"Khalibari" bole ekta faka bhite-mati chhilo amader barir thik pashe... math chhilona seta.. kintu amader football..cricket...batminton...er math khalibari e chhilo...
asol khalibaritar malik chhilen (mane ekhono achhen) Ananta Nath, kintu ei bhiter thik pashei Alakh Kakuder bhite tao achhe.. Khalibari bolte abar dutokei bojhano hoto kokhono kokhono... duto jomike alada kore rekhechhilo ekta kul gachh... Alakh Kakuder bhite take sima-rekhar moto ghire rekhechhilo sari sari gachh... supuri-aam-r kichhu nam na-jana gachh o... duto jomir ekprante chhilo ghono bansh-bon r tar pechhone birat Alakh Kakuder pukur... jekhane amra sntare namle uthte chaitam na... mere othano hoto... Khalibarir onyo prante chhilo sodor rasta... amader barita rastar dharei chhilo... to sei kul gachh tay prochur kul ashto... borora bolten "Saraswati pujor aage kul motei khabina.. porikkhay fail korbi...", ami kintu onek bar kul kheyecchilam porikkha korar jonyo je porikkhay fail kori kina... (onekbar lobh-bosoto o kheyechhi) kintu koi fail to korini... fail korte bhoy petam ekta karonei... bondhura uporer class e uthe jabe r ami theke jabo... se ki lojja!
Khalibari sobcheye priyo hoye jeto poush sonkrantir somoy... sonkrantir aager din "mera-meri" kortam ei Khalibari tei... din ponero kuri dhore dadader dol... ami ar Denis amra "nera" kat te jetam kaste haate mathe... bojhai kore ene rakhtam Khalibaritei... jome jome sonkrantir thik ager din porjonto tila hoye jeto... "mera-merir" ghor banatam sobai mile.. kathamo ta thakto "chunga"r bansher...(dolu bansh)... bansh gulo ke sontorpone asto rekheditam... tar karon ektu porei bolchhi... sei mera-merir ghore picnic korteam kintu sara rat thakar permit shsudhu dadaderi chhilo... koek bochhor por oboshyo onek biplob kore sei odhikar ami kere nite perechhilam... tobe prothom prothom... thom thome kado kado obhimani chehara niye nirobe ghore fire jete hoto... rat 10/11 tar dike... sei obhimaner kodor keu kortona.. korlei je bipod..! Porer din bhor bela jed niye amii sobar aage uthtam,... 4te 4.30 ter dike... poush masher kon kone shiter bhore jhap ditam Alakh Kakuder pukure... chan kore firle maa notun kapor poriye diye mukhe tiler naru dito... tarpor "mera-merir" ghore amra agun lagatam... asto bansh thakar jonyo.. Deepavalir bomb er moto aoaz hoto r tatei chhilo amader bhari moja... tobe aste aste jokhon agun nibhe ashto... mon tao temon bhari hote suru korto... abar arekta bochhor...!
Bola hoyni.. je Ei khalibarike sadar rasta theke alada kore rekhechhilo ekta nala... "drain" noy... drain manei nongra... amar Kakimoni Silchar shohorer chhilen bole otake "drain" bolten... tate amader dukkho hoto... ota nungra chhilona motei... porishkar jol chhilo... amer dine jore haoa cholle aam porto... ar amra jhapiye portam sei nalay... abar school theke firei ami chhip niye e i nalar dharei bostam... bose thaktam sara bikel jotokkhon na sondhye hoye aschhe... r kichhui dekha jachchhena... prothom prothom khub kosto petam... boroder chhipe kemon bhalo bhalo prochur machh uthchhe kintu amar tate kichhui asena je!! Maake giye nalish kortam.. "amar chhipe keno machh othena?? keno?? Himangshu kakur chhipe to machh utchhe to uthchhei.. Koi.. Shingi...Punthi..!! Amar keno othena maa....o....maaa???" .. tokhon bujhtam na je maar ete kichhui koroniyo chhilona... na tobe chhilo... maa shudhu bolto... "dhorjyo rakhte hoy...machh dhorte gele...dhorjyo na rakhle hoyna re..." tai dhorjyo rakha shikhechhilam...aar ei bodobhyesh konodin chharte parini... kichhudin por fol na mane machh ashte suru korlo... prochur machh uth te suru korlo... amader parar ostad Samar Kaku jokhon bollen... "Kankan.. amar sathe amader pukure machh dhorbi? Bikele asis to...." se ki ananda... Samar kaku dakchhe amake machh dhorar jonye.... kothay bikel... school theke firei chhutlam... machh dhorlam... onar motlob chhilo machhe... r amar dhorar anande....amar mone achhe... amar dadu jokhon sesh niswash tyag koren... ami tokhon chhip haate pukurei chhilam... chhip ta tulechhi matro.. ekta punthi machh jhule achhe.. emon somoy maa'r arto kanna sune chhip fele chhute giyechhilam... Dadu amar khub priyo chhilen ar amio unar... Dadur kule bose Ramayan... Mahabharat... koto sunechhi...ajo mone achhe... amar Kukurer proti bhoy ta ektu baje bhabei beshi chhilo... kintu Dadur sathe berole... dadu thengiye taariye diten kukur, ei karone dadu aro beshi priyo chhilen... uni cholegelen... unar haate kore gorha Kather Dotola baritao ekhon r nei.. rupantorito holo ekta concrete er toiri ulto kore rakha biroktikor bakse...sedin thekei amar r bari nei... ! Nalata sukiye gelo... tarpor rup nilo municipalityr "Drain" er... Khalibari o ekhon concrete-bakso-dhaka... tarsathe somadhisto holo amader chhotobela chirotore... ekhonkar bachchha guloke dekhle kosto hoy... eder kachhe dhorjyo korte shekhar kono upay nei... sei nala je r nei... chhip o nei... tai to era "shortcut to success" e biswashi hoye uthchhe... higher secondaryr por jara joint pelo... tara engineering r bakira B.A/B.Sc kore science chherediye MBA... chakri pete hobe.. tara tari.. chakr chakri chakri....kore pagol hoye gelo! dhorjyo rakhle je chakri paoa jayna.. boyesh beriye jay... tai r ajker dine maa-ra dhorjyo rakhte shekhay na... !
Kintu... kintu...amio je pagol hoye jachchhi... amaro je kothao kono ek patay onko bhul hoyegelo... r je milchhei na... ar jeno milbei na... konodin...!
asol khalibaritar malik chhilen (mane ekhono achhen) Ananta Nath, kintu ei bhiter thik pashei Alakh Kakuder bhite tao achhe.. Khalibari bolte abar dutokei bojhano hoto kokhono kokhono... duto jomike alada kore rekhechhilo ekta kul gachh... Alakh Kakuder bhite take sima-rekhar moto ghire rekhechhilo sari sari gachh... supuri-aam-r kichhu nam na-jana gachh o... duto jomir ekprante chhilo ghono bansh-bon r tar pechhone birat Alakh Kakuder pukur... jekhane amra sntare namle uthte chaitam na... mere othano hoto... Khalibarir onyo prante chhilo sodor rasta... amader barita rastar dharei chhilo... to sei kul gachh tay prochur kul ashto... borora bolten "Saraswati pujor aage kul motei khabina.. porikkhay fail korbi...", ami kintu onek bar kul kheyecchilam porikkha korar jonyo je porikkhay fail kori kina... (onekbar lobh-bosoto o kheyechhi) kintu koi fail to korini... fail korte bhoy petam ekta karonei... bondhura uporer class e uthe jabe r ami theke jabo... se ki lojja!
Khalibari sobcheye priyo hoye jeto poush sonkrantir somoy... sonkrantir aager din "mera-meri" kortam ei Khalibari tei... din ponero kuri dhore dadader dol... ami ar Denis amra "nera" kat te jetam kaste haate mathe... bojhai kore ene rakhtam Khalibaritei... jome jome sonkrantir thik ager din porjonto tila hoye jeto... "mera-merir" ghor banatam sobai mile.. kathamo ta thakto "chunga"r bansher...(dolu bansh)... bansh gulo ke sontorpone asto rekheditam... tar karon ektu porei bolchhi... sei mera-merir ghore picnic korteam kintu sara rat thakar permit shsudhu dadaderi chhilo... koek bochhor por oboshyo onek biplob kore sei odhikar ami kere nite perechhilam... tobe prothom prothom... thom thome kado kado obhimani chehara niye nirobe ghore fire jete hoto... rat 10/11 tar dike... sei obhimaner kodor keu kortona.. korlei je bipod..! Porer din bhor bela jed niye amii sobar aage uthtam,... 4te 4.30 ter dike... poush masher kon kone shiter bhore jhap ditam Alakh Kakuder pukure... chan kore firle maa notun kapor poriye diye mukhe tiler naru dito... tarpor "mera-merir" ghore amra agun lagatam... asto bansh thakar jonyo.. Deepavalir bomb er moto aoaz hoto r tatei chhilo amader bhari moja... tobe aste aste jokhon agun nibhe ashto... mon tao temon bhari hote suru korto... abar arekta bochhor...!
Bola hoyni.. je Ei khalibarike sadar rasta theke alada kore rekhechhilo ekta nala... "drain" noy... drain manei nongra... amar Kakimoni Silchar shohorer chhilen bole otake "drain" bolten... tate amader dukkho hoto... ota nungra chhilona motei... porishkar jol chhilo... amer dine jore haoa cholle aam porto... ar amra jhapiye portam sei nalay... abar school theke firei ami chhip niye e i nalar dharei bostam... bose thaktam sara bikel jotokkhon na sondhye hoye aschhe... r kichhui dekha jachchhena... prothom prothom khub kosto petam... boroder chhipe kemon bhalo bhalo prochur machh uthchhe kintu amar tate kichhui asena je!! Maake giye nalish kortam.. "amar chhipe keno machh othena?? keno?? Himangshu kakur chhipe to machh utchhe to uthchhei.. Koi.. Shingi...Punthi..!! Amar keno othena maa....o....maaa???" .. tokhon bujhtam na je maar ete kichhui koroniyo chhilona... na tobe chhilo... maa shudhu bolto... "dhorjyo rakhte hoy...machh dhorte gele...dhorjyo na rakhle hoyna re..." tai dhorjyo rakha shikhechhilam...aar ei bodobhyesh konodin chharte parini... kichhudin por fol na mane machh ashte suru korlo... prochur machh uth te suru korlo... amader parar ostad Samar Kaku jokhon bollen... "Kankan.. amar sathe amader pukure machh dhorbi? Bikele asis to...." se ki ananda... Samar kaku dakchhe amake machh dhorar jonye.... kothay bikel... school theke firei chhutlam... machh dhorlam... onar motlob chhilo machhe... r amar dhorar anande....amar mone achhe... amar dadu jokhon sesh niswash tyag koren... ami tokhon chhip haate pukurei chhilam... chhip ta tulechhi matro.. ekta punthi machh jhule achhe.. emon somoy maa'r arto kanna sune chhip fele chhute giyechhilam... Dadu amar khub priyo chhilen ar amio unar... Dadur kule bose Ramayan... Mahabharat... koto sunechhi...ajo mone achhe... amar Kukurer proti bhoy ta ektu baje bhabei beshi chhilo... kintu Dadur sathe berole... dadu thengiye taariye diten kukur, ei karone dadu aro beshi priyo chhilen... uni cholegelen... unar haate kore gorha Kather Dotola baritao ekhon r nei.. rupantorito holo ekta concrete er toiri ulto kore rakha biroktikor bakse...sedin thekei amar r bari nei... ! Nalata sukiye gelo... tarpor rup nilo municipalityr "Drain" er... Khalibari o ekhon concrete-bakso-dhaka... tarsathe somadhisto holo amader chhotobela chirotore... ekhonkar bachchha guloke dekhle kosto hoy... eder kachhe dhorjyo korte shekhar kono upay nei... sei nala je r nei... chhip o nei... tai to era "shortcut to success" e biswashi hoye uthchhe... higher secondaryr por jara joint pelo... tara engineering r bakira B.A/B.Sc kore science chherediye MBA... chakri pete hobe.. tara tari.. chakr chakri chakri....kore pagol hoye gelo! dhorjyo rakhle je chakri paoa jayna.. boyesh beriye jay... tai r ajker dine maa-ra dhorjyo rakhte shekhay na... !
Kintu... kintu...amio je pagol hoye jachchhi... amaro je kothao kono ek patay onko bhul hoyegelo... r je milchhei na... ar jeno milbei na... konodin...!
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ReplyDeleteyes! We are losing "something". "Something" may be related to our origins. WE are losing it to get something new. Whether its good or bad that is debatable issue. Question is whether all the changes would have been possible with out ruining the past.
ReplyDeleteDo not blame the people who has taken the easier path, as described by you. If you think a bit, you will find that they are forced to take the path by the Indian recent economic policy. They are weak people,
"Indian recent economic policy" is showing them the path where to go and where not to. In this economic system we can not do what we want, we have to follow the path which we will be shown. Is this a different kind of freedom? DOES THE FREEDOM REALLY EXIST?
@Rick...
ReplyDeleteyes exactly right... I know the origin of all these evil lies in "Indian recent economic policy"... I am not blaming anyone... it was not at all an intellectual analysis... it is just my feelings.. as last night I was missing all those things too much... I usually miss but now I have erased that habbit too... still last night I could not sleep well.. and all I could do is this what u see in the post... again I am saying... this is not at all an analysis kind of thing... and I am not blaming anyone...
@Rick... I am sorry but I can't recognize u...!
ReplyDeleteindia is economically much better now....so why even try to be subtle?or have patience?...or go deep? ....everything is available from girls..to cars ..to clothes....everything in hand....and all the distances that we created in our mind are a thing of the past..all that dry brooding thoughts...were .not a outcome of reason...but a outcome of circumstances....and circumstances have changed.....like rick(who?) said we are loosing our ethnicity...that maybe true...but loosing ethnicity must be differentiated from loosing poverty....
ReplyDeleteand all around me they look like newly developed rich as ambitious as pigs
as smart as platic..
as sincere as a font-changed plagiarized phd
as cultured as rakhi sawant
but enough of revolution now.....we have had enough....find a comfortable chair...sit and enjoy the show....and let not my comments destroy your peaceful thoughts...
ar dhorjyo to dhorteu oibo...kene je koileu pagol howa jay na.....ta to janou
ReplyDelete"but enough of revolution now.....we have had enough"-
ReplyDeleteWhat does this mean? Do you know how to run a car with out petroleum efficiently? Do you know how to control nuclear power efficiently without harming mankind? Can you tell me why should I have to bye a small transistor from out side India? Why can not we produce a computer in our country? If India has enough money why the no. of people under the poverty line is not decreasing fast? If some body wants to be a painter why you are pushing him to become an software engineer? Do you know how many farmers use to commit suicide every year in our country?........................ There exist too many questions to be answered. Finally I cannot resist myself asking you one question that why till today we can not compare our selves with the entire Europe?
@Rick & Sandipan...
ReplyDeleteyour views and points are always welcome... but from my point I just want to say that, this was a recollection of my memory mixed with the emotion of the morning,September 29th and nothing else, the point is that I have completely given up the path of reasoning and asserting and trying to prove anything... and that is why if you go through the lines that I have written, you'll hardly find any language of revenge or revolution or protest or anything like that... these were the lines attributed to a decade past child... just a recollection & nothing more and nothing less... yes one can debate and show reasons... one can always justify his/her thoughts... may be thats why now there are innumerable ways and arguments and thoughts... and at least I am highly confused and simply needed piece and I have chosen a dark corner... and have got no energy or will to argue... but will be always ready to listen...
@Rick... "but enough of revolution now.....we have had enough", I know what did he mean by this... actually there was a time, we had spent, thinking over and over all the day and nights... so much that it could be represented by the word "enough", I guess, may be thats why he has chosen the chair, "find a comfortable chair...sit and enjoy the show....", as I have also said "I have chosen a dark corner... and have got no energy or will to argue... but will be always ready to listen... ", yes this is really a show... and one more thing... the MBA that I had mentioned is even better, the new Research policy is even... even... oh no... no more... I quit... baddao... yes we have nothing more to say... just enjoy the show... but I quit saying that its ones individual freedom "to sit in his/her chair to enjoy the sow or join the show"
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ReplyDeletesimple things do not find easy access into my hard skull... so after many days ever since i created this blog, i now find certain motives to release some of my pieces there...
ReplyDeletetomar koy ekta kobita gulo porlam...i like their souls... they please me because i find them familiar... you never whole-heartedly like things that are strange and completely unknown... i know these souls... i was a little sceptical of their survival... happy to know someone who is haunted by these spirits... so, you need not see a Ravi Shankar... he can't be as SPIRITual as you...
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ReplyDeletewell last night we discussed about the filth in politics wherein you said that there should not be any borders dividing mankind. so you were against the creation of nations. i agree people should remain united, but, don't you think that if there be no borders demarcating lands then, it might lead to the loss of identity of places. like, if somebody asks me where i stay and if my answer were to be that i stay on earth, then, how does the questioner know precisely where on earth i stay. as per my opinion, borders should stay. but they should not adversely influence our relations with people living in the neighbouring nations. why at all do we look down upon them as foreigners, (in an ideal situation). things should at least stand like the way it is in europe. and yes, i should have the freedom to stay anywhere on earth, move freely; borders should not restrict my free movement. no one should look at it as an intrusion to a nation's sovereignty. i support this view of yours. but do you have this freedom within your so-called secular and regionalism-free state? there is nothing wrong in the creation of borders on earth. it is mandatory for good governance and a heck lot of other reasons. but why should it affect your mind that you cannot accept a guy from some other land? i might sound a little relative. but how can you put aside what you see and experience. do you know at times we behave like dogs. have you seen how dogs urinate and create their own locality? and if ever another dog from another locality trespasses the boundary, they are shooed away by the native dogs. so basically we are responding to our beastly instincts forgetting that we are supposed to take the core of our instincts to a better level and mould it into a better shape. but if such ideal things take place, how at all our civilised and sober thieves survive?
ReplyDelete@Sauvik,
ReplyDeleteI saw these comments by you just now today (05:22 am, 12/08/2011), I am sorry, I am almost unavle for a long period in blogging... so this blog is like a left village house by its owner who went abroad long back... and grass are growing everywhere... every bit of it is covered by dust and spider net...
Thanks to some one who visited this place after a long long time... but I think you could also feel the loneliness dirtiness and the pain of this house...
about your comment, I will just say that, we will talk over this on a later time in a different space...
thanks again for the visit.
tomar comment er uttor amar blog a achhe... Btw, mahabharat nischoy porecho... tomake joto tuk vojechi, monehochhe, in this age, nobody can analyse it better than u...
ReplyDeletetai amar ekta proshno... Gita (i.e., meaninglessness) dui rokom vojha jay... Karna hoye, othoba Arjun hoye... the discussion between Karna and Krishna ends in a stalemate, while that between Krishna and Arjun ends in the victory of the former... so you basically know which method is my preference...
don't call Khalibari a dirty place...
@Sauvik... Khalibari is not dirty but sorry to say that it does not exist !
ReplyDeleteit does not come as a surprise to me... even wonders don't live forever... so khalibari had to die... but i believe it still exists in your mind... my home back at Lakhipur is a khalibari now... the ghost of my childhood still hovers there... you know, i used to say quite confidently that if i had to leave my sweet home, i would without any pain... ridiculously the time is taking revenge on me... i miss my freedom, i miss my home... i could identify your khalibari with a house that had been my home... i mean it is still my home... but its ramshackle condition, its loneliness coupled with my helplessness and earned-inability makes me sad...
ReplyDeleteYes by the way this blog in itself is a khalibari...
anarchism, is what you are indicating at... am i right... statelessness... somewhat difficult to implement... perhaps a little too much individual-centric... monehoy... i am not too sure... aro podte hobe...
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