Kholam kuchi (Potsherds)

From a town to a city ..... A journey of a student

2010-07-06T03:23:00.003+05:30

Night outs have become a habit in IIM Bangalore for last two weeks. As most of the classes in this semester are only after lunch break, almost everyday I go to sleep at around 4:30 / 5 am. And this has helped me to visualize that every campus has its own lifestyle. And thus IIM Bangalore is far far different than IIT Kharagpur.

The thing I like the most in IIMB is the weather. Believe me, it's awesome. After living 22 years in the sweaty Bengal, the last month at Bangalore was indescribable. It was amazing to get 22*C temperature on 30th May when the whole country is burning. And you really have to get something to wrap you while sleeping at dawn. For a lazy guy like me, it's really tempting. The second thing I should appreciate about this place is its campus. The campus is not so big, but the architecture of the academic blocks is awesome. And being a past civil engineer, this stone architecture of the campus attracts me a lot. The hostel, the gardens, the playground, the buildings and the road, everything is well maintained here. So, in terms of staying, IIM Bangalore is perfect.

But what I miss here at IIM Bangalore is life. I don't know what is about to come, but this one month stay is not so attractive to me. Kharagpur, even being 100km away from the main city, has its charm, what IIM Bangalore lacks. We used to hear in our first year @KGP that when all world go to sleep, IIT KGP wakes up. And that is actually true. You shall find the hangouts crowded all the day. And even at 5am if you feel hungry, Cheddi (uncle) will be there to serve you with his lots of variety: Tinku, Delta, Mohile etc. Forget about variety, even you do not get fried maggi in IIMB. Lets do not talk much about costs also. And, I don't know what happens on exam weeks, but at a normal night, perhaps you can count with your single hand the number of people awake. People can ask that they have classes from 8am, how can they stay awake till late night. But you know what, we also had classes in IIT, and that too from 7:30am. Still we used to live our life, night-life.

One more thing I do not find here is the depth of culture. May be because of its huge student community, IIT KGP has a very enriched culture that IIM lacks. “Arambh” is one of the important occasions here, but believe me, the performance was not of the level of a normal undergraduate college in any city. There was too much show off, but in deep it was too empty. Guys with no basic knowledge about dramatics and acting were doing mimes. I really discourage this type of show offs in cultural activities. I am really waiting for “UNMAD”, the main cultural festival of IIMB. Hope I'll get to see or shall make myself involved to produce some better performance at that time. Actually the student life at IIMB is so busy and competitive that you do not get time to fulfill your cultural appetite. And with such a low variety of profiles, where 90% of students come from engineering background, it is pretty much obvious that the cultural output will not be up to the mark, which is the case for IIMB. I do not have played much in my college life, so really can't compare between the two institutions in terms of sports and games. But I appreciate the infrastructure provided for sports, which is far better than IIT KGP.

Obviously, four long years in Kharagpur may make me biased towards IIT. May be only after my five years stay in Bangalore, I shall be able to comment rightly about this institution. But at the deep of my heart, I still feel, Kharagpur was much more lively than this prestigious management institute of the Silicon City of India.

Looking back for a while

2010-07-05T04:42:00.003+05:30

In 2005, when I joined my engg college, I had no idea about internet. Yahoo gave me the opportunity to peep into this vast world by providing me a little space to store my e-mails which were very rare to me at that time. Slowly I came to know about yahoo messenger, rediff, hi5 etc in a few months. I can very well remember, my very first friend in internet world was Hina Dixit, a senior from some other engg college, who is in contact with me till now.

Google and Orkut came much later, only in my second year. Even then I did not have my own comp, and had to borrow timeslots from others to use their computer. But still, internet was a huge attraction for me. Blogging, chatting and orkuting were a daily habit for me. Fortunately that changed my life also. And today wherever I am, it is only because of a very rare magical moment that came into my life some 3 years and 9 months back. And gtalk and orkut had become a part of my life till then.

Time passed, as I left my college, joined a job, quit the job, got admission in a graduate school, but gtalk and orkut are still indispensible to me. But, now a day, a few other websites is attracting me a lot. Facebook with its huge store of games and applications has made me fully concentrated towards it. Initially I was a bit biased towards Orkut as I have lots of memories with it. But really Orkut is no competition for FB. And truly speaking, I am addicted with Mafiawars. During my late night studies, like today, when I fell fatigue and try to refresh my mind, I click on the most visited website shown in Chrome, and it is FB. And a few minutes browsing give me enough entertainment to get the energy to go back to my work.

Thus, as the time passed and as I grew up for last 5 years since 2005, my tastes and habits of internet usage changed. Time has shown me the path of making myself contemporary. But still I miss YM badly. I miss the red background of YM, and the erotic sound of the “Buzz”. I miss the yellow one and the sound of the breeze. I miss those old and great emotions, laughing and jumping and crying and kissing all the time. Really, whatever change comes in the modern social networking habits, I still love and will love those sweet old days of YM of about three years back.

HAPPY NEW YEAR

2010-01-16T15:39:00.001+05:30

Modirar mithey gandho mise chilo rater akashe,
Swimming pool er nil joler pase aagun jaliyechilo keu keu,
Modhyo rater nidrahin asokto chokhe
mridu mondo bataser choya
enke diye jachilo
na cherna kono ondho akorshoner alpona.
Noro narir matal payer dolay
mete uthechilo dance floor
chena ganer tale tale.
Mete uthechilo oora
Odhbhut kono ek mottotay
Akash jure awaj uthechilo sei ratey,
“Happy New Year”

Aamio chilam.
Sei nil rater ahohane sara diye
kothao hoyto aamio khuje nichilam
obhinondon aar ushnota.
Tai ses rate jokhon ghum ghum chokhe ghore firechilam
mon ta jeno urchilo furfur kore,
naki ghore ferar dak sunchilam bar bar.
Aamio chilam sei mottoay,
Sokoler sathe.

Ghore ferar pothey
Hotat e garir kach theke chokh porlo rastay
Sekhaneo jolche aagun
10 degree tapmatrar asambhab sit katate
khor kuto kagoj er joro kore aagun lagiyeche keu
Aar ses rater nibhu nibhu aagun er pase suye aache se
Ke oo? Kea ache suye?
Ghum chokh mele dekhlam
Rastar dhare kukre suye thaka loktar porone
khali ekta half pant
Urdhango sompurno nogno.
Kalo pither ulongo artonad e
na pawar nirmom hahakar!
Kintu ki odhbhut shanti oi ghumonto du chokhe!!
Ki odhbhut byathao!!

Egiye gelo gari,
Miliye gelo drisho ta janlar kach theke….

Aamio chilam sekhane,
Bhalobasar sei ratey,
Amio giola miliyechilam sokoler sathe,
“Happy New Year”

Dilemma

2010-01-15T17:56:00.001+05:30

I was in class IV, I guess, when, for the first time I was asked about what I want to be in my life. It was an English class and our teacher gave us to write an essay on it. I remember well, I wanted to be a bus driver. I was a blind fan of the driver of my school bus who used to drive it in narrow lanes of my town in a very high speed. I never knew that there are functions of accelerator and brakes also. But the rotating action of steering used to make me so excited that I never let my friends to sit in the first seat in the driver’s cabin.

I was a good business planner from my childhood. I cannot remember the exact age, may be in class VII or VIII, when I made a business plan of stationary products, mainly exercise books. I calculated all the pre-functioning expenditures, labour wages, maintenance charges and transportation charges etc, though I never knew the technical terms at that age. And after all these, I found that I can make a good profit of Rs. 1 lakh every month (obviously before any tax …. had no idea about taxes at that time). Alas! The idea did not turned out to be good later.

After my 10^th board exams results I stopped thinking. I was sailing with the waves and never knew what I should do. I studied in the best school in West Bengal. I cracked entrance exams of prestigious engineering institutes. And I found myself celebrated by lots of people around me, my friends, their parents, some girls etc. I enjoyed it, for the first time in my life; I enjoyed every bit of the praises I used to get at that time. And I stopped studying. I started to hate my subject, my institution, its professionalism. I became passionate about dramatics and elocution; I loved NSS Camps, sleepless nights with friends, late night canteens and lots of other things that a studious and careerist guy should avoid. In the mean time I felt in love also. And in these waves of dreams and passions, unknowingly, I got my coveted degree of B.Tech in a subject that I do not know even a little bit. And then I got a job also. I left my home dreaming to be responsible by doing a job and making a career for me.

But really, even after externally being very successful in my life, I do not know what I really want. I am not sure whether I want to be an engineer or a manager or something else. I am not sure what actually I am looking for in my life. I feel jealous for those children I see in this tribal area of Chattisgarh, where I work. They play all day long, they learn from the nature. They know which tree gives sweet fruits, which stream has good water. They learn how to grow foods in a rocky land and where to sale them. Their parents earn a very few money, they eat, drink, sleep and sing. Poverty, malnutrition, lack of education and medical facilities are their problems. But they really do not care much about those things. They are living happily and will live in their own society and culture. They know what they want. I, even being a graduate engineer from one of the best engineering colleges of India, does not know why I am doing this, and what do I really want.

Do you know what you want in life?

Jamaica Farewell

2009-07-13T20:55:00.000+05:30

I used to lead a hostel life from class XI. But this is for the first time when I have to go outside WB. RKM was a bong dominated institute, as it is situated at the heart of the state. And I never felt a little bit of inconvenience there in RKM. IIT is a national institute, with lots of people from outside Bengal. And many of the residents of the kharagpur town are also non-Bong. But still, here, with my cultural background and with the help of my friends, I had made a Bong-barrier around me, and used to reign there. But for the first time I have to leave my den. So I am really feeling a bit nervous, probably, for the first time ( or second, or third ... )in my life. And so, even before going, I have started thinking to come back to my sweet Kolkata, a very near and dear friend of mine. The flooding yellow lights, the narrow streets, Nandan, South City, Navina Cinema, Big Bazar, the beautiful parks, the harsh traffic, the tremendous bus journeys in over-packed buses, the nonstop slangs towards the poor driver, the stink of fellow passengers, the humidity, the long power-cuts, the water logging, the dresses hanging on the roof of my home, the retired hand-pump standing straight at one corner, the open window just beside my bed giving a great view of the full moon night -- everything have started attracting me and binding me tighter with all their emotions and fragrances. Well, I shall miss you a lot, my dear Kolkata, my dear's Kolkata. Back in Hyderbad, I shall certainly write you and for you. And will be back as soon as possible to my city.

Treasure Hunt

2009-02-19T20:52:00.000+05:30

fuldani ta bhangche abar
ekta ekta kore tukro khose porche
rongin asles chere
choriye porche mejher ekhane sekane
hariye jache khub taratari
aami pran pone atkachi tader khose pora
hatre hatre khujchi
hariye jawa ses smriti gulo
kothin theke kothinotoro hoche lorai
fuldani ta bachate hobe j....

fuldani ta bhagche abar
jemon bhengechilo onek din aage
bhanga tukro gulo nijer hatey
tule niye ek ek kore lagiyechilam
notun kore fuldani bananor jonno
jekhane bochorer prothom golap thakbe sajano.
sei jora laganor khelay
samanno osabdhanotay
bar bar hariye felechi
ek ekta tukro, choto, boro, majhari.
tobu jora laganor khela thameni.

aj pagoler moto hatranor majhe
fuldanitar arto chitkar
kaney bidche bar bar

amake partei hobe
khuje bar kortei hobe
hariye jawa rongin smriti guloke
diner ses e pouchotei hobe
"treasure hunt" er ses level e.
amake parte hobei !!

A tribute to me friends, my love and my family

2008-07-24T11:04:00.008+05:30

The last year of my hostel life has just begun. And I am away from home for five years and one year also in the way. Then again a separation, separation from my dear fellows, separation from this cool college life and separation from the sanctum sanctorum i.e, IIT KHARAGPUR, my dream that came true. A lot of things have been showered over me in these last few years. I got a great group of pals in my college (+2 level) i.e, Ramakrishna Mission Residential College, Narendrapur and also here in IIT Kharagpur; I got lots of sweet memories to masticate in future; got lots of shocks and strains that made my experienced in the sense of my life and also got a great BRANDNAME that will make me or atleast help me to be successful in every step of my life.

To remind about my friends I cannot but mention first about Dhiman. I met him in RKMRC, Narendrapur and was together for only two years but I can proudly say that he is my best friend and will be ever after. Dipankar, Sriparno, Debnath, Rameez, Sonal, Debmalya, Hui, Bhola, Aritra, Santanu, Abhishek, Arijit, Dhrubo and many more unmentioned friends have enriched my life with their heartful love and support that helped me to be here in IIT today. These two years in Narendrapur were perhaps the one of the best period of my student life and I can hardly explain how fun was it to be there, in GB Hall. The roof, the sleepless nights in the common room, the endless card-playing in study halls, the shameless class bunking and nevertheless the great song written by us: “Probhato Kale”…it is too hard to forget any bit of these moments. Thank u guys, and miss u a lot.

The next year, the first year in IIT Kharagpur, was something for which I longed for so many days. It was full of pressure of studies and expectations from my family members and many many other things which I cared for a damn. I passed the whole year doing just nothing good for my career wasting time in some worthless dramatics and cultural activities, worthless for this competitive world, but for me they were life. The late night rehearsals of dramatics in BTDS ( Bengali Technology Dramatic Society ) and inter hall competitions and the sleepless nights under the open sky around the fire at a village far away from Kharagpur, I love to go back to those days every night in my dreams. Really, I don’t know how this unwanted distance came between me and others, but still I miss you all….Suman, Sourav, Iman, Rahul, Subhasis, Gourab, Sougata, Boba-Hati, Baba, Animesh, Pyne, Ratnaadeep ,Sayari and all of you. Hope to be together again.

The second year was the most happening period of these four years in IIT Kharagpur like almost all other guys in this institution. I was shifted to Nehru Hall from our first year hostel and it was the first time I felt a bit uneasy due to that gruesome tales of “RAGGING”. But luckily or unluckily I managed to avoid them all and became a bit involved with myself. Still dramatics never stopped neither the night-outs nor the class-bunking. I have to face my professors a number of time for giving explanations for my regular absence in the class and thanks to my dramatic nature, every time I found a nice story to tell. Let the stories be secrets. But all these resulted in poor marks and bad grades. Meanwhile I found a brand new pal in this year, Gourab Bhattacharya, a six feet tall thin guy with a curtain of smokes around him and with a heart full of love, affection, dedication and many others “-tion” that characterizes this guy and make him different than any other in the world. He is still my room-mate and hope we will be together ever after. In the summer break after first year I was broke up with my ex-girl friend and was a bit depressed and found this girl from nowhere to come forward to support me. She was also in some mental depression and we both came close solving each other problems. So close that we did not know when we started to love each other. And it was 17^th September, 2006, we officially became committed. It was a heavenly time for me to chat with her till late night, to wake up early in the morning to meet her in Kolkata as soon as possible, to roam together, to sing together and to love each other and this heavenly time period is continuing till now even after one year and ten months of our relationship and even today we are the same very romantic and crazy about each other as much as we was two years back. Arpita Ghatak, my love, my life and the best gift I have ever got in my life. Thank you God for giving me such a precious present that I might not deserve at all.

One more year passed away. The memorable summer break passed away when my love came to KGP to do her internship and we stayed together for a month ( obviously in our respective halls ) and loved each other so much and enjoyed a demo of our married life. It was full of fights and romance, adventure and care and thousands of sweet memories that will keep me green all my life. It was really painful to both of us when this happening summer break came to an end and we missed each other so much. And again one year passed with gifting me lots of memories and hard times and sweet moments leaving me here today with a new group of fellows…Abhishek da( small and big :P ), Rahul da, Chandan, Vamshi, Sonal da, Surupa di and many more.

But still, after this long five years of hostel life, I miss my family badly. I miss my parents, their affection, my elder sister, her gifts, foods cooked by my mom and lots of silly but valuable things that I hardly got in these five years. Obviously in these years I have enriched my career in an extra-ordinary way and almost became a man who can live in this world of struggle, taking all the responsibilities in his own shoulder, obviously I have grown up physically and mentally and academically, but you will never know, even today, there lies a small child in my heart who misses his family being so far from it for so many days and I think this little child of the heart never dies. The underlying attraction of blood never dies; the search of the roots never dies. And even today I belong to them and always pray for their blessings and affections and will long for it forever. Love u MA, BABAI, DIDIBHAI, MAMON and all my friends and thank u all to help me to be what I am today. Miss u guys a lot.

Swagato Chatterjee.
23rd July, 2008

abol tabol prem

2008-07-22T21:13:00.003+05:30

jokhon aami basbo tomay bhalo
akash theke porbe je jol jhore
gacher pata sei jolete bhije
alto haway uthbe nore chore

johkon aami basbo tomay bhalo
pub akashe sujji mama othe
sobuj ghase notun alor choyay
ghasfulera notun kore photey

tomay jokhon bhaloi basi aami
baul batas boy je elomelo
sei hawate pakhna mele diye
doyel pakhir swapno puron holo

mon haranor putul khelar seshe
tomar amar swapon sarabela
nil sagore bhasbe je tar nao
abar suru hridoy churir khela.

ek chilte akash

2007-03-10T15:01:00.000+05:30

jalnar golapi porda ure gechilo sei bikele,
paser barir dustu cheleta
dekhe felechilo tomake bhul kore,
tumi chul bandhchile janlar pase bose
naki dinseser lal abir makhbe bole
takiye chile akaser dike
ith kath pathorer jal kete berono
ekfali akaser dike
paser barir dustu cheleta
dekhe felechilo tomake bhul kore.

aj akase megh koreche khub
tomar sada chul
ajo urche bikeler matal haway
kintu aj r akase khojo na kichu tumi
mukhey pore jawa bardhokyer chhap
r klanto nispap sorir
ajo lore jay nijeder sathe
tomar ekar se lorai
dana kata mon chotfot korte korte
aj bar bar
artonad kore othe...
"plz
ami r parbo na..."
bristi ase neme

bhul korechilo cheleta

paser barir dustu cheleta
dekhe felechilo tomay bhul kore.

2007-03-01T19:10:00.000+05:30

prosno

2007-02-13T23:02:00.000+05:30

cigarette er ses tan ta keno diyechilam jani na
jani na ki bhebe aj sunechilam
dukher gaan
aj to dukhya nei amar mon e
na etotuku nei
onek khujeo paini ektuo
kal j bhalobasar din
tomake kache pawar din
tomar pase thakar din
bhalobasar porospathar buke chuiye aj
cholte thaka
chena ochena rasta dhore
kichu fele asa smriti
kichu fele asa gaan
aj aabar kore mone koriye dey tomay
abar kore matha rakhi
tomar oi koley
eliot park er ushnotay
sarobarer bhalobasay
restorar mayabi aloy
abar notun kore hariye jawar iche niye
aj bose aami
kichu na bola kotha
bar bar dhu mare bukey
kintu ki j bolte baki roye geche
jani na satti
tumi jano ki?
cheno ki amar moner
matal kora bhalobasa k?
jodi cheno bolte paro
keno
keno aj amar kandte iche korche?
ei bhalobasay hariye jawar aage
keno bar bar mone hoche
dufota jol chokh fete beriye asuk
buk fete jak chitkare
jodi jano to bolo aj ratey....

ei swapmner rate
tomar kache
sei
uttorer opekhay aami....

tumi asbe bole....

2007-02-04T11:22:00.000+05:30

cell phoner charge giye poucheche tolanite.....
sara dupur tomar durobhaser kompone
amar onubhuti pouche die dite klanto ami,
thoth fule uthechilo obhimaner ushnotay
tumi uttor daoni,
naki uttor pouchoyni amar kache,
amar duthot bar bar cheyeche
nicotiner kothin ghran makhte,
khali thomke gechi tomar kotha bhebe
tumi ele ses bikeler aalo mekhe
gobhir kintu klanto se aalo,
tomar chokh e bisonnota chaya
tomar ahoto pa,klanto sarir,
ushnota noy
hoyto sitol nidrai cheyechile tumi,
tomar ghumer swapne aami swapno dekhechilam amake
pagol aami,
sara sondhey er ekakityo chepechilam
khali e muhurter jonno
tumi esecho bondhu,
dukher sob resh katiye
anondo r bhalobasar dali sajiye
amar kejo jiboner bakey
tomar drirho uposthiti,
kichu somoy bhese jawa
anonder plaboney
premer bristi te bhijte bhijte
swapno dekha ek onyo rater,
tarpor hotat e chole jao tumi
tomar bari,tomar duniya,
tomar bondhu,porijon,boi,
gaaner cd,tv te chena karor program er arale,
ami abar ekta raat
eka
tomar opekhay

2007-02-01T17:02:00.000+05:30

SWAPNO

2007-01-09T10:15:00.000+05:30

bondhu
tomar sathe amar lal matir bukey alap
aguner rong sedin chilo sonar moto,
rater ondhokar chilo
mayabi jhotsnar abesey bhora,
tomay prothom jokhon dekhlam,
tumi jeno kono ek pjana jogoter pori,
amar bhalobasar manchitrey
tomar obadh jatayat.
tarpor keteche hazar din o ratri,
kokhono hotat e khub kahe chole esecho tumi,
kokhono abar duur theke diyecho aswas,
kete geche char charte mas,
bhalobasar suray dube jete jete
aami ankre dhorechi tomar sorir,
tomar thotey rekhechi duthot,
tomar chokhey rekhechi chokh,
satar katte cheyechi tomar e buker opor diye,
amar bhalobasar plaboney
bhasiye niye jete cheyechi tomay
ei molin sohorer buk theke
onekdure,
charte mas kete geche bondhu,
aaro charte bochor katanor opekha.
jedin tomay sob badha chariye
satti satti nijer kore nebo,
ek chader tolay gorbo amader nandan kanon,
premer agun sekhane hobe
siter mithey roder moto norom,
amar bukey matha rekhe tumi gaibe
fire paoyar gan,
ami tomar mathay haat buliye diye
cheye thakbo dur akaser dikey,
du chokhey thakbe ghor badhar
swapnopuroner anondo,
charte mas kete geche bondhu,
ekhon charte bochor katanor opekha.

dwando

2006-11-16T18:57:00.000+05:30

dupaser dui basto sohorer buk chire
onekdure boye jaoya nodita
jekhane digonter kache bak niyeche
seikhane dekha peyechilam tar
oporer nil akash r misti gondho
amai dekechilo tomar kache
chokhe ses rater ghumer klanti
tao sob badha chere
chute esechilam tomar kache
onek diner sonchito bhalobasa
upohar deyar ek buk ichhe niye
nodir dhare bose jokhon khali somoyer opekha
ghater tolar diker sirite hotat e dekhlam sei meyetake
amar chotobelakar songini
bhalobasa jinista bujhtam na hoyto tokhon
onek dustumi bhora bikel,onek ekla dupurer
smritir hatchani chariye
ekdin chole gechilo se onek dure
sunechilam shibpurer kothao sosurbari!!!
aj onek din por dekhe ek jhotay mone pore gelo
amader fele asa hasi kannar golpo
sei chotahuti,marpit,aari-bhaber satkahon
kache egiye jete giye hotat thomke daralam aami
duchokher opar bisway r bedona niye
dekhte laglam tar faka sithi,sada sari
amar chottobelakar songini se
aj songi hara
tomar jonno niye esechilam bhalobasar dali
amar mon chute cheyechilo tomai
gobhir rate suyeo bhorer train dhorechilam
tomare jonno
koishorer songini...tar jonno khali korunai thak!!!

amar ekla ratrira

2006-11-03T00:03:00.001+05:30

faka mather buke jole utheche aagun
akaser raat jaga tarar dol
aar ekla chander abcha sohag mekhe
hate rongin joler swapno
r mukhe aguner ushnota niye
guitar sur tuleche tomar ganer,
nil ratrir ekakitye amra charjon,
tomader opekhay.........

mone pore prothom sei dintar kotha?
beguni rong er swapney seje
amar jibone prothom esechile tumi....
pujor mayabi gondho
r sohure krittimota theke
onek dure pari diyechilam amra....
ratrir sohor ki dekhechilo sedin
kono ek ghor chara cheler kanna??
kothin bastober mukhe jughte jughte
klanto obosonno mon
sedin prothom valobasar porosh peye
chitkar kore uthte cheyechilo anondey....

tomar premer mod amai pagol koreche
bondhu................
rat kete geche eker por ek
swapno palteche,
golpo o palteche onek,
tobu pagol ei hridoy aaj o kande proti ratey
aagun jole aaj o...thote...buke...
protikhar ses kobe hobe jane na keu,
bhor hoyna konodin e...
eka prithibir artonad aaj o tomar kotha bole
eka rater swapno aaj o tomai pete chay buke
glasser ekla modeo tomar e nesha

amar sara jiboner ekla pothcholay
khali tomar e protikha

tomar e valobasar nirjas!!

TOMAR OPEKHAY.....BIDESINI....

2006-09-07T23:11:00.000+05:30

bikeler rod more esechilo sedin.
kintu se rod amay tanchilo naa etotuku
tanchilo naa khelar math
tanchilo naa lal akasher abir khela,
tanchilo naa chena ghaser gondho.
hosteler room-e computer-r samne bose tokhon khali tomar opekha.
kokhon tumi asbe??!!

raat gobhir hoye geche aj,
kal sokale abar ghare bag niye chutte hobe
ekrash ghum niye sunte hobe
water technology-r sat-kahon
tobu ym-e oklanto protikha
barbar jante chaoya..."achis??"

kokhono hoyto sara paina tomar
ekrash akuti niye cheye thake chokh duto
rongin pordar dike
hahutas kore khuje beray kauke
epata theke opata
janina kiser mohe

konodin abar sara ase opar theke
kete jay ghontar por ghonta
ochena odekha keu ekjon bole chole tar
thor-bori-kharar golpo
aamio boli....sunteo besh lage
sit poreni ekhono
tobu siter gondho r abesh niye
kotodur theke kache asar haat bariye dao tumi
ki ushno se sporso
ki ononto ahoyan tar choyay
aami kono ek ondho akorshone pore thaki niros jontrotar samne

tarpor
chole jao tumi
chole jao tumi tomar nijer jogote
tomar niti r niyomer berajale
tumi khuje nao tomar jibon
aami jai hariye

abar opekha
aaro ekta diner
kono ek sindhuparer bidesinir jonno

TOMAR JONNO EKRAAT

2006-09-02T17:21:00.001+05:30

chena-ochena poth dhore bohudur jaoyar por
abar tomar songe dekha
chinte parcho amay???
amar kintu prothome chinte asubidhei hoyechilo
sei reshmi chuler bahar aaj kome geche....
chokher klanti jeno ekfota ghumer asay chatok hoye othe
poroner saritao molin.....
kintu sotti bolchi sorirer j gondhota peyechilam
onekdin aage kono ek sohure rate
seta jayni aaj-o.
rater ondhokare footpath-er abcha aaloy tumi khujcho
fele asa kono chena mukh....amar-e ki naki onyo karor???
mone pore gelo tomar sathe prothom dekha ei lamp-posteri tolay
sedin tomar gal-e rong chilo,rong chilo thoteo
poroner sari bhed kore prokash pachhilo tomar
mohini joubon,tomar akorson
aami erate parini,kintu parini sei soundorjoke dumre pise felte,
bondho ghorer ekla aalor tolay tumi obak chokhe cheyechile amar dike,
sei chokh duto aajo aami valobasi,
valobasi tomar sorirer oi odhbhut gondhotake,jeta eto valobeseo
aami gaye makhte parini sedin....aajo.......
aaj tomar oi chokh,tomar ochena dristir protakhan,
tomar chena sorirrer ochena moho....aamay tariye beray
janina kobe abar sabe tumi
peter tan katiye,dalal r khodyerer lal jibon chere kobe abar
ese darabe rastar aaloy
aami bharnto mukh loraier sahos chere aj khali sei muhurter opekhay

fire eso........
amar kache...........

ONYO PUJO

2006-08-25T17:55:00.000+05:30

sokalta khub sundor suru hoyeche aj cheletar.besh bhore maa ghum theke tule diyeche take.chokher jorano bhabta kete jetei hotat kore mone pore gelo aj to choturthi,aj baba asar kotha.aj sohor theke baba tar jonno notun jama,notun choti,khelna aaro kotoki ene debe boleche.abar aji ray babuder atchalar thakurer singher mathay keshar lagbe .....aj to mojar ses-e nei.taratari mukhta dhuyei ek chute beriye gelo se.ma pechon theke deke othe-"ore kanai,kheye ja kichu".r k kar kotha sone.tokhon goyla paray guli khelar tan chere k khaoyar kotha bhabe?

din charek aage ekta sokaler kotha khali mone pore kanai-er.sokal noy,setao chilo ekta bhor.ekta onyo rokom bhor.sedin bhore baba tar khub sokher ekta jontro....radio na ki ekta bole...seta chaliye suniyechilo thakurer gan,tarpor kara sob esechilo sohor theke.valo valo jama pore.baba-k sedin-e niye gelo sohore.baba bole gelo aami pujor aagei ekbar fire tomar jonno jama-pant-juto-khelna diye jabo....tarpor maa-k alada deke kisob bole dhakta niye sohure babugulor sathe beriye gelo.tarpor theke maa roj bole kal asbe baba.baba asena.tobe aj choturthi.aj to asbei.karon kal theke baba khub basto hoye jabe.aj thik asbe.

akaser megh sada,sada mather kashful.akashe -batase ekta onyo-rokom gondho,ekta alada amej.....ghor chere math-ghat dapiye beranor dak.gondhota khub tane kanai-k.ghore bose thakte tar eto tuku valo lage na.ma jor kore khete bosay.se kono mote nake-mukhe kichu gujei abar beriye pore.aj sokale ray babuder chondi-mondope puspanjoli diyeche kanai.baba aseni sedin,aseni ekhono.maa tar kotha theke j tar jama-kaporer poysa pelo maa-e jane.aj rat-e sondhi pujo dekhte jabe se mayer sathe.prodiper aloy,sakher awaze,dhunor gondhey r dhaker bol-e ekta onyo rokom poribesh sristi hoy....ekta sihoron jagano bhoy ghire dhore kanai-k.se maa kole mukh goje.maa bole othen-"ki holo re?pagla chele!babar jonno mon kharap korche?baba chole asbe r dudin por."se bolte pare na tar bhoy korche,kintu mukh-o tole na kol theke.

baba chithi diyeche,chhodin pore eseche chithi.baba aj asbe.aj bisorjon.bikel theke kanai dariye thake boro rastar dhare.bikel periye sondhey ghonay.gheme jay se.khideo py khub,khub raag hoy babar opor.eto deri j keno korche.aj babake dekhabe bole oo tar notun jamata poreche r babar asar naam nei.duto aalo boro hochhe onek dur theke.aste aste kache asche.dhur ekta gari.gari kore baba asbe na.sondhey 8tar bus ekhono jayni.arektu dekhei jabe se.abar duto aalo.ekta choto lorry....tempo.oor samne esei thame tempo-ta.kichu lok sada kapore dhaka je loktake namay take se chene khub valo bhabe.roj ei loktake se dekhe tar ghore,tar bichanay,tar charpase.kintu lokta to take dekhche na,tar notun jama,tar chokher jol,obhiman kichhu dekhche na.keno?keno?parar kichu chena kaka-jethar dekha pay se...tarao kichu uttor dite parena.ekta ochena bhoy abar ghire dhore thake.dudin aage rat-e j bhoyta peyechilo....seta.mayer kolta khnoje se.payna.

onek dure ray babuder thakur bisorjon jachhe.....ray dighite.kanai-er mone pore jay din dosek aage radio-te sona kothagulo,ekta odhbhut sur r chonde k jeno ekta bolchilo kothata.....
"ya debi sorbobhutesu sokti rupeno sangsthita
namastashmoi namastashmoi namastashmoi namau namaha."

FELE ASA GAAN

2006-08-07T01:07:00.000+05:30

raat ses hote aro ghonta duyek baki,
packet-e ekhono charte ciggerate..mukhe jolcheo ekta.
aj satoi august,
tomar janmodin,
mone pore onekdin aage ei dinei tomay prothom
bolechilam,"valobasar kono sobdo hoy na,
sudhu ekta gondho hoy,sara mon jure
gondhota ek odhbhut amej toiri kore"
tumi hese bolechile,"seta ki amar perfumer gondho?"
taro onekdin aage......thak se kotha
ciggerate pray ses,
rat-o ses pray,
naki sob-e suru......nirjib nispran sukher raat
raat jaga pakhir artonad sunecho konodin?
sunecho tar kanna??
tomar norom bichanar dami chadorer ghume
se awaz hoyto pouchoy na.
se kanna kintu amar boro kacher.
taravora akaser tolay mukhe agun r glasse mod niye
besh lage sunte!!
tomrao sune dekho bondhu!!