"Kichuta mone rakhar jonne"

Manuscript of  "Untitled" story line for a stage play.
(open to ideas and disliking)
PS: Story is in Bengali,so the non-Bengali reader a big sorry.

Concept: Supratim De
Story: Intellectual Monk

Script (in progress) : Intellectual Monk

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Janla diye opolok chokhe takiye aachen atana babu.ekta phaka jaigar chardik ghire school.ar sei pahaka jaigatar dikei takiye aachen uni.ekhun birotir somayo noy je school er chelera mathe neme khela korbe ba chechamechi korbe.tao uni takiye aachen.ek drishtite jeno ekakittor songei soyie nicchen nijer chokh duto ke.chosmar frame ta namiye jamar hata diye chokh ta ektu muche nilen.jodi keu dekhe phele.
Atanu babu,mane ei school er headmaster.school-er naam xyz sriti memorial school.na bhul bollam,uni ajker por ar headmaster thakben na.Table-e pore thaka envelope ta tule nilen hate.Offer letter eseche ekta notun global school er torof theke.kono kheyal bosei bodhay mashkhanek age paper e ad dekhte peye,ekta mail korechilen.mail korar somay bhabtei parenni je onar moton probin kono sikkhok ke ekta nami notun school dakte pare.hotathi ekdin phone peye chomkei uthechilen.kheyal o chilona.asole etotai casually pathiyechilen.phone e kotha holo.ei elakai onake beshirbhag manush I chenen.tai chakri ta je hoye jabe seta uni na bhableo,oi elakar je kono manush seta chokh bondho kore bole dite parto.
Kintu haye adrishto,Atanu babu kauke boltei to parenni.Kibhabei ba bolben.ha eta thik ei chakri jiboner sesher dike ese jodi ek dhakkai remunaration pray 15 hazar bere jaye ta mondo konobhabei na.kintu etao to thik je taka diye sob kichur bichar hoyna.Ki bolbe sobai jodi jante pare.je school suru hoyechilo matro duto ghor diye setake je sarajibon til til kore gore tullo aj sei ei school chere chole jabe matro kota takar jonne.Mone mone bhablen,hoyto sudhu sudhui nijer mone kharap lagche.ekhunkar juge sobai to khub besi practical.khub professional.tai sentiment er to jaiga sonkulan I kora jayna jiboner moddhe.nijer monei jeno ektu hese uthlen.Uni nijeke jotota school er songe ekagro kore bhaben hoyto onnoder chokhe ta formality.Nah! olpo koyekta din tarpor keu take moneo rakhbena.durbar gotite sobai doure cholbe ar rasta dhoya jol kichu sriti ar kichu soda gondho songe kore nalai jome thakbe.

Acccha ke ki bhablo to onek porer kotha.Uni nijer parben ei bhalobasar theke dure thakte.Bhalobasai to bote.diner por din nijer hate ekta ekta ghmaer phota phele toiri korechen ei school.primary theke ekhun higher secondary.ekdin-e to hoyni.diner por din nijer bhalobasa ke aro ektu guchiye niyechen nijer mone aro sundor kore sajiyechen thik nijer moner moto kore.chosamata mathar opor tule ekta dwirgho niswas charlen Atana babu.Offer letter ta enveloper moddhe dhukiye samner table paper weight er chape rakhlen.tar pasei pore aache letterpad.aj sokalei uni setai nijer resignation letter ta likhe pathiyechen governing body-r kache ar ek copy geche Teacher’s room e.ar kichukkhun er moddhei sobai jante pere jabe.tobe sesh kichudin dhorei uni abe bhabe bujhiyechen je uni onno chakrite jete paren.khanikta nijekei hoyto bar bar janan diyechen ar nijer monei nijeke bojhate cheyechen.

Nah,boddo deri hoye jacche,er por student colleague ra jante parle abar farewell janate asbe,tar agei borong dorkari kagoj gulo guchiye phela jak.table e rakha glass theke ektu jol kheye nilen.golata boro sukno lagchilo onar.bodhay chinta guloi boro sushko kore tulche montake.chair-er thik pechonei onar cubboard ta.chair theke uthe dariye drawer theke chabi ta tule nilen atanu babu.ek jhotkai khule phellen cupboard er duto palla.sobtheke uporer takh tai file er tara gulo thasa.tar moddhei bhagabhagi kore tola aache official onek kagoj.sundor kore sothik file e guchiye rakhar bodobbhesh ta boro subidhe jonok kaajer khetre.school e kono notun teacher aslei ei kothata bolten uni.’boi khata guchiye rakhar mormo sei to sothik bhabe sekhate pare je nije ei bepare jotnosil.’ bolten uni.
Ekdom nicher tak-e onek gulo chalk er aral theke ki jeno ekta uki marche.nichu hoye jhule dekhte giye dekhlen ekta kana bhanga scale.setar ulto pithe koto jeno hitibiji lekha.naam o lekha ache tate.subhasish er.subhasish ekhun koto boro hoye gelo dkehte dkehte,ar sei chelei naki age chilo bhari chothphote.ekphota jodi keu take classroom e bosate pare.Thik mone aschena atanu babur.ekdin bodhay onar office e deke pathiye onek kichu bujhiyechilen.tar por theke subhaish jodi konodin kono dustumi korto,se nijei ei scale ta sir er kache diye bolto “boke din sir,boka khete khete ami thik ekdin sikhe jabo”.bondhuder thattar shikar hoye se nijei scale er ulto pith e likhechilo “ami ekta gadha”.atana babu nijer monei hese phellen.ekhun subhasish nijei ekjon teacher.eito last year ei bodhay chakrita pelo.
Chokher kone ekduphota sriti uki dicche jeno.chokhta jhapsa hoye asche onar.hatrate laglen.ha ekhanei to chilo sei duto album ar ekta boro envelope e bhora ekgada chobi.bibhinno onushthane tola chobi gulo.kokhuno borshoboron ba kokhuno teacher’s day,annual day koto rokom chobi.ekta ekta chobi ar onek gulo sritir megh jeno tader songe keu sete rekhechilo.boro alga hoye geche chobi gulo.nijer monei koto rokom sriti jeno uki diye jacche onake.prottek bochor sitkale picnic ba oi je rabindrajayanti.ekta chobi hate niye thomke gelen tini.flag waisting er chobi.koto juddhoi na korte hoto sob student der joro korar jonne.emono to din geche,barite giye deke deke ghum theke tule ante hoyeche sob chatroder.ar seibar.nah por por dubar khub bristi august mashe.tai onar baritei ager dinta roye giyechilo koyekjon.boyesh-er parthokko jotoi thakuk,nijer cheleder motoi to dekhen sob chatroder.sei dingulo keno khub taratari phuriye gelo.
Accha sei chobita kothai gelo.Dipto sir er chobir opor kon ek student sketch pen diye …..hese phellen atana babu.student-der uni jotoi bokajhoka kore discipline sekhan,nijer collegue der ei sob bisoy niye pechone lagte kokhunoi pichpa honni uni.asole headmaster holeo kono tofat korten na nijer sathe onnoder.tai bhalobasao to one peyechen.kokhuno obhiman kokhun raag sobi to mile mise aache ei chotto chotto khungsuti gulor songe.
Hotath jeno ghor kete gelo atanu babur.pechone ghure dekhlen dariye aache ramdas.bohu bochor hoye gelo office-er clerical kaaj gulo samlacche ramdas.koto bochorer sathi ei ramdas.eka ki ar sob kaaj kora jaye.biswas er to ekta bepar ache naki! Atanu babur joto bhabna joto kheyal sob kichu sathi ei ramdas.”sir ki korchen?hotath eto oborjona ghatchen keno?kichu ki hariye geche?ami dekhe debo sir kichu khujle bolun. Sir asfute bole othen jeta harie geche seta je samay re.. se je harie gele take fire pawoa jai na tar smriti tukui kei anuvab kora jai…bodle jawoa samay ar kota taka ei anuvutita kei kine nilo??? Chapa dirghoswas e joriye jaye golata.bujhli ramdas eta aborjona noi re eguloo jeno ak akta smriti…ja mone porie dichhe aka akta smaay ke…e jeno harie jawoa samayer smritir canvas.

hotath egulo ghatchen sir??ramdas jiggesh kore.
Kichu bolenna atanu babu.sudhu arekbar phire takan rmadas er dike..mridu hese sudhu bolen…ki kore baishta(22) bochor kete gelo bolto?

Kotoi na sriti bhir kore ase atana babur mone.ghorer bhetor ta boro dombondho hoye asche onar.Ramdas er kothai ghor ta kete gelo.’sir,sob teacher ra asbe apnar songe dekha korte break er somay.’
Ar student der janano hoyeche ki? Jante chailen atatna babu.
Ha,sir,sob class ei janano hoyeche,senior duto class aj class bondho rakhar request korechilo,bodhay apnar jonno kono farewell arrange korbe,class teacher ra permission diye diyechen to ektu agei.Senior student ra aslo bole.Kothata sune atanu babu jeno ektu bhoy-I pelen.ki bolben chatroder.ei porishthitir I bhoy korchilen uni.nijeke boro besi oporadhi mone hocche.nijer moner obostha tata jeno nijei thahor kore utte parchen na.

Asbo sir!
Cokh tule takiye dekhben ek dol chatro dariye aache room er baire.koyek muhurto kichu bolte parlen na uni….ek ek kore sobar mukh gulor opor ekbar chokh buliye nilen uni.class 12 er student.sobaikei naam dhore chenen.kothtata bollo class monitor sandip.
Ha eso.abege golata buje aslo atana babur.
‘sir amra sunlam apni ajker por school chere chole jacchen.amra to apnake khub miss korbo.kintu apni jate amader ekdom bhule na jan tar jonne ekta chotto jinish apnar jonno.’ Kothata bole sandip ekta Compact Disk egiye dilo sir er hate. ‘amader khub icche Jodi apni ekbar ei cd ta chaliye dekhen ekkhunie.’
Atatna babu sudhu mathata narlen.ekdom tolar desk ta khule ber kore nilen laptop er bag ta.ei ager bochorei ekta duto laptop deya hoyechilo school gulote.school er clerical kaajer jonno ekta bebohar hoy arekta onar kachei thake.khub ekta bebohar kora hoyna.computer janen jodio tao ektu sonkoch I bodh koren computer bebohar korte.laptop ta ber kore chaliye dilen uni.
Sir apni borong dekhte thakun,ami oi dikta ektu dekhe asi,ramdas ei kotha bole hon honiye beriye gelo dorja diye.Atatna babur thiki bujhte parlen kaaja chaptei ramdas ojuhat niye beriye gelo ghor theke.kintu onar sei subidhe nei….subidhe na hoyto ba iccheo nei nijer chatroder mon ta bhenge dewar.kanna onaro asche kintu seta chepe thakar jonnie besi kotha bolte parchen na.Cd ta dhukiye chaliye dilen uni.ekta rabindra snageet er songe songe cholte laglo kichu puro chobir anagona screen tar moddhe……aste aste sob chatro ghor theke beriye alto kore dorja ta bhejiye dilo ar sir dkehte thaklen sriti bhor aonek muhurter collage.
Cd ta dekhte dkhte bujhtei parenni kotota somay laglo…..moner moddhe megh ta jeno nijer ojantei onek kete geche…besh halka lagche nijeke.Nijer mone haste hastei egiye gelen dorkar dike.
Ki holo.dorja ta ki keu baire theke atke diyeche?nah ektu jore tantei khule gelo.asole dorjar niche ekta boro envelope guje rkahar jonne dorja ta atke giechilo.jhuke pore envelope ta tule nilen uni ar dorjata abar bondho kore dilen..ekta photo frame,ar tar moddhe je chobita sobha pacche seta ekta batch photo,kodin ageri newa.senior batch er songe onar chobi.onake ghire dariye acche sobai….ar chobir niche lekha “Bandhon hin bandhne bedhe rakhinu tomare”.
Arekta ki jeno aache kham tar moddhe…hat dhukiye ber kore nilen atana babu. Osotorko bhabe chera notebook er patai lekha « … otoi soja amder chere jawoa sir?? »
Etokkhun bodhay mone money sudhu hesechen,ebar besh bujhte parlen nijer chowal duto pran khule hasite joriye porlo.ebar sottie ojhore kede phellen uni.na bodhay dukkher noy anonderi.nijeke somay ar bhalobasar chaknite onekta jatai kore nite perechen uni…..nijer bhalobasar kache nijei joyi aaj.

Charidiker prithibita ghurte laglo nijer moner moddhe kane aste laglo koto kotha,koto sobdo,koto onubhuti,chokher smane bhese utute laglo bhobissoter koyek phota jibon.sunte pelen sobai jeno take bolche “ Sir Sarodutsab paln ta ki hobe”, »sir class korte parini attendance, » sir book kobe deben?? « Sir eta bujte aprchi na, “sir apni ato ragi keno.” Sir apnake dekhalm…….

Chinta gulo jhere phele cupboard ta bondho kore dilen.laptop ta bhore rakhlen drawer er moddhe ar tar songe cupboard er chabi tao.aste aste egote laglen dorjatar dike….onnodiner cheyeo jeno aaj dorja ta bhari lagche onar.ghorer light ta off kore den uni.ek jhotkai charidik ta ondhokar hoy ease.

Kintu kothay aache na,rather tara dekhte hole akash ke to ektu ondhokar hotei hoy.
Dorjar hatole hat diyeo phiriye nilen atana babu.kapa hate dorja ta chere dariye roilen kicchukhun.
Hatratei peye gelen switch board ta.switch er opor angulta chowatei alota jole uthlo abar ghorer.nah ar ondhokar nei.sotti ar kono asonka nei.uni nijer monk e bujhte perechen.

Table er kache giye chair ta tene niye bose porlen.Trouser-er pocket theke mobile phone ta ber kore nilen.ar shirt er pocket theke ber kore nilen tar appointment letter ta.
Chithi ta ar khulte holona.envelope-er oporei lekha aache global school er phone number ta.mobile e number ta type korte laglen.mone mone bhablen,sesh porjonto taka diye tar bhalobasa kena gelo na…kota taka kibhabei tar eto diner asa akankha ar porisrom er dam ditto.phone ta opor dike beje beje uthche.sokto kore mobile phone ta chepe dhorlen nijer kaner songe.

DORJAR BAIRE ETOKKHUN OPEKKHA KORCHILO BESH KICHU STUDENT.TADER SONGE JOG DIYECHE KICHU TEACHER-O.KAN PETE SONAR CHESTA KORCHILO KICHU CHOTHPHOTE CHATRORA.EKJONER KANE ELO SIR GHORER BHETORE BOSE KI JENO BOLCHEN.   HA BODHAY PHONE-EI KOTHA BOLCHEN.
“HA AMI KI SRI ACADEMY GLOBAL SCHOOL ER PRINCIPLE ER SONGE KOTHA BOLCHI! NA AMI APNADER APPOINTMENT ACCEPT KORTE PARCHI NA….AMI DUKKHITO”
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Hat tola michil : dosh dewa jibon

top top jhore pora jome jawa rokte
othoba gyad gyande kadamakha monete

soru soru kobji ba dhok dhoke pajore
godgode ghilu ba nonadhora monone.

ki ek ajob kotha loke bole kanete
bechthaka sukh tumi pabi sei ekhane

rastar ek pase kokhuno ba matite
sokaler canvas ba ekrokha guiter e

hat mare buk kape shithilotar kheyale
chahidai mon hare prokitir mayate

anamika nam paye koto jeno adore
hat ghora irshai kokhuno ba dabite

bhire jhola bus na porishor auto-te
khocha mara hater dusto se achore

bhije jawa chinta dhuye mocha chokhete
irsha na keboli kere newa osrabbo somaje

jouboni ghenna na jounotar abeshe
dishahara ei mon,nosto se arale

din ghora kanna ba lojjar khelate
bod rokha chinta ruddho je dewale

nona jol boye jaye concerte rastay
chorakata goli beye gola chire chillai.

gola tule chitkar hat tola michile
korina kichui tobu nam kini ayeshe

bhebe bhebe koto likhi kokhuno ba chobite
korina kichu sudhu dosh dewa jibone.

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Chera Diary-r pata

       

 (Disclaimer: The writing is not anyway related to any person living or dead,not even the author himself.)

                     {Incidents mentioned here are not to hurt any strata of society or any person}


#aj likhte bosechi.
nah notunotto etai je age bhabtam hoyto amar lekhar bhab ase tai likhi.
kintu "preyoshider" bengo suneo je lekhar icche hote pare seta besh bujhte parchi.

tobe ha ajker arekta bisesotto aache.aj kobita na likhe ekta golpo likhte bosechi.
prothomoto khub nirlojjer moton bole rakha bhalo je ami choto kore likhte parina.
keno?,asole ami nije khub kom bujhi to tai mone hoy guchiye na bolle hoyto bakirao bujhbe na.

seta je koto boro bhul seta bujhte pari jokhun, nah tenidar moto roshik noy borong gyaanoda bole kaner pechone du ekta kotha ari pete jaye.

etai mushkil gyaan thakleo aajkal prokash kora jayna.gyaaner prokashe je amar asokti ache emontao thik noy.du ek kothar moddhe hotath kore
ektu upolobdhir bhasa mesalei loker aate bodhay gha lage tai hoyto ota "gyaan".#

Se jaihok aj sokal thekei monta bhalo lagchilo na.karon bolte purono kotha mone porchilo.sei sob din gulor kotha,jokhun sobe xaviers theke
sref gadiye mukhosto kore english-e honors niye pass korechi ar honne hoye ghurchi chakrir jonne.se ek osojjho somay.sokal bikel newspaper e advertisement
dekchi ar babar pension er taka khame kore adi gangai chure felchi.ha ota gangai dewar motoi ghotona bote.jole boye jeto,nodir dhare ghesto na.

saradin rode pure ar cigaratte chai kore jokhun bikel hoto,tokhun maidan er ekpase ek gacher chawai chilo amar ektu nishchintar jaiga.
are na na prokiti premik ami konodini na,borong bonolota sen er moto amay santi dito bonna.sesher kobitar nah.xavier's er junior.bonna sarkar.

ghaser opor bose jomiye prem korle bhulei jetam je bekar boleo kichu hoy.ar hate thakto cholabhaja.dukkher bisoy cigaratte khwar poisa jogar korte parleo,
cholabhajar thongata sob dini bonna-i niye asto,ar ami ektuo lojja na peye setake hostogoto kortam.

mayer ek meye.baba mara giechilen.ar ami chilam prothome dada,bondhu howar sujog dieni.college theke beronor somay ekdin hat dhore phelechilam.bonna-o hat
chariye neini.hoyto amake biswas korte pere o khusie hoyechilo.hoyto sei biswas er sudhu sujog niechilam ami.

Kal raate amar meye khub abdar jure dilo je amake ekta golpo sonate hobe take.Kichudin thekei sorir ta bhalo jacchilo na.ektu dhomokh diyei
meyeke onno ghore pathiye dilam.Khub i raag howar kotha.holoy tai,kadte kadte mayer kache giye kotoi na obhijog.fan ta chaliye sobe chair e bosechi,kane elo ekta emoni obhijog.
"baba khub sarthoppor,amake porte bolle ami porasona kori,kintu ami baba ke golpo bolte bolle baba amy boke,baba khub baje".

Keno janina tokhun thekei mon bhalo nei.khub sohoj ekta kotha je kotota bastob seta hoyto somayer songe ami bhulei giechilam.
ha,ami sarthoppor.sudhu nijer kotha ar subidhe chara hoyto kichui bhabini.ba hoyto emonta ekdomi noy.bhul hoyechilo ekbari.seta bhul na seta oporadh.

bonna chilo khub hashikhusi.chokh duto khub santo.amar dusto damal premeo ektukuo jole otheni sei chokh.
kokhuno notun bypass er dhare ba kokhuno esplanade-er hotel hoye uthto amar subidhe makhano premer khelaghor.amader biye korar kotha chilo.sudhu ekta chakri pawar opekkha.

chakri peyechilam sesh porjonto.hotath khobor pawa gelo.

tokhun poisar tane nije cigaratte na kine paratuto bondhuder counter i bhorsa hoye darieche tai,emnite ruchisil cheler tokma jhere phele amar sujogsondhani mukhosh ta thik pore phelechi.
parar more chayer dokane to onek khobor i bhase temon i,janlam je local municipality te ekjon graduate cheler sondhan cholche..oi clerical kaaj,chithi lekha likhi arki.

prem potro je khub ekta likhtam emon noy tobe chakrir application korte korte hat pekeche,ta chithi lekhar jnno jodi sorkari chakri pawa jaye tao sorkari chakri ete apotti korar kono karoni thake na.
tai kaida kore khobor ta ber korlam,je local counceller bollei chakri paka.kintu councellor bolbe keno..amake to uni cheneni na.upay ekta aache.amader bari thik duto bari porei thaken asit-da.

sujog o chole elo khub taratari,porerdin sokale cycle niye jacchilen tini office.rastatei pakrao kore,dubar dhokh gile bolei fellam.aste bollen uni office-e dupurer dike.

asit-da counsellor er secretary.Ta municipal office je dupure eto phaka thake jantam na.keu rumale mukh dheke khub mononibesh kore bodhay dhan korche.
municipal office na sorgo rajjo prothome chomke giechilam.sorgetei to bodhay eto megh dekha jaye.dom bondho hoye asar upokrom howate bujhlam,megh na dhowa.dhumpaner biroti cholche tokhun.

asit-dar songe dekha howai uni chair e boste diye ekta file ber kore bollen "eta dkeho".
file e por por onekgulo chakrir application.kheyal korini,asit-dar kotha kane aslo hotath.
"sobai ei post er jonnei dabi korche,ki kori bolo,sobaike to ar chakri dewa jayena.edike amaro koto chinta.ektola barita dutola korchi,chele meyer porasona koriye kotoi ba ar bachate pari,er opor ei hepa.bojhoi to"

bujhte somay lageni,bolechilam je koto dite hobe?

asit-da ekta baka hasi hese bollo "ei besi na hajar ponchas.tobe purotai amar noy,councellor sir ki ar machi taraben,onaro to ekta fee aache"

ponchas hajar.kotha theke pawa jaye! nah mukhe jotoi boro boro kotha boli churi to korte parbo na.ar bari theke songsar chalanor taka nei to chakrir jonno kotha theke taka debo.

asit-da ke bollam je ekbar councellor saheb er songe dkeha kora jayna,onake ekbar bole dekha jaye na.

mukhta bekiye asit da bollo "ghora dingaccho se bhalo tobe besi dur lafate parbe na,bole dilam"

hater ekta isharai amake aste bollen,councellor er ghore dhukiye abar beriyeo aslen.er majhe ghotona bolte sudhu dujoner chokachukhi kotha,ar ami tar nirbak dorshok.

dariyei kotha bolechilam.bosteo bollenni..chakrir kotha bolatei suniye diyechilen je asit-dai esob bepar janen.hatta chepe dhore bolechilam taka jogar korar kono upay nei,akul golai bolechilam je chakri peyei ami aste aste
taka diye debo.uttor diyechilem ekta."ekhun bestotar somay amar somay nei tumi aso ekhun".

bari phire jawa jeto,kintu bonna ke kotha dewa chilo aj dekha korbo.ekta bus e chepe chollam maidan-er dike.phaka bus,tobe bhorti chilo mon.onek chinta kintu kichui jeno bhaba hocche na,guliye jacche.

bonna sunlo.khub biswas er songei bollo je chinta na korte,ekta upay thik hobe.kintu ki upay setai je ami janina.pherar somay ekta garir horn sune pechone takalam dujonei.deto hasi makhano mukhta gari theke bariye councellor ekta hak diye gelen
"kal ekbar eso to bacha".

ek poshla dhowa choriye garita miliye jetei,bonna amar hat ta chepe dhore bollo,"bolechilam na upay thik ekta hobei,ar chakrir pelei biye,kotha diyecho kintu".
nijer ojantei jeno oi muhurto ta khub nijer mone holo.kobe jeno amar damal prem har menechi sottie bhalobese phelechi ei meyetake.sotti chakri ta pawa gele onek kichui sombhob.

sei rate ghumate parini,sudhu bichanay chothphoth korechi sokaler opekkhai.

chomke uthlam proshtabe.amar chakri hote pare ar seta taka na diyei kintu dabar chal hote hobe "bonna".ek muhurto icche holo chair-e bose thaka ei rakkhosh take gola tipe mere feli,kintu porer muhurtei mone holo je amar chakrir ektai rasta.seta bondho kichutei kora jabena.


tar thik ek masher moddhe bonna antohotta korechilo.

brishti bheja ek robbar.daba khela sesh hoyeche.ke jitlo thik janina.sada na kalo.bonna ekta kothao bolchena.chokh duto sukiye geche.mathar opor chata dhore santona diyechilam je esob bhule jao.chakri hoye gele to biye korboi.tomakei korbo.keu kichhu jante parbena.

thiki,keu jante pareni karon suicide note e kichui likhe jaini bonna.lekheni sedin dabar bhul chale ami kalo hoye giechilam.sudhu chupi chupi chole gelo.
nah! chole jabo keno,amie to take egiye dilam.nijer sarthe.ja cheyechilam sob diyeche bonna.ar amio diyechilam,buk bhora cholona.

aj eka bose aachi,paser ghore amar meyeke bodhay tar ma ghum pariye dicche.aj ar golpo sunte chaini,tai nijei eka eka likhlam.

cigaratte-er chaita nibhiye chair-e boslam abar.kane ekta awaj jeno bhese elo.thik jemon bonna amar kaner kache churi nariye awaj korto.bonna...churi...awaj.
ami ki thik sunlam.tahole ki !!!! bonna....

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Chetonar bishe jorano

Khub kanna aschilo
Poth cholte cholte ekta nuri pathor khuje peyechi.

Mon ta halka lagchilo khub
Brishtir moddhe ekta kalo megh hate dhorechi.

Nuri pathor ta rakhle mon ta halka lagena ar.
Sudhu bhoy hoy jedin pathore chape mon ta phapa hoye jabe.



Keno bhabna hocchilo
Nodir dhare ekla noukar phekashe pal chine niechi.

Olikh bhabnara ekgheye lagchilo khub
Jhornar jhaptai ek mutho jol hate dhorechi.              

Ronger tulite rangiye tulechi rongchota pal.
Ki kore jeno,jole dhuye roye gelo amar phka canvas.



Kemon ekla lagchilo
Gacher pata dekhte dekhte ochena ekta phool dekhte peyechi.

Somay ochena lagchilo khub
Rastar pase ekta phka railing japte dhorechi.

Sudhu dekhechi patajhorar khela dhulo ora rastay
Janina keno phela hoyni sukiye jawa sei phool.



Kibhabe chokh dhadiechilo
Roud jholmole sokale kuwasa sorire mise geche jene niechi.

Ektana opekkha osojjho kore tulechilo khub
Na pathano chithir motoi ekmutho akash agle rekhechi.

Akree rakha lukono naam,khola janlai ochena kobita holo kokhun
Khamokai kuwasa makha raate phele asa kotha,chokher kone atke theke gelo.



Koto kotha roye giechilo
Hawai choriye jawa chera pata hate tule rekhechi.

Sopno gulo thunko lagchilo khub
Moner bhetore hat rekhe chobol kheyechi.

Chetonar bishe chera pata gulo jurechi thiki,mukh bhjiye niechi ar jolechi dogdhe
Kibhabe jeno kothar obhabe joriye jawa amar pen,saper moton arshte prishte.

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rokter daag / tinge of blood

amay ekta golap dio
nah lal noy..holud hote pare.

amay ekta sokal dio
nah rodjholmole na..meghla hote pare.

amay ekta sopno dio
nah ghumbhangani noy...ghum bholar hote pare.

amay ekta kuri dio
nah jhore jawa noy...sisir makha hote pare.

amay ekta bhabna dio
nah bhul bojhar na..bhule thakar hote pare.

amay ekta kotha dio
nah mukh theke noy...mon theke hote pare.

amay ekta sobdo dio
nah pakhir gaan noy...kannar hote pare.

amay ekta golpo dio
nah kacher achor noy...rokter daag thakte pare.


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You give me a rose:
Not red but a yellow one.

You give a morning
Not shinning bright but can be cloudy.

You give a dream
Not misleading but can be of missing.

You can give me a bud:
No not wet but moist with mist.

You give me a word:
Not from the lips but from the heart.

You spare me a thought:
Not melancholy but as seductive as ecstasy.

You break the heart:
Not nightmares,but at least I can cry.

You give me a chime
Not dove singing but can be of deep sigh.

You give me a prose
Not of broken glass but can there be a tinge of blood.

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sudhu tomay

amar ekla akash, thomke geche...rater srote bhese
sudhu tomay bhalobese.

amar din gulo sob, rong chineche..tomar kache ese
sudhu tomay bhalobese.

amar santo bikel, roop dekheche...tomar sathe hese
sudhu tomay bhalobese.

tumi chok mellei, phool phuteche, amr chade seshe
bhorer sisir thoot chuye jaye tomay bhalobese.

tumi bolle kotha, jhorna jhore, amar e-buk bhore
nodir buke dheu khele jaye tomay bhalobese.

amr ekla akash thomke geche...rater srote bhese
sudhutomay bhalobese

amar klanto mon, ghor khujeche jokhun
ami chaitam, pete chaitam, sudhu tomar telephone.

sukno golap phuler daam, sudhu tomari daknaam
ami chaitam, dite chaitam, mukh bondho ekta kham.

ghor bhora dupur, amr ekta thakar sukh
rod gaito, ami bhabtam..tumi kothay kotodur.

amar emon bekul..ekta kaner dul
hawa boito, ami gaitam...ochena ekta sur.

amr besur basi, sur bedeche, tomar kache ese
sudhu tomay bhalobese.

amar berong tuli, roop rengeche, tomar porosh peye
sudhu tomay bhalobese.

amr ekla akash, chad chineche, tomar hasi hese
sudhu tomay bhalobese.

amar ekla khata, gaan likheche, tomar taale neche
sudhu tomay bhalobese.

olosh meghla mon ....amr abcha ghorer kon
cheye roito, chute chaito, tumi asbe ar kokhun.

klanto alor nil ....ekaki omolin
jole roito, nibhe jolto, topkano pachil.

sranto ghugur dak ....dhuloy makha boiyer tak
sudhu bolche, bole cholche, thak opekkhatei thak.

pheriwalar sopno kenar chomke dewa dak...olpo durei hat
keno bhabche, kije bhabjhe ,sudhu udas hoyei thak.

amar santo bikel roop dekheche...tomar sathe hese
sudhu tomay bhalobese.

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khepi tor jonno

dulkichale thomke pora
ekla hate japte dhora....oklanto ojor dhara.

pas katiye hete chola
urochitir holud kham....nischupe tor naam.

opolok cheye thaka
rode jhora ko-phota gham....kagoj bhorti toke bholar daam.

ekla rastay dariye bhaba
opekkhate katiye bela.....notun sekha kono khela.

lamp post ke akre bacha
chokhe aj rongin mela......mukti pawar dorja khola.

kono ek khatar konaye
kokhuno ba dheke rakha jamai....phele dewa golaper pata.

obad anagona jonakir dana
projapoti aj pakna meluk....janla khule rakha.

sobuj mathe sukiye jawa koyekta ghasphul
gheratoper  tar chera....tobu emon bekul

khepi,tui kothai acchish
ektu hasish...beshto chlish.

seola otha pathore, ar khola chader akashe
mone pore tor chottobela....boka boka sei dustu dustu khela.

khepi,tor ghum bhangate pari
ekta thoter alto dage
sopne chora tarar majhe ekta chotto bari.

chure phele de tor bondho dewal
golpo bola chorabali....sob mitthe sukno phuler koli.

khepi toke debo ekta na lekha gaan
thakbena ochena sur....na bola kichu kotha.

jhore ure jawa pata ar bondho hiseber khata
elomelo chule....khujte chawar anagona.

etodine ja sopno dekhechi
kache theke,durete thekechi...tor preme.

ekbar toke bhalo kore dkehi
meghe dhaka tara..mogno e jibon kahini.

suru theke likhi
bhasano srote...mora bacha sudhu toke bhalobese.

jotodur bhabi tor chahoni
tor ar amar jawa asa....kajol kalo chokhe.

tor joto khusir khela
amay pabi tor-i dole...nischupe ekla ghore.

tobu bhoy kore
alpo alo kalche kalo.....niyon rater nil seo bhalo

toke dkehte icche kore
ene debo duto jole bheja poddo....somudrer buke bhanka khelar chondo

megh peon er hat ta dhore
chole jete pari phrithibita chere....nite pari akashta kere

                                                            khepi tor jonno.

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amar sesher kobitara

bheve chilam onek kotha
khub khutiye likkhbo

sokal theke sondhe hole
olpo kothai likhbo

pen-er chape phoske gelo
vhabna chilo joto

ekla mone onek bhebe
lomba chithi likhbo

bhabar seshe likhte giye
kheyal holo mone

rater bela thake kojon
na ghumiye jege

likhbo abar ar na bhebe
ja asbe mone

cholke pora snigdho aloy
ghumpori tomar tore

sokal belai thakbo ami
asar uttore.

sokal holo  :  snigdho kothai

gacher pata  :  hawa boy ni

rongin pakhi:kolahol koi !!

boiche nodi  :  jhapta hara

janina keno amon nistabdhota.

tukro chera : dogdhe jola

kono ek dupure udas kobita.

gumot dufure : klanto megh

keno kalo : bristi kobe!

nischup ak gheye ae bikel.

ashanto jhorna keno santo hoyeni!

bhije jawa rastar:alto soda gondho

ujar kora chokhe:nonta rongin sopno

mone hoy aj ami temon kore eka

tokhun theke bhabnara phaka,

ha,kal rater na bola kothar du-chok cheye thaka.

moner kone:nischupe hete jawa.

ajo ache bhalolagar anubhuti  

chilona kono na bola kotha,

tobu keno aj kate na somoy,

hoyto thomke jabe amar : sesher kobitara.

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Kichu kotha chilo..

mone hoy aj brishti porbe:

nah bhije kak noy

bhije jawa pata dekhbo.

bodh hoy aj akash bhangbe:

nah megher gorjon noy

alor jholkani dekhbo.

gyaan hoy aj meghla akash:

nah thanda hawa noy

chuye pora roddur gaye makhbo.

icche hoy aj ekla dupur:

nah chupi chupi kotha bola noy

aj sudhu tomar kotha bhabbo.

bhoy hoy aj domka batash:

nah muchki hasi noy

hat-ta tomar buker kache rkahbo.

raag hoy aj kone dekha alo:

nah aj ekla coffee-r mug noy:

kebol olikh chokhe cheye thakbo.

keno aj rongin bikel:

nah aj kono sona gaan noy

hater achore ekta kobita likhbo.

kokhun aj gumot raat:

nah sada kalo sopno noy

tomay rongin kore akhbo.

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As I will gaze

With wishes so prominent to claim
and regard to hold my nous,

Yet I feel her sense:
as she leaps away at the dusk.


Assay to arrest my aspiration
egress thy crave the more,

As I gazed down the window all alone:
While she walks over the moon.

And me cite her name
The deity filled her up with feathers,

Late I gaze at her inexplicable glare:
alas,the dream still far from near.

Thus walk I lone,my eyes where wonder........

How one care it just to be a tale:
Mere just biting nail,
Hiding it under my bosom....deep into my closet.

Reverie will come again....with blossom of spring:
Again leaving me behind in cold,
As I will gaze down the window all alone.

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Stared you last morning

I stared you last morning.

you were with the fondness as the dawn

standing under the tree of Flamboyant.

I inherit the stargaze of the cladded petals,

with my eyes being in reverie of you.

while walking down the line you stopped by,

without the grace of mighty I don't know why.

where my heart scattered like wet mist;

only to see you touching the droplets.

fumbling with words;I forgot the word itself

being numb to you -unable to express

only I felt;and matee

a unknown pain -the bid to cherish.

(I stared you in reverie!!!)

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Tomorrow at Dawn

Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the city becomes pale with mist ,
I will leave. You see, I feel that you might be waiting for me.
I will go by the forest, I will go by the mountain.
I cannot stay far from you any longer.

I will walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Without seeing anything outside, without hearing any noise,
Alone, unknown, back curved, hands crossed,
Sad, and the day for me will be like the night.
I will not look at the gilt of the evening which falls,
Nor the faraway hills descending towards the horizon.
And when I arrive, I will put on your memoir
A white bouquet of holy and lovable flowers.

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The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the color of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.

Her eyes are always open

And will not let me sleep.

Her dreams in broad daylight

Make the suns evaporate

Make me laugh, cry and laugh,

Speak with nothing to say.

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The Owl is a Poem

A flash of wings crossing the moon's
wash of light. What he hears
are the wires of small lives. What
he sees are stars of movement.
The owl lights the night
with his whirr of passage. He flies
through gates of darkness,
withholding even his shadow,
yet the ground below shudders
and voles and rabbits
hunker and wait. Their paths
collide or not. The owl swoops,
talons flexed and shining.
Much depends on each catch.
The owl is a poem gliding,
silent, seeking the unwary,
the momentarily careless. His wings
unfurl like the sails of a boat in storm,
snapping open, held motionless
above the dampening grasses.
Across the meadow, the moon
lays its spill over the land, and the owl
keeps to the shadow-edge.
The moon is not a friend of owl.
The owl returns to the tree,
talons gripping the bark and dinner. He folds
his wings and calls softly into rising morning,
hoo hoo¸ sending his news
out to the neighborhood and listens, listens
for an answer, and she, too, is a poem.

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I Stared

I stared you last morning.

you were with the fondness as the dawn,

standin under the tree of Flamboyant ;

I inherit the stargaze of the cladded petals-

with my eyes being in reverie of you.

Fumbling with words;I forgot the word itself

being numb to you -unable to express !!

only I felt;and matee,

a unknown pain -the bid to cherish.

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Pale Moon!

                                   

As the coming of the night ~ the moon showed papery white;

Is the moon tired? she looks so pale ~ Within her misty veil.

But then the sky was lit ~ by the splendor of the moon

So powerful~I fell to the ground

Her love~ that has made me sure

I am ready to forsake this worldly life

and surrender to the magnificence of your Being.

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Such Beauty There Was

Such beauty there was in the dappled valley

As hurt the sight, as stabbed the heart to tears.

The gathered loveliness of all the years

Hovered thereover, it seemed, eternally

Set for men's joy.  Town, tower, trees, river

Under a royal azure sky for ever

Up-piled with snowy towering bulks of cloud:

A herald-day of spring more wonderful

Than her true own.  Trumpets cried aloud

In sky, earth, blood; no beast, no clod so dull

But the power felt of the day, and of the giver

Was glad for life, humble at once and proud.

Kyrie Eleison, and Gloria,

Credo, Jubilate, Magnificat:

The whole world gathered strength to praise the day.

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Farewell

Creating peace between us, sewing memories as we grew,
In this farewell posting it all comes down to you.


Though in the future we may not meet, or see each other again,
But giving you this Farwell from me, you my closest friends.


I hope to live my dreams, and go where I want to be,
Hopefully you will reach there too, and maybe we will see


That absence makes the heart grow fonder and next time that we meet
We will enjoy each other even more, every next time that we greet.


I hope I never lose you completely, because I’d hate to say goodbye,
I’ll enjoy the small reunions and the passing of a hi.


So if you go a little faster, or further up in life, you see,
My dear friends I will miss you sadly but please will you wait for me?


GOODLUCK IN LIFE MY DEAR FRIENDS!

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Kahaani Review

Directed by	Sujoy Ghosh
Produced by	Sujoy Ghosh Kushal Gada
Screenplay by	Sujoy Ghosh Suresh Nair Nikhil Vyas
Story by	Sujoy Ghosh Advaita Kala
Starring	Vidya Balan Parambrata Chatterjee Saswata Chatterjee
Music by	Vishal-Shekhar
Cinematography	Setu
Editing by	Namrata Rao
Distributed by	Pen India Pvt. Ltd Viacom 18 Motion Pictures Boundscript Motion Pictures Pvt. Ltd

Kahaani rightly lives up to its name and reinstates the fact that the core criterion for a decent film is a strong story. And if that story is in competent hands, you don't need anything else. No big stars, songs, budget or even a customary male lead. For a (pleasant) change, the script is indeed the hero here!

What a fright. Her eyes dive into the Kolkata night.

And the city stares right back with its chrome yellow colours; the Howrah Bridge is glimpsed through a local train;the Victoria Memorial whizzes by; sleaze is on 24 x7 at the unsmiling Mona Lisa Lodge. Indeed, the pregnant woman’s mind is a hodge podge.

Throughout you watch Kolkata, quite bedazzled, in director co-writer-director Sujoy Ghosh’s  Kahaani. A work of outstanding vignettes, consistently brisk tempo and technical virtuousity, it’s the best two hours you’ve spent at the movies in years.

Designed as a suspense-laced thriller, the result’s engrossing because of Ghosh’s  accomplished direction, excellent cinematography by Setu, and needless to add, yet another excellent performance by Ms Balan whose calling card has become subtlety and a psychological acuity in understanding the characters she enacts.

To be sure The Dirty Picture is a tough act to follow but she has done it – she brings you close as much to the dilemma of the mother-to-be Vidya Bagchi as she did to the self-destructive Smita.Terrific!

What could have been an unconditional five-star experience, however, falls short because of the script which is far too schematic and clever for its own good by half. The plot has more holes than a tea-strainer, often events are as implausible as a landing on Venus and Mars, and the wrap-up involves a blah-blah explanation – the sort you still tolerate in crime TV serials.

Also, some behavior seems to be distinctly odd: the heroine doesn’t express the slightest sense of shock or dismay when a whole caboodle of innocent people are done in because of her.

Mr Ghosh could have rectified that with a single sentence of scene. Snag is that there are far too many writers involved – four or is it five? – in a script which often weeps for clarity.

While the initial pacing is moderate, the proceedings pick up rapidly in the latter reels as the story gains multiple dimensions. The brisk storytelling calls for your absolute attention but the narrative has been so gripping since start that you never lose a moment. And like any good story should boast of, the actual brilliance of Kahaani comes in its climax that shall leave you spellbound. Amidst a horde of predictable plots and conventional culminations, Kahaani has one of the most impressive climaxes for a Bollywood film in recent times.

                                                   Despite laughable flaws in the writing, the outcome invites the forgiveness factor from the viewer. You’re willing to ignore its lapses because it is made with heart and even while telling something of a garbled plot, works in a strong sub-text. Also, here’s a rare film that it not at all afraid to walk alone with a female protagonist, without patronizing her.

In fact, Vidya Bagchi’s courage is taken as a given. This is what a pregnant woman – a professional person – would do if her husband suddenly vanished from the face of the earth. Over to a marvelously photographed sequence showing touts and chaos at an Indian airport. Vidya Bagchi has arrived from London (why London?, not clear) and sets about investigating about the mysterious disappearance of her Mr Bagchi. Had he been summoned by the National Data Centre for a job? Had he stayed at the Mona Lisa? Etcetera’s abound, as the woman goes about sleuthing accompanied by a young police officer (Parambrata Chattopadhyay, sweeter than mishti doi), and obstructed by weirdo’s as well as clout-wielding intelligence offers.

Intermittently, the woman’s brief moments with children are absolutely disarming. Not surprisingly, the film works best when it doesn’t use dialogue.

Obviously, Ghosh adores Kolkata, and knows its back-alleys and upscale addresses so well that the locations are authentic throughout. In addition the faces of the tea vendors, gossiping housewives and the ancient old man manning the lodge’s reception counter are so real that they stay with you. The atmosphere of the Durga pujo week is also caught robustly.Although the goings-on are tense, moments of humor are incorporated, like Vidya objecting to being called ‘Bidya’ by the Kolkatans but then giving up. Plus, there’s something really cheeky when the heroine plays a bit of tosey-tosey on a bus ride with the police officer. A human touch that, actually showing a pregnant woman flirting!

Amidst the few improbable or avoidable aspects in the otherwise authentic film is a young cop's over-willingness to go out of his way to unofficially escort and aid Vidya throughout her pursuit. Also his faint romantic inclination towards Vidya seems out of place. Thankfully the director refrains from stretching it into any dream song zone. In fact Sujoy Ghosh shows utmost sincerity in keeping the narrative clutter-free, sans any songs or side-tracks.

         

The story is of one pregnant Vidya Bagchi (Vidya Balan) who comes to Kolkata from London in search of her husband who was in India on an assignment but suddenly went missing. There is little that the cops can do since they are unable to trace any records of her husband in the guest house, office or even airport immigration. Things take a drastic turn when Vidya learns that her husband had a lookalike and perhaps that could get him closer to her search. But soon her personal quest turns into a political conspiracy.

Though Kahaani gets to the point from the very start, the actual graph in the narrative ascends when Vidya's individual search for her husband takes a bureaucratic twist, with the intelligence department coming into picture. The local affair suddenly turns into a governmental concern.

Incidentally what seems to be a human drama at first glance is smartly moulded into a suspense-thriller. But at the same time there is much sensitivity in the direction to not leave it as a mere mechanical mystery tale but lend requisite heart. A dose of dark humour is wittily integrated through the track of a clerk-cum-contract killer who maintains a constant smirk while terminating his targets.

Technically a little jewel, this,Namrata Rao dexterously edits the film, never letting the viewer stray for a second. Cinematographer Setu captures the vibrant shades of the busy city of Kolkata with panache. The dialogues are crisp and effective.

Kahaani essentially banks upon the prowess of Vidya Balan, one of the most blessed actresses of the times, who impresses more with every new film. She brings depth and poise to her character and adds conviction in every scene. Parambrata Chattopadhyayis charming as Vidya's cop-companion and makes for a good supporting character.

Nawazuddin Siddiqui as the crude intelligence officer exudes solid screen presence and confidence.

Indraneil Sengupta does well in his cameo. Several other character artists lend adequate support.

Kahaani, undoubtedly, is Sujoy Ghosh's most accomplished works till date as he emerges as a skillful storyteller with the film .

Vishal-Shekhar’s music score are remarkably inspired.

If story is what you seek from a film, Go for it. Kahaani is a must-watch. Aami Shotti Bolchi!

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Darkness glory

High waving heather, 'neath stormy blasts bending,
Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars;

Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending,
Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending,
Man's spirit away from its drear dongeon sending,
Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars.

All down the mountain sides, wild forest lending
One mighty voice to the life-giving wind;

Rivers their banks in the jubilee rending,
Fast through the valleys a reckless course wending,
Wider and deeper their waters extending,
Leaving a desolate desert behind.

Shining and lowering and swelling and dying,
Changing for ever from midnight to noon;

Roaring like thunder, like soft music sighing,
Shadows on shadows advancing and flying,
Lightning-bright flashes the deep gloom defying,
Coming as swiftly and fading as soon.

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