Museo Archeologico Nazionale di Napoli

Castel dell'Ovo, Napoli

                     Castel dell'Ovo (The Egg Castle)

(Remember the first scene of Nuovo Cinema Paradiso ?

Mighty Vesuvius

Interior of Castel dell'Ovo

 Interior of Castel dell'Ovo

Top of Castel dell'Ovo

Mafia Style...

From the window of Castel dell'Ovo

Modern Hieroglyphics ???

Interior of Castel dell'Ovo

This "just married" couple came in Castel dell'Ovo for photo-session...

Interior of Castel dell'Ovo

 This sea-shore is kind of Mumbai's Marin drive... only much cleaner....

Peroni the local Napolitan small Beer (Peroni piccola 1 Euro)

Actual Visiting date: 22 July 2013

Bus from San Paolo stadium to Piazza Vittoria

Bus No. C18

Return bus No. R7

Dream and Reality

Suppose you are in a deep sleep and you are dreaming... inside that dream everything is consistent with everything else...  taste, gravity... love and pain ! Will you realize being within the dream that you are dreaming ? From my experience, the moment I encounter an inconstancy, a big one, most of the time I reach a conclusion that I am dreaming and just after that moment I either wake up completely or wake up for a moment and then continue dreaming and again forget that I woke up ! But if I don't see any inconstancy, everything just goes on and on like reality...

Now what is an inconsistency ? For an example, I see I am flying but not freely, I do swim in the air and I rise high up... but at some point I realized may be I am breaking "momentum conservation" as the air was not viscous enough ! And after that I dropped badly and the dream broke down ! Now "Noether's Theorem" is an established fact and so my flying failed... but see actually I was flying and within that dream I could still continue but I couldn't ! Now suppose someone doesn't know anything about the laws of nature will continue flying like me in his/her dream ! If I experience everything obeying the established laws of nature or something that is not yet established or we have never experienced and that which doesn't seem to contradict the established facts or may be I don't know the correspondence principle to compare that new experience with established facts, then I'll never realize whether its allowed or not and I'll go on experiencing it until I realize any inconsistency !

Once you realize the reality of the dream are you able to play around with the laws ? Are you able to suddenly jump like superman ? At least I can't do that as after the realization that I am dreaming usually leads me to waking up... and after waking up I cannot effect the reality within dream... as its a past ! So a person cannot effect the reality outside the dream and when one awakes one cannot alter anything within the dream which is now past !

The point is, are we all dreaming ?

In the primitive stage of mankind, almost everything was "unexplained" as we din't notice the laws... but then we started to see the patterns... and so discovering laws of nature, but what if all of these are laws of "a nature" that exist within a  "long perfect dream" ?  Suppose one has the ability to stay inside the dream at will even after knowing that he is dreaming so he will be able to play around with the laws as he know its all a dream... But only if he can stay within the dreaming without waking up !

Sounds like Matrix ? Or "advaita philosophy" ? Whatever, but can anyone prove logically that "it is impossible" ? I expect logical flaws in it.

Winter 2013, Barak Valley

            

          Mumbai is not so hot and winter also doesn't touch it much... I was waiting to see once again "Alakh Kaku's" shop almost invisible from our terrace at home in Lala Bajar. Honestly speaking I am extremely... super bored staying in Mumbai. In no way I can connect myself to that metro. So I was waiting to reach home on the new-year's eve. Every time I plan to visit home, and pack my luggage my expectations keep on increasing exponentially during my travel... but on reaching home, it actually drops down to zero and even cross the zero-level towards negative ! The reason is a "over discussed" topic so I don't wanna bore you too ! In simple sentence, I can say that its like the dream that Sandipan discussed with me, he saw his home was erased from the ground leaving an vast empty field (but actually this feeling is not bad) !

       This time the difference was after long wait and fight I actually bought my own camera, I remember, from our childhood days how we borrowed cameras (roll) from others and studios and shoot the "katakhal", those days our rolls used to roll from Lala Bajar to Silchar and after approximately a week we could see what we shot almost a few months back !!! This time I had my camera and lots of plan in my head to capture the smoky face of the unimportant lands of Barak Valley... Unfortunately I could not see fog much and in this album "Winter 2013, Barak Valley" one won't feel the "winter" much, as except "11th Jan 2013" other days and nights were moderately cold and even the 11th day of january being cold was not foggy at all ! So ultimately this whole home-visit was not a success, but I tried to pick up some places which keeps the passion of "winter" in them ! 

           For me winter is not just a season but a way to escape the real dull world... some how the foggy mornings and the smoky distant villages... after the vast empty fields gives me hope to slip through the holes of uninteresting dull and frustrating reality to other worlds... "winter" is a portal of hope !

                                          CLICK HERE TO VISIT THE ALBUM PAGE

Jajabor Srenir Jati

Toder ke mone pore
jajabor tora rastay baniyechhilis ghor
bhinno-groher birje toder jonmo

durboddho shunyotay tora bhore diyechhilis din rat
ar sara bochhor toder klanti ritu
eki rastay paa-guloke hantiye niye jetis roj
byerthotar mukh dekhate

udyeshyohinotai chhilo toder udyeshyo

traffic er jhok jhoke alo ar ondhokarer tsunami dheu
aste aste ghor bhengchhilo toder...
tora bodhoy tai chaitish..

othoba toder chaoa paoay kono somporkoi chhilona !
shudhui buke hydrogen bhore 
shoshaner opor ure beranoi chhilo ekgheye obhyes

kintu ami jantam 
tora somudre toliye jaoa sohor theke esechhilish
tai duswopno asto toder dube jaoar
ar dube jaoar ager suswopnorao...

reshomer alto chhua diye jeto toder thote
norom haat guchhiye diye jeto aguchhalo ghor
khonosthayi bosonte tokhon janla khule ditish... 
aar projapoti dhukto ghore...

er por deshlai er agune poratish tora projapotir palok
tar chhai diye likhtish kobita...

tora bhese gechhis 
alor bonya r ondhokarer tsunami dheue...
kauke paoa gechhe kauke paoa jayni...
keu keu beche thakle khapa khaoate pareni notun abohaoay

toder gaye pora projapotir gondho
toder ki dorkar chhilo ei prithibir? 

Je Bikel Ar Konodini Asbena....

 Artist: Samiran Sarkar

Aj saradin ghumiye jokhon rat 8 tay uthe ektu beriyechhi dekhlam ek odbhut haoa boichhe sara TIFR chottore, somudrer dhar bole sobsomoyi pray haoa boy kintu prochondo jore... ajker bikeler moto noy... ajker batashe ekta madokota chhilo... helogen er alo o jeno khub ekta joralo chhilona... oswotho patar faake fake helogen alo r misti pagol haoa mejhete chhayar jeno mayajal bunechhilo... ei sohore ektio bondhu paini tobu eka totota mone hoyna... oshontushthi sobsomoyi achhe thakbe... biroktio thake kintu ajker moto eka kokhono mone hoyni nijeke... e ek onyo dhoroner eka laga, thik jemon ta mone hoto onek aage chhotobela gramdesher kono atmiyo barite gele, bikel bela ghum theke uthte deri kore jokhon feltam r sobai mile berate beriye jeto barite eka amake chhere... sondhya nambe nambe emon somoy jokhon ghum bhangto, uthe dekhtam sarata barite pakhir kichirmichir r uthone tangano jama kaporer bikeler udbhranto batase neshatur er moto edik odik dola... eto sundor bikele mon beshi kharap hoto... sobai jeno sorojontro korechhe amar sathe... Bombayr ajker ei rat ta jeno onekta temoni, boddo mon kharap hoye giyechhilo... poschhim dik tay somudro, hather kachhei, tobu jaini... nijeke bhabte deyni sedike somudro... bhebechhi sedike achhe sei gram desher atmiyo barir math r jongol... jedike berate gechhe sobai amake eka fele.... mon kharap holeo ajker rat amake emon onubhuti diye gelo ja bhebechhilam ar konodini pabona... sei bikeler swad je bikel ar konodini asbena....

Adorer Noukoder Proti

"bhese jay adorer nouko..."
dur theke se dekhe gelo tader chole jaoa...
bristi dine ghola joler ghate badhano nouko sari sari...
ar birat kalo kather setur opor chole gelo koyla rel-gari..
ora pore achhe onyo kono deshe onyo kono kaale !
kash boneo jhore gelo ful ekaki nirobe sara bikel
purono dighir badhano ghate shimuler tulo urlo sobar olokhye...
chal dhute asa nobobodhur achol bhije gelo,
osphuto se kichhu bollo karo sonar somoyi holo na ar

surjo dube cholechhe oder biler opare niyome
bochhorer por bochhor...
ekta chhobi dhore rakhte cheyechhilo se
tik tik somoy thik kete gelo...
sob mithye sob bhul...
briddhangul dekhiye, adorer nouko bhesei chole gelo...

Visit To a Helpless Mother

I reached Silchar on 13th July 2012 from my home, just after two days I was supposed to start for Mumbai, but it was 15th of July, I was sleeping... I woke up by my message tone... the message was “Pritam is no more...”, I called back and my friend said that Pritam’s body was found... I didn’t believe. In fact, I and my friend Sandipan were thinking of many possibilities... we thought “ the kidnappers will call Pritam’s home asking for money... or may be those goons had beaten him hard and left somewhere in senseless condition... he will wake up... or may be he has ran away and hiding somewhere... may be he has taken shelter in someone’s house... he will be badly injured... “ and many things like that... better never thought that he has been murdered ! Getting that news I thought, ok I know its not Pritam ! I started for his home and I met his relatives reaching there... they said that his uncle and others have identified Pritam’s body and they are sure... I didn’t cry... I didn’t react... ! I don’t know why everything seemed to me a mere lie ! Reasons said its true but whenever I think of him I can just say, “no no it can’t be... Pritam is full of life... how can he die like that... no no“. Honestly speaking I didn’t have the courage to face his parents. I could not visit their home for a few days. Many times I made my mind to see his mother but whenever I had reached his lane, 'Sripally' I changed my mind! I did not have any words of consolation which I could give to his parents, indeed I could not console myself.

One day I made up my mind and went to Pritam's house. I entered through the door and saw his mother... she hugged me and kissed on my head... It felt like land has moved beneath my feet. Felt like I am in the vacuum... “now what ?  what should I tell her ? and how ?” She was not crying. Her eyes were blank. She told me about Pritam’s complains to her that why doesn’t she receive his calls. She was uttering every bit of pritam. I was speechless and sitting like a stone. Pritam’s aunt was sitting in that room. She asked me something but I was unable to get any meaning. I was sitting there for 15 to 20 minutes and I came back without uttering a word ! What I realized is that Pritam’s mother who has lost her only son, has no sense of what is going on -  protests, investigations! She is lost somewhere. She is just like a stone now who can only talk about Pritam and nothing else. She doesn’t even understand anything else much. She can talk about where her son used to sleep... sit... walk... !

       We know that Pritam was an aspiring scientist... we know that he was too dedicated to Physics, we know he was a brilliant photographer.. we also know that Pritam would go to help a victim of accident in the street... we know what we have lost, but she knows she has lost her son, she will never hear the word “maa” anymore... and that makes us helpless ! May be this country will get many scientists... many photographers... many great human beings but what makes my heart break is the fact that we cannot give her only son back to her... how will she live her rest of the life ?

       I request those murderers, those police officials, those co-passengers, those ministers... please come and visit her... see how Pritam’s mother is... ! I believe when those murderers return back even they will commit suicide...

Please visit:

https://www.facebook.com/JusticeForPritam

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Every single day, we think about his mother, our will to get Justice for Pritam becomes stronger. Please join us in this fight.

Please sign the following petition and share it with everyone you know:

http://www.change.org/en-IN/petitions/please-provide-justice-for-pritam-and-punishment-for-criminals

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The End of SAP

We had a trend of interrogating the newcomers in the name of ragging those days in the Physics Department of Gurucharan College, Silchar. I was also ragged, I found it super interesting, you will know why if I give an example question: 

Question : Is it possible that two lines can intersect each other ?

My answer: yes 

Question: Where ?

My answer: at infinity.

If ragging is like this then who won't enjoy ? Moreover, our department was completely different from any other departments in our college, in many respects, the building is outside the main campus of the college. Teachers were strongly involved in research, especially, Surajit Sir, Atri mam & TKD Sir. It was hard to differentiate, who is junior and who is senior among all the students as all the three year students used to have "adda" together....  After my ragging was over from that very day I got the ticket of the regular adda with my seniors.

              Next year... admissions were over, classes have just started, we invited the newcomers to attend a meeting that we are going to hold in our favorite "third year room" (the room attached with the lab, at the end of our department building). Let me tell you here one secret, I had a selfish intention behind this ragging job, I was actually searching for two people who are seriously devoted to Physics, with whom I can hang out discussing concepts of Physics and nurture new ideas and can carry out amateur research and mainly I wanted to learn from them because I was only interested and curious but I didn't have enough knowledge. I was in the second year, I needed two juniors because none of my seniors were willing to chose Physics as their lives, fortunately I knew Subhasish Chakraborty well, he was already my friend and I had so many glimpse of brilliance in him, he had taken admission this year so I was sure,  two we already were the last one I needed. Before the meeting, Subhasish had secretly informed me, " There is a boy in our batch who is seriously devoted to Physics, he has very firm concepts and mainly he has a very innovative and unconventional mindset." I was confident about my friend Subhasish and so I was very happy that my search will find an end after all. Usually the interrogation class started, one after one we had called, some were unwilling to answer us as they believed we didn't belong to any authority and some were really impressive. Then Subhasish whispered in my ear, "Pritam Bhattacharjee" and pointed me to a very nice and handsome boy... sitting calm and quit, I went to Pritam and asked him a few things... he was trying to explain but he could not do it clearly but we got him... and also got that this boy is definitely the one we are searching for. 

               After all the classes were over I went to Pritam and told him, "This evening please come to my house, Subhasish will accompany you. That day I and Subhasish explained him our plans and surprisingly Pritam liked it very much. We had weekly three days meet but in a few days it became a daily job and gradually we lost the track of time and space... any day any time any where... Physics... Physics and Physics... One day we named our group "SAP", stands for Subhasish, Atanu & pritam... but also Strings' Academy of Physics... We bought a black-board and placed it in my room of my Vivekananda Road rental house, one of us would go to the board and explain the others what he had personally understood about any difficult concept. By that time everyone started to notice us together and the "SAP" was already famous... I think if one visits the classrooms of Physics department, G C College, he/she will find "Psi Alpha Pi" that is "SAP" in Greek letters on the walls... soon we three became best friends...

              Other than Physics we had one thing common in us "photography", unfortunately none of us had any camera ! But we were dreaming to have one... one day Pritam said, "I had a faint but nonzero chance of getting one digicam... if I can request my family seriously... may be they can buy me one... as I have got a sign of that today...", obviously we started to force him and so he started to force his parents.... ultimately he had succeeded and along with him we had a party... Here I should also mention about Sandipan, because Sandipan, my childhood friend was also a lover of photography... and he was already introduced to "SAP"... so we four had only one ordinary (extra ordinary in those days) "canon powershot" camera, with that we started our journey of Photography... Pritam's unique thing was that he used to capture small things those days... "insects", "tiny plants", "mushrooms" and things like that and he never edited anything... My bad habit was that every year I had to change my rental house starting from my Higher Secondary days... so I shifted to Atalbasti, a muslim family or better to say, "Chachi Ammas" house... Chachi Amma liked all of us very much... she loved Pritam and Subhasish as everyday they used to visit my place and stay for the whole day... It was the time of flood in Silchar and the flood was only a few meters away from my house... naturally Pritam with his camera and we comreds... those pictures were the best of all.... "Subhasis's Specs", "The House Sunk In The Blue Water", "The Buffaloes" all taken those days... we then joined Sandipan in his "NIT Silchar" and explored the flooded NIT with Pritam's libero bike and subhasish's old scooter... we criticized and hated newborn cheap culture... we hated the way globalization was taking away the economic security of a common man... taking away our "homes" ! 

               Let me now come back to SAP, I was in the third year of B.Sc, Pritam and Subhasish in the second year, I was staying at my Vivekananda Road house, so we were holding our SAP meet there. We three were fascinated by Einstein's Relativity but were uncomfortable with the ideas of Quantum Mechanics (everyone is !), but our dissatisfaction was so intense that we started to think of constructing a different theory which would explain the results of Quantum Mechanics. We had taken the phenomenon of "Electron Diffraction Pattern" when electrons pass through gold foil. We were trying to explain the diffraction pattern by using classical Physics. Within a few days we had found an idea which could do the job, we thought the phenomenon as "Deflection" instead of "Diffraction" that is the pattern formed by the electrons passing through the gold foil is actually due to the periodic electric field due to the positive ion cores of the Gold atoms, we started from the scratch...  worked on it all the day all the night... we used to bunk classes and those days we had completely forgotten that we had a college ! One whole month worked on it and finally reached at a satisfactory point, we named our paper "Electron Deflection Pattern", luckily at that time Prof. Sudhakar panda of Harishchandra Research Institute (HRI), Allahabad, was visiting Silchar as he was the supervisor of our Atri Madam. We submitted our paper to him, he thoroughly read it and made the complement,"you three are the amateur Physicists." Then he explained us where we were wrong, and explained in detail Dirac's "Superposition Principle" of Quantum Mechanics, I and Subhasish were convinced but Pritam was not, he kept on working on it and so we had to join him as we were the "SAP"... we found situations like "Neutrons Under Gravity" and so we three were then convinced by the power of Quantum Mechanics. There were many examples of new ideas that we worked on together, but the thing that impressed me a lot was Pritam's old diary, the school days diary... full of rough sketches... equations and diagrams... full of innovative ideas... brilliant ideas... His main power was his intuition, the most important tool to become a "Theoretical Physicist", many time he could intuitively tell the goal and so it would become easier for us to do hard work on it in the right direction and achieve the result. 

              One serious problem Pritam had was that he never cared the exam ! I and Subhasish also were not too serious about the exams but at least one month prior to the exams we used to start studying for the honors exams (ofcourse we didn't cared the pass subjects!), but Pritam won't study, he will only study the last night... the night before the exam ! I remember it was his second year final, I went to his home, he was busy with "Maxwell's demon" but next day he had his honors paper ! Sometimes we used to request, "Pritam please study for the exam... you have only 3 days left...", he would just say, "hmm... seriously I should." But we knew well he would not! He did not even take the entrance seriously and so we departed ! I joined "S N Bose National Centre for Basic Sciences, Kolkata" for M.Sc, next year Subhasish joined me, Pritam went to "Guwahati University, guwahati", I left S N Bose after my masters and joined "Tata Institute of Fundamental Research, Mumbai" for PhD, but we were in touch with each other and we had a plan that after completing our PhDs and Post Docs we will reunite to "SAP" and will continue our matured collaborative research on High Energy Particle Physics (we three were fascinated by Particle Theory). 

              Now we know that our plan will never succeed, Pritam betrayed us ! He was not allowed to become what he was supposed to be... what was his life... his dream... his reality... to devote his life to Physics... he was not allowed to do Physics anymore... his dreams were cut short by some animals who will never realize what "Quantum Mechanics" is... they don't have enough grey matter inside their skull to realize what they have done... what Pritam was ! But what should we do ? Where is SAP ? Everything is over... what remains is Pritam's memories which will haunt us throughout our lives... its a bliss that we were together at the same time it will remain as a never ending curse that Pritam will is not and will not be with us working on Physics ! 

              I wish if I could believe in God, Heaven and Hell, Reincarnation... soul... I could still dream that his soul is with us... but like Pritam we two are also hardcore atheists and so we are helpless we are cursed !

                                                                     

I request you all to support the movement "Justice For Pritam" as he died because he protested... he was brutally murdered because he believed in the system... in police... he stood up against those miscreants when they were harassing his co-passengers but now those co-passengers are keeping their mouth shut ! Friends please join the movement, Pritam's death should not go in vain !

https://www.facebook.com/JusticeForPritam

and please sign the petition:

http://www.change.org/en-IN/petitions/please-provide-justice-for-pritam-and-punishment-for-criminals

Somudro

    Image taken from the blog: http://nilbhasane.blogspot.in/

Bisaad jome jome jokhoni pahar hoyechhe, obhiman niye gechhi somudrer kachhe, bolechhi,  "Dekho, tomar goveerota theke amar bisaad koto uchu koto birat, amar hridoy nischoyi tomar oshimota thekeo sudur bistrito... "

Somudro kichhu boleni, jemon bishal temoni chup, bose thaklam emni aro kichhukkhon, bikel theke  sondhya holo... tarpor ondhokar... sob shanto hoyegelo... sudhu shunlam tire ese dheuer bhenge jaoa... birat jahaj gulor ostitwo bilin hoye jaoa durer mit mit alo... r batasher sha sha... somudro tobu kichhu boleni... prothome shanti... tarpor bhoy elo tarpor bibhishika... ektu ektu kore pichhiye jete laglam...  osphuto konthe bollam, 

"tumi eto bishal... keno ?"

fire ashar somoyo somudro kichhu bollona... se janto ami abar asbo.... aro birat aro uchu bisaad ar

dukkher pahar niye... r se swabhabhik bhabei graas kore nebe amar ostitwo...   

    

Chiro Sondhya

Ek prithibi sesh,
ek juger seshe juddho sere... sobai dighir pare bose achhe...
sara dighi jure tulo jhorei cholechhe...

akashe kalo kore achhe megh, kintu bristi namchhena...
jeno nambeo na... emni gumot thakbe ei chiro-sondhya
konodin rat hobena !

haschhe sobai mile eksathe dighir dike takiye, sukno hasi...
namchhena keu jole..
oder kothao jabar nei, kichchhu korar nei...
sob jana-jaoa-asha jeno hoyegechhe sesh...





Its just a dream that I had in a half-sleeping-half-conscious state last morning ! And I recall one more dream that resembles in concept... I and my two close friends were sitting on a rock-wall... and there were a few more unknowns scattered here and there... all were silent and watching forward with blank eyes... in front of us was a dry ocean... where the last piece of ice was melting down slowly and the water was getting sucked by the cracked dry base of the ocean immediately. There wass nothing... simply nothing left around us on the earth except rocks and walls... and everything was in black and white... none of us were frightened... we had no expressions in our faces... we were just too tired to be afraid of anything !

Girls And Boys

In the beginning boys and girls are kids... then girls get matured earlier and they become "TEENS" but the boys stay kids for a while... then suddenly every boy becomes an Old Man... but the girls stay as "TEENS"...

But evolution has changed the convention... now

boys and girls start as kids... girls continue to be kids and even cannot leave their childhood habit of playing with Teddy Bears when they are even near 30s... and the boys become DUDES and they continue to be until they loose their teeth and realize that soon they are going to die... 

Golpera Sob Golpe Thake

     Artist: Andrew Baines


Jukti-tokko ar gopper tholi niye ekti balok beriye porechhilo bidesh bibhui... din-mas-bochhor se kotoi poth na hetechhe kotoi desh na ghurechhe... koto golpoi bolechhe r dekhechhe... tar buke odomyo sahos ar ek-akash uchchhasa.. jepoth diye jay se golpo kuroy... thole bhorte thake...  ritu bodlay... bristi name... rod othe... kuashar ghumta mathay prithibi ghum jay... jege othe abar notun aloy... somoy kat te thake... khoka hat te thake oklanto... obiram hete chola pa pouchhe jay ononto saharay kono ek sondhyay... abeer jorano poshchhimakasher pore jeno or golper desh.... aro ek buk asha niye se pa rakhe balukamoy deshe... hat te thake.... rat name heem jhore... rokto borof kore deoa.... golpo puriye se beche thake... bhor name... cholte thake se abar... surjo jokhon mathar upor dhele dey sob agun ja achhe bhetore... tobu se hete chole... hete chole pipasito... se ekhon jubok... golper ros kheye se hat te thake aro aro dure... hazar surjo uthe neme jay... prithibi hajar pak khay... sahara furoy na kintu golper thole halka hote thake... ekdin se bhor se dekhte pay shimaheen neel choriye achhe jotodur chokh jay.... pal tule se dingi bhasay oshim somudre... golper thole pray khali... "harano dwip" pelei abar uthbe bhore... cholte thake dingi... rat din... jhorke se bhrukkhep korena... kintu rater ekakitto... ar somudrer ekgheyami... kalo dheu r jiboner onirdistota tar mone proshno jagate suru kore... se nijer ojante bole othe nijekei...

"sotyi ki emon dwip achhe ?
thaklei ki tate golpo achhe ?..."

proshner baane ebhabei din rat se biddho hote thake... neel neel r kalo kalo... jotodur chokh jay... klanto khudarto se golpo chibote thake... bhule jay... golpoi tar sob chhilo....ekdin... golper jonyei bari chhara...
eibhabe ekdin sesh golpo se mukhe dey... sesh pata jokhon jhulchhe dater faake... dure abchha sobuj rekha dekha jay... chiro protyashito tar mone torit jagate parena... sesh pata haoa bhese chole jay... se dekhte pay lekha....

"golpera sob golpe thake..
ajo tara golpe achhe"

...se dwiper aro kachhe chole ase... sobuj sobuj ar sobuj.... ontoheen neel theke kalo theke... ontoheen sobuj... dingi theke eshe kule... namar somoy jole se nijer chehara dekhte pay... se chinte parena... ektu kheyal kore se bujhte pare or babar motoi lagchhe.... osphuto golay se bole fele....

"golpera sob golpe thake... ajo tara... "  

Bari jabena ?

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A still from Pather Panchali by Satyajit Ray   

kothao sharat esechhe sunlam....
kara bollo shiuli dekhechhe...
mayer kathamo niye kara chhutechhe...
shoishober susthotay abar sejechhe prithibi..
dupurer haoay dhuper gondho..
uthone haoay dulchhe amar mayer sari...
ek shotok periye ora eschhe hotat amar kachhe...
eder chokhe mukhe ektai proshno...

ora: bari jabena?

ami: bari? desh kaale ami onek dure chole esechhi...

ora: tobu bari jabena?

ami: tomra kichhu janona, kichhui bojhona...
       ami boro hoye gechhi...
       esob kichhu theke onek urdhe uthe gechi!

ora: urdhe? urdhe to susdhu faaka akash...
      aar rashi rashi shunyota!


uttor dite parlamna... ora chonchol ora fire gelo...
r ami onek onek urdhe buk bhora shunyota niye akasher dike cheye roilam...

“akasher chhorano megher kachhakachhi... dekha jay tomader baari...”

  Photo: Through Subhasish's specs ("Chosma")

  

“akasher chhorano megher kachhakachhi... dekha jay tomader baari...”

Sandipan do you remember? we used to sing this song, when we used to be in random destinations... random cycling...through randomly chosen streets (streets?)…

 dingulote kichhu chhilo... surjodoy na thakleo surjasto chhilo.... chhilo chinta chhilo elomelo uddeshyohin orthoheen...tobuo chhilo swopno.... chhilo puratoner preme notunotter chinta... dinguli dupure suru holeo rat sudhu adhar hoye as to na… asto kobitar ek ekti line e... nicotine e bhora batasheo jibon gaan gaito…hok na se  mrityur gan… bahu khule apon bhule... kothao ekta jayga chhilo amar ekanto amar prithibi chhilo....hok na orthoheen hok na... uddeshyoheen... tobu songa chhilo... bodh chhilo... chhilo prithibir seshe notun prithibir hat chhani… ami chhilam... amra chhilam.... amra r nei... kothao nei.... amader chhere asha dhua sediner batashe amader dhongsher  bij bunechhilo.. amra jantam na.. amra aj o janina je somoy chole gechhe tar ki kono mane chhilo? Tobuo hotat majhrate jokhon amar sathe amar dekha hoye jay… jokhon dukkho na thakar dukkheo kanna na paoay kanna peye jay… mone hoy mane chhilo.. he mane chhilo… amar kachhe hoytoba nei amader kachheo nei… kintu mane chhilo… sei somoyer kachhe sei somoyer mane chhilo…. Aro oshonkhyoder kachhe mane ache thakbe…  ora sobai jabe oi dhua makhano somoyer poth bhenge… ora amader pabe sekhane… jebhabe amra peyechhilam onyo shotabdir kichhu mritoder… tader niye cholechhilam khanikta poth… hok na orthoheen… tobuo to … tobuo mane chhilo sei muhurter kachhe sei muhurter… tai sei muhurtoke bachiye rakha… jodio ami beche nei… amra nei….