Duto Faltu Kotha

sobai ekhon bolche, are kauke bhalo lagle oto bhoy paoar kii ache, jhot kore bole dilei hoy. chotobyala theke kintu shune aschi cheleder songe kotha bolte nei.

I guess ami boRo hoye gechi.

kalke ekjon amake bollo, je jyamon dhor aam. tui nischoi "amar aam bhalo lage" kotha ta bolar aage khub ekta beshi bhabish na. tahole ekta chele ke niye eto problem kyano? take o bina dwidha e bole deoa jaye je "ki korbo boss bhalo lege gyache, kichu korar nei ". ami kichu bolini. kintu mathay e ekta kotha i ghurchilo.

aam er jodi kotha bolar khomota thakto, aar aam jodi chailei, "tui khub bhalo meye kintu ami thik toke pochondo korte parchi na, tui please amay khash na " kotha ta bole, amay chokher poloke reject korte parto, tahole hoy to ami jibone aam er proti o amar bhalobasha prokash kortam na.

bhagyish aam er ei handicap tuku ache, ki bolo?

For Viewing Pleasure!

There is nothing sexier than a bengali man!

Hence Proved!

A memory

It was a very crucial day. Our standard eighth results were going to be declared. But more than that, we would find out if our friends remained with us in the same class. "Shuffling" was, back then, the most feared word. Indrani calls me up, and sweet that she is, proceeds to tell me in her sing song voice.." You know whaaaat, aaaal the classes have been maintained, only section E has been shuffled". There, that moment, that was it.

Section E was very different. Very important. Very hep. It was a hybrid between the first boy and the naughtiest. It had the coolest class teacher. It had my then raging crush. But more importantly, it had DV. We had fought with teachers to let us sit together, we had gossip sessions every thursday afternoon after school, on the terrace attic, where weekly post mortem would be made of every word said, every look exchanged, every feeling felt....as if talking through every damn period, five days a week was not enough.

DV was my best friend then. In some unknown, intutioned way, she was the only one in school who always got what i said, and more importantly, what i did not. She understood my erratic mood swings, my continuous bad temper, my irritably faulty logic, my anal desire to be "always right"...and accepted me the way I am. But thats not the reason I loved her. I did, because I did. Simple. I hated that she was obsessed about her hair, that she was too girlish at times, that she always had to argue and put me in my place, but being her friend came so naturally ....we were the two most different individuals there ever could be, but there you go...

And so, being separated from her was unthinkable. Hell, if she came late for assembly, I would freak out, forget not being in the same class for a year !! We even considered mollifying the Principal, that if she wanted good results, she should definitely consider putting us back where we belonged. But this was in 2002, and a lot has happened since then...

Times change. People change even faster. I hardly talk to her once a month now. But think of her, I do. Very very often. Whenever I run into probable troubles with the other, more prominent parts of my life. And with me, thats not very rare :) But most interestingly, whenever I meet her, I feel not a day has lapsed. That we are back again, she still as passionate about whatever she is passionate about, me, still wondering what exactly it is that I am passionate about...

A lot has changed. But after a decade, we are, in a very weirdly, far away, twisted way, still the same. Love you leech ;)

Bhalobashar Gaan

Gaan gulo bhalobasha hole pore shone, na ki shunle bhalobashte ichche kore, na ki gaan gulo ke i bhalobeshe shone, seta thik clear noy. kintu jokhon mon kyamon kore, aar aajkalporshu-r gaan shuneo mon bhalo howar konoi lokkhon dyakha jay na, tokhon ei gaan gulo shuni. shune mon kyamon to beRei jaye, jotto rajjyer na paoa dukkho bhiR kore ashe...tobu shuni. oi mon kyamon ta amar boRoi prio! thik gaan gulor moton...

1. majhe majhe tobo dyakha pai, chirodin kyano pai ne?- kyanoki boss, ku jhik jhik theke shuru kore, uDo jahaj, chapte chaile dher khanik gyater poysa khorcha korte hoy. poysa hole tobu ekta kotha chilo, dollar khoroch korata ektu iye, baRabaRi....na ki? tar upor luggage harale to aar kothai nei.

2. ami tomar shonge bNedhechi amaro pran- kintu tumi jano nai. ki aar kora jabe? tumi erokom asto ekta gobet seta to jana chilo na. tahole onno kothao byabosta kora i jeto. aar gaan chaRa kichu diye ki praN adou bNadha jaye? kobita? boddo beshi aNtel hoye jabe na? ekei kichu bojhe na...

3. mor bhabonare ki haowa-e matalo- katrina na..na...ei jaah aar naam mone porche na. kintu je haowa i hok na kyano, tolpaR kore chaRbe, guarantee dilam. ek mash por dekhbe bank account kha kha, poRar boi e dhulo, restaurant e kheye kheye pet e chorbi, bondhu mohol e jogajog bichchinno...

4. amar mon mane na- mon er aar dosh ki? gtalk e chat kore kore samne dyakhar jotoi basona jaguk na kyano, amar desher mati onek duur, tai sudhu majhe majhei dyakha, tai mon kharap, sekhan theke binge eating, tay ojon bridhdhi...golmele toxic cycle ekebare...

5. ami tomar prem e hobo sobar kolonkobhagi- tai hote hobe. because, soja kotha, bhaag korar moton aar kisui nei. ek khana baRi, tate pishi mashi kaka sobai ekotrito hoye kutkochali korche, baganer aam hoy honuman, noyto danpite chele, eder chara karur kopalei jutche na, boRo mach ta gublur baba ke na diye of course gublu ke i dite hobe.....sutoraNg tomar kopale kolonko chaRa kichui nei sonamoni.

6. amar hiya-r majhe lukiechile- kyano he? amar roNo murti ke bhoy peyechile bujhi? bhoy peo na bhoy peo na, tomay ami marbona. sudhu kal 17 khana misscall dilam, 5 ta voicemail, emonki goyendagiri kore jante parlam oi gaye pora meyeta-r songe "kites" dekhte gechile? bod meye, tay bod cinema!!! lukono chaRa aar goti kii bolo?

7. biroho modhur holo aji- taxi-r poysa nei. no problem. atleast riksha e haowa khaoate paro. ta na, bhiR bus e thele othalo. tha tha kora dupur-e uni victoria e chine badam khete khete amar dike du baar, aar onyanno romoNider dike ponchash baar takaben, cinema hall e bipasha basu-r cheRa genji dekhe jibh diye tokas tokas kore jhol poRbe. ei obosthay-e biroho boRoi modhur...

8. ami ruup-e tomay bholabona- sala tomar kotha bhebei adha chul peke gyalo. tomar songe raat bhor chat korei chokh er neech kalo chaap, sara mukh bron na phuskuri, kiser jyano stamp mara, din ke din sob kota jeans tight hoye jachche, ruup er aar baki ache ki, je bholabo. and what do you mean by bholabo? gyanoto obostha te i srichoron khana niye esho na baap, eto dhong kiser?

9. diboso rojonii ami jyano kar ashay ashay thaki- self respect ta ke ekta botol e bhore bhashiye diyechi to, tai. sara din phone ta ki bajlo, nirghat ekta message eseche, thak phone ta rekhe ektu hNete ashi, jokhon beje jabe, dhorbo na tokhon bujhbe koto dhaan e koto chaal. kintu nope, phone niirob. tokhon aar ki, kaan er matha kheye nijei phone othao. number dial koro, "dhur ami kyano baar baar korbo" bole kete dao. abar othao...chaliye jao!

10. haye bhiiru prem, haye re- eta niye aar byango korte parlam na jano. ei bhoy ei to sob gyalo. bhalobasha, bhalobashar kotha, kauke bojhate, bolte, eto bhoy lage kyano? eta to nischoi sunte karur i kharap lagbe na? tobu, amra jhogRa kori heRe golay, othocho bhalobashi kori fishfish kore. prem sottyi bhiiru, ta moddhobitto hok, aar na hok.

Robi thakur- ami sure tomar moner kotha aar keu na bujhuk, ami bujhboi. ami nischit, tomar prem e jorjorito hridoy tahar sukomol pododhoni suniya, tahake bahu pashe joRaiya, tahar kompito oshtadhar chumbon korite byakul hoiia uthito..na chai, tumio byata amar i moton frustu chile :D

P.S- Please keu kichu mone koro na. RobindroSongeet amar cheye beshi khub kom lok i bhalobashe.

Instructioned

I have many bad habits. One of them, is wanting to do everything I know I cant. Cutting a pineapple features on that list.

Like I said before, I love the fruit. But cannot in my dreams, imagine cutting it with the flimsy kitchen knife. How my room mate manages it, I hardly know, but I am beyond such achievements. But, eating it, is another matter altogether. I look at the small, neat cubes, sprinkled with white salt and sugar crystals, the juice dripping down one side, and I cant wait to pop it in my mouth, bite into the tangy flesh, fighting the urge to have more.

I wondered what I would do with the one in my bag, as the rumi was absent, and no one to teach me the nitty gritties of maneuvering a pineapple. I came back. Changed into war gear, clutched the knife in my hand, and opened the bag, half expecting it to throw its brazen edges at me. And it lay there, with its green, overgrown crown, its yellowish brown, pockmarked skin, ready to be murdered.

And tied innocently to its neck, was a white card, with pineapple cutting instructions on it. Step wise, with pictures.

A good night was had by me.

If only the rest of my life would be similar. Instructioned. Easy.

A good day

Almost a week back, the room mate and I had a rare, good day. This is why...

1. We both bunked our respective jobs. There is something about breaking rules. The temporary superiority, that you are above an established system, is a different high altogether. Yes, thats how sad my life is :/

2. We executed a plan. That was made several afternoons ago. Now, we make a lot of plans. Full fledged, google mapped, solid plans. But then laziness prevails and all we do is eat cereals and watch youtube. So, walking exactly 23 minutes, in the hot sun, just to eat something that was bland as hell, serves as a bigtime ego boost. If I want it, I can do it. Huh.

3. We ate out. Yayyy !!!! This does not even need to be justified. Yes, it was salad. It was bland, and grass like, and not very filling, and the waitress messed up the bill, and a little kid dropped juice all over the place...but stop complaining, will you?

4. We discovered a cool new hanging out place. By accident that too. We were so demotivated with the food, we did'nt even want to walk back. So we just hung around. And there, in the midst of nowhere, was a little wood like plank, that went right into the river. You could sit on it, and hang your legs, and read a book or sing forgotten songs by the shade of the tree, with the river flowing right beneath you, bringing little stuff with herself, stuff that belonged to someone, somewhere, before it passed them by...

5. We talked. And laughed. For no reason. Whats good about that you may ask? Well, its a big deal when you can discuss the same old work, research, family, money and men or the lack of both :P, over and over again and not be bored! We surprised ourselves by deeply philosophising * one moment, and gossiping true blue girl style the next.

6. We went to the farmer's market. Which is soooo much better than labelled departmental stores. Remember the line "Is this a class or a fish market? " Well... my class would be proud to be called a American fish market, so silent and spotless it is. Blah. Now, this was how it should be. Yes, its dirty, and a bit smelly, and wet with mud, and the vegetables and fruits almost spilled over from the racks, and nothing was where it should be, but come on, that is what i always knew a market to be !!! I loved it and cat wait to be back.

7. We had a pineapple. I cannot cut a pineapple. I assumed no one else but my mother can. And hence, denied myself the pleasure. But praise to Allah, Jesus, Bhogoban, Andromeda galaxy,whoever... my roomie can !!!!! Now all I am gonna have all summer are succulent cubes of yellow deliciousness with salt and sugar and red mirchi all over it ! Tangy bliss. Bring it on :D

The fact that the sun shone harsher when we perspired 23 minutes back, and that the heavy farmer's stuff almost dislodged our limbs, and that as we fell on our beds, promising never to go back to the dirty, dingy place again....is another story altogether. And an unnecessary one.

Because go again we will. Very soon at that.

*- I made it up. My blog, my rules. Big deal.

Khyalar Patro

Chotobyalar theke jotobaar she oi dokaan ta r samne diye jaye, shoto byastota-r moddhyeo kicchukhon opekkha kore. samne-r showcase ei putul ta shajano. kNokRa sonali chule chotto golapi phool, hNatu lomba jama ta bodhoy silk er. paye aNto sNato moja r songe belt lagano juto. gol gol gaal e halka laal abha. mukhe mishti hashi. chokh er neel moNi ta surje-r alo te thikre othe.

putul ta-ke bhalobashar tar bishesh kon karoN chilo na. kintu roj hNata pothe, putul ta-r mon bholano hashi dekhei tar jibon obhyosto hoye uthechilo. ashe pashe aro onek, pray ek i rokom, emonki aro onek lobhonio khyalna-r majhe, putul ta i sob cheye beshi akorshoNio hoye othe tar kache. ekla dupure, nisshongo khyala-e she mone mone putul ta r shonge kotha koy, hashe, ador kore.

she opekkha kore kobe swopner putul shottyi tar khyalar sathi hobe.

bochor kete jaye. tar ekhon putul khyalar ichche nei. ichche thakleo, boyesh ki aar ache? she ekhon boRo meye bole kotha. boRo meyeder onek kichu korte nei. tai she mon diye tar notun, khub i adhunik, bidesh theke mejo mama-r pathano puzzle er somadhan khNujte byasto. mon ta majhe majhei paRa-r dokanta e uNki maare, kintu eto bochor er obichar o obhimaan e she o monke kothin bhabe bNedhe rekheche. eto bochor hoye gyalo....keu i ki kichui bojhena?

choto kaka-r songei hath dhore school e jeto she, she ki ekbaro bojheni? protibar pujo te thakur er kache sref ekti i abedon koreche bochor er por bochor...mati-r thakur ki tahole asholei matir? joljole chokh duto diye je putul ta take protidin dyakhe, putul er mone kokhono omanushik ichche jage na tar mane?

aajke tar jonmodin. sondhye byala cake, luchi, payesh kheye sobai fire gyache. roNg choNge, koRmoR awaj kora kagoj e moRa ek ekta upohaar khulte thake she. golper boi, pencil box, teddy bear, roNg pencil, koto kii...sobar sheshe, oprottashito bhabei, putul ta beriye ashe. ke diyeche, kono naam nei...

hothath paoar anonde she ki bolbe, kake bolbe kichui bojhe na. diirgho chepe rakha hashi aar kanna dui i tar gaal e cholke othe, she chup kore nijer dotana nijei onubhob korar cheshta kore. she ei aashirbaad mone mone paoar onek prarthona koreche, kintu she je aaj boRo hoye gyache. putul er bhalobasha, sobar ogochore, sobar upore tule rakha chaRa aar kono kichui je she korte parbe na!

sobai sob bojhe. bujheo je kyano eto deri kore?