, Somalia r sishuder niye gaan to bedhei feltey pari ami, kintu sekhaneo agey ami money money pouchhey jai tader jontronar upolobdhitey, tobei uthey asey amar protibader chitkar. Foley sorbojonin bisoygulo-o agey poribortito hoye othey byaktigoto upolobdhitey. Ei upolobdhi-r porjay obdi sob silpo ek jaygay thakey, tar porey jokhon asey takey prokash korar tarona tokhon proyojon hoi madhyomer. Tokhon keu tuli tuley ney, keu guitar.
Kintu joto sohojey boley fellam "tuli tuley ney", tototai kothin ei prokash er porjay ta. Moner modhye ojosro kotha gojgoj korey, abege olot-palot korey diye jay, kintu likhey felar por dekhi nehat i sukno diary r moto ghotona likhey gechi koyek pata. Othoba amar kalo canvas ey ragi lal er pochey mastan-er jantob rongbaji foteni, futechhey abirer rong jenoba. Ei hotasa thekei abar ekta gaan likhtey bosa, abar ekta porisromi kobita, kissu na hoye otha ekta chhobi.
Tai photography niye lekhar kotha bhabini. Karon seta hobey nehat i ekta madhyom key niye onno madhyomey alochona, boddo technical. Kintu porey bhablam je Photography kintu silper ei sadharon kathamo tar ekdom ulto dikey dariye thakey. Photography r khetrey ei prokriya ta suru hoi ulto dik thekey. Orthat silpo srishtir dhakka ta bhitor theke bairey na esey borong asey bairey theke bhitorey.
Dhora jaak maharashtrer uchu nichu pahar porbot periye cholechhi Shivaji r kono ek porityokto durg-er uddessey. Robbarer sundor sokal, songey cake-biscuit, fanta-r bottle, furufurey hawa dichhey bheja bataser, akash meghla. Syaola dhora pathor topkey topkey, jol kada mariye 3-4 km giye pouchholam sei kella-y. Ebar ei kellar chhobi kemon hobey, tatey modhyojuger itihaas futbey naki sundor landscape uthey asbey seta kintu nehat i jaygatar opor nirbhor korchhey. Ekey ghirey ojut sombhabona lukiye achhey jar modhye kon gulokey ami khujey nitey parlam tatei seta amar silpo hoye uthlo, kintu amar ei bodley nebar porisor ta ekhaney onek chhoto hoye asey. Je swadhinota ekjon painter er thakey, ekjon golpo-lekhok er thakey tar chhitey fotao thakey na photographer er jonno. Tai jonnei hoyto photographer er sobcheye baro muldhon tar obak hobar khomota, sohojei ujjibito hoye pora ebong druto mood-swing korey newa. Karon nijei dekhechhi je muhurtey purono kalo chhop chhop khilan dewa toron er chhobi tuli tar porer muhurtei peye jai sobuj syaola r opor chokchokey joler fota ar pormuhurtei hoito zoom lens lagiye taak korchhi kellar mathay bosa baj-pakhi key.
Obosyo ei landscape theke macro theke wild-life - erom druto bodley nebar swabhab ta onek besi thakey notun photographer der. Ektu obhigyo-ra nijeder style ta, nijeder subject ta bechhey niye thitu hoye jan somoyer songey songey. Foley eki Shivaji-r durg-er trip karo kachhey hoye othey syaola, fern, buno-ful er swargo; karo kachhey pakhi-r chhobir nischinto thikana, karo kachhey historic landscape abar karo kachhey fashion photography r adorso poshatpot. Kintu amra jodi bhebe ni je photographer ebhabey nijeke bedhey fele nijer srishtir pothgulokey songkirno kore anchhen taholey khub bhul bhabbo. Asoley tini tar obhigyotar modhye diye jene gechhen nijer sokti r dikta ebong nijer bhalobasar dik tao. Tai ekhon oi khudro porisorey tini jemon onek nischintey dub ditey paren, temni onek gobhireo choley jete paren durlobh moni-manikyer khojey. Jemon ekjon landscape photographer ei Shivaji r durgey firey firey asben sitey, grishmey, borshay, bosontey - ar dhorey felben bodley jawa roopguli. Emonki eki diner bivinno somoye alor rokom fer -ey kokhono dhora debe santi, kokhono bishad. Ar ei sukkhota gulo lokkho kortey holey je focus ta proyojon, seta kintu pakhir pichhoney dhawa korley jabey hariye.
Sobseshey amar nijer kotha bolar ektu sadh jagey. Ami chhobi tulchhi bochhor charek dhorey, nijer prothom camera-ta kinechhilam Infosys er chakri pabar por. Coolpix er ekta chhotto model, durdanto macro uthto setatey, bochhor khanek dhorey amar probol sikhanobisi-r jhor boyechhilo setir opor diye. Digital SLR kenar ekta swapno chhilo onekdin kintu proyojon ta thik poriskaar chhilo na, karon sob rokom chhobi i dibbi tuley beratam coolpix diye. Proyojon ta bujhlam ekdin Bangalore er lalbagh ey ekta kathberali r chhobi tultey giye, dekhlam amar shutter fela ar chhobi othar modhye somoyer phak ta eto besi je kathberali pogar paar. Er-o bochhor khanek porey nijer prothom digital SLR kinlam Mumbai theke, Canon EOS 350D. Kiney sathey sathei bujhlam tofat ta kotokhani chhilo, amar khub pochhonder camera chhilo seta. Khub halka, darun colour rendering, quick focus, chotto hatey-ete-jawa chehara - ar ki chay manush. Ekta kit lens chhilo 17-55, sathey kiney nilam ekta 75-300 zoom; money holo ar bisesh kichhu chai na jiboney.
Kintu hothat i er der bochhor porey ek somoy dekha gelo eki sathey ami jachhi Paris ar amar dada jachhey Japan. Or icchey chhilo ekta digital SLR jogar korar sostay, ar ami dekhlam Nikon er SLR gulo jeno ektu lobhoniyo lagchhey. Khanikta jhoker mathay kiney fellam Nikon D80 ar dadakey diye dilam 350 D ta. Dadar kachhey chhilo Nikon er ekta film SLR F80 ar duto sigma lens (24-70 ar 70-300) jegulo ami atmostho korlaam tai deal ta mondo holo na. D80 ta niye bari esey kintu khub hotash hoyechhilam, karon seta chhilo onek besi bhari ar grip ta amar haater cheye onekta baro, bhebechhilam kokhonoi maniye nitey parbo na ei ojoner sathey. Nikon ey tola chhobi gulo o aschhilo onyo rokom, kichhutei samley uthtey parchhilam na, prothombar Paris ghorar chhobigulo tai bisesh jomeni, camera r sathey lorai korei kete giyechhilo somoy. Porey deshey firey astey astey bhab-bhalobasa jonmalo D80 r sathey, Madhyapradesh trip ey tar fol o follo khanikta.
Er por ektu ektu korey bujhechhi lens ta koto dorkari jinis ekta SLR ey, dukhana pochhonder lens kinechhi Nikon-er - 18-75 3.5-4.5 ar 50mm 1.8. Dutoi darun. Wildlife photography r opor theke agroho ghurey gechhey portrait, landscape - jatiyo chhobir dikey, tai zoom lens kenar basona ekhon ar nei. Chhobi r technical dik gulo khanikta bujhtey sikhechhi, biseshoto alo-takey samlanor kayda gulo ropto korechhi khanikta, tatey anondo peyechhi bhison. McDonald er bigyaponer bhasay hoito bola jay "Photography! mmm.. I'm loving it!"
Kintu joto sohojey boley fellam "tuli tuley ney", tototai kothin ei prokash er porjay ta. Moner modhye ojosro kotha gojgoj korey, abege olot-palot korey diye jay, kintu likhey felar por dekhi nehat i sukno diary r moto ghotona likhey gechi koyek pata. Othoba amar kalo canvas ey ragi lal er pochey mastan-er jantob rongbaji foteni, futechhey abirer rong jenoba. Ei hotasa thekei abar ekta gaan likhtey bosa, abar ekta porisromi kobita, kissu na hoye otha ekta chhobi.
Tai photography niye lekhar kotha bhabini. Karon seta hobey nehat i ekta madhyom key niye onno madhyomey alochona, boddo technical. Kintu porey bhablam je Photography kintu silper ei sadharon kathamo tar ekdom ulto dikey dariye thakey. Photography r khetrey ei prokriya ta suru hoi ulto dik thekey. Orthat silpo srishtir dhakka ta bhitor theke bairey na esey borong asey bairey theke bhitorey.
Dhora jaak maharashtrer uchu nichu pahar porbot periye cholechhi Shivaji r kono ek porityokto durg-er uddessey. Robbarer sundor sokal, songey cake-biscuit, fanta-r bottle, furufurey hawa dichhey bheja bataser, akash meghla. Syaola dhora pathor topkey topkey, jol kada mariye 3-4 km giye pouchholam sei kella-y. Ebar ei kellar chhobi kemon hobey, tatey modhyojuger itihaas futbey naki sundor landscape uthey asbey seta kintu nehat i jaygatar opor nirbhor korchhey. Ekey ghirey ojut sombhabona lukiye achhey jar modhye kon gulokey ami khujey nitey parlam tatei seta amar silpo hoye uthlo, kintu amar ei bodley nebar porisor ta ekhaney onek chhoto hoye asey. Je swadhinota ekjon painter er thakey, ekjon golpo-lekhok er thakey tar chhitey fotao thakey na photographer er jonno. Tai jonnei hoyto photographer er sobcheye baro muldhon tar obak hobar khomota, sohojei ujjibito hoye pora ebong druto mood-swing korey newa. Karon nijei dekhechhi je muhurtey purono kalo chhop chhop khilan dewa toron er chhobi tuli tar porer muhurtei peye jai sobuj syaola r opor chokchokey joler fota ar pormuhurtei hoito zoom lens lagiye taak korchhi kellar mathay bosa baj-pakhi key.
Obosyo ei landscape theke macro theke wild-life - erom druto bodley nebar swabhab ta onek besi thakey notun photographer der. Ektu obhigyo-ra nijeder style ta, nijeder subject ta bechhey niye thitu hoye jan somoyer songey songey. Foley eki Shivaji-r durg-er trip karo kachhey hoye othey syaola, fern, buno-ful er swargo; karo kachhey pakhi-r chhobir nischinto thikana, karo kachhey historic landscape abar karo kachhey fashion photography r adorso poshatpot. Kintu amra jodi bhebe ni je photographer ebhabey nijeke bedhey fele nijer srishtir pothgulokey songkirno kore anchhen taholey khub bhul bhabbo. Asoley tini tar obhigyotar modhye diye jene gechhen nijer sokti r dikta ebong nijer bhalobasar dik tao. Tai ekhon oi khudro porisorey tini jemon onek nischintey dub ditey paren, temni onek gobhireo choley jete paren durlobh moni-manikyer khojey. Jemon ekjon landscape photographer ei Shivaji r durgey firey firey asben sitey, grishmey, borshay, bosontey - ar dhorey felben bodley jawa roopguli. Emonki eki diner bivinno somoye alor rokom fer -ey kokhono dhora debe santi, kokhono bishad. Ar ei sukkhota gulo lokkho kortey holey je focus ta proyojon, seta kintu pakhir pichhoney dhawa korley jabey hariye.
Sobseshey amar nijer kotha bolar ektu sadh jagey. Ami chhobi tulchhi bochhor charek dhorey, nijer prothom camera-ta kinechhilam Infosys er chakri pabar por. Coolpix er ekta chhotto model, durdanto macro uthto setatey, bochhor khanek dhorey amar probol sikhanobisi-r jhor boyechhilo setir opor diye. Digital SLR kenar ekta swapno chhilo onekdin kintu proyojon ta thik poriskaar chhilo na, karon sob rokom chhobi i dibbi tuley beratam coolpix diye. Proyojon ta bujhlam ekdin Bangalore er lalbagh ey ekta kathberali r chhobi tultey giye, dekhlam amar shutter fela ar chhobi othar modhye somoyer phak ta eto besi je kathberali pogar paar. Er-o bochhor khanek porey nijer prothom digital SLR kinlam Mumbai theke, Canon EOS 350D. Kiney sathey sathei bujhlam tofat ta kotokhani chhilo, amar khub pochhonder camera chhilo seta. Khub halka, darun colour rendering, quick focus, chotto hatey-ete-jawa chehara - ar ki chay manush. Ekta kit lens chhilo 17-55, sathey kiney nilam ekta 75-300 zoom; money holo ar bisesh kichhu chai na jiboney.
Kintu hothat i er der bochhor porey ek somoy dekha gelo eki sathey ami jachhi Paris ar amar dada jachhey Japan. Or icchey chhilo ekta digital SLR jogar korar sostay, ar ami dekhlam Nikon er SLR gulo jeno ektu lobhoniyo lagchhey. Khanikta jhoker mathay kiney fellam Nikon D80 ar dadakey diye dilam 350 D ta. Dadar kachhey chhilo Nikon er ekta film SLR F80 ar duto sigma lens (24-70 ar 70-300) jegulo ami atmostho korlaam tai deal ta mondo holo na. D80 ta niye bari esey kintu khub hotash hoyechhilam, karon seta chhilo onek besi bhari ar grip ta amar haater cheye onekta baro, bhebechhilam kokhonoi maniye nitey parbo na ei ojoner sathey. Nikon ey tola chhobi gulo o aschhilo onyo rokom, kichhutei samley uthtey parchhilam na, prothombar Paris ghorar chhobigulo tai bisesh jomeni, camera r sathey lorai korei kete giyechhilo somoy. Porey deshey firey astey astey bhab-bhalobasa jonmalo D80 r sathey, Madhyapradesh trip ey tar fol o follo khanikta.
Er por ektu ektu korey bujhechhi lens ta koto dorkari jinis ekta SLR ey, dukhana pochhonder lens kinechhi Nikon-er - 18-75 3.5-4.5 ar 50mm 1.8. Dutoi darun. Wildlife photography r opor theke agroho ghurey gechhey portrait, landscape - jatiyo chhobir dikey, tai zoom lens kenar basona ekhon ar nei. Chhobi r technical dik gulo khanikta bujhtey sikhechhi, biseshoto alo-takey samlanor kayda gulo ropto korechhi khanikta, tatey anondo peyechhi bhison. McDonald er bigyaponer bhasay hoito bola jay "Photography! mmm.. I'm loving it!"
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Ar ami
Durr durr, ja korchhi keno korchhi, kar jonno korchhi? Jara dekhchhey, sunchhey, porchhey, pith-chaprachhey, upodesh-dichhey tader du-minute er monojog akorshoner jonnoi ki amar bechey thaka? kotha bola? lekha - chhobi tola? Ki chai ami, asoley? ki chai ja mukh futey boltey na perey sudhui chhobi hatrai, kobita oltai, cinemay buud hoye jai. Hoito ja ami srishti kori, ja ami bornona kori, ja prokash kori sohomormitay - sei sob kichhur modhye diye ektai kotha boltey chai. Jemon Sandipan bolechhilen "amar lekhar songey songey amakeo doya korey ektu bhalobasun" - puro kepe giyechhilam line ta porey. Ki korey boley fellen Sandipan orom sohojey ekta kotha ja ami sarajibon dhorey bolar chesta korey jachhi ar sahos pachhi na. Hoito sobdo o khujey paini konodin ei kothata prokash korar moto. Somosto srishti key chorom noibortik bhabey bhasiye diyechhi manusher samney, jeno ogulo ek ekti nijoswo sotwa. Oder kono narir taan nei amar sathey, ora nijera jemon, jototuku sundor/sot/silpito tar jorei dariye thakbey ora. Ar ami? ami nei er modhye kothao. Ota bhalo lens kenar fol, omuk lekhata esechhilo ager din prochur depression er por, ota ekta kormohin dupurer fosol. Ebhabei kromosho ei sob srishtir theke durey sorey jai. Ar tai jokhon urey asey bhalo-mondo montobyo, bindumatro o chhuye jayna jeno kothao. Emonki jokhon oder periye bahobagulo urey asey amar silpi-sottar dikei, keu boley othey "tumi to darun chhobi tolo" , tokhono bindumatro anondo uthey asey na mukhey, jhilik diye othey na kono utsaho-bhalolaga.
Karon kothao jeno eisob srishtir theke onek durey, witty jokes er aral periye bari korey rekhechhi nijer. Sekhaney amar kono ostro nei tomader porasto korar moto, kono matal-gondhhi ful nei baganey. Sekhaney ami eka, opekkhomaan. Sekhaney je asbey se pordar por porda soriye soriye tar chokh jholsey debar somosto prochestakey sneher hasitey upekha korey asbey. Sekhaney je pouchhabey takey jokhon jiges korbo keno eley etodur, uttor khujey pabey na se. Angul diye chiniye debar moto kono bisishtotai ar obosishto nei sekhaney.
Chhotobelar golpo sonar moto ei abdaar amar. Jokhoni thakuma golpo boltey bosto, kibhabey Ganesh-dada lomba sur diye thakur ghorer konay rakha dorbesh tuley nilo chupti korey, ami thamiye diye boltaam "Ar ami?". Thakumao plot bodley bolten, ar tumi to songe songei royechho, tuley niyechho arekta dorbesh. Kintu golpo abar ek line egotei ami boley uthtam "Ar ami?". Kothao jeno golper ami alada hoye gechhey amar ami-r theke.
Jibontao ebhabei kete gelo, sob bhalobasa, somosto bondhu, protiti so-prosongso drishti jeno onno karo dikey choley gelo ... Ar ami? Ar ami? Ar ami?
Karon kothao jeno eisob srishtir theke onek durey, witty jokes er aral periye bari korey rekhechhi nijer. Sekhaney amar kono ostro nei tomader porasto korar moto, kono matal-gondhhi ful nei baganey. Sekhaney ami eka, opekkhomaan. Sekhaney je asbey se pordar por porda soriye soriye tar chokh jholsey debar somosto prochestakey sneher hasitey upekha korey asbey. Sekhaney je pouchhabey takey jokhon jiges korbo keno eley etodur, uttor khujey pabey na se. Angul diye chiniye debar moto kono bisishtotai ar obosishto nei sekhaney.
Chhotobelar golpo sonar moto ei abdaar amar. Jokhoni thakuma golpo boltey bosto, kibhabey Ganesh-dada lomba sur diye thakur ghorer konay rakha dorbesh tuley nilo chupti korey, ami thamiye diye boltaam "Ar ami?". Thakumao plot bodley bolten, ar tumi to songe songei royechho, tuley niyechho arekta dorbesh. Kintu golpo abar ek line egotei ami boley uthtam "Ar ami?". Kothao jeno golper ami alada hoye gechhey amar ami-r theke.
Jibontao ebhabei kete gelo, sob bhalobasa, somosto bondhu, protiti so-prosongso drishti jeno onno karo dikey choley gelo ... Ar ami? Ar ami? Ar ami?
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I wish...
I only really want to sleep and do nothing else for the rest of my life. It will be an everlasting slumber, deep, black, without any dreams, completely oblivious of the outside world, a meteor crashing by my window would not be able to bring me back. Is it death I am talking about, or rather is it not death that gives oneself such sublime opportunity? No, let it not be death, because death in its turn brings not only the pleasure of a cold, sound sleep, it brings cries and whispers (ah.. Bergman). Agreed, death brings smiles too, death brings joy, death brings freedom. We don't know what death brings to the dead, maybe nothing; and nothing was precisely what he waited for his whole life - to feel nothing, to eat nothing, to go to nowhere, to talk to none, to earn no money, to bear to responsibility, to do.. nothing. In a strange way death satisfies the dead man, just like I satisfy my former lover, by never calling her up, never dropping a letter, never caring to know where she is. The freedom of nothing.
But really, I did not mean to talk about death, I really hate it. Biologically, it's nothing but a machine breaking down, permanently, beyond repair. But the parts are reusable, my eyes light up little Rimpi's life, my kidney saves Mrs. D'Souza, my bones are a regular anatomy class display. Oh! you haven't donated your body? Well, then it will mingle into ground, the bacterias and the fungus will have a grand feast. The young green plants will drink me up. My hands will become flowers, my eyes will form the leaves, my heart (oh! tender heart) won't make anything better than a slice of dry bark.
But still, I do not wish death, it's a very chemical manifestation of my wishes. And I have always been a fierce protester against chemical sciences, right from the school days when they broke their back (and mine too) trying to implant the knowledge into me. But sleep, on the other hand is a nice, cozy, psychological solution. It will be well accepted I am sure; my mother will only make a slight fuss about my late rising, my friends will pour in hordes of missed calls ... ah how I love picturising the scene, me sleeping unceasingly, profoundly happy, my phone ringing on and on.. sms-s pouring in every five minutes... my boss calling up all my colleagues everyday only to know that I haven't come to office even today, because I slept too much again... slowly people will start forgetting me. There will be lesser and lesser talks about it everyday. Nobody will mention my name while planning a movie-out. The headlines will hit the television screens, the lives of people around me will take an U-turn, empires would crumble, wars would start and end, environmentalists will keep on updating the count-down for a total collapse. People will talk and chat and work and marry and die. People would think if they are happy or sad or good-humoured or aggressive or loving or greedy or a mixture of all of it.
But I will simply not wake up. Because, really, I can't care less.
But really, I did not mean to talk about death, I really hate it. Biologically, it's nothing but a machine breaking down, permanently, beyond repair. But the parts are reusable, my eyes light up little Rimpi's life, my kidney saves Mrs. D'Souza, my bones are a regular anatomy class display. Oh! you haven't donated your body? Well, then it will mingle into ground, the bacterias and the fungus will have a grand feast. The young green plants will drink me up. My hands will become flowers, my eyes will form the leaves, my heart (oh! tender heart) won't make anything better than a slice of dry bark.
But still, I do not wish death, it's a very chemical manifestation of my wishes. And I have always been a fierce protester against chemical sciences, right from the school days when they broke their back (and mine too) trying to implant the knowledge into me. But sleep, on the other hand is a nice, cozy, psychological solution. It will be well accepted I am sure; my mother will only make a slight fuss about my late rising, my friends will pour in hordes of missed calls ... ah how I love picturising the scene, me sleeping unceasingly, profoundly happy, my phone ringing on and on.. sms-s pouring in every five minutes... my boss calling up all my colleagues everyday only to know that I haven't come to office even today, because I slept too much again... slowly people will start forgetting me. There will be lesser and lesser talks about it everyday. Nobody will mention my name while planning a movie-out. The headlines will hit the television screens, the lives of people around me will take an U-turn, empires would crumble, wars would start and end, environmentalists will keep on updating the count-down for a total collapse. People will talk and chat and work and marry and die. People would think if they are happy or sad or good-humoured or aggressive or loving or greedy or a mixture of all of it.
But I will simply not wake up. Because, really, I can't care less.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Umberto Eco and the universe of books
In his famous book "The Name of The Rose", Mr Eco told us that the books talk to each other. Practically the whole novel was an celebration of this fact. The books, indeed talk to each other in a silent way, one book referring another, and that referring another ten on his turn, as if there exist a big white universe of them, you can start with any one and if you care to remember the references you will surely land on a bunch of them and then on a bigger bunch. Moreover the fun is that no two books will have the similar essence. I can start reading a rocking Sandipan Chatterjee story, where the hero quotes from "The Outsider", voila! I landed on an Algerian novel, and I really don't understand why the hero is so moody, so I look up the encyclopedia which says that this is a very "Existential" novel inspired by the philosophy popularized by Sartre. I can take up a book by Sartre and try to understand why there so much fuss about it. I am sure that will lead me to other philosophers, Aristottle, Plato, Socrates, Nietsze to name a few. In a different root it will also take me to early 19th century europe, to the politics, to the art revolutions, to the scientific expeditions, to you-never-know-where.
But really I do not look forward being such a learned man, so I will probably leave the trail and start reading the next story from my recently bought second-hand Sandipan Chatterjee collection, and again he picks up and throws a line from a Tagore song straight on my face. Next, as you rightly guessed, I am unloading the 16 volume Tagore Collection from my handsome book-case hitherto untouched by any living man. More I read Tagore, more I curse my luck, because there are again so many references of Old Sanskrit Literature, Kalidasa, Upanishad, Ramayana, Mahabharata, Baul songs, folk culture, Charyapaad, Baishnav Padabali, Shakespere, Keats and all the romantic english poets that it will probably take my whole life to go through them without considering the fact how many other books I have to read to resolve the references hidden in those.
Really Mr Eco was so correct, I can almost see his passionate ramblings on the labyrinths of his library, frantically jumping through the novels to plays, plays to newspaper articles, from articles to magazines, then to thrillers, then aircraft manuals, engineering science books, mathmatics books, Geometry, biography of Euclid, History of middle ages .... the list is never ending. This love and passion to read anything and everything, categorically, with utmost interest has made him such a unique writer. Most of the time he doesn't bother to build up a realistic plot, neither does he care to reach a "proper" climax. He happily hops around the immense printed media around him and that produces a 400 page book quite easily. For the reader, well, if he loves the circle of knowledge, it's a paradise for him.
But really I do not look forward being such a learned man, so I will probably leave the trail and start reading the next story from my recently bought second-hand Sandipan Chatterjee collection, and again he picks up and throws a line from a Tagore song straight on my face. Next, as you rightly guessed, I am unloading the 16 volume Tagore Collection from my handsome book-case hitherto untouched by any living man. More I read Tagore, more I curse my luck, because there are again so many references of Old Sanskrit Literature, Kalidasa, Upanishad, Ramayana, Mahabharata, Baul songs, folk culture, Charyapaad, Baishnav Padabali, Shakespere, Keats and all the romantic english poets that it will probably take my whole life to go through them without considering the fact how many other books I have to read to resolve the references hidden in those.
Really Mr Eco was so correct, I can almost see his passionate ramblings on the labyrinths of his library, frantically jumping through the novels to plays, plays to newspaper articles, from articles to magazines, then to thrillers, then aircraft manuals, engineering science books, mathmatics books, Geometry, biography of Euclid, History of middle ages .... the list is never ending. This love and passion to read anything and everything, categorically, with utmost interest has made him such a unique writer. Most of the time he doesn't bother to build up a realistic plot, neither does he care to reach a "proper" climax. He happily hops around the immense printed media around him and that produces a 400 page book quite easily. For the reader, well, if he loves the circle of knowledge, it's a paradise for him.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Boi dakchhey boi
Boimela ghurey elam ei robbar. Boimela jemon hoi ar ki, onek boi, olpo khabar, prochur dhulo. Footpath bash diye ghera, bus-er uporey sada kagojey sata "Boimela Jaibey". Boimelay theme song "Boi dakchhey boi" - ta ar boltey, boi boikei dakey manush-key ar dakey koi. Theme country Scotland-er pellay stall - british library-r boitey poripurno, ektio bikrir jonno noi, minute pachek-er besi daraley urdi-pora darowan khediye boley "samney, samney". Latin America r stall-ey Castro-Che-Marquez er poster chhoto-baro sada-kalo, ojotner molatey sirnokay du-ekti bangla boi "Latin Americar biplob" - jatiyo. Germany-Sweden -er stall o tothoibocho .. tobu erai amader boimelar sompod, anorjatik bolar rasta-ta to erai korey dilo.
Oxford bookstore, Starmark, International, Chakraborty Chaterjee royechhey protibarer motoi, sudrissyo boi er posra niye, jhokjhokey print er boigulo kenar jonno net-savy dero haat nispis korey. Pora-ta onno prosongo, osob prosno korben na doya korey. Penguin er stall ey dhukey sottikarer mon bhorlo, ei bohu prachin prokasona songosthati ajo soman gorimar sathey ujjwal,lekhak-er talikati jemon sombhrom jagay, prochhod, prokasonar maan-o temni uchu, money achhey jiboney prothom Penguin-Black Classics-ey Dostoevsky-r "Crime and Punishment" kenar kotha, ajo molater chhobita chokhey bhasey. Tobey onnyannyo bar jeno Penguin er stall ta arektu baro hoto, aro onek rokom boi, soru pocket books pawa jeto, segulo ebar khujey pelam na.
Er bairey boimela-r sottor sotangso dokan bivinno bangla prokasona songosthar. Ebong proti-barer moto ebaro aro ekbar onubhob korlaam kothay porey achhi amra. Ojotner badhai, kaj-cholti prochhod ar molin pristha "rekhechhe bangali korey". Dey's -er proti amar chirokaal-er ekta pichhutaan kobitar boi-er jonno, tadero jeno bhanga haat - notun kono prokashito boi chokhey elo na.
Deb-sahityo-kutir ey dhokar proyojon bodh korini, karon bhitorer drisyo-ti bodol hobar kono lokkhon dekhini goto pach bochhorey. Ananda obosyoi er modhye ujwal byatikrom - bina dwidhay boltey pari ei ekti matro publication bangla boi-er jonno gorbo kortey sekhay. Jokhon afsosher songey dekhi Manik Bandyopadhay, Tarashankar, Jibonanondo -r boiyer chehara-gulo kutir-silper porjay peroyni ajo, tokhon prarthona kori Ananda kobey ei copyright gulo kinbey jatey ekso bochhor porey holeo amra enader joggo somman-tuku ditey pari; enara je Dickens-Tolstoy-Keats er cheye kono ongsey kom non ebong ei sompodguli obohelar holud molatey noi, chamrar badhai-tey sonar joley prokaash kora uchit se bodh amader kobey hobey ke janey. Jani er uttorey sobcheye baro jukti publishing house gulor hoto-doridro obostha, bangla boi-er bikri din din komtey thaka, bangla boi-er theke manusher mukh firiye newa. Kintu akrishto hobar moto notun lekha ba purono classic gulor bornomoy packaging na holey e obostha bodlanor kono lokkhon dekhi na.
Er sathey ar ekta dorkari jinis holo prochar, notun ki sara jagano uponyas berolo banglay tar khobor amra pray kichhui pai na. Ebochhorer Academy-puroshkaar, Bonkim-puroshkar ba Rabindra-puroshkaar kara pelen ta niye ek column er besi khobor beroyna kothao. Ami sedin onek bhebe chinteo money kortey parlaam na, notun kon bangali lekhok-kobi-ouponyasik sara jagano ki likhechhen goto du-ek bochhorey, sahityo-mohol er bairey ei khobor gulo procharito na holey keboli purano-r chokrei ghurey mortey hobey amader ar banglar publisher-der dirghoswas-ey dhulo urbey anorjatik boimelay.
Tobey amader ei ekmatro aj-obdi-jibito ohonkaar-ti ebar ektu jaiga peyechhey haat-pa chhoriye bosar. Duson ebong utsaho duyer modhye hoito seshmesh ekta samonjossyo ana gelo, matha-dhaka hall, koyekti porichhonno bathroom amader metho mela-key sohorer mukh dekhalo, kintu aro onek poth ekhono chola baki ar jabar agey doya korey tiffin box ta bhulben na karon boimelar khabar-ta ... just khawa jay na!
Oxford bookstore, Starmark, International, Chakraborty Chaterjee royechhey protibarer motoi, sudrissyo boi er posra niye, jhokjhokey print er boigulo kenar jonno net-savy dero haat nispis korey. Pora-ta onno prosongo, osob prosno korben na doya korey. Penguin er stall ey dhukey sottikarer mon bhorlo, ei bohu prachin prokasona songosthati ajo soman gorimar sathey ujjwal,lekhak-er talikati jemon sombhrom jagay, prochhod, prokasonar maan-o temni uchu, money achhey jiboney prothom Penguin-Black Classics-ey Dostoevsky-r "Crime and Punishment" kenar kotha, ajo molater chhobita chokhey bhasey. Tobey onnyannyo bar jeno Penguin er stall ta arektu baro hoto, aro onek rokom boi, soru pocket books pawa jeto, segulo ebar khujey pelam na.
Er bairey boimela-r sottor sotangso dokan bivinno bangla prokasona songosthar. Ebong proti-barer moto ebaro aro ekbar onubhob korlaam kothay porey achhi amra. Ojotner badhai, kaj-cholti prochhod ar molin pristha "rekhechhe bangali korey". Dey's -er proti amar chirokaal-er ekta pichhutaan kobitar boi-er jonno, tadero jeno bhanga haat - notun kono prokashito boi chokhey elo na.
Deb-sahityo-kutir ey dhokar proyojon bodh korini, karon bhitorer drisyo-ti bodol hobar kono lokkhon dekhini goto pach bochhorey. Ananda obosyoi er modhye ujwal byatikrom - bina dwidhay boltey pari ei ekti matro publication bangla boi-er jonno gorbo kortey sekhay. Jokhon afsosher songey dekhi Manik Bandyopadhay, Tarashankar, Jibonanondo -r boiyer chehara-gulo kutir-silper porjay peroyni ajo, tokhon prarthona kori Ananda kobey ei copyright gulo kinbey jatey ekso bochhor porey holeo amra enader joggo somman-tuku ditey pari; enara je Dickens-Tolstoy-Keats er cheye kono ongsey kom non ebong ei sompodguli obohelar holud molatey noi, chamrar badhai-tey sonar joley prokaash kora uchit se bodh amader kobey hobey ke janey. Jani er uttorey sobcheye baro jukti publishing house gulor hoto-doridro obostha, bangla boi-er bikri din din komtey thaka, bangla boi-er theke manusher mukh firiye newa. Kintu akrishto hobar moto notun lekha ba purono classic gulor bornomoy packaging na holey e obostha bodlanor kono lokkhon dekhi na.
Er sathey ar ekta dorkari jinis holo prochar, notun ki sara jagano uponyas berolo banglay tar khobor amra pray kichhui pai na. Ebochhorer Academy-puroshkaar, Bonkim-puroshkar ba Rabindra-puroshkaar kara pelen ta niye ek column er besi khobor beroyna kothao. Ami sedin onek bhebe chinteo money kortey parlaam na, notun kon bangali lekhok-kobi-ouponyasik sara jagano ki likhechhen goto du-ek bochhorey, sahityo-mohol er bairey ei khobor gulo procharito na holey keboli purano-r chokrei ghurey mortey hobey amader ar banglar publisher-der dirghoswas-ey dhulo urbey anorjatik boimelay.
Tobey amader ei ekmatro aj-obdi-jibito ohonkaar-ti ebar ektu jaiga peyechhey haat-pa chhoriye bosar. Duson ebong utsaho duyer modhye hoito seshmesh ekta samonjossyo ana gelo, matha-dhaka hall, koyekti porichhonno bathroom amader metho mela-key sohorer mukh dekhalo, kintu aro onek poth ekhono chola baki ar jabar agey doya korey tiffin box ta bhulben na karon boimelar khabar-ta ... just khawa jay na!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Bisuddho nirbaner pothey
Arctic er roudro-hin sitolota obosh korey dey amakey. Hoito kono romhorshok golper nayoker duronto adventure er songi hoye bhese cholechhi iceberg er pithey chepe. Choturdikey nirmom sada borofer pahar, payer nichey seetol somudro jeno thanda agun. Raat. Ei ratrir nei gohon kalo goponiyota, nei ghumparani gaaner moto madok ondhokaar. Ekhaney hospital er bed ey suye thaka nistej klanto suryer mrito abha borofer gaye dhakka kheye kheye firey jay. Chhoriye diye jay ek klanto, neel ondhokaar.
Ei sob sada borofer golpo, hothat hana dewa tushar-jhor, thanday oxyzen komey asar climax ami sochorachor eriye choli. Jekono golper boier uporey kono sada prochhod thakley kenar agey porey niy pichhonta. Othocho sadar sathey amar temon birodh nei. Jodio swet-pathor amay tanena temon, taj-mahal er cheye humayun-er somadhiti-i besi gorimamoy money hoi, kintu id-er diney hajar hajar sada kurta pora upasonar chhobi dekhey mugdho hoye jai. Je sob film er poster-ey sada background er opor heroine er mukh ta bhese thakey, ami ektu dariye jai segulo dekhey, ektu toliye dekhi film ta dekhtey jabar sombhabona.
Tai somosya ta bodhoi sadar sathey noi, somosya ta sitolotar sathey. Ek ekta rong asoley ek ek rokom onubhuti jagiye toley, neel-sada egulo thanda rong, sitolotar dyotyok, odikey ujjwal holud-laal-er abha aney ushnotar sporsho. Ar ami keno jani na, hoito chhotobela thekei ektu roga-bhoga, khinokaya chhele boley alo-ushnota-agun-rod-kora gondher proti amar akorshon khub. Money achhey amader barir dotolaar shobar ghorey poschimer janla diye protibesir chhad topkey, baranda goley seetkaler tercha rod ese porto bichhanay. Ar ami ar ma dupurey khawa dawar por, hoi ekta boi niye kimba anondomelar notun ekta songoskoron niye bostaam rodey pith diye. Komlalebur khosa chhariye du angul diye chapley khosay jomey thaka joler foyara dekhtey petam rod ey dhorley. Obodharito bhabey ekta-duto atosh kaach niye chesta korey jetam khoborer kagojey agun dhoranor ar obak hoye bhabtaam archimedes-er koto baro atosh kaach chhilo je sob roman soinyo der jahajey agun dhoriye diyechhilo! Astey astey bela barto, rod ta bichhna chherey mejhetey giye porto ar tarpor ekdom komjori hoye eley janla bondho hoye jeto moshar bhoye.
Tokhon dourey choley jetam chhadey, dekhtam sada-fyakashey kolkatar akash muchhey dichhey bechara surya ke ar tar sathey jholokey jholokey firiye dichhey thanda batas. Eisob uttor sohortolir chapa-chupi dewa jibon, bikeley concrete er chhader dewal-ey ball chhurey chhurey nijer songey khela, parar kono dadar sathey chhadey hutopati korey cricket kokhono sokhono ar muloto nijer sathey ojosro kotha boley jawa - jeno sei nilchey-sada rong takei futiye toley money. Tar modhye ektu praner ushnota niye asto oi roddurer dupur-gulo. Aj jokhon chhobi tultey jai dekhi sei tercha aloi kono amogh akorshoney tantey thakey amay. Ujjwal holud rod - kokhono paharer gaye tar alulayito sorir, kokhono kellar siri diye kishorir moto lafiye namey se, kokhono ba jongoley patar phak diye lukochuri khele jay. Ar ami - tar mogno premik, onusoron kori nirobey, bina prorochonay.
Rabindranath-er japan-jatrir diary-te bornona chhilo ek japani silpir aka ekti chhobir. Jekhaney ekjon ondho manush haat bariye protyokkho korchhey bhorer surya-key. Rabindranath likhechhilen chhobita dekhey tnaar money pore gechhlo "tamaso ma jyotir-gamayo, asado ma sad-gamayo, mrityu ma amrito-gamayo". Amay bhison bhabey nara diyechhilo ei ongsota, school jetey jetey nijer money aoratam "tamasoooo ma jyotirgamayoooo", ondhokaar theke jeno alor dikey jatra korbo amio. Money hoto sei ondho manushtar moto jeno haat bariye bosey royechhi, keu tene niye jabey aloy.
Ebhabei bhitorer alo ar bairer alo miley-mishey gechhey jiboney. Kokhono alo khujtey khujtey choley gechhi canvas er bairey theke jiboner bhitorey, kokhono ba keu ujjwal korey diye gechhey antar - ujjwal hoyechhey pariparswik-o. Tai bolchhilam, sitolotakey baro bhoy amar - takey eriye, periye, topkey choley jawai amar jibon. Dekha jaak - suronger seshey alo khujey pai kina.
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