Mohaloyar Porer Din

Pujo pokkho pore geche. Bari jete paanch din baki. R thakte bhalo lagchhe na ekhane. Pran ta sobsomoy palai palai korchhe. Kolkatay onek kichhui achhe. Boro boro shopping mall,onek gari, onek facilities r amenities - kintu mon ta j keno oi Cd parar adhbhanga quarter ta tei phire jete chay! 

Oi math ta, oi salgaachhgulo, oi nistobdho dupurgulo, oi paji bondhugulo jara peechone na lagle r omritobochon na sonale ektuo bhalo lagey na, jar-tar bari adda mara, bari theke ber kore dile maathe-raastay adda mara, oshomoye bari phire maayer chokhrangani, tarpor obelay khete boshe abishkar kora j maao na kheye boshe achhe, babar kaachhhe abdar, dadar songe khunsuti - mon ta j kichutei 'Pantaloons', 'Shoppers' Stop' r 'Pizza Hut' dekhe bhulte chay na. Modern School er samner math ta etodine hoyto kaash phool e bhore geche.. Digonte neel akasher gaaye sada chhenra megh..Maathe pandal ta hoyto sesher dike..Bansher kathamota ekhono kapore jorano hoyni..Kota jama kota juto kena holo gunte guntei dingulo kete jay..Ghordor porishkar hochhe..notun porda..notun chador..charidike sobkichu notun..Utsober agomone sobar mone anonder porosh..Maa aaschhe... 




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1st May, May Day

C. K. markete chaayer dokaner chhotto Alim. Puro naam Alamgir. 8-10 bochhor boyos. Medinipur na kothay bari. Udoyasto lok k khawachhe, fai-formash khatchhe, khodderer ba dokaaner maliker mukh jhamta khachhe, onno dokaner somoboyosi chheleder songe adda dichhe noy jhogra korchhe...nijer pet chalachhe. Ekdin jigesh korechhilam porashona kore ki na, r ki ki kore. Bheeshon shondigdho hoye porechhilo. Shabhabik. Cha- rooti-r baire odorkari proshno korle shondeho to korbei..... 

Amar barir maliker 24 ghontar kajer meye- Saraswati. Tar-o boyosh 8-10 er kachhakachhi. Barite aro bhai-bon achhe. Ekta ek-der bochhorer boro didi achhe- tar biye hoye geche. Keu porasona kore na. Saraswati ekhane thake. Bari jay na. Kotodin bari jayni- janina. Or maa du jaygay jatayat kore. Amader ekhane jhat-tat dyay. Saraswati k jiges korechhilam - 'Tor porashona korte, khela korte ichhe kore na?' Khub lajuk mukhe uttor dilo - 'Hyan, kore.' Tarpori chhute opore chole gelo - onek kaj baki..... 

Aaj May dibosh. Chhuti. Sokal theke City Centre e khub bheer. Amra shikkhito alokprapto manushera anondo kore berachhi. kal abar office jete hobe bole ha-hutash korchi. Amra porashona kore onek boro hoyechi. Amader tai boro boro dukkho, boro boro frustation. Chhuti pai na, salary bare na, cell phone ta purono hoye geche, colleague on-site jachhe - ami keno parlam na... etc, etc. Amader somoy kothay dekhar kon bachcha May diboshe cha dichhe na rannaghore bashon majchhe?

February 10, Saturday

Shonibarer olosh sokal. Sara soptaher kormobyastotar por aaj deri kore ghum theke othar din. Chokh khule dekhi fanka ghor - roommate bari chole geche. Konomote uthe daant maja - totokkhone PG-r baki meyeder breakfast cholchhe. Jolkhabar khete chollum blocker peechone CK Markete. Okhane luchir dokane roj sokale duti luchi amar boraddo. Aaj kagoj porte porte ekta luchi beshii kheye fellam. Tarpor boro bhaanre cha. Dokanira amay chine geche. Ami bolar agei jinis diye dyay.

Tarpor PG-te phire bichhanay boshe khuntiye khuntiye kagoj pora. Onekkhon por hothat upolobdhi - kagoje notun khobor ashole kichui nei. Okarone hai othe. Mobile-ta beje uthlo - Maa-er phone. Khanikkhon golpo chole - barir golpo, parar golpo, parar neri kukurtar golpo.....
Onek odorkari kotha - proyojoner maapkathite jeshob nitantoi faltu - kintu jeshob kothar shudhumatro thaka bolei thaka - jegulor oproyojonitai jeebone ekta alada matra ene dyay.
Saatpaanch bhabte bhabte mone pore T.V-r remote niye Dada-r songe marpit, sokale taratari uthte bolay Maa-er songe jhogra, Baba-r songe Mondoler dokaane dalbora aante jaoa, bikelbelay paribarik cha-er aashor aar Maa-er aador...

Hothat hurmuriye uthi. O Maa! Ghumiye porechhilam! Barota baaje! Ebaar snan korte jete hobe. Keu tara debar nei. Tobuo keno j ja ichha tai korte pari na!
Paasher ghor theke tokhon bheshe aaschhe -
"Ei ekla ghor amar desh,
Amar ekla thakar obbhesh......"

Pome

The City

These walls of brick want to say something to me.

That dusty grey road wants to say something too.

This City is yelling every moment -

Yet, it has lost its voice.

The whole day

those vehicles run to and fro;

These people are toiling day and night.

This city is awake every second -

It doesn't know how to rest.

I hear the groaning of the prisoned bricks,

I hear the lament of the aimless road.

The humans have forgotten to cry...

Have the machines taken over?

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