Pujor Lekha ~ Porbo 1

                                                  

 || Durgapur ||

Robibaarer ek nijhum dupur.
Rannaghorer paat chukiye barisuddho lok bhaatghum dichhe. Barir saamner maath tay ekdol chhele cricket khelche. Majhe majhe tader cheetkar bheshe asche. Byarar kachhe unchu neemgaachtay kono ekta pakhi onekkhon dhore "tee tee" kore daakche. Bagaane ekdol chhatare onekkhon dhore gondogol pakiyeche. Ektu aagey ek poshla brishti hoye gelo. Chaardike ekta bhije bhije thanda thanda bhab. Gaayer chadorta arektu muriye boshlam.

Borshakaal pray sesh hote chollo. Bhaadro maash pore geche. Kokhono chora rode, kokhono jhoop kore koyek poshla brishti. Borshar monmora syatsyate bhabta katiye uthchhe aste aste. Choturdike jeno ekta chaapa anondo. Pujo aschhe.

Pujor agey ei j du-teen maash dhore ekta bishaal prostuti, bheeshone bhalo lagey.
Pujor ghondhota chaarpaashe ekhono pawa jachhe na. Aro koyekdin por theke pawa jabe. Tobe poronto bikeler mithekora rode aalto kore chhunye ekta aaraamer resh rekhe jay. Borshar jol kheye gaachpala gulo daalpala chhoriye bishaal hoye uthechhe. Purono diner nayikar moto hrito gourober chinho niye dariye thaka M.A.M.C.*-r jaygay jaygay jongol. Seisob saal-segun-akondo-parthenium-er jongoler neshadhorano buno gondho chhoriye achhe baataashe. Jodi chokh bondho kore chup kore kaan paato, tahole shunte paabe ogonito apaato nisshobdo jeeber kolahol. Taara nijeder jeebone boroi byasto. Jhogra maramari kore noshto korar moto somoy taader nei. Jholmole sobujer pote thakur gora ekhon maajhpothe. B2** Bajaarer kumor plastic r baansh diye chhauni baniyeche, aadhgora thakurer  murtigulo k brishtir haath theke banchabar jonne. Bishwakormar murti pray hoyei geche. Maa Durga r pobibaarer bakider haath-paa complete.

Mamra^ bajaare bheeshon bheer. Eke kaal Eid. Tay abar ekhon theke dorjir dokaane line na lagaale pujor dine monomoto jamakapor porar asha chharte hobe.
Sheerdara bhanga, paralysis e bhoga rugir hridjontrer moto M.A.M.C.-r Mamra bajaar ekhono tike achhe. Amra jara ekhono bhitematir maya tyag kore kothao jete parini, ba jara ekhono phire phire ashi praanbhore nisshash neoar ashay, taader kaachhe Mamra bajaarer gurutto bole bojhano jabe na.

Sedin amar kormosthaaner ek bondhu jigges kore boshlo, "Eitto kodin agey baari gele! Roj roj eto baari jao keno?"
Taake ki kore bojhai j, ei j ami roshkoshheen concreter jongole roj konomote din katai, taar jonne battery charge korte ei jongule aadhmora jaygatay asha kee bheeshon joruri!

Shikor ki sudhu gaacheri hoy?

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 *Mining and Applied Machinery Corporation. Poschim Banglar bohu bondho hoye jaoa kaarkhanar moddhe ekti.

**B2 - M.A.M.C Township-er onekgulo block-er moddhe ekti. Onnogulo holo A-Type, B1, CD, E-type, F-type - aro onek.

^Mamra - CD block er lagoya graam ebong bajaar. M.A.M.C-r central marketplace.

Continued To Pujor Lekha- Porbo 2

The 'Body' Torture - A review

This was supposed to be a scathing post about the hypocrisy of sex-starved Indian men.
Men, who ogle at very walking female on the street and molest women in the name of preserving 'sacred Indian culture'.
And, the same men, who, ironically, pant at the mere sight of an internationally famous sex-worker.

But 'Jism 2' leaves no room for criticism.

The film was hilarious! I don't remember laughing so much while watching a movie in a very long time.
My friend, Ms. Bee, who had warned me before, but had still accompanied me to the theatre without much cajoling, called me every kind of name she could remember and demanded a refund of her money and time. I dutifully reminded her that it was Friendship Day.

Five minutes in the hall. We want to exchange tickets for another movie.

Half an hour. We are in hysterics, with a very good chance of getting thrown out of the hall.

Forty minutes. A robotic Mr. Singh, a moronic Boss, an over-exposed female with a misplaced sense of patriotism. We are bored.

One and a half hours. Interval! Yoohoo!

Ugh! Where are all the people going? Will they return? Oh no! Please come back. We can't watch this film alone!

Film restarts.

Mr. Hooda reciting shaayari like a dead man before every kiss. Is he drunk? Or drugged?

Fifteen minutes over. Mr. Singh is furious and doesn't want to let go of his 'love'(!!!).
Poor sod! He didn't get even one percent of the trailers. Not even a proper kiss!

Forty minutes. The same moonstruck Mr. Hooda (people actually recorded his dialogues and replayed in the hall!), the same under-dressed Ms. Leone (I wonder why Ms. Bhatt's ordered only lingerie for her heroine..), the same stone-faced Mr. Singh (whose eyeballs, by some secret magic, didn't move at all!), the same moronic boss (I wanted to throttle him with my own bare hands!), the same blue walls, the same confused idea of patriotism....Aaargh! What was Ms. Bhatt thinking???

I bet, the only people who had a good time with anything associated with the movie, were the two male protagonists.


So, exhausted by such intense facial and emotional exercise, we collapsed at Ms. Bee's place, where we really had a good time over Seekh Kababs, tea, gossip and partially-clad cute boys across her balcony (No wonder she loves her flat!). And there ends my crazy Friendship day with a crazier friend, who now wants to avenge herself by dragging me to watch another crap called 'Raaz 3'. 

God help me!