Aajker T2 te ekta obhutopurbo jinis dekhlam. Ek jhank chhoto-chhoto shishuder chobi. Norom swasthojjol gaal. Tultule maari ber kore okatore haschhe. Notun marble-er moto chokchoke chokhguloy ei sundor prithibi ta ke dekhte pabar alo. Dekhei sokkal-sokkal amar mon tao uthlo hese. Coffee-r cup haate besh onnekkhon dhore khuntiye dekhlam oder chhobi. Karo boro-boro chokh… karo kopale kajoler tip… karo motku double-chin er bhaare mukh ta hnaa kora… ekjon to abar dibbi ghomta tene punchki bou sejechhe. 28 din theke 1 bochhor --- sobkotai mon-bhalo-kora mukh.
Aloshyo bhore oder mukh dekhte dekhte mone pore galo kichhudin agei dekha arekta sundor mukher katha. Telegrapher-i front page-e dekhechhilam. Tuktuke rong, norom sonali chul ,fola-fola golapi gaal, khudi-khudi sajano daant, chhotto chyapta naak. Haate ekta lal ball. Chokh ta kamon r dekha hoyni. Kannay boja chhilo chokher pata. Mukhe hasi-r bodole chhilo bhoy. Atonko. Baba-Ma ke haranor onubhuti hobar moto boyos hoyni. Tai dukkho chhilo na lege. Shudhu bhoy. Goto-dingulor bibhishikay ojhor dharay kende cholechhilo kromagoto.
Rabbi r Rivka ar nei. Roye gachhe shudhu Moshe. Sei 2 bochhorer shishu-r je mukh ami sedin dekhechhi, ei ato hasi mukh-o bhuliye dite pareni tar chhobi. Barbar mone pore jachhilo Moshe-er pithe chhap fela 5ta anguler katha. R ghrina-r songe onubhob korchhilam bismoy. Moshe-er gaaye-pithe oi chhap keu felte pare? Keu sojhyo korte pare or oi golapi gaal diye goriye pora chyat-chyate chokher jol? Oi ghumonto shishu ke jor kore ghum theke tule or samnei nirdwidhay keu korte pare or Baba-Ma’r hotya? Ora ki kala? Ora ki ondho? Ora ki pagol? Naki sottiy manob sobhyota-r jontrikoron hoye gachhe?
Kichukkhon pore Moshe bhule jay. Khelte thake oi lal ball ta niye. Kintu amra ki kore bhulbo? Kano bhulbo? Kichhu ekta somadhan ber na kore ki kore roj raate dibbi ghumiye pori amra? Ekbaro mone hoy na je agami prithibi-r jonne ki rekhe jachhi? Amader porer projonmo ke ki debo? Hingsa? Bidwesh? Sontras?
Manush bodhoy born-optimists. Tai Mosher oi mukh dekhar poreo ajker hasimukh gulo dekhe notun kore bhalo lage. Notun kore swopno dekhar bhorsa pai, ashwas pai… amader jonno, oder jonno…
Amra jani na
Ek shotabdi poreo e prithibi benche thakbe kina
Amra jani na
Moha-plabone bhese jabe kina sheshotomo jibon
Amra jani na
Somosto seema-i ekdin hobe kina Hiroshima
Amra jani na
Himalay abar doob debe kina Tethys sagore
Amra jani na
Amader sokoler-i nokh hoye jabe kina dharalo chhuri
Amra jani na
Bhalobasar katha shunlei sobai bodhir ar ondho hoye jabe kina
Amra jani na
Mukti shobdo ti shudhu lekha thakbe kina itihaser patay
Amra jani na
Itihas rochonar jonne thakbe kina kono oitihasik
Amra jani na
Ekdin shesh hoye jabe kina sob proshno
Tobu amra ek sundor prithibi-r swopno dekhe jabo
Amra agami prithibi-r jonno diye jabo amader gham o oshru
Amra poroborti der jonno rekhe jabo ontoto ekti swopner upohar.
(AGAMI PRITHIBI’R JONNO--- Sunil Gangopadhyay.)
Aloshyo bhore oder mukh dekhte dekhte mone pore galo kichhudin agei dekha arekta sundor mukher katha. Telegrapher-i front page-e dekhechhilam. Tuktuke rong, norom sonali chul ,fola-fola golapi gaal, khudi-khudi sajano daant, chhotto chyapta naak. Haate ekta lal ball. Chokh ta kamon r dekha hoyni. Kannay boja chhilo chokher pata. Mukhe hasi-r bodole chhilo bhoy. Atonko. Baba-Ma ke haranor onubhuti hobar moto boyos hoyni. Tai dukkho chhilo na lege. Shudhu bhoy. Goto-dingulor bibhishikay ojhor dharay kende cholechhilo kromagoto.
Rabbi r Rivka ar nei. Roye gachhe shudhu Moshe. Sei 2 bochhorer shishu-r je mukh ami sedin dekhechhi, ei ato hasi mukh-o bhuliye dite pareni tar chhobi. Barbar mone pore jachhilo Moshe-er pithe chhap fela 5ta anguler katha. R ghrina-r songe onubhob korchhilam bismoy. Moshe-er gaaye-pithe oi chhap keu felte pare? Keu sojhyo korte pare or oi golapi gaal diye goriye pora chyat-chyate chokher jol? Oi ghumonto shishu ke jor kore ghum theke tule or samnei nirdwidhay keu korte pare or Baba-Ma’r hotya? Ora ki kala? Ora ki ondho? Ora ki pagol? Naki sottiy manob sobhyota-r jontrikoron hoye gachhe?
Kichukkhon pore Moshe bhule jay. Khelte thake oi lal ball ta niye. Kintu amra ki kore bhulbo? Kano bhulbo? Kichhu ekta somadhan ber na kore ki kore roj raate dibbi ghumiye pori amra? Ekbaro mone hoy na je agami prithibi-r jonne ki rekhe jachhi? Amader porer projonmo ke ki debo? Hingsa? Bidwesh? Sontras?
Manush bodhoy born-optimists. Tai Mosher oi mukh dekhar poreo ajker hasimukh gulo dekhe notun kore bhalo lage. Notun kore swopno dekhar bhorsa pai, ashwas pai… amader jonno, oder jonno…
Amra jani na
Ek shotabdi poreo e prithibi benche thakbe kina
Amra jani na
Moha-plabone bhese jabe kina sheshotomo jibon
Amra jani na
Somosto seema-i ekdin hobe kina Hiroshima
Amra jani na
Himalay abar doob debe kina Tethys sagore
Amra jani na
Amader sokoler-i nokh hoye jabe kina dharalo chhuri
Amra jani na
Bhalobasar katha shunlei sobai bodhir ar ondho hoye jabe kina
Amra jani na
Mukti shobdo ti shudhu lekha thakbe kina itihaser patay
Amra jani na
Itihas rochonar jonne thakbe kina kono oitihasik
Amra jani na
Ekdin shesh hoye jabe kina sob proshno
Tobu amra ek sundor prithibi-r swopno dekhe jabo
Amra agami prithibi-r jonno diye jabo amader gham o oshru
Amra poroborti der jonno rekhe jabo ontoto ekti swopner upohar.
(AGAMI PRITHIBI’R JONNO--- Sunil Gangopadhyay.)
ওদের জন্য কালা, অন্ধ বা পাগল শব্দগুলো ব্যবহার করিস না!
ReplyDeleteওগুলো সব একসাথে হলেও অনেকে মানুষই থাকে। মনের দিক থেকে অন্ততঃ।
ওদের মনটাই তো বিষিয়ে গেছে!
Visual treat, indeed Mate!
ReplyDeleteAar tor jodi erom ekta bachchha hoye, I'll babysit it all. Dhaar niteo paari. Dish kintu, selfish-pona korechho ki mar khabe!
Tui jokhon shordi'te ghnyad ghnyad korbi half of the year, which you do, tor bachchha shamlabo ami. Bole rakhlam. Deal deal :)
@Nachiketa: বিষিয়ে যাওয়া তো আগের step... ওদের মন মরে গেছে। বিষের after-effect বোধহয়...
ReplyDelete@Zephyr:Taare Zamin Par-er promise ta ami seriously-i niyechhilam last year. so no stepping back. se tomar nijer puchke jotoi byasto kore rakhuk na kano... A word IS a word!! mone thake jano!
ete amal puchki tao ache. or chhobi dekhish kintu !!!!
ReplyDeleteContent was okay-okay.
ReplyDeleteLittle cliched.
It's been a really dirty habit of mine to stick to my aesthetics. Anyway, this does not seem to be like a blog of life anyway. It seems to be about art.
Art.
My obsession, art. Try making contents artistic. Agami projonmo will NOT inherit ANYTHING other than our aesthetics from this article.Pink cheeks shall be cuddled at other times, let's juxtapose it with bleeding thighs pierced by sharpnels.
And wait for silence to occupy the void.
i have no enmity with cliches.
ReplyDeletei write what i feel and i am that way... just dont like to reject anything only to defy conventions and cliches.
unlike you, my obsession is with life, not art. i was personally affected my Moshe's face that day. but then, why am i explaining... who ARE you, by the way?? :)