room-mate

goto ek soptaho dhore amar room mate tar didi-r baRi geche. ami gota ghor ta juRe besh raajokiyo bhabe baash korchi. jamakapoR cheRe edik odik chuRe chuRe felchi, school er bag er theke jinish upche poRche, payer moja theke mathar clip shob-i besh nijomone ghora fera korche. ami cha-er bodole coffee khacchi (tar abar coffee rochena, chini chaRa cha khan, jotto shob), bina headphone e gaan sunchi, phone e fishfish korte hocche na...ei to chai! adha rent e gota ghor, MS student er kache er cheye lobhoNiyo khub kom jinish i ache..

tobu odbhut kando dyakho, ami pray roj i take phone kore khNoj nicchi, she kobe firbe....eka eka boddo boring. onyano room mate gulo ke niye kutlibaji na kora porjonto thik mone shanti hocche na. college e jaoa-r rastaye je ami protidin bina karoNe ottohashyo kore lok chomkate expert, shei ami ajkal bhNuru kuchke, matha nichu kore hNati. jah baba!!!

ei room mate manush ti emon kichu ahamori na. nehat i sadamatha. saat choRe raa kate na. take ekbaar ami bhul kore "ek thabRa marbo" bolay, she khilkhil kore heshe uthechilo. bojho. ektu gobechara bote, kintu rege gele (oi baaki room mate der opor, bicchu ek ek ta) rokkhe nei. motamuti rannaghore ekta mini tandob! she Madhuri Dixit o na, Madam Curie o na. she gaan o gaye na, chobi o anke na. she ultra emotional serial er ektai episode baroNbar dyakhe, ar thik totobar i amaye golpo (chilo rumal, hoye gyalo beRal) ta shonaye. she naki bollywood er encyclopaedia niye ghore, kintu jiggesh korle sothik somoy ekta naam o mone korte pare na. tobe???

she shaat sokale amaye deke tule breakfast khete baddho kore. she amar eNto bashon sonamukh kore dhuye dey, ebong ta ektibaar er jonno ullekh kore na. she tar kaaj shesh kore lab er moto bhoyaboho jaygay professor der nagaler moddhyei boshe thake, jotokkhon na amar chuti hoy. bajaar er duto bag hole, she amaye halka ta diye nije bharita ney. du pa giye daRiye poRe sheta onnyo byapar. she amar pallay poRe non veg tyaag kore tel moshla hiin niramish i sudhu khacche na, tar byapok tareef o korche. she raat e amar shonge golpo korte korte hothath bole othe-"are bhor hoye geche dyakh, cho park e jai".

tar shonge theke amar mone hoy, ekta didi thakle hoyto erokom hoto. tahole chotobyala-e mathaye asha odbhut kheyal gulo sottyi te poriNoto korar ekta songi paoa jeto. tahole chad-er ghore mon kharap kore lukiye na theke, tar samne gola cheRe kNada jeto. tahole bondhu-bhaab ebong bondhu-bicched er ghorotoro pNyaach gulo diary bore likhte hoto na. tahole 23 bochorer durghotona gulo 28 bochorer onubhob diye rukhe rakha jeto.

she ektu mathamota, ektu bokashoka, besh khanikta pagol. kintu she sudhu amar room mate na, she amar bondhu. she bhoy peye odbhut hashyokor bhabe douRe rasta cross kore hoyto, kintu tar moton sahoshi meye ami khub ekta dekhini.

tai jonnoi ami chai, she jyano taratari fire ashe.

relativity

she woke up in the morning, switched on her laptop, checked her mail. nothing of importance whatsoever. not what she wanted. she checked her cell. no miscalls. she switched to facebook. no new notifications. wrong start to the day. all day long she did everything she had to, with her heart in a far away country, wondering, waiting. her mother called her incessantly. she refused to take the call. what did it matter anymore? the woman who divorced her father could no longer be of any importance to her. all she wanted was to talk to him, to find out if what she optimistically hoped for was true... what did she not do for him? anyways...she starved herself daylong. one amongst many goals of her life at present was to fit into the hot pair of skinny jeans she had spied at the mall...at 48kg, she was ridiculously overweight! no wonder the calls didn't come...oh what agony life was...would anyone ever understand?

she woke up and looked for her lone companion. the dog sat patiently beside her head, waiting for her to stir. she fished in her rags for the few leftover crumbs and fed it to her friend. suddenly, a car zoomed by, splashing a rush of muddy water on her. wrong start of the day.all day long she had to walk from one signal to another, trying in vain to convince the travellers to buy her bunch of stale flowers. she wished she had a family. a person who would take responsibility. a person who would feed her. a person who would worry if she came back late to the plastic tent she called home. she needed food.at 48 kg, she could hardly bear the labour. she looked as wasted as the flowers she sold. no wonder the money didn't come. the old, bald, paunchy man would snatch away her money as it is...

her mother sent her a happy meal through the driver. God, that woman...didn't she know burgers were sin? she opened the window of her car...and unflinchingly threw the packet on the pavement. the girl caught it.

not a bad day at all.