Khola Mone!

Ei lekhata jokhon korte bosechi tokhon Kolkatar samay raat 9:15. Bangkok e raat 11:43. Adelaide e madhya rat, 1:13. Chicago te ekhono jholmoley roddur, shobey shuru hoeche din, shokal 9:45. London ekhon rabibasariyo dupurer majay, sekhane ekhon dupur 3:40.
Koto druto bodley jachhe shomoy. Prithibir ek prantya theke anya prantey. Rasamayir rasikatar badaley aaj nojor karche DJ mix. Shokaler fulko luchki ke bemalum bhule aaj patey porchhe Kentuckyr bhaja murgi. Sotti, kotom rokom bhabei na Murgi banano hoche amader.
Shomoyer niyome badlay shob kichu. Niyamer taley taley badlachhe shomoy o.
Aaj hothat ekta katha mone porlo. Tokhon aami sobe class one er chhatro. Ekdin pishi ke pakami mere ki ekta bolatey, se ghar nere bolechhilo, "Tui na boddo thoth kata"
Tar porer tin din dhore aami shomaney aynar samne dariye khojar chesta korechhilam aamar kata thoth!
Temni ei shomoy tao khub druto paltachhe. Bojha jachhena ki hochhe. Dhandar thekeo jatil mone hochhe shob kichu. Ei du bochhor ager September ei jar jonno aamra garjey uthechhilam, insaaf chheyechilam. Raater por raat hoye chala pratibader samarthane gala tulechhilam; aaj bochhor dui pore dekhlam tader lok jon i nirdhidhay rajnitir ranga manchey.
Tobe ki tader ei chhilo mone?
Kolkata atitey bohubar biswas kore thokeche, sebar o tar byatikrom hoyni. Kolkata i ekhon Insaaf chaiche!
Aaro koto ghotona. Ei sedin o juti ke aamra mone kortam kali juger 'kanu bina geet nai' er sera udaharan, aaj tarai dekhlam 'ranakhhetre mukhomukhi'. Khamatar jonno kina janina, kintu hothat i sei sangeet ta bodley gelo. Keno? Etodin jara eke oporer poripurok chhilen, tara keno badlalen? Naki etai juger niyam?
Janina. Kintu barey barey keno emon abiswas er ghotona ghote. Keno bar bar ja bhabi tar ulto ta hoy?
Ei sedin o jara ek jinish bhabto, tarai kon ek jadu kathir chhoyay dekhlam puro 180 degree ghure gelo. Tahole ki etodiner chinta bhabna ta bhul? Na ki sref dhanda baji oi bochhor gulo. Sukher payrader moto...!
Manush bodlabey jaani, jaani manush paltay. kintu tao ei anka banka pathyey erokom anek keo toh dekhlam jara bodlate channi. Sarajibon ja bhebechen tai kore esechen. Ebong, tara kintu swa swa khetre safal.
Tahole ki bolar shomy ese geche, "E boro sukher din noy"?
Kara tahole bhul. Jara etodin matadarsha ke pradhanya dilen naki tara jara juger haway gaa bhasachhen?

Naki tara sotti i back dated!?

Ek Alasher Alshemi!

Aamar dyara sotti i kichu hobena!

Katha chhilo kal bikel theke niyomito lekha shuru korbo. Aar prothom dinei jatharithi byartho. Emon kaajey atke gelam je aar lekhai holona. Jokhon bari phirey aamar study te boshar sujog pelam totokhhoney bhalo lekhar mejaj tai gayeb.

Tarupor sandhyebelar Mamar Dokaner breast cutlet er moutatey je bhabe abodhho hoyechilo shorir mon, tatey aar lekhar ichhe chhilo na.

Aami chirokaler late latif. Aami jani aamar moto alashata, aamar kuremi aamakey chirodin kurey kurey khaye, aar sei kurkure bhab ta aami besh ayesh korei upabhog kori.

Maa to bolei dieche, "Tor dara kichui hobena"

Thanks Maa, for knowing me so well.

Arekjon aamar kuremi sambandhye wakibahal. Ekjon joto ta sambhav chesta kore jachhen ei kuremi chharanor. Anyajon, boley boley ekhon haal chhere dieche. Bodhoy, bujhe geche 'bhobi bholbar noy' kingba 'aranye rodan!

Tateo bodlano jayni. Chaturdikey ei paribartaner hawa, cholo bodlai er aboheo aami sei timirei theke gechi. Attay ghum bhanga kali kaler bhanga bangiya bir pungab!

Emoni i bir je pash diye kono sarmeyo gele se bhoye more, bhison daray kono jhut jhamela ke, aparey maramari korle bhoye him hoe jae tar shorir. Tobu, birpungab!

Bodhyoy aamar moto birpurush der katha mathay rekhei kabiguru likhechhilen-- "Saat koti santaner he mughdha janani, rekhecho bangali kore, manush koroni"

Jakge, truti shikar kore nilam ei subadey. Katha roilo aaj bikel theke niyamito lekha hobei.

Katha roilo.

Apatoto karma khetre jawar prostuti nii. Anek getomi holo, tao mone hoche arektu alash hoye jai. E chhara aar ki i ba kora jay!

Ei to jiban kali'da!

Hath Baralei...

Janina tomader kemon legeche kalker lekhata.
Bhalo lagteo parey, mondyo o. Tobe sotti bolchhi, kaal lekhata kore aamar nijer besh bhalo legeche. Koto chepe rakha maan abhiman dukhhera je kal bandhyo khacha theke beriye porlo, tar hisebi chhilona.
Mon ta o aaj ektu bhalo.
Jara porecho, kemon laglo janio. Jara poroni, tara pore dekhte paro. Bodhoy khub kharap lagbena.
Tobe, ekta khobor achhe, aaj theke aami niyomito likhbo. Bibhinno bishoy uthe ashbe ei virtual space e. Lakhsya rekho.
Aaj raat thekei shuru hobe niyomito kathabala.
Darkarey, adarkarey likhbo, porbe, janabe. Eksathey path chala shuru hobe.
Hath ta bariye dekho, Hath baralei khuje pabe aamakey!!!
Bhalo Theko sobbai...!

Ekta 'sotti kathar' galpo...

Aaj ektu Banglay likhi?

Asholey hoeche ki, ei koekdin ghatanar ghanaghata aar kaajer jatakaley emon atke giechi, je bhalo kore lekhai hoyni. Jemon ghotona ghotche temni palla diye barche mon kharap. Koto katha, kathokata r daripallay nijeke boddo baddhyo lagche. Tai aajker ei Blog Banglay!

Aami Banglar chhele, ami banglay katha boli, Baglay lekha lekha kori. Tai Blog tao banglatei likhlam aaj.

Ei kodin monta ekdom bhalo nei. Kichu karone bhison bishonno e mon. Karon ta abashyai aamar karma sankranta. Byaktigoto noy.

Kaajer subadey bohu ghotona, durghotona, durlabh muhurter sakhhi hoi aamra. Jara sangbadikatar pesha o neshay jukto tader kache biswas jogwota ekta boro bharsar jayga. But, ekhane kaj korte gie dekhchi ekhane sotti ke sotti bola jayna. Here, you can't call a spade a spade!

Pochhondo na holeo bolte hoy, Ki bhalo hoyeche! kingba, Ki Kharap hoeche!

Aabar sobshomy sotti na bolleo samasya. E jeno puro golok dhanda.Koto rangai na dekhchi ei duniyay tao mukh kholar jo nei.

Majhe majhe ghum na ele jokhon raat jege janlar pashey boshe thaki, tokhon mone hoy asholey aamra ki korchhi? Nijeder nirapekhhota promaner janyo mukh bujey, jene shuney jal uchu nichu bolchhi. Kintu keno? Kono uttor nei...

Aamader byojestho ra ajibon bole esechhen, "Sat pathey chalo. Sada ke sada aar kalo ke kalo bolo. Etai niyam". Tobe, aaj keno ei paribartan?

Asholey, Ekhon dey dhawa juger hawa, aar tatei ek futkarey jachhi urey....

Sotti bole ekhon se agya, aar mithye bolle se asath. Tahole se ki bolbe? Binarity te na hoy gelam na, tahole ki bolbo? Janina gochher kichu ekta?

Tahole je byojesthoder eto diner katha gulo mithye hoe jabe???

E jug bolbe, "Mitthye hok"! Aacha, khub jante iche korey, tahole aagami jug ki bolbe?

Tara to uttor i khuje pabena. Prashnogulo hoyto tokhon o sahaji thakbe kintu uttor gulo hoye jabe ajana. Tokhon, ki upay?

Asholey aamader samasyar bijta gobhirey. Aamra nijeder samalochona sajhya korte akhyam. Aamader asha lokey sudhui gaal bhore prosongsha korbe. Kono ekdin ghee khele, aagami koek dashak lokey sei ghee er gandhoi mone rakhbe. Keno baba, ke ei mathar dibbi dieche?

Aami jokhon kaaj korte namchi tokhon somalochona sajhya korar khamata thakbena keno aamar? Jibon ta sudhu golap chhorano noy, golap er gandher majhe kantao thake. Keno aamar paye phhutbena sei kanta?

Ami ki emon bigyo? Ki emon mohan khamata aamar?

Ashol samasya etai. Aamra prosongshar kangal. Samalochana aamader aruchir upadan. Keno?

Jotodin na nijeder bodlate parbo aamra, totodin ei samasya chholche, cholbe!!!

Aamra na chaileo...

A Date with Dada!

(Statutory warning: Eta Kolkata, tai Banglay lekhatai banchhoniyo.)

We live in Kolkata, the land of Rosogollas, the land of Victoria Memorial, and also its the land of our very own Dadas. No, we aren't really referring them as brothers. They are just our Dada.

(Ekhane, Dadur boyoshi lok o apnar Dada!) Be it an old man just crossing the barrier of 90, or just a kid crossing his teenage days; they all are our Dada.

Here, the political leaders are Dada, the cricket captain is Dada, the phuchkawallah is Dada; or even the rickshaw puller is a Dada. (Rastar more dariye jokhon aamra chechai, "O dada sunchen!; tokhon ke je shone seta bola mushkil!)

That day while travelling in Metro, this journo came across an unique character. The man dressed in white kurta, and white payjama, introduced himself as ..... (naam ta dichhina, Dada khepe jete pare. The first thing he said was "Aami ekjon Dada. Shobar Dada"

Well, all this while we've seen Dadagiri of many people, but ini toh nijei nijeke Dada bolchen.

Journo: Who the hell are you?

Dada: Aarey, amaar naam....., duniyar Dada.

Journo: are you mad? You want to be the " duniyar dadaa?"

Dada: Arey Shala marbo ekhane lash porbe baganey. Aami holam Dada, aat theke ashi shobar Dada. Bujhle?

Journo: ( being a little polite) yup, bujhlam!

Dada: Shono bhaya, ami shokale dudhwalah der secretary, dash ta theke Auto bachao committeer sampadak, barotar por Bus tola jabena samity r pradhan, duto theke Footpath bachao committeer neta, tin ter por theke 'Hawker bachao committeer' sampdak. Charter por theke soja Maidan e Khela Bachao committee r karta, tarpor CAB r mali der sangram committeer pradhan. Chhota theke Taxi Andoloner kormi, sare sat tay Dhalao Mod license na dewa commiiteer hota, atta y Mod khan pran bachan commiiteer poresident. Natay Pratibad commiitee sere dashtay bari phiri. Aami Dada. Bojha gelo he sangabdik?

Journo: So, what do you do in late hours?

Dada: Oh, tokhon ami Ghumer bori khao committeer sampadak. Tokhon aami ghumiye ghumiye andolan kori. Koto struggle bujhcho bhai!

Journo: Well, have these protests of any use?

Dada: (With a soft smile) He He, ta ektu flop koreche boiki. Emon andolan korechi je loke ar ashol dudh kene na. Autoy chapena. Shob purono bus uthe geche. Footpath shob hawker ra nie nieche. Maidaner ardhek mathey khela hoyna. Andoloner jyalamoyi teje shob malider tariye dieche. Taxi ardhek uthe geche. Dhalao license dewa hoeche mod er dokaney. Dekhecho, koto kaaj hoeche.

Journo: How do you motivate people?

Dada: simple. Jekhane jai sekhanei chechai. Tarpor jhagra kori, loke bhabe circus hoche. Lok jute jay, tarpor tader matha chete ami andolan kori.

(Dada was in a hurry. He got down at Chandni Chowk), saying, "Choli bhai, ebar Metro bachao committee r sabhaya jabo"

For a second, this journo was speechless. If these are the Dadas, then can results be any better?

Jai hok, ei holo amader Kolkata, Ar ei holo amader DADA'R DADAGIRI!

(Next episode: Journo faces the agony aunt)

The Princess and the Journo!

Kolkata; August 20, 2009: The day started off with a 'bang' (no, it wasnt good... my head was banging, thanks to the bad old headache problem!) There were loads of assignments to be completed, and I was not feeling well. The body parts seemed to have given up, I was feeling drowsy, coughing out loud...

Maa was quite scared, "Swine Flu holo naki re???", she went on with her curiosity, thanks to the great Indian curiosity...

However, It went on well... A hot cup of coffee was enough to bring me back to life.

I started penning down some reportorial assignments, then tried calling up my princess charming, but as usual princess had decided to shut down her cell phone. So, texting was the only option to fall back on.

Anyways, amidst coughing and sneezing, and the suspicion of being affected by the 'swine' flu, day went ahead...

Cut to 14:00Hrs (IST)

Venue: Rabindra Sadan Metro Station

Her phone was ringing. It was the third time I tried calling her, but all efforts went in vein... Every time the call would end with a lady voice saying, "subscriber cant be contacted"

Bloody Hell!!! Why wasn't she taking my call??

Suddenly someone called me from the back. I looked back, saw the three musketiers standing in a row, with a smile. As if they had done a great job by not taking my call.

Well, after chatting for some time the two ''laugh birds" disappeared, and I was now joined by the princess.

My sixth sense sparked me off. I was finally able to get hold of the Princess, how can I let this opportunity go?

The diary came out from my bag, the dictaphone went in to work. Now, I was ready to face the Princess.

Journo: So, finally you have finally appeared in Rabindra Sadan. Why did it take so long?

Princess: (In straight cut Bengali) Ha go, cholei elam... Ganga pare ja jam na go... Aamader rajyer gari gulo shob two stroke, tai cholche na, tai hete elam ... Tai deri holo. Jakge, Rabi da (read, Tagore) r namey station e eshe boddo bhalo lagche!!!

Journo : (wondering what did that mean?) Dont you stay in the palace? Then why do you need a public transport? Hell with Two stroke...

Princess: Arey dhur, public transport e asbo keno? Aamader gari gulo to shob auto, shob i dhowa chhara two stroke marka. Ki aar kora jabe!

Journo: Cant you even afford a car ?

Princess: Na go, ei maa mati manusher jugey shob hobe saman. Aamra ekhon khete khawa public. Maa mati manush, aamra aar gaari tey chhorbona, ekhon aamra sudhu train e chapbo. Aaj Duranto, kal Uranto, porshu Ghumonto... Koto train!

Journo:Et tu princess?

Princess: Na go mairi bolchi, concept ta total fultu... Train er koto subidha, Howrah theke chepe bosbo Dighay giye namte hobena. Tamraliptay jabo, Kandari hoye asbo...

Journo: Good, got you. So, where are you heading next?

Princess: Ei ebar Metroy uthbo, soja Garia... Abara phirti train e Esplanade, sekhan theke chakra rail e, tarpor bari phirbo two strokey. Etuku two stroke chaptei hobe, noile Dada ra aamari stroke kore debe. Jakge, ekhon kati, tata!!!

What was it? An interview? An hallucination or the real reflection of a common man's life? The Princess made me go back to a decade earlier. The catch line of a te;lecom company said, "Its for everyone, maharaja or praja"... Now, after a decade, its so true...

(Next episode: The Dada and the Journo)