Jhinuk

Shesh jebare October e
Giyechhilam Puri
Jhinuk kothay? Shebar kebol
Kuriyechhilam nuri

Ami tokhon nobom sreni
Ami tokhon boi
Benimadhob, Benimadhob
Tomar jhinuk koi?

Bochhor gachhe, doshok gachhe
Tobuo jhinuk khnuji
Amar moton tuio kothao
Jhinuk khnujish bujhi?

Jhinuk ra keu tokeo khnoje
Dine ebong raat e
Hoyto tara lukiye chhilo
Tor i opekkhate

Khnujto toke shomudre ar
Puri r baluchore
Ajke ora peyechhe khnuje
Onek diner pore

Onek jhinuk aj o amar
Kuriye newa baki
Ador kore tokeo jodi
Jhinuk bole daki?

Rag korbi? Korte parish
Mondo chhele bhebe
Puri r shagor, dheu tule she
Shob bhashiye debe.

Kobitar Khata

(Ei golper shob choritro shompurno kalponik. Kono bastob ghotonar shonge mil akantoi kaktaliyo o onichchhakrito)

Aj shokale amar kobitar khatata kemon odbhut bhabe hashchhilo. Ami to obak. "Ki re, hashchhish kano?" Jigyesh kortei aro bichchhiri bhabe heshe bollo "Tumi ajkal kirokokm jano shob kobita lekho." Ami to moha khappa! Amar kobita niye fajlami? Bollam "Oh, khub to kabyoroshik hoechhish dekhchhi. Kano, ki amon kharap amar kobitagulo?" O bollo "Oma, kharap kokhon bollam? Kharap noy to. Ei mane....ektu kamon jano." Shune ami aro rege gelam. Bollam "Tai bujhi? Ta kamon shuni ektu?" O bollo "Nijei pore nao na. Tomar lekha dosh bochhor agekar kobitagulo o to roechhe."

Ami kichhuta birokto hoei porte arombho korlam. Shei class 7 theke ei khatatay kobita likhchhi. Oshob porte ki ar akhon bhalolage? Nehati shishushulobh, boka-boka, opotu haater koekta okkhorke pashapashi boshiye kobita korar cheshta hoechhe.

Kintu porte gie kamon jano akta laglo. Eigulo ki shotti amar lekha? Hater lekha ta to hubohu akrokom. Kintu ei shobdogulo? Ei chhondo? Egulo shob ki shotyi amar? Ar chokhe takiye dekhlam khatata mukh tipe hashchhe. Ami na dakhar bhan kore pore chollam. Kintu porbo ki? Proti line ei je chomke uthchhi! Eishob akshomoy ami i bhabtam? Ei ami i? Mone korbar cheshta korlam. Shesh kobe eibhabe bhebechhi? Mone porlo na.

Fer khatar dike chokh feralam. Totokkhone pata oltate oltate class 12 perie first year e pouchhe gechhi. Kintu tokhono ki jhokjhoke chhondo! Ki chonmone obhibyakti! Ki ulloshito gotibeg! Nijeri ashchorjo lage.

Khatata totokkhone heshe pray goriye pore. Ami ektu oprostut hoe bollam "Ai shon na...mane tui ki....mane eta ki tui onekdin dhorei...." O bollo "Ami to goto du bochhor dhore tomake ishara korchhi, tumi takabar nam i koro na". Ami bollam "Achha, eta kano hochhe bol to? Mane tor ki mone hoy?"

Eta shune o akebare ho ho kore heshe uthlo. Bollo "Tumi to achchha gobet! Amar mone hobe koththeke? Khatar ki mon thake? Ami to shudhui smriti". Ami bollam "Ta dutor modhye parthokyo ta ki shuni?" O bollo "Oitai to tomar dosh. Moner duto ongsho thake. Akta ongsho thake otite, take bole smriti. Arekta thake bhobishhote, tar nam asha. Tumi to akta ke niei mete thako".

Shune amon raag holo je khatatake tule chhure fellam matite. Dosh pochhorer purono khata. Patagulo khule berie elo. Class 8 er kobita gulo haway urte laglo. 11 er kobita gulo chhorie galo khaater tolay. Ar mashkhanek agekar dhushor, rongchota kobita gulo pant er dhulo jhere hashte hashte amake bollo "Bhoy nei. Ora ure geleo, amra tomar shongei thakbo".

Kuntala Di r jonno

Tomar moto boka aro onek
Tomar moto shahosh tader nei
Ei kobita porbe na onekei

Shonar cheye porosh pathor dami
Bajare tar bikroymulyo?
Hoyto she-i tomar shomotulyo

Je desh e akhono godhulir daam achhe
Shei desh oi ghumay tomar buk e
New York theke Kolkata obhimukhe

Shara mash dhore shunchhi boss er buli
Masher sheshe melachhi checkbook
Shob mile jay bechara ujbuk

Shob mile jay, haate thake pencil
Du-char chhotro kagoj shonge tar
Bari ferbar daak ei kobitar.

Amra jara ondhokare hatre berai niyom
Bipodkale equation khuji
Tader kotha likhte boshe abeg kothay pai
Roilo haat e statistical pnuji

Ora jokhon class er majhe janla diye lafay
Dhorbe bole bhnokkatta ghuri
Amra tokhon dupurbelar homework e thasha
Bikelbela hoyto ba jhalmuri

Amar bikel chhotar shomoy hobei hobe shesh
Share chhotay "Jonmobhumi" shuru
Aj kal ar porshu shobi shomudrotei meshe
Beach er dhare jhinuk, pora churut

Oder bikel raat periye bhorer dike dhaay
Konodin ba majhratrei shesh
Obak raat e tara ra akashe mitimiti chokhe chaay
Oder bikel shonar horin besh

Amra jara prem korechhi deyalghori r shathe
Kobji jader janan die jaay
Shaara shokal bhabchhi boshe oder kamon kore
Shaat second e bochhor ghure jaay

"Aashchhe bochhor hoyei jabe" ashay thake jara
Tader ashay upodesher gnuro
Abegprobon joubone tar shabek-probon buli
Ei kobita nehaat arek buro

Dead man's profile

(A childhood friend of mine passed away last month. His 8 year long fight against Blood Cancer came to a halt on 12th November, 2009.

Today I was casually going about orkut, when I accidentally went to his profile. It sent a cold wave down my spine to feel that the profile I was visiting belongs (or is it "belonged"?) to a person who is there no more!

The next few lines are dedicated to Anirban Chanda, my friend since class 7).


His "About Me" is still there
He says he "loves to enjoy every moment
that comes in life---who knows kal ho na ho".
What did he mean when he wrote this?

Anirban, do you know I am visiting your profile?
Can you see my scrap?
Can you still read English alphabets?
Do you remember any of the languages?

I always wondered why your profile pic
Has Hrithik Roshan when you are such a big SRK fan
I always thought I would ask you
Do you think I was a bit too late?

I don't know what he thinks
I don't know whether he thinks at all
I guess I should stop thinking
And think beyond the thoughts.

Shorkar

Ami tomar nirbachito shorkar noi
Tomar kachhe amar kono daybodhhota nei

Amar neeti achhe, koushol achhe
Achhe lorai
Amaro dabidawa achhe
Nei shudhu potakar chhap.

Ami tomar shashok o noi, birodhio na
Tomar shomorthon ba birodhita
Aki mudrar epith-opith
(Du'pith ei mudrar maan shoman)

Amaro obhimaan achhe, gonorosh achhe
Rastajora bikkhobh
Achhe kushoputtolika daho
Tobe sheta tomar putul noy

Putul der nirbachoni shobhay
Tomar vote ki shomoy-shocheton?

Welcome, Scientist!

(The following lines were inspired by a teacher of mine who, while explaining some experimental observations, told us in class “There need not be a reason for everything”)

“Why is it so?” you ask

To your father, and then to your tutor

To your high school teacher

To the professor, and his research associate

And to the guest lecturer from Harvard

Finally, convinced that

The question has not been answered

You ask the molecule itself

Through your own innovative mind

And sincere, hard work.

Have you found your answer, scientist?

Or have you lost them all?

You have asked so many people

And would keep doing so

But have if you ever asked yourself?

Maybe you have? Maybe unknowingly?

Maybe you answered already?

Maybe your equations feel betrayed?

Maybe your apparatus scorn at you?

“Everything need not have a reason”!

Welcome scientist! Welcome to the world

Where lightning strikes because it does

Where sky is blue because it looks beautiful

Where lovers kiss even before realizing

Where people die in excellent health

Where you read this junk, because you want to…..