Amar Kotha

Follow Your Heart..

2011-02-07T06:28:00.000-08:00

Follow your heart..
My thoughts..
Mandipa Bhattacharya
2/1/2011
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Always remember that you are alone in this life's journey...
So, never look for a soul mate.

No matter how hard you try to keep a relationship, it breaks...
So, never break any relationship.

You will always be judged.
So, it is better to bring out your bads.

You will always have your excuses
So, never try to find fault in others.

You can never win an argument
So, keep quite in a heated argument.

You can never please anybody
So, never listen to what others Say

You can never follow the quotes from the book you like most
So, never stop forwarding good quotes

Love never exists, hence it never dies.
So,stop snding flowers and chocolates on Valentine's day..

Nobody will trust you anyway
So,Follow your heart, do whatever makes you happy...

......Copyright @Manidipa

Follow your Heart

2011-02-07T06:26:00.000-08:00

Follow Your Heart…..
My Thoughts...
by Manidipa Bhattacharya
1/29/2011
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I always beleived in one thing, that is infact quote of my every emails I write….
i.e.., ‘Smile ...because Life is too short’.
Life is actually too short.
I have started the fear of death when I was diagnosed with a deadly desease , few years back.I think everybody at some point in their life will go through this feeling.It is strange but true.Truth is always bitter.
After dealing with a denial phase for quite somtime, you will cry one whole day to accept the truth.Sooner, the better….
That does not mean you will have to be sick.
It could be anything.
Few examples:
If your boyfriend does not love you anymore,but he once told you…now you still take his affection as love and you want to prove you are right!!You are wrong!!
Just let go.
One who wants to go, let them go…
One who returns, will come back to you anyway
One who is gone, was never yours….

What to do?
Go shopping, make friends….

Just remember, anybody and everybody cannot be your friend.
If two people believe in same philosophy, can be friends.
If two people have similar feelings for each other, can be friends.
If two people care for each other, can be friends.

If you find a friend, trust him/her completely
Don’t be afraid of gtting cheated.

It is okay to get cheated by trusting someone.
It is not okay to dis-trusting someone.

Donot expect anything from anybody.
Whether it is your friend,boss,co-worker,enemy,ex-spouse,children,parents,siblings,spouse,boy friend/Girl Friend, cable companies,facebook,banks or your neighbours….

If you get a bonus, just be happy….if not, donot keep blabbering about it all the time.No body has time for you.
If somebody wants to know more about your problems, they are happy that you have problems.

If you are sad, set a timeframe to show your sadness, then get over with it.
If you are upset, set a timeframe to show your upsetness, then get over with it.
If you are angry, set a timeframe to show your anger, then get over with it.

Share your happiness with others, keep your sorrows within.

Follow your heart…….Do it, if you like it. Enjoy, if that makes you happy…..

If a hug makes somebody smile, give them a hug.

Smile…..bcause life is too short!!!

......Copyright @Manidipa

Din-o-Lipi

2010-02-18T08:40:00.001-08:00

Din-o-Lipi
Bengali Short Story By Manidipa Bhattacharya
02/18/2010
All characters are fictitous.Please take it lightly.

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Sokal bela uthe khoborer kagoj ta niye boshe santite cha khabar i upay nei..

'Didi, ki ranna korum?'Bholar mar proshno.

'Uuuf, baba, koro na bapu, ja ache tai diye..'

'Didi, kisui to nai, firiz ye..'

'Ki kichu na? Ei to sedin koto ki anlam kine..'

'She to ei kodin e khailen apne..'

'Eto chingri mach, mangsho, potol,kachkola...sob anlam... sob sesh?..'

'Didi, apne to shei goto mashe ansilyan, bazare giya...ar to er modhdhe zan nai..'

Bholar mar kothay birokto hoye bollam,'Ja hok kichu koro..Ami ekhon bajare jete parchina..'

'Korum ta ki, Bolya dyan?'

Eto moha jala dekhchi.

'Iye ki bole, phena bhath, aloo sedddo koro...kancha lonka tel diye mekhe besh lagbe.'

'Moris nai, Tyal nai, Ek khan posa aloo ase..'

'Morich nai, tel nai, ekkhan pocha aloo ache...'
Bholar ma ke bhengate bhengate ami uthlam ogotta bajare jabo bole.

Aynar dike takiye nijer chehara dekhe antke utlam.
Ki bhoyonkor na baje dekhte chehara hoyeche amar!!
Ek kale sundori bole koto khyati chhilo.
Chih chih, nijeke 'take care' korte hobe.

Ja hok, ektu chul tul anchriye berolam Bajare.
Bajarer mukhei Piyalir mar sathe dekha.

'Ki re kemon achish? Ki mukti i hoyechish!!!' Bolei onnotro chole gelo.

Aschorjyo mohila to,nijer meye Piyalir dike takalei pare!!
Piyali jeno amar cheye koto Roga !! Aahaa...!!

Bhablam deke giye kotha ta bole ashi.

Kotha theke ekta bachcha meye eshe dhorlo,'Didi amake dosh taka den.'

Ki mushkil, dosh taka keno dite jabo hothath?
Amake ke ki Data Korner sister ba kichu dekhachche naki?
Oto chhoto meyetake bokteo parlam na.

Bollam,'Keno?'
Gotgotiye bollo,''Thumsup' khabo.'

Or drirota ar confidence dekhe ami mughdho hoye gelam.
Bhablam er kach theke amar life er kichu lesson neoya uchit.
Jai hok, dosh taka diye dariye roilam, dekhar jonno meyeta ki kore.
Dekhlam mistir dokane dariye ache, 'thumsup' kenar jonno hoyto.

Bholar ma boshe ache, taratari bajar korte hobe.

Kintu nana dik theke nana rokom shore bibhinno mach ola ra sob dakadaki suru korlo.
'Didi edike..' 'Boudi edike...'
Karur 'didi' karur 'boudi'...
Kodin pore 'mashima' tarpore 'Dida' hoye jabo Mach ola der kache...

Jhotpot kichu mach, tori torkari niye berobar mukhei Saha Kaku.
'Ki re kemon achish?Ajkal dekhai jay na...'

Bollam,'Ei ektu byasto...'

Bollen,'Shei to Salt lake er bank ei clerk er chakri tai korchish?Na ki ar kichhu?'

Kothata sune ga ta chir bir kore uthlo.

Bollam, 'Hya, setaii...toh, Sona kemon ache?'

Saha kakur meye Sona amar bandhobi chhilo.

Bollen,'Sona to bhalo ache, ora to asche America theke.Ekta chhele hoyeche or.'

'Tai naki?Kobe ashche?' Jiggesh korlam..

'Ei next week e ashbe....'ami kichu bolar agei bole jete laglen,

'O to Amaericar mosto credit card company te Software Engineer.
Beshi chhuti payna....ei ek soptah khanek thakbe ekhane. Ashis ekdin...'
Bolei kaku chompot dilen.

Sokkal sokkal khoncha ta hojom korlam.
Chhotto belay ma baba poi poi kore bolechhilo, 'Bhalo kore por por'
...tader kotha na sonaar phol.

Dirghoshash phele egote giyei dekhlam Banerjee Mashima.
Abar nati natnir krititter kahini sonate boshben.
Ki korbo, kon dike jabo bhebe na peye, pasher mistir dokane dhuklam.

'Didi, gorom roshogolla hochche, neben naki..?'

'Hya...' bole pashe takatei dekhlam hasi hasi mukhe Banerjee Mashima takiye achen.

Rosogolla hote ektu deri ache, tai totokhkhon Banerjee Mashima r nati natnir krititto sunte laglam.

Onar boro nati Americar Berkeley theke daroon result kore berochche.
Gold medal er jonno nominate hoyeche.
Tobe seta hote ekhon o deri ache.

Boro natni Engineering porikhkhay durdanto rank koreche.
Kon college e porbe tai bhabche.

Choto nati Karate champion.Black belt peyeche. World Champion e 1st hoyeche.

Sune sune amar kan poche geche.
Dekha hole i ek golpo.

Amar Ma babar kotha bhebe amar ektu dukhkhoi holo.
Amake niye gorbo kore bolar moton kichui nei.
Sokoler kache giyei ma dukhkho koren prayi..'Eto bhalo ranna banna kore amar meyeta, keno je biyeta holo na...'
Ranna moteo ami bhalo korina.
Ar Rannar songe biyer somporko ta thik kothay, ami janina.

Tao bhalo je Didi r meyeta daktar hoyeche.
Shei niyei amader barir sokoler allader seema nei.
Didi r bor o oboshsho mosto daktar.
Amar ja rojgar, tate to nijer i chole na.
Ma,Baba tai didir kachen thaken.

Jai hok ge,Banerjee Mashimar hath theke benche ami barir dike chhutlam.

Ulto diker barir 'Roy Ginni' tintola baranday dekhlam dariye dariye amake dekhchen.

Kono dike na takiye matha nichu kore perobar chesta korchi.

Kintu jabo bolle i jaoya hoyna...

'Ki re , ki bajar korli?'

'Ei ektu mach..'

'Ki mach kinli? Puti?'

Ki mukshkil, ami Puti mach khete jabo keno?

Rege giye bollam,'Golda Chingri..'

Golda Chingri ami kini ni..hothath mukh phoshke beriye gelo kemon.

'Tai naki? Koto kore porlo?Tor Kaku to sokale bajare dekheni.Na hole to anto.'

Ami min min kore bollam,'Kaku sokale jokhon bajare gechhilo, tokhon hoyto chhilo na....pore eseche..'

'Tor Kaku to ekhoni phirlo bajar theke...'

Bole i Kakuke hank parlen,'Hya go suncho, bajare golda chingri dekhechhile?'

Omni kaku doure baire elen,'Koi na to, ke niye esecchilo, Romen?'

Ami bollam,'Na.. ekta notun lok, koyektai niye bosechhilo.
Pache aro kichu jiggesh koren, tai ami bole jete laglam,'Sob kotai ami kine niyechi...Lokta bodhhoy choleo geche...'

Bolei ami ghorer modhdhe doure dhuke gelam.

Er por ami jani Kaku Kakima Golda Chingri niye expedition e beroben.

Sotti chhilo kina.
Tarpore amar Maa ke phone korben jante, Ami kinechhilam kina.
Kinle, Ma baba ke ranna kore pathiyecchilam kina.

Bhablam, abar onno bajare giye Golda Chingri kinei ani...

Nah ...Bholar ma chole jabe, emnite i eto deri holo.

Hothath mone porlo, aj Didi Jamaibabur 25th Marriage Anniversary.
Aj ke ektu bhalo kore ranna kore oder khete daklei hoto.
Kichhui ajkal mone thake na temon.
Didike phone lagalam.

Jiggesh korlam,'Kire aj amar bari khete ashbi naki?'
Didi bollo,'Amra ratre baire khete jachchi sobai mile.'
Ami ektu monokhhunno hoyechi bhebe jiggesh korlo,'Tui o chhole aay...'

Amar hothath mukh phoshke beriye gelo,'Na amar o onno plan ache...'

Didi Byanka shore jiggesh korlo,'Tor abar ki plan?'

Na bhebei uttor dilam,'Aj Gautam ashbe boleche, tai or jonno ranna korchhilam.'

Aaj gautam er moteo ashar kotha na amar bari.
Tao ei kothatai hut kore bollam.

Gautam amar bhalo bondhu,amarii sathe bank e chakri kore.
Kono karone Gautam er ager biye ta bhenge geche.
Se kotha ami barite janatei , amar barir lokjon shei theke Gautam ke pochondo kore na.
Oder dharona Gautam amake phushliye biye korte chay.

Serokom kichui ghotona ghote ni temon.
Gautam du charbar amar barite eseche, byas e porjontoi.
Tao seta amar i proyojone.
Prothombar esechhilo, ekbar jebar jor hoye bichhanay eka pore katrachchilam, o osudh potro kine, segulo dite esechhilo.
Onek dur theke esechhilo bole ami bholar Ma ke bolechhilam,'Bholar ma, Dadababu kheye jabe, ektu ranna kore dao..'
Itimodhdhe amar barir lok amar barite hajir hoyechhilo.
Thik ki karone janina, parar i so-hridoy keu hoyto khobor pathiyechhilo.
Shei prothom Gautam er sathe tader sakhhyat ghote.
Prothom prothom amar barir lokjon besh utsahito chilo Gautam er byapare.
Bhabto, jak ei 'uronchhondi meye' r ekta goti holo tahole.
Kintu aste aste sobar mot paltate suru korlo.

Ma r boktobbo,'Ar to keu jutlo na, sesh obdi ei chhilo amar kopale!!'
Didi prayi jiggesh kore, 'Bank e ar kono obibahito chhele nei?'
Baba nirob dorshok.
Jamaibabu cricket match er score rakhtei beshi byasto thake.
Majhe majhe birokto prokash kore,'Abar oi chheleta esechhilo?'

Khali Bholar Ma i ja ektu Gautam ke pochhondo kore.
Ashlei cha ta baniye dey, ratrer khabar khabe kina jiggesh kore.

Ar majhe sajhe phokla dante ek gal hese amake bole,'Didi, oi dadababure biya koirya phyalan...'
Ami boli,'Ki kore kori bolotoh, Bholar Ma?Barir keu je raji hobe na !!'

Bholar Ma amay santona dey,'Barir lok to or loge thakte astasena, thakbyan to apne...'
Ke jane Bholar Mai hoyto thik.

Tobe amar oboshsho Gautam ke bhaloi lage.
Sarakhkhon amake khepay, pechone lage.
Amar rong ta ektu chapa dekhe bole'Ki, Aj dekhi kalo powder lagiye esechish..rong ta kemon moyla dekhachche?'

Office e seje guje gelei bolbe, 'Ki re khub seje eshechish dekhi...'
Ami hoyto ektu godogodo hoye hasi dekhatei bolto,'Ar hashish na, ekdom 'Shaora Gacher Petni' r moton dekhchche.'

Aage ami nakchhabi portam nake.
Amar khubi priyo chhilo hirer ekta nakchhabi.
Shei niye khyapate khyapte sesh porjonto ami nakchhabi ta porai chhere dilam.

'Yah, ki zoghonno dekhay toke oi nakchhabi te...'
Ami boltam,'Keno ki kharap lage dekhte?'
Bolto,'Aynay giye dekhish, tor naker ek side ta ekdom kemon chepte jachche'.

Dujone sarakhkhon jhogra korleo , biye korle oke kora jete pare, erokom i bhebe rekhechhi.
Kintu Gautam er, e byapare ki motamot ami janina.
Amio jante chaini konodin.
Jodio amar mone hoy o amake pochhondoi kore.

Jak ge,
Gautam er kothay ami bhulei gechhilam, phone er onno prante Didi ache.

Didi to Gautam ke ekdom i pochhondo korena.
Tai Gautam er nam sune didi khushi holo na moteo,'Bollo, Keno ,oi chheletar abar ashar ki dorkar poreche?'

Ami ki bolbo bhebe na peye bollam,'Kal amar bank er ekta porikhkha ache. Tai eksathe porasuna korbo.'

'Ja khushi kor..'bole didi kotang kore phone ta rekhe dilo.

Ami kichhukhkhon phone ta niye narachhara korte laglam.

Buker bhetor ta kemon dhukpuk korche.

Gautam ke ekta phone korbo?
Jah, O ki Bhabbe!!
Bhabar abar ki ache?Phone kortei pari.
Phone tule ki bolbo?
Amar bari esho?
Keno jiggesh korle ?
Bolbo Bholar Ma jiggesh korchhilo tai...

Jah, ki sob bhabchhi.

Tarcheye Didider sathe anniversary party te gelei hoto.

Gelei to sobai mile amar bhalo korar jonno nana rokom gyan dite suru korbe!!

Amar ki kora uchit.Kon ta amar kharap.
Ki hole ami bhalo hote parbo.Ityadi probhriti.....

Sat panch bhabte bhabte ami ranna ghore dhuklam..
Dekhlam, Bholar Ma ranna r ayojon korche.

Bholar ma ke bollam,'Bholar Ma, dao, ranna ta aj amii kori....'

Bole ami Gautam er number ta dial korlam.....

....Copyright @Manidipa

Mithther Golpo

2010-02-15T19:34:00.000-08:00

Mithther Golpo
Bengali short story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
2/15/2010
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Ekta mithther pechone chhutte chhutte akashe pouche gelam.
Akasher rong ta chhilo sobuj.
Sobuj akash to ami kokhon o dekhini.
Tai Roddur ke deke jiggesh korlam,Rong aj sobuj keno.
Roddur thonth ulte bollo, Baje boko na toh.Jao jao, amar dher kaj baki.'
Ami jiggesh korlam,'Kar kache jabo bole dao..'
Roddur ta bollo,'Oi je megh ta jachche, oke jiggesh koro.'

Ami megher pechone dourate laglam.
Onekhkhon dhore doure thik jokhon kache eshe porechi, tokhon hothath megh ta kothay hariye gelo.
Dekhlam jhom jhom kore bristi porche.
Akash tar rong ta beguni hoye jachche.
Ami chitkar kore bristi ke bollam,'Areh areh, koro ki, bhije jabo je...'
Bristi ta rege giye bollo,'Chhata niye beroyni keno, tomar i to bhul.'
Ami bhije jete jete bollam,'Ami ki kore janbo?Ekhkhuni to megh chilo.'
Bristi mukh benkiye bollo,'Science e poro ni, megh daklei bristi pore?'
Ami bollam,'Sheto kon chhotto belay porechhilam, mone ache naki?'
Bristi ta aro jore porte porte bollo,'Besh hoyeche, jemon lekhapora koroni,ekhon bhejo.'
ami jore jore kandte laglam.
Kintu bristir jole, amar kanna ta dhuye jete laglo.
Keu seta dekhtei pelona.

Kichhukhkhon por, bristi ta jokhon thamlo, dekhlam abar akash ta phorsha hochche.
Amar khub anondo holo dekhe.
Ami hattali diye gan gaite laglam.
Amar gan sune akasher pakhi gulo rege giye amake thokrate elo.
Bollo,'Chechachcho keno?Dekhchona amra urte parchhina?'
Ami bollam,'Seki,ami to bhablam ami gan gaichi..'
Pakhi gulo bollo,'Gan na chhai.Bhalo kore gan o sikhte paroni..?'
Ami kando kando mukh kore bollam,'Chhotobelay, sikhechhilam toh!!'
Pakhigulo ure jete jete bollo,'Tomar golata bichchiri, ar gan geo na..tahole amra ar urte parbo na...'

Ami ar ki kori...Okhane boshe boshe akasher rong take dekhte laglam.
Dekhlam ekta buro moton tara egiye asche amar dike.
Amake bollo,'Ekhane boshe ki korcho?'
Ami bollam,'She tomay bolte jabo keno?'
Buro Tara bollo,'Bah, aj chander biye, sekhane jabe na?'
Ami bollam,'amake to dakeni.'
Buro tara bollo,'Dakte hoy naki abar?Ekhane to sobai emni emni i jay.'
Bole buro tarata chole jete laglo.
Ami jiggesh korlam,'Darao darao, ki upohar niye jabo bolle na je!!'
Buro tarata hese bollo,'Tomar moner bhetor je rong ta ache, seta niye jeo.'
Bolei she chole gelo.
Ami moner golapi rong ta ke niye chander biyete pouchalam.
Dekhlam sobai nachche.
Ami chhup kore ek kone dariye roilam.
Ekjon pori eshe jiggesh korlo, 'Ki holo nachcho na keno?'
Ami bollam, 'Ami je nachte janina..ki kore nachbo?'
Pori tokhon amake nach sekhate laglo.
Nach ta onek kothin chhilo bole ami kichhutei sikhte parlam na.
Kichhukhkhon bade Pori khub birokto hoye bollo,'Tumi ekdom baje nachho, ami gelam..'
Ami abar phyanch phyanch kore kanna suru korlam.

Tokhon ekta sada jama r sada juto pora supurush lok eshe bollo,'Kandcho keno?'
Ami bollam,'Ami golapi rong niye esechi, kintu nachte parchina bole, kichhutei chander kache pouchate parchina.'
Lok ta tokhon 'Ha Ha' kore hese bollo,'Ki boka tumi, chander rong ki golapi?'
Ami bollam,'amar to sada rong nei, ki korbo?'
Lokta bollo,'Oi je dure Rajhansh ta boshe ache, or kach theke niye esho sada rong.'

Ami onek bheer thele thule rajhansher kache gelam.
Bollam,'Amake sada rong dao.'
She bollo,'Tomay dite jabo keno hothath sada rong?Emnitei amar pakhagulo kome jachche bole!'
Ami bollam,'Tumi to khub hingshuti dekhchi.'
She bollo,'Amake hingshuti bolle keno?'
Ami bollam,'Tahole amake sada rong dichchona keno?'
She bollo,'Besh korechhi debo na.Amar rong ami ja khushi korbo.'
Ami tokhon or sathe khub jhogra suru kore dilam.

Amader jhogra sune,chand ta khub rege gelo.
Bollo,'Eke bar kore dao, khub chechamechi korche, amar biyete osubidhe hochche.'
Jei na bola, sobai mile thele thule amake okhan theke bar kore dilo.

Ami khub rege giye okhan theke chole elam.
Bhablam, ebare bari phire jai.
Akasher rong ta kemon aste aste komola hochche.
Ami anchol bhore komola ronger akash take nilam kichhuta.
Jeina kichuta rong niyechi omni akasher rong ta abar paltate suru korlo.
Ebare rong ta ekdom holud hoye gelo.
Ami kochorer komola rong ta niye pranpon barir dike dourate laglam.

Kichhudur giye honchot kheye portei sara ancholer komola rong chhoriye porlo charidike.
Ami tai dekhe abar kandte suru korlam.
Amake kandte dekhe, baba eshe bollo,'Ei boka meye, tumi kandcho keno?'
Ami babake joriye dhore bollam,'Amar je sob rong hariye jachche...'
Baba amar mathay hath buliye diye bollo,'Bhoy ki, Ami to achii...'

...Copyright@Manidipa

Blind Date

2010-02-14T19:04:00.000-08:00

Blind Date
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
2/14/2010
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Robibar sokal sokal i phone.
Bichanay suye suye i ghum jorano golay Mita 'Hello' bollo.
'Ki re, dupur barotay ghumachchish keno? Oth...'onno prante Sonar gola pelo.
'Aj to robibar....Tai ektu gorachhi....phone korechish keno?'
'Ami, Anu, Tinni sobai tor bari ashchi..'
'Ekhon?'Mita atke uthe bollo.
'Hya, ekhon i...'Sona nacchorbanda
'Keno?'Anu r gaigui..
'Ki keno?Aj valentines day, plan korbo kichu'...opash theke Anu r gola sunte pelo.
'Areh, amar ghor doe puro jonjal, kichu clean korini ei weekend e...'Mita r abar prochesta.
'Ja bolchi kor...beshi bok bok korle mar khabi...'Bolei phone ta dilo kete Anu.
Ogotta uthe, baier dorja ta khule Mita dhuklo bathroom e.
Fresh hoye niche neme dekhlo, cha breakfast ready....
Ek cup cha niye boshlo Sonar pashe.
Anu dhomok lagalo,'Eto bela obdi suye chhili keno?'
'Aj robibar, ektu aram korte parbo na?'Mita Anu ke bollo.
Tinni bollo,'Aj robibar na, Aj Valentines day....Aj ghumano nishedh..'
Mita mukh gonj kore bollo,'Tora plan kor, ami nei er modhdhe...'
'Keno?Raja chhara ar ki keu nei naki prithibite, je tui or jonno ekebare boshe thakbi haa kore...?'Anu abar kor kor kore bole uthlo.
'Haa kore boshe achi ke bollo?'Mita konthasha.
'Raja jabar pore ar kono chhele ke bhalo lage na keno tor?'Phosh kore Tinni bole boshlo.
‘Moteo na….Rajar pore onek chheler sathei amar bondhhutto hoyeche…’Mita defend korar chesta korlo…
‘Jemon? Shuni kara tara?’ Anu puro jera korte boshlo…
‘Je-m-o-n…Arup….tarpor …Alex, Sammer,John…..Koto nam chai?’ Mita jobab dilo…
‘Tai naki?Tader sathe date e jachchish bujhi aj?’Anu aaj chharbei na Mita ke…
Sona, Tinni mitimiti hasche kando dekhe.
Bojhai jachche tinjon aj plan korei eseche Mita ke khyapate.
Onekdin dhorei tinbondhu r chesta cholche Mita r boyfriend jotabar..
Aj tai komore gamcha bendhe eseche mone hoy tin pori….
Mita amta amta kore bollo,’Date e jetei hobe keno?’
Sona bollo,’Tahole ki plan aj?’
Mita bhebe bollo,’Ekhono kichu nei, hotei pare….’
Omni Tinni bollo,’Setai bhalo….Aaj amra sobai dinner e jachchi San Francisco downtown e…’
Mita matha nere bollo,’Na na ami jabo na…Tora ja….’
‘Keno?Rajar kotha bhabbi tai?’abar Anur khoncha….
‘Uuuuf….Rajar kotha ami bhabi na…..Oke ami kobei bhule gechi…’Mita rege uthe bollo…
Tinni bollo,’Tahole ajke jabi na keno?’
Mita bollo,’Tora to toder bor der komor dhore jabi, Ami eka eka keno bore hobo?’
Sona heshe bollo,’Bore hobi janli ki kore?’
Mita abar chomke uthe bollo,’Abar kauke jogar korechhish nischoy?’
Anu bollo,’Ota surprise thak…..Ne, lal jama pore ready thakish..Bikele toke tulte gari ashbe..…’

‘Gari ashbe mane?Ami drive kore chhole jabo..’Mita bollo.
‘Na, amra sobai Limo kore jachchi….Ektu specially celebrate korbo.’Tinni bollo.
“Babbah, toder sokh dekhe to banchi na…..Limo ashbe?’Mita mukh byakalo.
Abar Anu khyar khyar kore jobab dilo,’Keno Rajar sathe to gotobarii Limo niye sara SanFrancisco beriyechhili…’
‘Sarakhkhon khali Raja Raja kore matha kharap korash na to,Ami chinina Raja ke…’Mita ar ek cup cha dhallo….
‘Keno?Rajar kotha sunle rege jash keno?’Anu r proshnobane jorjorito….
Anu Mitar dike takiye ache…Sona mon diye pancake khachche.Tinni ranna ghore uthe gelo ar ektu cha er jol chapate.
‘Rege jabo na keno?Dosh bochhor dhore to boshei chhilam or jonno…Ekhon or nam sunlei amar ga jole jay…’
Tinni ranna ghor theke bollo,’Doshbochor jokhon wait korlii, egaro noy keno?’
Jhanjhiye uthe Mita bollo,’Jar hoyna ek e, tar hoyna eksho te…’
‘Baabbah, kabo kore abar…’bolei Anu hi hi kore heshe goriye porlo….
Dekhei Mitar ga jole gelo….Aro rege bollo,’Hashir ki ache ete?Nijer hole bujhti…’
‘Amar ma baba to dhore bendhe Kunal er sathe arrange marriage koriyeche…ami ki bujhbo?’Anu tokhkhon o ga jalano hashi hashche….
Anu r hashi dekhe Sona o phik kore heshe pello..Tarpor Mita rege jachc e dekhe hashi chepe bollo,’Rajar to onno osubidhe thakte pare…’
‘Sara jibonii or kichhu na kichhu osubidhe thakbe…’Mita r raag komchei na.
Tinni aro cha niye eshe bollo,’Tui hoyto oke bhul bujhechish…’
Mita pancake e syrap dhalte dhalte bollo,’Dosh bochor onekgulo bochor!!Oto keu bhul korena Tinni.’
Sona Mitar dike ar ek cup cha egiye diye bollo,’Tahole tui ki korbi?’
Mita cup ta jha kore tene bollo,’I decided to move on….’
Omni Anu jhampiye pore bollo,’Sei byabosthai to amra korechi aj….Tui o to taii chash jokhon….’Tarpor ektu theme bollo,’Naki, abar Rajar jonno second thaught dichchish?’
‘Moteo na…Rajake ami bhule gechhi..’Mita bollo.
‘Bhule gechish jokhon, tokhon to aj amader sathe jete appoti thakar kotha na…’abar Anur phoron !!
‘Achcha baba achcha…jabo..Kotay ashbe tor Limo?’Mita cup plate niye ranna ghore gelo.
‘Sare panch ta sharp!!Wear something red’Sona bollo.
‘Red nei kichu amar….’Mitar aar gai gui….
‘Last year….Raja..diyechhilo jeno kichhu..?’Anu r sob mone thake khutinati…
Mita heshe bollo,’Rajar deoya jama pore onno loker sathe date e jabo?’
‘Raja baron korechhilo,onno date e porte parbe na bole?’Anur abar proshno….
‘Raja to kichui baron korto na.Ami onno karur sathe date ei jai, na jai….he does not care…’Mita r jobab.
Songe songe Tinni bollo,’Orokom bolish na, o toke bhalobasto…’
Mita dish gulo dhute dhute bollo,’Bhalobashle keu jete dey na…’
Sona bollo,’Bhul bolli, bhalobashlei jete dey..’

Songe songe Tinni gan dhorlo,
’Tumi sukh jodi nahi pao, Jao sukher sondhane jao
Tumi jaha chao tai jeno pao, Ami joto dukh pai go….’

Sona, Anu o gola melalo, ‘Amar poran jaha chay, tumi tai, tumi tai go…..’

Mitar ei gan ta sunte ekdom bhalo lagchhilo na.Rajar priyo gan chhilo eta…..

Hothath rege uthe bollo,’Tora jabi ebare? Ready hote dibi to amake na ki?’

‘Bye’ bole tin pori biday nilo.

Kichhukhkhon chup kore boshe thaklo Mita.
Sotti ki chay o?
Raja chhara karukei pochchondo hoy na temon.
Sokolei khub bhalo chhele.Rajar theke onekgun bhalo.
Kintu Raja r sathe kemon ‘Used to’ hoye gechhilo.
O thik janto Raja ki khete bhalobashe, Ki khete bbhalobashe na…Kon rong pochhondo kore, Kon purfume ta ekdom pochhondo kore na.
Kon kothar jobabe ki uttor debe.
Kon kothay rege jabe.
Sob kichhui Rajar sathe or milto , ta na, kintu tao rajake or bhalo lagto.
Setai ki bhalobasha?You just love the person, the way he is?

Ke jane!!
Rajar jonno somoy nosto na kore berobar jonno toiri hote laglo.
Ekhonii pray charte paje.Hathe beshi somoy o nei.
Kar sathe dekha korte jachche tao jane na.
She Bangali ki o bangali naki American tao jane na.
Onek bhebe chinte bhablo saree porbe.
Lal ekta saree ber korlo.
Valentines Day te ekhane saree pore keu date e jay?
Bhaloi hobe, je ashbe , tar pochhondo na hole, kete porbe nije thekei.

Chih chih, kete porbe bhabche keno Mita? O ki chaiche mone mone je onno keu kete porlei bhalo?
Tar mane, o mone mone Rajakei ekhon o chay?

‘Na na’…Raja ke ami bhulte chai….

Rajar opor rege giye Rajari deoya lal dress ta porlo aj.Rajar I deoya jama pore, onno loker sathe Valentines Day celebrate korbe bhablo.

Tarpor sundor kore sajte boshlo.
Onek makeup lagalo.Lal Lipstick, Lal Nailpolish , Lal Juto pore saj complete korlo.

Sare panchta bajhte ba bajtei barir samne Limo eshe gelo.

Driver ke hello bole garite uthlo.

Garite la golap rakha. Sathe ekta Valentines Day r card.
Card ta ar Golap ta pashe soriye rakhlo.
Janlar kanche chokh rakhlo.
Goto bochorer kotha mone porte chokhe jol bhore elo.
Eye makeup gole gole satra mukh kalo kalo hoye gelo.
Gari ghuriye bari chole jabe bhablo.

Kintu Driver abar ki bhabbe, kii ba bolbe take, bhebe napkin diye makeup fix korte boshlo.

Jak ge, motamuti ektu thik kora geche mukhta….Chokh duto tao lal royeche.
Aynay nijer dike takiye heshe phello.
Bhaloi holo, Valentines Day te chokh o lal…ekdom perfect.

Gontobbe pouche, restaurant e dhukbe kina bhalo. Naki Sonader jonno wait korbe?
Nischoy ora bhetore ache.
Dhuktei Manger welcome korlo. Jiggesh korlo, ‘Your name please?’

Mita nam boltei oke khatir kore bhetore niye giye boshalo.

Dujoner table ekta, majhkhane candle ar lal golap.

Ghar ghuriye bakier dekhar chesta korlo.
Kauke dekhte pelo na.

Khub rag dhorlo Mitar.
Mone mone Anu, Tinni ar Sona ke bokte laglo.

Peter bhetor ta kemon gur gur korche.
Er age o blind date e eseche, tai bhoy pabar kichu nei temon.

Tarpor bhablo, sokaler breakfast chhara khaoya hoyni kichu.
Waiter ke deke khabar korder korbe kina bhablo.
Oder ki plan kichhui bujhche na.
Ki korbe tao buje uthte parche na.

Ekjon handsome purush egiye asche.
Ei ki shei?
She eshe jiggesh korlo, Ki drinks nebe Mita?

Red Wine bole Mita phik kore hashlo.

Sathe appetizer bole dilo.

Table e rakha lal golap ta narachhara korte laglo.

Shei handsome purush eshe du glass red wine ar stuffed mushroom rekhe gelo.

Onnno bhodroloker to dekha nei.

Khabe ki khabe na bhabte bhabte khubi birokto laglo.

Je ja bhabe bhabuk, bhebe ektu stffed mushroom e kamor boshatei pechon theke Rajar gola pelo jeno, ‘Chih Chih, Ektu wait kora gelo na…..?’

Chomke uthe ghar ghuriye dekhlo, 'Na , Raja na........sonar dada Sounak..

Sounak Chicago te thake majhe sajhe ashe San Francisco te.Dubochor agei Sonar Boudir sathe chharachhari hoyeche.

'O tumii amar blind date?'Mita hese phello.

'Keno Ami kharap kishe?'Sounak chair tene boshlo.

'Karap ke boleche?'Mita bollo.

'Dekhe to mone holo onno kauke expect korchhile...'Sounak ektu dukhkho pelo mone hoy.

'Ta hoyto ektu korechhilam thik i...'Mita ki bolbe bhebe na peye bollo.

'Chole jabo bolcho?'Sounak jabar jonno uthlo.

'Areh na na...Tumi chole gele ami eka eka ekhane Valentines Day te boshe khele, loke hashbe...'Mita khoma cheye nilo.

'Na na..I was joking...Sorry deri korar jonno...Rastay pulish dhorlo, 35 zone e 50 miles/hr speed e naki chalchchilam.'

'Ticket khele...?'Mita jiggesh korlo.

'Na, amar handsome chehara dekhe chhere dilo, bollo, 'Do me a favor, drive slow...'
Sounak hashlo.

'Ema....San Francisco jokhon....'Mita kichhu bolar age i Sounak thamiye diye bollo,
'Areh baba...Meye pulish chhilo, tao abar sundori...'

'Tumi ki bolle?'Mita jante chailo...

'Ajker dine ki bolbo? bollam Happy Valentines day..'Sounak haste haste bollo.

'Valentines day r ki mohima...'bole Mitao hashite jog dilo.

Sounak wine er glass ta tule bollo,'Let's celebrate...'

Mita o toast kore bollo, 'Sure, why not!! Let's celebrate the day!!!'

…..copyright @Manidipa

2010-02-14T10:45:00.000-08:00

Jabar Aage..

2010-02-09T17:10:00.000-08:00

Jabar Aage..
Bengali short Story By Manidipa Bhattacharya
02/09/2010
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'Ki khujhcho Rina?'
'Jano, ami na, shei chhobita khunje pachchina.'
'Kon Chhobita?Tomar ghore to sob chhobi i tangano ache dekhchi..'
'Hya, kintu jano, je chhobita te tomar mukh enkechhilam, seta...'
'Pachcho na to?'
'Hya, tumi jano ota kothay?'
'Ota mone kore ar ekta chhobi enke phelo...'
'Amar je mukhta kichhutei mone porche na, ki kore ankbo?'
'Eto taratari amake kemon dekhte bhule gele?'
'Ami onekdin mone kore rekhechhilam jano, ar mone porche na kichhutei....'

Dhhorphhor kore khater opor uthe boshlo Rina.
Ajkal pray i ei du:shopno ta dekhe.
Aste Aste bhule jachche Monomoy er cheharata.
Kichhutei mone korte parchena.

Khat theke neme rannaghore giye ek glass jol khelo.
Ashim neme eshe jiggesh korlo,'Ki holo?Kono baje shopno dekhle?'
'Hya, keno bolo to, ajkal pray i ekta kharap shopno dekhchi?'
Ashim bollo,'Kono kotha niye khub chhinta korcho hoyto, tai dekhchho...'
'Sorry, tomar ghum bhangalam, kal abar tomar office r taratari berote hobe.'
'She thik ache, chholo ek cup cha khaoya jak..ar to ghum ashbe na...'

'Ami banachchi, tumi bosho..' bole Rina rannaghore dhuklo.
'Kichhutei Monomoy ke mon theke ber korte parche na....
Cha niye chini dudh mishiye Ashim er dike cup ta egiye dilo.
Ashim kichu na bole cha er cup ta niye chumuk dilo.
Hothath Rinar kheyal holo, 'Ema, tumi to dudh khaona...chih chih, darao ar cup niye ashi..'
'Ar khaoya jokhon hoyei geche, etai cholbe...'
Rinar khub i aswasti hochche ashim er samne boshe.
Mone mone khub i gulity feel korche.
Eto bochor holo Ashim er sathe biye hoyeche, tao Monomoy ke bhulte parche na.

'Ki niye bhabchho eto, bolle na to?'
Mukh nichu kore Rina bollo,'Ek bondhu , I mean Bandhobi r kotha...'
Ashim ektu hese bollo,'Sotti kotha ta bolte paro...'
'Miththe kotha bolte jabo keno?'Mukh na tulei Rina bollo.
'Amar o to setai proshno.'Ashim ekta magazine er pata oltalo.
'Amake biswas koro na, tumi...tai na?'Rina ektu ahoto shore bollo.
'Biswas obishshasher proshno na, tumi nijeo jano ami ki bolte chaichhi...'

Hothath Rina jhanjhiye uthe bollo,'Na ami janina tumi ki bolte chaicho?Sposto korei bolona keno?'
Magazine er pata theke chokh na soriyei Ashim bollo,'Chenchamechi kore labh hobe na, tumi jano ami jhogra korina..'
Rina hothath khannay bhenge porlo, bollo, 'Keno koro na?Keno amake jaliye puriye marchho?'
Ashim hense bollo,'Ami to ranna ghorei dhukina, ki kore jalabo, porabo?'
'Sob kichutei tomar thaththa, tai na?'Rina kende kende i bole choleche.
'Ar ki korbo bolo?'
'Etoi jodi amake obishshash koro ,tahole amake chhere chole gelei paro.'rina kono uttor khunje na peye bollo.
'Tate tomar problem solve hobe?'shanto shore Ashim bollo...
Rina aro uttejito hoye porche, bollo,'Problem ta amar, na tomar?'
Magazine ta bondho kore Ashim TV chaliye dilo.
Ashim er hath theke remote ta kere niye Rina TV bondho kore dilo.
Bollo,'Kotha jokhon uthechhei, tokhon sob kothai aaj sesh hok..'
Ashim chup kore ache dekhe Rina bollo,'Chup kore acho keno?Bolo?'
Ashim obak hoye bollo,'Ami ki bolbo?'
Rina bollo,'Etai o jante chao je ami ar kauke bhalobashi ki na?'
Ashim ektu hashlo,'Ami jante chaichi, na tumi bolte chaicho?'
Konthasha hoye Rina oshohay bodh korte laglo.
Kono krome bollo,'ami chole jete chai....'
Tao Ashim kichu bolche na dekhe , chitkar kore uthlo,'Kotha bolcho na keno?'
Ashim or dike ek driste takiye bollo,'Ki bolte hobe, bolo?'
'Setao amake bole dite hobe?Ami chhere chole jete chaileo kichui bolbe na?'Kanna meshano golay Rina bollo.
'Tomake to ami dhore rakhini je chhere dite hobe?'Ashim shanto shore bollo.
'Sat pake bandha je biyer montro, seta kichu na?'Rina ashim ke raganor chesta korte laglo.
'Ki mushkil, tumi i to jete chaicho...'
'Ami jete chaile i tumi jete debe keno?Amake bhalobashle nishchoy jete dite na...'
'Bhalobasha kake bole ami janina, janteo chaina..e tuku bujhi jor kore kauke atkano jay na....'
'Ki nishthtur tumi..!!'Bole Rina kandte laglo.
ashim kichhukhkhon boshe theke uthlo...
Bollo,'Kal bhor belay Office e beriye jete hobe,ami ghumate gelam..'
Kandte kandte kokhon Rina sofatei ghumiyeche jane na...
Ghum bhangte dekhlo onek bela hoye geche.
Ashim beriye geche nishchoy...
Bathroom e giye dant meje snan kore nilo.
Bedroom er almari theke ekta lal saree porlo,Ashim er deoya.
Suitcase khule jamakapor bhorte laglo.
Ki korbe Rina? Kothay jabe?
Monomoy er kache ki pherot jabe o?
Monomoy ekhon o opekhkha kore boshe ache, o jane!
Baba jokhon Ashim ar Rinar biye thik korlo,Rina bari r omote giye Monomoy ke biye korte pareni.
Monomoy ke kotha diyechhilo, o phire ashbe.

Chitkar kore kandte ichche korlo Rinar.
Keno Ashim jiggesh korlo na, keno Rina chole jachche? Keno ekbar bollo na, 'Na, tumi jeo na...'
Porajito shoinnyo r moto nijeke khub ghenna korte ichche korlo.
Ashim ki oke ektu o bhalobasheni ei koy bochore?
Rina ki bhalobeshechhilo Ashim ke?
Na i jodi bhalobashbe, tahole, ei koy bochore oke chhere chole jayni keno?
Tahole Monomoy er bhalobasha?

Mathar bhetor ta kemon talgol pakiye jete laglo.
Ga guliye uthlo kemon.
Bathroom e giye bomi korlo.
Bhablo Ashim ke phone kore bolbe, sorir ta kharap lagche.
Tokhkhuni Ashim sob kaj phele chhute chole ashbe jane!

Kodin dhorei sorir ta temon bhalo jachche na Rinar...
aaj hothath bomi o korlo.
Tobe ki....?
Abar Rina kandte suru korlo.
Kandte kandte i Monomoy ke phone korlo.
Monomoy phone ta tule 'Hello' boltei o phone ta rekhe dilo.
Caller id dekhe Monomoy call back korlo kichhukhkhon pore.
Rinar golar awaj peyei bollo,'Ki kandcho keno?'
Kanna meshano golay Rina bollo,'Ami tomar kache ashchi..'
Ektu chup kore theke Monomoy bollo,'Ashbe bhalo kotha, Esho...Ashim asche toh?'
Rege uthe Rina bollo,'Keno, Ami eka aste pari na?'
Monomoy bollo,'Jhonker mathay kaj koro na, matha thanda kore bhebe dekho ki korcho..'
'Matha amar thanda i ache.E ko bochor ami ekjon nishpran loker' sathe bash korchi...ar ami parchina...'
'Ki sob ja ta bolcho!!Monomoy bollo...
Shanto shore Rina bollo,'Aami thik i bolchi..'
Rina ke ar chotanor sahosh pelo na Monomoy.Khali bollo,'Thik ache, darao ami gari niye ashchi tomar okhane..tarpor dekhchi ki kora jay!!'
Suitcase e jinish potro bhore Rina chup kore bedroom e boshe roilo.
Sotti o chhere chole jabe Ashim ke?
Ashim er kosto hobe na?
Ashim er kotha bhebei or aro kanna peye gelo.
Keno kandche o Ashim er jonno?
Chitkar kore Rina bole uthlo,'Hya , hya, Ashim to chay i,ami chole jai'.
'Ke bollo tomake she kotha?'
Kotha ta sune chomke uthe dekhlo Monomoy dariye ache.
Monomoy er buke jhampiye pore Rina kandhte kandte bolte laglo,'O ek bar o amake bollo na, na...jeo na...'
Monomoy oke aste aste chhariye niye bollo,'Sob kotha ki mukhe bola jay?'
'O nishchoy ar kauke bhalobashe, tai ami gele o banche..'Rina driro sware bollo.
'Tomake boleche o she kotha..?'
'Ami bujhte pari she kotha...'Rina aaj sohoje harbe na.
'Bujhte paro, na nijeke santona debar chesta korcho?'Monomoy onno dike takiye bollo.
Rina rege giye bollo,'Ke ghore kore or sathe, tumi na ami?'
Monomoy ar kotha na bariye bollo,'Thik ache, cholo..sob niyecho to?'
'Hya ei suicase ta khali,oh darao, ekta jinish bhule gechi........'bolei Rima ek chhute bedroom e dhuklo.
Toshok ulte palte kichu khujte laglo.
Monomoy kichhukhkhon por jigeesh korlo,'Ki holo?'
Rina bollo,'khunje pachchina...'
'Ki?'
'Jano, ami na, shei chhobita khunje pachchina.'
'Kon Chhobita?Tomar ghore to sob chhobi i tangano ache dekhchi..'
'Hya, kintu jano, je chhobita te tomar mukh enkechhilam, seta...'
'Kothay rekhechhile?'
'Ekhanei to chhilo, kothay je gelo.....'
'Dekho Ashim hoyto niye geche...'Monomoy bollo.
'O Ki kore janbe?Kal ratre ota to ekhane i chhilo ami dekhechilam.......'Rina khunjtei laglo.
'Onno ghore dekho..'
Tahole Ashim ki chobita soriye diyeche kothao? Bhebei Ashim er opor prochondo raag uthlo Rinar.
Ashim er study room e dhuklo Rina chobita khujte.
Table er opor kagoj potro chorano.
Laptop tao on rakha.
Ash tray te pray nibhu nibhu cigerette er dhoya.
Ghore dhukei mathata gelo gorom hoye Rinar.
Ektu jodi guchiye rakhto jinish potro lokta.
Kintu chobita kothay lukalo?
Ei jonjale kichu khunje paoyao mushkil.
Tao o khunjte laglo chobita.
Table er nicher drawer e ekta lal ronger boro file folder dekhte pelo.
Nischoy er modhdhei ache, bhebe tan mere file folder ta bar korte gelo.
Rashi rashi kagoj chhoriye porlo ghorer mejhe te.
Kagoje kagoje khali Rinar mukher chhobi anka…..

....Copyright @Manidipa

2010-02-09T16:56:00.000-08:00

Ami shei chobita hariye phelechhi,
Jetate tomar mukh anka enkechhilam.
Shei chena goli tao khunje pachchi na
Jekhane tomay prothom dekhechhilam.
Ami tomar moto kobita likhte parina
Tai habijabi likhi khatar patay
Likhte likhte ekdin hothath
Tomar sathe jodi dekha hoy kobitay.
Ma eshe dake, oth khabi chol, bela h
Ma ke deke dekhai kobitaAmi mukh gunje likhe jai ar bhabi
Jekhane rastata taAmar ichche holo hariye jabo, jete parlam koi?

Akasher Rong Lal..

2010-02-07T09:20:00.000-08:00

Akasher Rong Lal..
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
(Dedicated to my Valentine)
02/14/2010

Sondhe belay office theke phire ektu aram kore bosechi T.V dekhte, omni phone.
Cell phone er doulote ajkal ar eka thakar upay nei....
'Hello..'
'What happened, I have been waiting here, where are you?'
Jah babbah, aaj abar kon mohilar sathe dekha korar kotha chhilo?Golatao chena jachche na.
Aste kore bollm,'Who is this?'
Jhajhano sware reply elo, 'Who else?..Madhavilata...'?
Nam khana to sundor, Madhabilota? Bangali i mone hochche...Kintu ei name to ami kaukei chinina..
'But, I am sorry, I think it's wrong number...Do I know you?
Phone er opashe nirobota, phach phanch kannar awaj...
Bhoy peye bollam, 'Hello, Madam, I mean Miss...are you okay?'
'No, I am not okay..I knew he won't come today...' Abar kanna.
Bhari mushkile pora gelo....Mohilader kandte dekhlei mon ta kharap hoye jay..
Tai santona debar chhole kothabarta chaliye jete laglam kichhukhkhon.
Ektu kotha bole ja bojha gelo, aj 'Valentines Day' te, or boyfriend 'Joy' asheni,
or dharona nischoy Valerie r sathe ei din ta celebrate korche.
Du minute ei Madhobilota ke khub porichito mone holo..
Bollam, 'Thik ache, tomar jodi osubidhe na thake, ami ashchi...tomar sathe adda marte..'
Stanford Shopping Centre er Italian Restaurant ta khub i chena amar.
Office theke pray i asha hoy.
Samner dokan theke dwigun dam diye ekta lal golap niye dhuklam.
Madhabilata ke chinte osubidhe holo na.
Lal dress e, eka sundori meye r dike nojor porbei sohoje.
Lal golap ta diye bollam, 'To a new friendhip...though you must be much younger than me...!'
Jak, ek jholok hasi dekhte pelam...abar bollam, 'Khub khide peyeche, bolo ki khabe, it's on me...'
Vodka..' sunei takalam...Bhoye bhoye jiggesh korlam, '18 years old to'?
Eke meyeder boyesh bojha jay na, taropor eke to student mone hochche.
Bollo, Kolkata theke o ar 'Joy' eksathei P.hd korte eseche ekhane.
Jak, duto chili vodka order deoya holo...
Dhok dhok kore kheye niyei bole kina one more...
Moha jhamelay pora gelo.
Boyfriend er opor rege giye, amar i bipod holo dekhchi.
Bollam, 'Oto raag na dekhaleo cholbe, o to ar dekhte pachche na...'
'Ke bollo ami rag korechi?'
'Rag na korle, dhok dhok kore keu Vodka khay?'
Aro rege giye bollo, 'Don't worry, I will pay for it.'
Heshe bollam,'Payment er jonno bolchina...kotha bolle hoyto tomar raag ta kombe.Beshi Vodka kheye to sorir kharap korbe..'
'Who are you?A Saint?'
'Saint na...I told you, a new friend...'
'I don't want to talk about him...He is a cheater..Cheating on me...'
'May be, otai tomar problem...Guess koro sob kichu, kotha na bole...'
Kothata sunei Madhobilata jhanjhiye bollo,'Ei je, Valentines Day te tumi eka, may be, etao tomar problem...'
Bokuni kheye ektu chup kore achi dekhe Madhobilota ektu norom hoye bollo,
'Sorry,Ami rege achi sotti, kintu tomar opor na...Joy er opor..'
Bollam,'Na tumi thik i bolecho...age bhebe dekhini, bhabchilam...sotti amar eta problem i bote...Thanks!'
Madhabilota bollo,'May be sob meyeder help korte giye sobai ke i bondhu baniye nao..'
'Aaar tai premika hoyna keu?....hya, tai hoyto hobe...'Ha Ha kore hese bollam.
Amake haste dekhte Madhobilotar mukhta ektu ujjol holo,Bollo, 'Ar ekta Vodka, please?'
Bollam,'Drunk na hole thik ache, ami ghare kore tomake bari pouchate parbo na, amar spine er problem ache...'
Madhobilota thaththa kore bollo,'Hoyto amake i ghare kore tomay bari pouchate hobe!!'
Jak , meyer mukhe hasi phuteche...
Bollam,'Tomar nam ta boddo boro.Ki name daka jay?'
Bollo,'Amake sobai 'Bee' bole dake...'
Bollam,'Bah, khub sundor nam eta..'bee' mane moumachi..'
O bollo,'Tomar nam ki?'
Etokhkhone nijer nam tai bolini...
Bollam,'Bee' er bondhu jokhon, tokhon 'Honey' hote pari...'
Jokes apart,'Hi, I am Ranjit....Ranjit Banerjee'
'O tumio Bangali? Tahole to banglay kotha bolte pari...'Bee khub khushi holo..
Aro duto Vodka ar Appetizer er order diye jiggesh korlam, 'Khabar er order debo?'
Bollo,'Tomar tara na thakle, ektu boshi beshikhkhon...?'
Bollam,'Amar osubidhe nei, kintu amar moton buror sathe Valentines day kaatate bhalo lagbe?'
Abar mukhe kalo chhaya porche dekkhe kotha ghuriye bollam,'Beshi buro na, chultai ektu pekeche..'
Amar mathar dike taakiye bollo,'Kothay paka?'
'She to dye korechi, dekhte pachcho na...'
'Color to amio korechi..Tate ki hoy?..You must be 40...I am 31..not much buro'bolei khil khil kore hashlo...
Jak, Bee ke haste dekhte khub anondo holo...
Bollam,'Ei jah, meyeder boyesh bolte hoyna je!!'
Bollo,'Eta thik boyesh ke boleche?'bolei abar khil khil hashi...
Ei moreche, meyeta matal holo naki?
Or hashi thamate bollam,'Kotodin esecho ekhane?'
'Ek bochor hobe..'
'Biye korecho?' Abar bhul proshno...!!Nijer galei chor marte ichche holo.
'Joy ke to kotobar biye korte bolchi, kortei to chaichena..'
'Chaichena jokhon, tokhon tumi i ba chaicho keno?'
'Etodin to chaito, Valarie ashar por thekei Joy palte gelo kemon..'
Or dike takiye bollam,'Give him a break..Maye he needs time..'
'Break dilei to Valarie r kache chole jabe...'
'Gele jabe, jete dao...'
'Keno jabe?Valarie ki amar cheye sundor?'
'Ekta meye tar rival ke kokhon o sundor bole?'
'Moteo ta na,ekdom bichchiri dekhte...'
Heshe bollam,'Preme jodi moje mon, ki ba hari ki ba dom..'
Obak hoye bee bollo,'Eta ki mane hoy..?'
Proshongo palte bollam,'Hotei pare, bichchiri, Joy bichchiri meyeder i hoyto pochhondo kore...'
'Na, o amakei sudhu pochhoondo korto...amake boleche, amake chhere banchbe na...'
'She preme godogodo hoye oneke i onek kotha bole, seguloke i Dhrubo sotti bhebe boshe thakle cholbe?'
'Dhrubo.. ki?'
Bujhlam Bee banglay pash koreni kono din...
'Areh baba, amio onek meyeke bolechi banchbo na...benche to achi, naki?'
'Tomar o onek meye bondhu chhilo, keu i nei ekhon?'
'Bondhu , I mean, bandhobi prochur..premika nei bolte paro...'
'Sob premika der i bodhdhoy 'break' dichchile, tai sobai onner kache chhole geche !!!'
Henshe phele bollam,'Good, sense of humor...Hoyto tai,kintu setai to kora uchit tai na?'
'Keno?Nothing is unfair in Love and war..'
'True, but you cannot really win in a Love...'
'But, still you can 'Win' in a battle, right?'
'Seta sotti, kintu will you be happy after you win?'
'Why not?One is always happy after wining..'
'Olympic e gold medal jite anondo kora jay, kenona he/she earns it, thru hard work and dedication..'
'Tahole oke chhere debo?' Bee ektu mushre porlo amar gyan sune...
'Chharbe keno?time dao, dekho ki hoy..Oke phire ashte dao...'
'O ar ashbe na...'bolei abar kanna suru korlo Bee..
'Ashar hole thik ashbe, na hole chhere deoyao bhalo...'
Bee khub uttejito hoye bollo,'Keu phireche tomar kache?'
'Opekhkhay achi, ashbe nischoy keu...Na hole notun keu ashbe'
'Ar jodi na ashe?'
'Keu na keu thik i ashbe...'
'Moteo na, ekjoner jonno ek jon i thake...'
'Tahole to life ta kemon boring hoye jabe!!Kono golpo lekhai ar hobe na...'
'Oh, now I know, tumi golpo lekho...tai eto kotha bolcho!!'
Ha ha kore abar heshe bollam,'Golpo likhi thik i,tobe tar jonno bolchina eto kotha..'
'Keno tahole bolcho?'
'Bondhu ke gyan dichchi...'
'Bondhu ke gyan debar por, ei golpotao nischoy likhbe?'
'Hya, permission dile likhbo, kintu ekhon o interval o hoy ni..onek to baki...'
'Bhalo kotha mone poreche, ebare khabar er order deoya jak...'
Cholo khaoya daoya kora jak,'Ki khabe?' bole waiter ke daklam.
Bee bollo,'Chicken salad..'
'Khali salad?'
'Hya ami to kichu ranna parina tai salad khai..'
'Valarie ki ranna korte pare?'
Kotha ta sunei Bee kotmot kore amar dike takalo...
Sorbonash, rege mege chole jabe naki?'
Bollo,'You know what, I won't think about them anymore..let them do whatever they want...'
'Lokhkhi meye, ebare salad palte solid kichu khao, na hole Vodka pete gojgoj korbe..'
'Tumi ki nebe?'
'Smoked Salman with Veggies..'
'Aamio tai nebo tahole..'
'Tai hok, tobe tai hok...' bole order place kore dilam...
Besh raat hoye geche.
Amrai last customer bodhoy...
Kothay rin rin kore phone bajhchce.
Bojha gelo Bee er bag theke ashche...
Bee khuje pete bag hatre phone er sondhan pelo na.
Amake dilo bag ta..
Coach bag er bhetore, joto rajjer jonjal.
Meyera sarakhkhon jonjal niye ghore keno ke jane!!
Phone ta dite giye screen e chokhh pore gelo, dekhlam 'Joy Calling'..
Kichu na bole phone ta dilam....
Nam ta dekhe, phone ta na dhore amar dike isharay jiggesh korche 'Joy er phone ki korbo?'
Ami o isharay bojhalam, 'Phone ta dhoro..'
Ei korte korte phone ta gelo kete...phone ta or neouya holona....
Bee phone ta rekhe bollo,'O abar call korbe.Ki korbo?Oke ki bolbo?'
Bollam,'He is your boyfriend, you know better…just kotha bolbe, jhagra korbe na'
Bee bollo,'O jodi bole Valarie r sathe achi, se ta sunlei amar matha gorom hoye jabe na?'
Ami bollam,'Darao, tahole ar ek glass Vodka kheye neoya jak, dekho budhdhi khole kina.'
Ar ek glass chili Vodka niye amra Joy er phone er opoekhkha korte laglam.
Bee’s khali ek proshno Joy call korle o ki bolbe.
Khabar o eshe gelo iti modhdhe....
Dujonei mon diye khachchi, emon somoy jhorer bege keu dhuklo.
Dokane keu chhilona temon, bujhlam Joy i hobe...
Chacha apnar pran bancha kore palabo bhablam.
Kintu Bee ke eka rekhe jete parlam na...
Joy dhukei amake dekhe prochondo gelo rege.
Jor golatei bollo,'Who is this guy.'
Ami to 'Durganam' nichchi mone mone,'Ya debi sarbabhuteshu, shanti rupeno sansthita...'
Phosh kore Bee bole boshlo,'I forgot to tell you, he is my latest boy Friend..'
Sobbonash koreche, Joy er ja guli bisep tricep dekhte pachchi, pendiye bridabon dekhte hobe mone hoy...'
Bee ke jiggesh korlo,'He is your boyfriend?U could not find any better?...' bole amake khub galagali dite laglo.
Galagali khete khete ami salmon fish golay sendhabar chesta kore jachchi...

Restaurant manager tokhon chole eseche amar kachche, Pulish dakte hobe na ki jiggesh korte.

Surprisingly Bee khub thanda mathay sobai ke deal korlo..

Joy ke boste bole ekta drinks er order korlo or jonno.
Ami min min kore bollam, 'Hi... I am Ranjit, Just her friend, not a boy friend...'
Kothata sune chhe ektu shanto holo.
Bee ke bollam, ami ebar jai, tomra kotha bolo.
Bee bollo ,'Na tumi bosho, Joy jokhon asheni, tumi i amake help korechile.Tumi thako ekhane..'
Joy abar rege jachche dekhe shanto golay Bee bollo,'Etokhkhon tumi kothay chhile Joy?'
Joy bollo,'I told you, I will be late...'
Bee bollo,'Hya bolechhile, kintu ekhon bolo, kothay chhile, Valarie r sathe?'
Joy bollo,'Valarie r sathe thakle tomar keno problem hoy?'
'Valentines day te, amar sathe na katiye, Valarie r kachche thakle amar problem hobe na bolcho?'
'What is the big deal?tumi o to Ranjit er sathe acho?So..?'
'Ami Ranjit er sathe achi, kenona, you were not around.'
Joy rege giye bollo,'You look very happy with him....'
Bee oke aro chotate laglo, bollo,'Why are you so Jealous?'
Joy opprostut hoye bollo,'Who said I am Jealous?'
Bee or dike takiye bollo,'Then, why are you so angry?'
Joy ebare gola choriye bollo,' You did not pickup my phone and also did not tell me about him..'
Bee shanto hoye or dike takiye bollo,'tumio to boloni Valarie r sathe thakbe..'
Joy chup kore theke bollo,'Valarie dakle ki korbo?'
Bee kichhukhkhon obak hoye takiye roilo.
Bollo,'Ta thik, Valarie dakle to jetei hobe tomay...Tobe jabar age amake bolbe, tahole ami onno bondhur sathe onno plans banate pari..'
'Bollei to chenchamechi suru korbe, tai bolini....'
Bee bollo, 'Ta thik. Age hole chenchamenchi kortam...kintu ekhon ar korbo na....'
Joy byanka shore jiggesh korlo, 'Keno? notun Boy Friend peye gecho bole'
Ami to dujoner jhograr majhe pore khub i oswastite porechi...ki korbo kichu bujhe uthte parchhina.
Bee ebare ektu kora golay bollo, 'Dekho Joy, Notun Boyfriend paoya, is not atall a big deal for me.Chaile onek agei, onek kichu korte partam, korini...'
'Keno koroni..?Ei to dekhchi korcho..'
'Btw, O amay boy friend na, just friends...but yes,.he made me realise my identity.'
Ei reh, abar mar khabo!!! Ki dorkar chhilo ekhane ashar!!
'Okay, go and enjoy your identity...I will go and enjoy with Valarie...'
'Certainly Joy..Let me know when ever you need help!!'
'I don't think I will need your help, Sorry...'bole Joy dum dum pa phele chole gelo.
Ami kingkortobbobimur hoye boshe roilam.
Etokhkhon khub thanda mathay handle korchilo Bee, Joy jetei chokher joler bonya namlo.
Amar khub kharap lagchilo Bee ke kandte dekhe.
Bee ke bollam,'Eto kosto hochche jokhon , tokhon jete dile keno Joy ke?'
Chokh muchcte muchte Bee bollo,'It's over!! I cannot handle this any more...'
Bollam,'Nao chokh mochcho, ei dinta te chokher jol phelo na....'
Bee kanna meshano adho shore bollo,'Ar ekta Vodka..?'
Ami atke uthe bollam,'Na na baba ar na....rokhkha koro!!bolechi na, amar spine er L4-L5 ta kharap ache ghare othate parbo na?'
Bee obak hoye bollo,'L4-L5 ki hoy?'
Bollam,'kichu na, otho ebar!!'
Bee abdar dhorlo,'Aamake ekta long drive e niye jabe ekhon kothao...?'
Ami ogotta hotash hoye bollam,'Thik ache baba, chholo,....kintu ekta shorto ...'
Bee bollo,'Shorto mane?'
Uufff, meyeta ,banglata ekebare jole gule kheyeche, bollam,' Shorto mane Promise!!!'
Bee jiggesh korlo,'Ki promise korte hobe bolo?'
Bollam,'Chokher jol phela jabe na ekdom....'
Ek gal hese Bee bollo,'Promise!'

......Copyright @Manidipa

Alor Chonyay...

2010-02-04T21:56:00.000-08:00

Alor Chonyay...
Bengali Short Story By Manidipa Bhattacharya
02/04/2010
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Akashe nanarokom atoshbajir karsaji dekhte dekhte thik dosh bochor agekar ei dintar r kotha mone pore jachche Manashir.
Shei Prothom Kolkata theke Americay ashchilo eka eka.
San Francisco airport er kachcha kachi plane ta jokhon namchhilo, tokhon sara akash ta kemon jholmol korchilo aloy.
Tokhon janto na je 4th of July, America te fireworks hoy.
Eto alo dekhe, Manashi jhunke pore Plane er janla diye baireta dekhar chesta korchilo.
Hothath kheyal kortei ter pelo, janlar seat er lokta ghum bhenge obak chokhe or dike takiye ache.
Alo dekhte giye loktar pray gharer opor giye porechilo, kheyal koreni.
Khub opprostut hoye bolechilo, 'Sorry, I mean...Hi, I am Manasi Chatterjee'...
Lokta tai sune aro obak hoye takiye ache dekhe, Manashir khubi lojja korchhilo.
Ki bhabche lokta, ki gaye pora meye re baba!!
Kichukhkhon pore lokta 'Ha Ha' kore heshe bolechilo, 'Sorry,ektu obak hoyechhilam apnar namta sune, tai thotomoto kheye gechilam...'
'Keno amar nam ta ki kharap?', bolte jachchilo Manashi,
Tar agei lokta bollo, 'Hi I am Manash Basu, glad to meet you...'bole nijer hath ta bariye diyechilo.
Americar Plane e hothath i erokom Bangali, tao abar ek i namer karur sathe dekha hoye giye, dujonei haste suru kore diyechhilo.
Plane land korte beshi deri chhilo na dekhe ar bisesh golpo kora hoyni tokhon.
Tobe,dujone dujoner email id ta cheye niyechhilo pore jogajog korar jonno.

She dintar kotha mone porte chokhta kemon jhapsha hoye elo Manashi r.
Akashe tokhon o Fireworks cholche.
Lake er thanda haoyay kemon sheeth sheeth korche.
Bari phire jabe bhablo, naki ekbar Airport e jabe?
Manash ki sotti ashbe?

Americay pa debar din satek er modhdhei Manash er email peyechhilo.
Dujonei sobe desh theke Americay prothom bar esechilo, tai dujoner bondhutto hote deri hoyni.
Er por theke roj i, office er por dekha hoto.
Kokhono dujone bari khujte beroto, kokhono kenakata korte...
Dujoner kajer jayga beshi dure chhilona.
Tai dujoner bari o kachha kachhi i neoya gechilo.
Prayi somoye dujone ek i sathe ranna banna kore eksathei khaoya daoya korto.
Manash khub bhalo ranna korte parto.
Tai, o i beshir bhag randhto.
Manashi bason gulo meje dito..

Manash ekdin peyaj katte katte bolechhilo, 'Mojar kotha jano? Amar hath dekhe ekjon ki bolechhilo?'
Manashi TV dekhte dekhte bolechhilo, 'Tumi ar tomar jyotishi!!Ami sunte chai na...'
'Aaaha, choto keno? shono i na...'Manash bolei jachchilo...
'Ki kotha suni?'...Manashi kopot rag dekhachchilo..
Manash bollo,'Bolechhilo, amar ,ar amar bou er nam ek i hobe...'
'Tai naki?tomar bou er nam o ki Manashi?'Manashi T.V r dike takiye thakte thaktei bole jachchilo...
'Bou thik na, tobe hobu bou, kintu tar nam Manashi noy'
Manash er ei kothata sune, Manashi, T.V r theke chokh soriye or dike takiyechhilo...
Manash bolei jachchilo or hobu bou er kotha...
Manashi hothath i kono kotha na shune, ba na bole , 'Ami bari jachchi..' bole chole esechilo...

Pordin Manash sokalei or bari chole esechilo coffee niye.
'Ki byapar, kal hothath chole ele je?'
Manashi bolechhilo,'Sorir kharap lagchilo, tai.'
'Oh, ta ekhon kemon ache sorir?' Manash jante cheyechhilo.
'Ekhon to bhaloi achi..'Manashi hese bolechhilo.
Tai dekhe Manash khub khushi hoye bolechhilo,' Cholo, aaj to shonibar, Golden Gate Bridge e ghure ashi...'
Tai sune Manashi bolechhilo, 'Tomar bou rag korbe na?'
Manash obak hoye bolechhilo, 'Keno, ete rager ki ache?'
Ar kotha na bariye Manashi or sathe beriyechhilo berate.

Saradin ghure beriye klanto hoye dujone ekta beach e boshe, surjo doba dekhchilo.
Proshanto Mohasagorer shanto neel jole poronto surjer aloy Manash er dike takiye Manashi bolechhilo...
'Aachcha, ekta kotha bolle rakhbe?'
Surjjasto dekhte dekhtei manash bolechhilo, 'Ki kotha na sunei rakhbo boli ki kore?'
Manashi tao jed dhorecchilo,'Aage bolo rakhbe, tobe i bolbo...'
Manash or dike takiye muchki hese bolechhilo,'Thik ache bolo, chesta korbo...'
'Dosh bochor baade tomake jodi dekhte chai, tumi dekha dite ashbe?'Manashi chapa golay bolechhilo.
'Ha Ha' kore heshe Manash bolechhilo,'More jodi na jai, tahole, na ashar ki ache?'
'Ha ha kore hesho na to sob somoy...' Manashi rege uthechhilo.
'Hasteo parbo na? ki jala....thik ache bolo, kende kende kothay aste hobe?'Maanash thattha kore bolechhilo.
'Sob somoy iyarki mero na to, bhalo lage na...'Manashi r mukh gombhir hoye utche dekhe manash taratari bolechhilo,
'Raag koro na Raguni,thik dosh bochor pore , 4th of July te, San Francisco airport ei amader dekha hobe abar'
Manashi chup kore ache dekhe, Manashir mukhta tule Manash jiggesh korlo, 'Ki Madam, Khushi to ebar?'
Manashir du chokh diye tokhon obiram joler dhara namche dekhe, Manash ektu thotomoto kheye gechhilo.
Ki bolbe kichu bhebe na peye, Manashi ke joriye dhorechhilo.
Manashi o or buke matha rekhe kende jete lagechhilo hu hu kore.

Onekhkhon obhabei dujone boshechhilo.
Kichhukhhon por, Manash pocket theke rumal bar kore bolechhilo, 'Nao chokher jolta mocho ebare...ekdom petnir moton dekhachche je...'
Kandte kandtei heshe phelechhilo Manashi sedin.

Sedin er pore, e niye ar kokhon o kotha hoyni oder modhdhe.
Jodio dujoner bondhutte kono bhanta poreni sediner pore.
Shei ek sathe adda mara, khaoya daoya, berano choltei thakto.

Ghorir dike takalo Manashi.Pray sare nota baje.
Fireworks sesh hoyeche.
Sobai bari pherar jonno byasto.
Ei bheer er theke berotei onekhkhon lege jabe.
Bari phire gari niye berote geleo , ek ghonta lege jabe.
Tokhon ar Airport e giye labh hobe kichu?
Echara o janeo na kon terminal e jabe.
Manash ekhon kothay ache, setao jane na.
Indiay thakle, nishchoy okhan theke or sathe dekha korte ashbe na ei Airport e.
Ar ekhane thakleo kotar somoy jete hobe, setao bola hoyni.
Etogulo onischoyotar modhdhe na jaoyai bhalo.
Etodin ager kotha, Manash ki ar mone rekheche?
Tar cheye bari giye ekta wine er glass niye, kono movie dekha i bhalo.

Sat panch bhabte bhabte bari phire jama kapor chhere ek glass wine dhallo.
Cell phone ta jhonjhoniye bajtei doure giye ota dhorlo Manashi.
Duru duru buke number ta dekhlo,naah....Rupar.
Ekhon ar rupar sathe kotha bolte ichche korche na.
Tao phone ta tule 'Hello' bollo.
'Ki re, chhutir dine ki korchish?Chole aay amar bari...Kosha mangsho ranna korchi...'
'Eto ratre?'amta amta kore Manashi bollo.
'She ki re?Dosh ta abar raat holo kobe theke tor kache?Tui to raat jaga pakhi...'Rupa kolbol kore bole choleche.
'Thik ache, aschi, minute ponero pore...'Manashi bole phone ta rekhe dilo...

Jama palte ekta Saree porlo Manashi.
Sundor kore seje berolo gari niye.
Rupar bari jete san Francisco Airport ta cross korte korte, mon ta ektu kenpe uthlo.
Ghorir dike takalo, egarota pray baje...
Kichu dur jabar pore, porer 'Exit' niye abar gari ghuriye ulto rasta dhorlo.

Keno jachche o airport e?
Sotti i ki Manash ashbe?
Ar ashleo ba ki?
Biye tha kore nishchoy etodine songsari hoyeche.
Besh onek bochor i holo kono jogajog nei Manash er sathe.
O biye korte deshe gelo jedin, sedin thekei Manashi or sathe ar somporko rakheni.
Manash email korleo jobab deyni.
Phone korleo phone toleni.
Er por theke aste aste Manash o ar email koreni.
Or Phone ashao bondho hoye gelo ekdin.

Rasta Ghate konodin hoyto Manash er sathe dekha hoye jabe bhebeche.
Kintu setao ghoteni.
Pore onekbar bhebeche Manash ke ekta phone kore ba email lekhe, kintu aroshtota katiye likhe uthte pareni.
Kotobar eka eka San Francisco r shei beach er dhare surjasto dekheche, kintu Manash asheni.
Aaj i ba hothath aste jabe keno o?
Abar cell phone ta bajche.
Deri dekhe nishchoy Rupa call korche.
Phone ta ar na dhore, International Airport e parking lot er dike gari niye egote laglo.

Taratari garita park kore, Singapre Airlines er Arrival Lounge er dike dour lagalo Manashi.
Onekei obak hoye or dike takiye ache dekhe, kheyal korlo, aj o saree pore beriyeche.
Saree pora mohilake ekhane keu hoyto dourate dekheni, ke jane!!
Abar cell phone ta beje uthlo.
Uuuf Rupa ta jaliye marche toh!!Ektu opekhkha shoy na meyetar!
Dourate dourate i phone ta dhore jore , 'Aschhii Baba Aschhii' bolei phone ta kete dilo.
Airport er e pranto theke opranto khunje berate laglo Manash ke.
'Keno ele na tumi Manash?' moner modhdhe e kothatai ghurpak khete laglo kebol i.

Tobe ki onno terminal e ache o?
Singapore airlines e to ora esechilo, mone porche..Tobe?

Du chokh diye joler dhara namlo.
Raage, opomane Manash er opor bhari raag dhorlo.
Phire eshe garite uthe pran khule kandlo kichhukhkhon.
Keno mukh phute nijer bhalobashar kotha janate pareni Manash ke?

Kichukhkhon kende halka hoye, gari start niye Rupar bari rouna holo.
Er modhdeh bar koyek Rupar phone eshe geche.
ektu porei Rupa khub chintay pore jabe.
Hoyto thana Pulish korte lege jabe.
Taratari gari chalalo Rupar barir dike.

Gari ta driveway te park kore dekhlo jore gan cholche bhetore.
Bell ta bajiye, purse theke choto ayna ta ber kore, chokh mukh muchte laglo.
Kende kende bhuter moto dekhachche oke.
Purse hatre lipstick khonjar chesta korte laglo.

Dorja khulei Rupa bokte suru koreche oke, 'Kothay gechhili?Phone korleo dhorchish na, byapar ta ki?'

Rupa r kotha na shune ghore dhuke boshar ghore sofay jete i, samnei Manash er hashi mukh ta dekhte pelo.

Pechon theke Rupa bolei choleche,'Shei kokhon theke Manash tor jonno Airport e opekhkha kore boshe theke theke, amar bari elo..Ta kono patta ache meyer?Kothay chhili etokhkhon?'

Chokhe jol niye Manashi bollo, 'Singapore Airlines er lounge i to ami chhilam etokhkhon...'

Muchki hese Manash bollo,' Madam, eto sohoje bhule gele, kon Airlines e eshechhilam?Tarpor Manash pocket theke rumal bar kore bollo, 'Nao chokher jolta mocho ebare...ekdom petnir moton dekhachche je...'
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Copyright @Manidipa

2010-01-18T16:11:00.000-08:00

Ektu Bhalobaste Dio

2010-01-18T09:11:00.000-08:00

Ektu Bhalobaste Dio
Bengali Poem By Manidipa Bhattacharya
01/18/2010

Bhalobashbo bole bhalobashini
Tumi keno bashoni, shetao bhabini

Bhebona, bhalobeshe bhul korechi
Sudhu hotashay dube morechi

Bhalobashay shorto thakena
Bhalobashay jor o khatena

Bechaa kenar hiseb rakhena
Debar o nebar asha korena

Bhalobasha onek dey, nite bhule jay
Bhalobashay kannna pay, onek bedonay

Shopner mondire chupichupi esho
Amay sudhu ektu bhalobaste dio

====….Manidipa

Phire Esho

2010-01-16T09:26:00.000-08:00

Phire Esho
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
01/15/2010.
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Ghum bhangtei mone porlo aaj Kaushik er jonmodin.
Atharoi July, protibochor edin ta kokhon o bhole na Nitu.
Koyekbochor age hole , uthei Kaushik ke phone kore ghum theke othato ‘Happy Birthday’ janate, noyto Phul er tora, Cake, Balloon niye hajir hoto Kaushik er deray….
Ghum chokhe gai gui korte korte Kaushik dorja khulto, Nitu khub anondo peto oke birokto korte pere….

‘Aah, ektu ghumate dao na…’Kaushik bolto.
‘Na na , uthe poro, cholo cake kato, misti khao….’bole bole Nitu oke Jonmodine othato…

Nah, koto bochor hoye gelo, ar Kaushik ke phone kore na.
Nischoy, Kaushik or phone er opekhkhay aar thake na ekhon.
Email eo subhechcha adan prodan kore na.
Jodio proti bochor niyom kore Nitu r jonmodine Kaushik ekta e-card pathay ekhon o.
Card ta khole na Nitu.Junk mail e chole jay.
Kaushik er sesh koth gulo kane tokhon baje, ‘Ami moteo tomake kokhon o bhalobashini…...It was just an infatuation’
Nitu r i hoyto bujhte bhul hoyechilo.
Bondhutto ke bhalobasha bhebe boshechilo. Naki ekhono boshe ache?

Phagun Haoyay Hridoy Dole, Gane Gane Akash Bhore
Phuler Agun Ronger Chnoyay, Roinu Boshe Kahar Tore?

Na, na …ki sob bahbche Nitu.
Ektu pore Arup ashbe.
Aj engagement Ring kinte jabar kotha oder dujoner.

Taratari uthe porlo Nitu.
Bathroom e giye freshen up hoye, cha er jol chapalo.

Ektu payesh korte boshiye dilo pasher oven e.
Achcha, ki ranna kora jay? Kaushik ki khete bhalobasto?
Oh, jonmodine to Kaushik mach mangsho khayna.
Tai ei dine Nitu o khay na Non-Veg.

Ki aschorjo, sarakhkhon Kaushik er kothai Nitu bhabche keno?
Kaushik er ki mone pore eshob kotha?
Hoy to pore! Hoyto porena.
Jodi esob miss korto, tahole nischoy phire asto.
Asheni jokhon etodine, tar mane ‘He was never yours!!’

Je jabar, taake dhore rekho na,
Je thakar, she chole jay na,
Je ashena, she tomar chiloi na.

Bhabtei phik kore heshe phello Nitu.Bhor belay kemon kabbo korchche !!
Ei jah, payesh er dudh ta nich ta lege gelo onomonoshko hote giye.
Narte nartei jhon jhon kore phone ta beje uthlo.

Kaushik er phone noyto?
Phone dhorlei bolbe, ‘Ki, amar gift kothay?’

Dhhut, abar ki sob aje baaje kotha bhabche.
Gas ta ‘low heat ‘ e diye doure gelo phone dhorte.

Phone ta khunje dhorte giyei kete gelo.
Abar Kaushik er kothai mone porlo, ‘Phone ta kache thake na keno?’
Nituo torko korte,’Amar kache ki pocket ache je phone thakbe sob somoy?’
Tokhon Kaushik bolto, golay mala kore pore thakte.

Chena Phuler Gondhe Aji, Hridoy Amar Akul Holo
Milon Mala Niye Sokha Kobe Tumi Ashbe Bolo?

Missed call ta dekhlo Arup er.
Nischoy becharar tension hochche, sesh muhurte Nitu benke boshbe engagement er jonno.
Onek koste Arup Nitu ke raji koriyeche biyete.
Kintu sob somoy bhoye bhoye thake, ei bujhi Nitu benke boshbe.

‘Ahare bechara..’kharap laglo Arup er kotha bhebe.
Bhalo chheletake michchi kosto deoya!!

Arup ke phone korlo Nitu.
‘Kotay berobe?’ Arup jiggesh korlo.
‘Tumi bolo, lunch er por beroyle hoy. Tumi chole esho, ekhane kheye nebe.’Nitu bollo.
‘Ki special ranna korcho amar jonno?’ Arup jiggesh korlo.
‘Aj to niramish khai ami’, bolei Nitu Jeeb katlo,samle uthe bollo,
‘Tomar jonno chili chicken, fried rice baniye dichchi…’
‘Sounds good’, bole Arup phone rekhe dilo.

Ebare hath pa chaliye ektu ranna gulo sesh korte hobe.
Ghonta khanek er modhdhei Arup eshe jabe, o jane!

Payesh ta hoye eseche, baki rannay mon dilo.

Abar dorjay toka porlo.
Ek gal hasi niye Rina dariye ache dekhte pelo dorja khulei.
‘Ekhon o toiri hoosh ni?Aaj to tor special day. Ja ja, ready ho. Engagement ring kinte jabi na?’Dhukei Rina dhomok lagalo.
‘Arup ashbe, tai ranna korte hobe…’ Nitu bollo.
‘Ne ne, sor sor, ami kore dichchi ranna. Ja ja, bhalo kore seje guje aay….’bolei Rina ranna ghorer charge niye nilo.

Bathroom e aaynar dike takatei du chokh jole bhore elo.

Aaj eto anonder dine chokhe jol keno ashe?
Nitu to Bor Bachcha niye songshar i korte cheyechhilo.
Arup to tai dite chay oke.
Tobe dukhkho kiser?

Biye, bachchar nam sunlei Kaushik chhitke sore jeto.
Onno proshonge chhole jeto songe songe.

Kaushik ki biye korbe na?
O jake bhalobashe, nishchoy korbe.

Rinar kachei Kaushik er khobor pay sob.

Rinar madhdhomei Kaushik er sathe alap hoyechhilo Nitur.
Rinar chheler jonmodiner party te.
Kaushik er gaye wine er glass ulte phelecchilo Nitu.
Sada shirt er dofa rofa.
Khub lojja peyechhilo Nitu.
Pore Rinar kache email address cheye, oke mail korechhilo Nitu.
Kaushik or sorry r jobabe likhechhilo, ‘coffee r sathe sorry bolle hoy na?’
Nitu likhechhilo, ‘Ami coffee khai na….’
Kaushik likhlo, ‘How about ‘cha’?’
Nitu moja kore likhecchilo,’Cha ye gayer rong moyla hoye jabe’.

Shei theke bondhutto suru.
Tarpor sarakhkhon dujoner email e , phone e kothabarta cholto.
Kaushik er preme porte Nitu ekdomi somoy lageni.
She kotha Nitu janiyeochilo Kaushik ke.
Kintu Nitu kokhon oi kheyal koreni, Kaushik kokhon o bhalobashar kotha boleni mukhe.
Tokhon i hoyto Nitu r seta bojha uchit chhilo.
O bhabte suru korechhilo, Kaushik o oke bhalobashe.
Nijer moner ojantei khelaghorer shopno dekhte suru korechilo.

Rina oke agei sabdhan korechilo, je Kaukshik er onek bandhobi ache.
Emnitei Kaushik Mohila Mohole khubi jonopriyo chhilo.
Tai sundori mohilader preme porata kono oshshabhabik kichu na.
Kaushik je dhora porte chay na, seta Nitu bujhlo onek derite.

Prothom dhakka ta samle uthte somoy legechilo Nitur.
Kaushik er e kothata konodin bhulbe na Nitu.
‘Tumi amar jonno boshe chhile keno?Ami ki bolechhilam tomay boshe thakte?’

Shukno Phuler Sajiye Dali, Logno Je Hay Gelo Boye
Dukher Shashe, Sukher Ashe, Boshe Achi Potho Cheye

Ekhon o Rinar barir party te Kaushik er sathe dekha hoy.
Nitui eriye jay.
Onnoloker sathe golpe byasto hoye pore.
Bujhte pare, Kaushik kotha bolte chay, kintu Nitu abar dhonkha khete chayna.

Taratari kore snan tan kore berolo Nitu.
Arup eshe boshe ache niche.
Ekta jeans ar T-shirt pore neme elo niche.

Arup er mukhta khushite jholmol korche dekhte pelo.

Nitu ke dekhei Rina bokaboki suru korlo.
‘Bollam na ektu seje guje aste?’

Nitu kono jobab na diye ranna ghore dhuklo.
Rina o ashlo pichu pichu.
‘Ki re? abar Kaushik er kotha bhabchish?’Rina bollo.

Onno dike takiye Nitu bollo, ‘Ke bollo?Moteo na.’

Rina bollo,’amar dike takiye kothata bol,Chokhta to lal toktoke hoye ache?’

Nitu plate gochchate gochhate bollo, ‘Thanda legeche bodhhoy chokhe..’

Rina bollo, ‘Baje kotha bolish na, edike taka’.

Du chokh bhorti jol niye Nitu bollo’ Eta ami korte parbo na..’

Rina rege giye bollo,’Achcha ki paglami suru korechis bolto?Arup er kotha ta ekbar bhabbi na?’
Nitu aste aste bollo,’Arup er kotha bhebei to bolchi, oke kosto dite parbo na…’
Rina rege giye bollo,’O bechara koto anonde boshe ashe, ja… giye or mon ta bhenge diye aay…’

Didhagrosto bhabe Nitu boshar ghore giye dekhlo, bairer dorja ta haat khola, table er opore khali cha er cup ta pore ache…’

….===Copyright Manidipa

Bhalobashar koto rong

2009-11-24T10:35:00.001-08:00

Bhalobashar koto rong
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
11/24/2009.
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Shokalbela ghum theke uththe ichche korchilo na..
Ga ta kemon myaj myaj korche.
Jor aschhe mone hochche.

Kichu kheye osudh ta kheye nebo bhablam.
Bideshe eka thakar etai ekta kosto.
Sob kaj nijekei korte hobe.

Ogotta uthtei holo.
Hath mukh dhuye chaer jol ta chapiye, office e phone lagalam boss ke.
Bole dilam aj ar office jabo na.

Hathmukh dhuye rannaghore dhuklam.
Cha er sathe duto toast o baniye kheye nilam.
Osudh ta kheye abar leper nichche dhukbo bhabte na bhabtei cell phone ta beje uthlo.

Number ta dekhlam, Mitali r.
E somoye generally Mitali phone korena!
Taratari phone ta tule bollam, ‘Hello..’

O pashe Mitali r gola bhebshe elo,‘Ki re, aj office geli na keno?’
Uttor na diye bollam, ‘ Tui janli ki kore?’
‘Areh, ami to office e onekbar phone korechhilam, tui dhorchish na dekhe andaj korlam…’
Bollam,‘Hothath, sokkal sokkal etobar phone korchhili keno?’

Mitali kopot rag dekhiye bollo,’ Keno bondhu ke sokale phone kora jay na bujhi?’
“Na re, bhablam kichu emergency kina, tai bollam’
‘Emergency bolei to korlam…’Mitali bollo.
Ami ektu bhoy peyei bollam, ‘Keno re ki hoyeche?’
Mitali hese bollo,’Temon kichu na, Rajiv eseche. Tor sathe dekha korte chaiche.’

Kotha ta shune kichukhkhon chup kore roilam.
Ei muhurte ami ei kothata shonar jonno prostut chhilam na..
Chup kore achi dekhe Mitali bollo,’ Ki re?Ki holo?’
Mitali ke ki jobab debo bhabte laglam.
Ki bhabe react korbo tao bujhe uthte parlam na.
Rajiv eseche, tate ami khushi hobo?Ragbo?na Obhiman korbo?

Ekbar bhablam phone ta thok kore rekhe dei.
Kingba boli, ‘Ekhkhuni ami Rajiv er kotha sunte chai na, kotha o bolte chai na’.
Seta na kore, jothasombhob normal tone e bollam,’ Oma tai naki? Kobe eseche re?’

Mitali bollo,’ Kal ratrei eseche, aaj ektu free ache.
Tai tor sathe dekha korte chay.’

Ami horboriye bole phellam, ‘Kintu aaj to dekha kora jabe na’

Mitali bollo,’Keno re? aaj ki ache?’

Bollam,’Na, temon kichu nei, amar sorir ta khub kharap…tai…’

Mitali hoi hoi kore uthlo, ‘Sorir kharap hoyeche, age bolbi to, Chupchap shuye thak, amra ekhkhuni aschi…’

Ami min min kore bolte gelam, ‘Na ashish na….’,bolar agei Mitali phone ta rekhe dilo.

Sorir kharap sunle Mitali chhute ashbei jantam.
O nijeke amar Local Guardian mone kore.
Sob somoy khonj khobor ney, dorkare help korte doure ashe.
Tai parot pokhkhe ami oke amar sorir kharap er kotha bolte chai na.
Sunlei khabar dabar baniye niye ashbe.
Ratre theke jete chaibe, noyto or barite amake niye jete chaibe.

Or nijer ekta songshar ache.
Bor bachcha ache, tar majhe osustho hoye or seba nite amar bhalo lagbe na.
Ar amar jonno keu eto chinta koruk, setao ami chai na.
Kintu o nachhorbandha.
Upokar korei chharbe!

Keno je morte bolte gelam!
Nijer i hath kamrate ichche korlo.

Ki korbo ekhon?
Bhuter moton chehara niye to boshe achi!
Sokal theke chan tan o kora hoyni.
Ghor dor sob londobhondo.
Er majhkhane Rajiv ashle, khub lojjay porbo.

Rage ga gir gir korte laglo.

Sob rag ta giye porlo Rajiv er opore.

Ki dorkar porechhilo or ekhane ashar?

Ar eseche jokhon, amar sathe dekha korar ki dorkar poreche?

Rage chokh phete jol beriye ashlo.

Dorjay tala lagiye baire beriye jai, ekbar bhablam.
Tate kono labh hobe na.
Mitali tahole thana Police kore amay khunjte berobe.

Uthe aste aste bairer ghor ta gochalam.
Ranna ghorta o ektu saf kore, bathroom e dhuklam snan tan kore fresh hote.
Snan kore uthe chul achrabar jonno , aynar dike takatei du chokh abar jole bhore uthlo.

Ki dosh chhilo amar je Rajiv amake phele chole gelo?

Kichhcukhkhon kende monta halka holo.

Bell er ghontay taratari jama tama paltiye, dorja khulte elam.
Side er kanch diye dekhte pelam Mitali r sathe Rajiv dariye ache.
Ek gal dari, ushkokhushko chul, ei ki shei amar Rajiv?

Dorja khultei Mitali bhoyanok chenchamechi jure dilo.

‘Eokhkhon deri lagali dorja khulte, ami bhablam nischoy matha ghure pore achish, ami to bhoyi peye gechilam…..’

Mitali r bok bok bondho korte bollam, ‘Aay aay bhetore aay, bathroom e chhilam, tai deri holo…’

Amake thele soriye Mitali hater gobda bag ta niye rannaghore chole gelo.
Nishchoy nana rokom khabar dabar niye eseche, ami osustho shune.
Ekhon ar amay kono kaj i korte debe na meyeta, ami jani!

Rajiv dorjar mukhe dariye ache dekhe bollam, ‘Bhetore eshe bosho…’

‘Kemon Acho?’
Jollod gombhir golar shore buker bhetor ta mochor diye uthlo.
Ei golay Rajiv er kobita abbritti shunei college e or preme porechilam.

College e Rajiv khub popular chilo.
Daroon abritti kora chharao, Rajiv porasuna teo tukhor chhilo.
Tar opor daroon handsome chhilo, tai preme na porar amar konoi karon chhilo na.

Rajiv er sathe bondhutto korte ami Mitali r bari hana ditam pray i.
Rajiv Mitali r dadar bondhu chhilo.Tai pray i Mitali r bari asto.

Mitali o byapar ta janto, tai ekdin amar sathe porichoy koriye diyechhilo.

Shei porichoy theke aste aste somporko ta ar ektu gobhir hoy
Class er meyera amay khub irsha korto, kintu tokhon amar allade matite pa porto na.
Rajiv i chhilo amar dhyan gyan, amar praner manush.

College sesh hobar por Rajiv khub boro chakri niye Bombay te chole jay.
Emnite khubi tukhor chhele chhilo, ar onek uchchakankhi o.
Tai tor tor kore opore uthte or beshidin somoy lagbe na ami jantam, ar seta hoyeo chilo.

Ami ashay ashay chhilam, ekbar eshe amake biye kore niye jabe or kache.
Kintu she gure bali.
Priothom prothom chhuti chhatay Rajiv asto.
Eshei age amar sathe dekha korto.
Hasi gan anonde se kota din kotha diye kete jeto bujhte partam na.
Kintu dheere dhhere, o Kolkatay asha komiye dilo.

Ami tao ‘tasher ghor’ banabar shopne motto roilam.
Hothath ekdin dekhlam, ghorta bhenge i gelo.

Rajiv er biyer khobor ta Mitali i amake diyechhilo.
Boss er meyeke biye koreche.
Ekhon shei company r Vice President ba kichhu.

Ei dhakka ta samlate besh kichudin kichudin legechilo amar.
Emnite ami khubi shokto, kintu e ghotonar pore gobhir hotashay dube chhilam kichudin.
Aste aste Rajiv ke otit baniye abar notun kore jibon suru korlam.

Software Company te chakri niye bideshe pari dilam.
Purono smriti bhulte ei decision ta amaake onek sahajjo korechilo..

Kichu bochor bade Mitali o ekhane elo.
Bondhu bandhob ekhane hoyei gechilo.
Taropor Mitali o ekhane eshe jaoyay, amar ekakitto kichuta kom hoyechhilo.

Kheyal holo, Rajiv amar dike onekkhon ek driste cheye ache.
Or ‘Kemon Acho’ r kothar uttor na diye bollam, ‘Cha khabe?’

Ranna ghor theke Mitali chenchiye bollo, ‘ Tui ekdom edike ashbi na….chup kore boshe thak, ami sob anchi.’

Rajiv er sathe eka eka golpo korte amar ekdom ichcha korchhilo na.
Tao or samnei chair tene boste holo.
Boshe magazine er pata oltate laglam.

Rajiv amar rag onuman kore niye bollo,’Khub rege acho, amar opor?’
Magazine er pata theke chokh na soriye bollam,’Rag? Keno ?’
Rajiv bujhlo rag ta barche,tai kotha paltalo, ‘Ta kotdin ekhane?’

Ami bollam,’Jene tomar ki labh?’
Sorol kothar banka uttor peye Rajiv bollo,’Labh lokshan kichu na, emni jiggesh korlam.’

Kichhukhkhon dujonei chupchap boshe roilam.
Dujonei duto magazine er patay dube thakar bhan korlam.
Majhe mjajhe Rajiv amar dike takachche.
Ki bolbe bujhche na, ba sahosh kore bole uthte parchena.
Ami o byapar ta besh upobhog korte laglam.

Ektu por Mitali cha ta baniye niye ashlo.
Kothay kothay Mitalir kach theke jante parlam, Rajiv ekhane chikitsar jonno eseche.
Kal sokale hospital e bhorti hobe.
Kichu major operation hobe.

Amar mon ta ektu dukhkhe bhore uthlo.
Kintu ami bhableshhin mukhe sune gelam.
Kono proshno o korlam na.
Mitali ba Rajiv o ar beshi kichu bollo na.

Ora chole gelo.

Ami khanikhkhon ghor bar korte laglam.
Mone hochchilo chhute jai Rajiv er kache.
Or mathay hath buliye diye boli, sob thik hoye jabe, ami to achi.
Kintu seta ar bola holo na.
Na bolar bedonay amar mon bhar hoye roilo.

Pordin sokale, dupure kono somoy i Mitali ke phone e dhora gelona.
Saradin office er kaje o mon boshate parlam na.
Rager chhote kal jiggesh o kora hoyni, kothay Rajiv er operation ta hobe.

Rajiv kemon ache, ei proshno ta amake kure kure khete laglo.
Kharap kono khoborer ashonkay monta kebol chhotfot korte laglo.

Office theke taratari beriye, soja gelam Mitali r bari gelam.
Barite keu chhilo na.
Dorjay ekta note likhe rakhlam, ami esechhilam bole.

Bari phire hathmukh dhuye chaer cup niye boshlam.
Tokhkhoni Mitali o phone korlo.
Rajiv er khobor sonar jonno pran ta uthal pathal korte laglo.
Kintu seta prokash na kore bollam, ‘Ei, tor paray esechilam, tai bhablam dekha kore jai.’

Mitali bollo,’Aj to Rajiv er operation holo, okhanei chhilam saradin.’
Ami ektu agroho niye jiggesh korlam, ‘Kemon ache ekhon?’
Mitali bollo, ‘Operation successful, kintu kodin thakte hobe hospital e.
Ami dwidha katiye jiggesh korte parlam na kon hospital.
Phone ta chharar age Mitali bollo, ‘Tui ekbar jash, or bhalo lagbe.’

Amar mukh phoshke beriye gelo, ’Oke bhalo lagabar amar kono dorkar nei.’
Mitali hese bollo, ‘Dorkar nei jodi tahole amar bari esechili keno or khonj nite?’

Ami chup kore achi dekhe Mitali bollo,’Rag kore thakish na, ekbar jash.Bechara khubi mushre poreche.’

Phone ta rakhtei abar du chokh jole bhore elo.
Rajiv osustho hoye eka eka hospital er bed e pore ache, ar ami pashe nei, ei kothata mene niteo amar kosto hochche.
Bohu bochorer shei rag ami ekhono moner moddhhe pushe rekhechi keno?

Rajiv er poreo onek purush amar jibone eseche.
Tahole or opor eto rag kiser?

Chokh tokh muche berolam Hospital er dike.
Rugi r sathe dekha korte jachchi, phul neoya uchit mone kore dokan theke ektu phul o nilam songe.

Ghore dhuke dekhlam Rajiv chokh bondho kore shuye ache.
Or kahil mukhta dekhe khub kosto holo.
Abar chokh phete jol beriye elo.
Rajiv chokh na khulei bollo, ‘Ami jantam, tumi ashbe’.

Bollam, ‘Mitali i amake aste bollo bole ashlam, noile astam na’.

Rajiv bollo,’Tai bujhi?Tahole kandcho keno?’

Bokar moto bollam,’Chokher modhdhe kichu dhule poreche…’

Rajiv chokh khule, ektu hese bollo,’Kandle tomake jano kemon dekhte lage?’

Ami kanna ar hashi meshano golay bollam, ‘Thik pyanchar moton?’

Rajiv er chokheo jol bhore elo, bollo,’Mone rekhecho kothata?’

Bollam,‘Bhulte cheyechi onekbar i, kintu parini’.

Rajiv bollo,’Ekhono bhalobasho?’

Ami or chokher jol muchiye diye bollam,’Tumi bashona?’…….

===Copyright Manidipa…==============================

Tomar Jonno

2009-10-20T13:51:00.000-07:00

Bengali Short Story: Tomar Jonno.
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
10/20/2009
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Onnomonoshko bhabe internet surf korchilo sedin Samit.

Office thek phire , eka eka temon kaj thake na.

Hoy T.V dekha noy internet surfing.

Majhe sajhe rater dike Gym e jay.
Barir pashe I Gym.
Onek taka diye member o hoyeche, kintu niyomito jaoya hoyna.

Bishal Television ar high speed internet er doulote pray I ghorbondi thake.

Tate Samit er kono osubidhe nei, ei niye dibbi ache.

Kolkatay Ma, Bon ra bhabe, ‘Ahare chheleta bidesh bibhui e eka eka thake, ki kosto!’
Kotobar boleche ekta bhalo meye dekhe biye ta kor, she kotha sunle toh!

Sotti kotha bolte ki, Samit er temon konoi kosto nei.

Weekend e pray I er bari tar bari nemontonno thake.

Echara ei party shei party, Durga Pujo,Kali Pujo sob somoy kichu na kichu lege I thake.

Bhabte bhabte I ‘Facebook’ e login korechilo.
Face book hoye ajkal onek purono bondhuder dekha paoya jay.
Ek bondhu ke khunje pele I onek bondhuder o hodish mele.

Ei bhabei Ratan er friend’s list e sedin Anamika r nam dekhechilo.

Bohu bochor bade jogajog hoye khub bhalo legechilo.

Anamika or sathe ek i school e porle o , onno section e chhilo.
Sundori bole Anamikar khub demand chhilo school e.
Kintu kono chhele ke temon patta dito na.
Samit er khub ichche thakle o sahosh kore or kache jete parto na.

Tobe dur theke Anamika ke dekhle bujker bhetor ta chhalat kore uthto.

Kono karone Anamika hese kotha bolle o dhonno mone korto nijeke.

Ekbar Anamika r school er bag ekta chhele dhakka mere phele diyechilo.
Tokhon Samit I doure giye Anamika ke help korechhilo.
Sob boi potro uthiye debar por , Anamika muchki hese oke ‘Thank You’ bolechilo.
Ki anondo je hoyechilo sedin!

Ei ghotonar por, Anamika sathe kotha bolar chesta korechilo koyekbar, kintu hoye otheni temon.

Aste jete 'Hi, Hello..' byas ei porjontoi.

Je tutorial class e Anamika jeto , sekhane o Samit bhorti hoyechilo, or sathe kotha bolar jonno.
Kintu Anamikar samne gele i sob kotha barta kemon peter bhetore sendiye jeto.
Premer prostab to durer kotha, samanno kothabarta o chalate parto na.

Anamika oboshsho sob somoy i hense i kotha bolto or sathe.

Jodio Anamika nije theke jeche eshe kotha boleni, tobuo Samit er mone hoyeche Anamika or sathe kotha bolte pochondoi kore.
Samit chhoto bon er o darostho hoyechilo ekbar.
Anamika ke ekta chhiti debar jonno.
Kintu chhoto bonta o emon shoytan, chhiti deoya to dure thak, ulte sara barir lokke ghotona ta bole diyechilo.
Rege mege kotodin bontar sathe kotha i boleni.

School sesh hoye jabar por ar temon Anamika r sathe dekha hoyni.

Jodio bondhuder kache khobor peyechilo, Anamikar biye hoye geche.

She dukhkhe i ki Samit konodin biye koreni?Samit mone korar chesta korlo.

Nah, tao noy...Anamika porber por Shalini, Mimi onek meyer sathe i or somporko gore uthechilo.
Kono somporko i biye obdi gorayni jodio.

Biyete Samit er khub bhoy.
Chhoto bontar biye bhenge jabar por theke i Samit biyer kotha sunle palato dure.

Bon ta ek chhele ke niye ki oshantite i katiyechhilo Divorce er somoy.

She dingulor kotha ar mone korte chayna Samit.

Ekhon oboshsho Chhotobon ta, or i ek classmate ke biye kore sukhe ghorkonna korche.

Biyer kothay bhablo Samit, School e thakte o bhebei rekhechilo, biye korle Anamika kei korbe.
Kothata bhebe i kemon hashi peye gelo Samit er.
Chhotobalay loke koto ki bhabe, ar ghote giye onno jinish.

Samit konodin o bhabeni , USA te thakbe.
Bhabto Daktar hoye grame grame loker seba korbe.

Kothay Daktari, kothay ki!!

Jak ge, abar facebook e r patay chokh rakhlo.
Anamika photo gulo dekhe buke kemon jeno chin chine byatha onubhob korlo.
Ki bhaloi na lagche dekhte Anamika ke ei photo te.

Bohudin anamika ke dekheni.
Jokhon Anamika ke khunje peyechhilo, tokhon or sathe contact korte ektu itostoto bodh korechhilo.
Ke jane, Anamikar oke mone ache kina!
Ar thakle o o bondhutto korte chaibe kina etodin pore.

Kintu Anamika I or dike bondhhutter hath bariye diyechilo.

Ekbar arosthta kete jabar por, Anamikar sathe roj i golpo korto email e...

Email chhalachali kichhudin cholar por, chat e golpo hote laglo.
Er por phone, wecam e kotha sob i suru hote somoy lageni.

Ekhon Anamika r phone na ashle mon ta ektu ektu kemon kemon kore...

Oboshsho ekotha thik,Anamika i oke phone kore, o nije theke phone koreni kohon o.

Jodio ekhon Anamika 'single again'. Bombay te eka eka thake.Ekta chhele niye.
Tai phone kotha jete i parto, kintu shei arosthota !

Nije theke konodin kono meyer sathe aalap jomate parlo na Samit.

Or ek bandhobi bolto, 'Samit tui ja kyabla, tor dara kichhu hobe na!!'

Ekhon Anamika i phone e khub kotha bole...
Kobe or bor er sathe Divorce hoyeche, keno holo...Bor abar biye koreche.
hyana tyana...eto kotha bolar kichu nei...tao bole jay...Samit o sune jay.

Anamika nije ekta nami company r manager.
Pray I USA ,UK jete hoy office er kaje.

Aha, Anamika ashle ki bhaloi na hobe…

‘Ekta phone korbe naki Anamika ke?’ bhablo Samit.

E somoy to o office e thake.
Office theke majhe majhe Samit ke phone kore Anamika.

Sat panch bhebe number ta dial korlo.

Opor prante Anamikar gola pelo, ‘Hello?’
Samit bollo, ‘Hey, how are you?’
Anamika bollo, ‘Can I call you back?’
Samit, ‘Sure’ bole phone ta rekhe diye bhablo, o somoye phone kora ta hoyto thik hoy ni.
Anamika ki ekhon o rege ache or opor?

Koyekdin dhore i Anamikar sathe kotha katakati cholche.

Kothata suru hoyechilo sadharon bhabe i.

Anamika oke jiggesh korechilo,'Samit tumi biye koroni keno?'

Uttore, 'Emni i..' ba 'kono bhalo meye paini..' bolle i hoto..

Ta na bole bollo, 'Biye abar manushe kore naki?'

Kotha ta sune i bhoyanaok chote uthlo Anamika.

Bollo, 'Manush i to biye kore , goru chagol ra to ar kore na.'

Samit uttor dilo, 'Goru chhagol ra manusher cheye budhdhiman , tai biye korena..'

Anamika rege giye bollo, 'Tumi nishchoy tahole Goru, tai tomar eto budhdhi..'

Anamika rege jachche dekhe kotha paltanor chesta korechilo Samit,'Achcha bolo, tumi abar biye korle na keno?'

Anamika oke i proshno korlo, 'Tumi korbe?'

Samit na bujhe bollo, 'Ki?'

Anamika bollo, 'Tumi biye korbe?'

Samit bollo, 'Kake?'

Anamika, 'Amake..'

Hothath erokom kothay Samit ektu hokchokiye gelo.
Ki uttor debe mathay aschilo na.
Dum kore bole phello,'Na na, matha kharap naki, biye kora ekta commitment, shei jhamela y jete chaina.’

Hoyto ei uttor ta dito na, jodi eta niye ektu bhabna chinta korar somoy peto Samit.

Kothata sune ektu ahoto hoye Anamika bollo, 'Sob somporke i kintu ekta committment thake.Bondhutto o ekta committment.'

Samit na theme aro kotha chailye jete laglo.
Bollo, 'Hya, kintu bondhu bondhur modhdhe jhogra y Divorce hoyna..'

Anamika bollo, 'Hoto, jodi kono law te badhdho kora hoto, dujone ek sathe thakbe, sompotti share korbe bole...'

Samit uttejito hoye bollo, 'She jonno i to law er gadday porte chai na...'

Haoya gorom hoye jachche dekhe Anamika phone namiye rekhechilo.

Er por du ekbar aro kotha hoyeche, kintu jeno golpo temon jomeni.

Aaj tai phone ta kore thik korlo kina Samit bujhte parche na.

Esob kotha bhabte bhabte I Anamika r call pelo Samit.

Samit ke obak kore diye I Anamika bollo,’ Ami tomar kotha I bhabchhilam sokal theke’

Kothata sune I ektu honchot khelo Samit.Or kotha bhache Anamika sokal theke?

Samit bollo,’Tai naki?Amar o tomar kotha mone holo, tai phone korlam.’

Anamika bollo, ‘Ami biye korchi khub siggir, tomake e kothata bolte chaichilam aj…’

Kothata sune I ektu dome gelo Samit.

Ektu keshe bollo, ‘Biye?Abar?’

O pranto ektu chupchap…

Samit kotha ta bole I bujhlo khub stupid er moto kotha ta bollo.

O kake biye korbe na korbe, kotobar korbe or byapar.

Ashole e kotha sonar jonno Samit thik prostut chhilo na...

Anamikar sathe biye niye kothakaatakati hobar pore, Samit onekbar bhebeche anamika ar or somporko ta bondhutto theke ar ektu dure tene niye jabe.
She jonno mon ke prostutu o korchilo besh kichhudin dhore.

Kintu kothata thik ki bhabe parbe bujhte parchilo na.

Eke to sei din oi rokom jhogra r por Anamika r mood off.
Hothath kore to ar bola jay na, 'Anamika, ami bhabchi tomay biye kore phelbo...?'
Kemon jeno boka boka sonabe !!

Kintu tai bole erokom bina meghe bojropat?

Anamika, eto taratari ar ekjon je biye I kore nebe bhabte pareni.

Meyeder mon bojha daay!!Oder eto dhorjyo kom, ektu opekhkha korte parena!!

Jak ge, ekhon eshob kotha bolar mane hoyna.

Anamika chup kore ache dekhe bollo, ‘Sorry, hothath kotha ta bole phellam, amar hoyto bola uchit chhilo, ‘kobe’?’

Tar uttore Anamika bollo, ‘Ki korbo bolo, kono chhele rai to ajkal committement e jete chay na….tai !!’

Samit bollo,’Biye na kore o to eksathe thaka jay!’

Anamika bollo, ‘Seta ki committment na?’

Samit ki bolbe kotha khunje na peye bollo, ‘Jak ge, kobe korcho, ar kake?’

Anamika janalo, chheleta or office er collegue Onekdin age I biyer prostab diyechilo.Age temon ga koreni Anamika.
Hothath mone holo, oke biye kore phela I bhalo.

Cheleta or cheye boyeshe ektu chhoto, tai office e or junior.
Ekhon boyesh bere jachche dekhe cheletar prostabe raji hoye gelo.
Asche mongolbar oder biye.

Samit mone mone bhablo, ek office, tay abar junior, e biye tikle hoy!!

Kintu mukhe ar sahosh kore se kothata bolte parlo na. Sudhu bollo ‘Congrats!’

Anamika oke onek kore aste bollo biye te……

‘Achcha..’ bole phone ta namiye rakhlo Samit.

Kono ekta osthirotay ghor bar korte laglo.
Ki jeno ekta harate choleche or mone hote laglo kebol i.

Ar ekbar Anamika ke phone korbe bhablo.

Phone kore ki bolbe?‘Anamika, e biye ta koro na?’

O to bolbe I,’ keno?’

Samit bolbe, ‘eta thik milbe na’

Anamika ki tokhon bolbe na?’Nijer chorkay tel dao bapu…amar kotha na bhable o cholbe?’

Sararat chotphot chotphot korte laglo Samit.

Sokale uthe I travel Agent ke phone lagalo ekta Bombay r ticket er jonno.

Biyer din sokale Anamika ke porir moton sundor dekhachchilo.

Phuler papri r moton Anamika lal saree take choriye boshe hathe mehendi lagachchilo.

Ek driste onekhkhon Samit takiye roilo sedike.
Chokher kon e ektu jol chikchik kore uthlo.

Anamika r baba eshe Samit ke Anamikar kache niye gelo.

Oke dekhe I Anamika khushi te phete porlo.

‘Hi’, bole joriye dhorte giye jamakapore sob mehendi edik odik lege gelo.

Etota uchchash Samit bodhhoy asha koreni.Ektu opprostut hoye bollo, ‘Sorry’…

Ashe pasher lokera o oder dujoner dike takiye royeche dekhe Anamika o lojja peye gelo.

Baba ke bollo, ‘Samit ke ghore niye jete, o pore asche…’

Ghore giye jama kapor change kore Samit abar computer niye boshlo.

Kono kichute I mon lagchilo na. Samit er ichche korche chutte ekhan theke paliye jay!

Keno je morte ekhane aste gelo!

Boshe boshe Anamika r onno loker sathe biye dekhar to kono mane hoyna.

Biyer dine oke biyer prostab o dite parbe na.

Sob chheye boro kotha , o jane o na Anamika oke pochondo kore kina!

Hoyto sedin e i niye kothabarta ektu chalano jeto, kintu ...

Achcha, anamika ki oke bhalobashe?
Tai jodi hoy tahole, ei chhele take biye kore o to sukhi hobe na.

Achcha Anamika ekbar bolechilo je, o biyer age kauke bhalobasto tai or bor ke bhalobaste pareni konodin.

Biyer ager lokta ke chhilo?
Sheta Samit jodi hoy?
Samit er jonno i ki Anamikar biye bhenge gechilo?
Abar Samit er opor raag kore i ki Anamika abar biyer pirite bosche?

Sarakhkhon ei kotha gulo i Samit er mathay ghurpak korte laglo.

Ki sob ja ta bhabche Samit?

Ar ekjon ke biye korte choleche Anamika, chih chih, e kotha bhabao pap.

Next flight e I USA back korbe bhablo.
Songe songe I Anamika dhuklo ghore.

Or mukher dike ar takate parche na Samit.

Lapotop er dike chokh rekhe I bollo, ‘Office theke mail eseche, amake aj I phire jete hobe USA te…’

Anamika, ‘Ektu chup kore theke bollo, kokhon ashlo email?E bari tay to internet connection I nei…’

Samit amta amta kore bollo, ‘ Na mane airport e….check korechilam…’

Anamika aro kache eshe or dike takiye bollo, ‘Amar dike takiye kotha ta bolo…’

Samit kopot rager bhan kore bollo, ‘ Na, amar takabar somoy nei…’

Anamika bollo, ‘Somoy nei, na biyer saje amake dekhte kosto hochche…?’

Samit kon thasha hoye pore bollo,’ Tumi neche neche biye korcho,amar kosto hobar ki?’

Kothata sune Anamika rege uthlo, golar swar choriye bollo,’Neche neche biye korbo na to ki tomar jonno sarajibon opekhkha kore jabo?’

Amar jonno opekhkha ? Kothata sune kemon hokchokiye gelo Samit…

Anamika rege mege chole jachche dekhe , doure giye or poth atkalo Samit.

Aste aste bollo,’Abar chole jeo na Anamika, tomake ar ekbar harate chai na………’

….copyright Manidipa

Kothay Tumi

2009-10-13T14:42:00.001-07:00

Bengali Short Story: Kothay Tumi?
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
10/13/2009
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Rastay hante giye choppol ta gelo chhire Samitar.
Nah aj dinta I kharap.
Sokale kar mukh dekhe uthechhilo mone korar chesta korlo Samita.
Nijer mukh I dekhechhilo.
Opoya bole kichu thakle, tahole, o i hobe.

Choppol ta hathe niye khorate khorate muchir khonj korte laglo ashe pashe.
Kintu Salt Lake er rastay muchi boshe thake na.
DA block er morer mathay Bibhas er barita chokhe porlo.
Jabe naki Bibhas er bari?
Sotti kotodin dekheni Bibhas ke!

Hathe choti niye Bibhaser bari kenoi ba jabe Samita?
Aar etodiner modhdhe Bibhas jokhon or khonj ney ni, or I ba jabar ki dorkar poreche?
Barandaay ek mohila ke dekhte pelo mone holo.
Nischoy Bibhaser bou hobe.

Samita ekbar bhablo, giye Bibhaser bou sathe dekha kore ashe.
Oke na biye kore, Bibhas kake biye ta korlo, or khub jante ichche korlo.
Ke emon moha sundori guni meye, je oke biye korte holo?
Samitar ki se khamti chhilo, je oke biye kora I gelo na?
Mone mone prochondo raag uthlo Bibhaser opor abar notun kore.

Aath bochorer melamesha bhalobasha sob hoye gelo nichhok bondhutto?
Bah, pare o bote Bibhas.
Jokhon oke proshno ta korechilo Samita, ‘eto bochhor ami tomar jonno je boshe roilam Bibhas?
Tar sonkhepe uttor diyechilo Bibas, ‘Ami to bolini tomake boshe thakte’.

Sotti tai..Bibhas kichhui bhul to ar boleni.
Or sathe torko kore o labh nei Samita bujhechilo.
Ar ei niye ar kotha barayni Samita.
Aste aste chesta kore dure shore esechilo Samita.
Er por Samita ba Bibhas keu I karur kono khonj khobor ney ni.

Jak, samne r Market e ekta muchi ghumachche dekhte pelo Samita.
Doure giye oke jagalo Samita,
‘Bhaisaab, ektu thoda, mera juto Chhir gaya, thik kor dijiyega?’
Bole I bhoyonkor hasi peye gelo Samitar.
Or hindi bola sunle I Bibhas hese kuti pati hoto.
Oke ekta ‘Hindi for Dummies ‘ boi o kine diyechilo.

Boita khule dekheni konodin, jodio boi ta sojotne rakha I ache ghore.

Bibhaser deoya sob jinish I rakha ache Samitar bedroom e.
Samita to ar biye tiye kauke koreni, tai kauke jobabdihi korar o proyojon hoy ni, lukiye rakhar o dorkar poreni.
Or ghore, kajer mashi chhara ar keu dhoke na chot kore.
Ar ashar moton ache tai ba ke?
Ma buro manush.Ranna banna pujo achcha niye I thaken.
Baba mara gechen bohu bochor.
Dui dada bideshe.

Dadader kothay mone porlo, dadar bondhu chhilo Bibhas.
Pray I aadda marte asto.
Bibhas bhalo guitar baajte parto. Samita o bhalo gan korto bole, majhe sajhe I ganer ashor bosto bariite.
Hasi thatta gane aadda y kokhon je rat barota ekta beje jeto , karur I kheyal thakto na.
Joto raat I hok, Bibhas sob somoy bari phire jeto.
Theke jabar kotha bolle o thakte raji hoto na kokhon o Samitader bari.
Samitader besh boro i bari Salt Lake e. Ekta ghore theke jete I parto Bibhas.
Kintu konodin raji korate pareni Samita.

Jodio Bibhas er bari o Saltlake e I chhilo.
Kintu oto ratre Samitar khub chinta hoto, thik moton phirlo na.
Onek ratre chupi chupi ekta phone lagato Samita, ‘Pouchhale?’
Onno prante Bibhas, ‘Hya’ bole rekhe dito phone ta.

Lokhkho kore dekheche Bibhas pray I oke eriye cholto.
Jiggesh korle onno k kichu bolto na.
Nischoy, or age theke I kono girlfriend chhilo.Samita bhabte bosto.
Samita rege jeto, Bibhas er niruttap byabohar e.

Aaj eto beshi Bibhas er kotha keno bhabche Samita?
Bhibhas ki bhabe or kotha?
Onekbar bhebche dadader jiggesh kore Bibhas er kotha, kintu mukh phute ar bola hoye otheni.
Dada rao kokhon o kheyal koreni hoyto oder dujoner ghonistotar kotha!
Du dada I college pash kore USA te pari dilo.
Ekhon to bou bachcha niye sukhe I ache sekhane.
Ticket er naki onek dam bole bisesh e desh mukhi o hoyna.
Eto taka kamay dadara , tao bolbe , taka nei, taka nei !
Sotti, manush koto sharthopor , tai bhablo Samita!
Khali nijer kotha I bhabe.

Jak ge, je jetate sukhi thake, seta I bhalo !

Samita ki sukhi?

Samita bhabar chesta korlo.
Sukh ki?
Dukhkho I ba ki?
Bhalobasha I ba ki?

Rabindrasangeet ta gaite ichche korlo,
‘Sokhi bhabona kahare bole
Sokhi jatona kahare bole
Tomra je bolo, diosho rojoni bhalobasha bhalobasha
Sokhi bhalobasha kare koy?’

Bari phire hath mukh dhuye harmonium ta tene boshlo…

Gaite gaite ma cha niye dhuklen.
‘Hya re Khuki, hothath gan gaite boshli?’ Ma jiggesh korlen.

Mar mukhe ‘Khuki’ sune hasi peye gelo Samita .
Boyesh jotoi baruk, ma r kache soba I Khuki.
Ma ke joriye dhore ekta chumu khelo Samita kopale.
Bollo, ‘Ma, tomar mone ache, age amader barite koto gan bajna hoto?’
Ma bollen,’Hya, she to kobekar kotha!, tokhon to tor baba o benche chhilen.’
‘Achcha Ma, tomar ki dadar bondhuder mone ache?’ Samita jiggesh korlo.
‘Tui she I Guitarwala r kotha bolchish toh?’ Ma hese bollen.

Kotha ta sune Samita o hese phello phik kore.
Ma sob somoy Bibhas ke Guitarwala bole I dakten.
Pray I Bibhas ranna ghore chole giye Mar sathe goppo lagato.
Tai Guiatrwala ekdin na ashle I Ma or khonj korten.**
Ekhon to Ma ekbar o or khonj nen na?
Keno?
Hothath Samita r mathata kemon jhimjhim kore uthlo.

Ma chole jachchen dekhe, Samita daklo, ‘Ma, ekbar bosbe?’
‘Keno, abar ki holo?Amake thakur ghore boste hobe, kal purnima na? Onek kaj’.
Bole, Ma , hanta dilo thakur ghore r dike.

Chup kore kichhukhkhon boshe thaklo Samita.
Kothao kono gondogol hochche or bujhte?
Aste aste uthe Samita thakur ghorer dike gelo.
Dekhlo Ma boshe achen thakur ghore.
Du chokh diye topas topas kore jol porche.

Ma ke kandte dekhe Samita obak hoye gelo.
Hothath Ma kandchhen keno?
Mar pashe giye chup kore boshe roilo Samita.
Kichchukhkhon por Ma aste aste bollen,’GuitarWala je kobe I amader chhere chole geche re! Toke bolte baron korechilo, or cancer jokhon dhora porlo……’

Ma aro ki bole jachhilen, kichu ar na sune, Samita chupchap uthe thakurghor theke beriye elo….
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(Alternate ending 1 , read from previous **)

Ma chole jachchen dekhe, Samita daklo, ‘Ma, ekbar bosbe?’
‘Keno, abar ki holo?Amake thakur ghore boste hobe, kal purnima na? Onek kaj’.
Bole, Ma , hanta dilo thakur ghore r dike.

Chup kore kichhukhkhon boshe thaklo Samita.
Aste aste uthe Samita thakur ghorer dike gelo.
Dekhlo, Ma boshe achen thakur ghore.

Mar pashe giye chup kore boshe roilo Samita.
Kichhukhkhon por Ma aste aste bollen,’GuitarWala r kotha tor mone pore khub?
Kotha ta sune I kende phello Samita Bhyak kore.

Ma, Samita r mathay hath buliye dite laglen.
Etodin por Samita pran khule kandlo bodhhoy Bibhas er jonno.
Raag jome jome kanna hoye beriye jete laglo bujhi.
Ma o oke kandte dilen, kichu na bole.
Kandar por mon ta ektu halka holo Samitar. ***

Nijer ghore giye, Bibhas er number ta dial korlo.
Etodin por o same number ache ki na ke jane!
Phone er opashe Bibhaser gola bheshe elo, ‘Hello’…
Samita ghabre giye phone rekhe dite jachchilo.
Na rekhe chup kore phone ta dhore thaklo kichhukhkhon.
Opashe o nirobota kichhukhkhon !

Aste aste Samita bollo ‘Hello…’
‘Raag komlo tahole?’ Bibhas hothath bollo.

O ki jane Samita I phone korche?
Buk ta dhok kore uthlo.
Aaj kal oboshsho caller id er doulote number janai jay!

‘Raag er ki ache?’Samita rege giye I bollo.
‘Tahole etodin bade phone korle je!’Bibhas aste uttor dilo.
‘Eta jante je, amar ki dosh chhilo?’Samita aro rege jachche bujhte parche!
‘Tomar dosh chhilo ke bollo?’Bibhas oke I proshno ta korlo.
‘Tahole onno kauke biye korle keno?’Samitar dhorjyo r sheema chhariye jachche…
‘Onno kauke biye korechi seta I ba ke bollo?’ Bibhas er proshne Samita ektu thothomoto khelo.
Bibhas biye koreni?Tahole oi mohila ti ke chhilen?

Samita kichu jiggesh korar age I bollo, ‘Juto hathe niye khhorale, ekdom tomake dekhte bhalo lage na…, btw, ota amar pistuto boudi chhilo, berate esechilo aaj…’

Samita bujhte parche, o kichhu bhul koreche.
Ki bolbe ar kono kotha khuje na peye phosh kore bollo, ‘Ami ekhkhuni tomar sathe dekha korte chai’.
Abar kichhukhkhon phone er opash nirob.
Samita bhablo abar bhul holo bola e I kothata.
Phone ta rekhe debe bhablo.
O pash theke Bibhas bollo, ‘Tomar barir lokera dekha korte deben toh?’
‘Maane?’Samita ektu chitkar kore I bollo.
‘Na, kichu na….’Bibhas eriye jete chailo.
‘Naa…tomake bolte I hobe aj.Amake shasti debar ki mane Bibhas?’Samita jor korlo.
‘Ami cheyechilam tumi bhalo kauke biye kore sukhi hou…’Bibhas minmin kore bollo.
‘Sukh?Amar sukher jonno amar jibon ta I nosto korte chaicho?’Samita aaj ar here jabe na thik korlo.
‘Amar to tomake debar kichu nei…….’
Bibhas er kothay kaan na diye Samita bollo, ‘Ami ekhkhuni Rollick Room er icecream parlor e jachchi……’
Bole I phone ta rekhe Samita berobar jonno toiri hote gelo….

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(Alternate ending 2 , read from previous ***)

Nijer ghore giye, Bibhas er number ta dial korlo.
Etodin por o same number ache ki na ke jane!
Phone er opashe Bibhaser gola bheshe elo, ‘Hello’…
Samita ghabre giye phone ta rekhe dilo thok kore.

Hothath etodin por Bibhas er gola sune kemon hokchokiye giyechhilo Samita.

Abar Phone korbe? Bhablo ekbar.
Na Thak, Ki dorkar poreche gaye pore phone korar? Bhablo abar.
Onnodike mon ghorabar chesta korlo Samita
Jotoi chaiche Bibhas mon theke sorate, totoi jeno chumboker moton Bibhas oke tante laglo.

Chhorda ke I phone lagalo USA te.Bhablo ddadake jiggesh kora jak Bibhas er kotha!
USA er time ta kheyal o koreni.
Tokhon hoyto bhorbela okhane.
Dadar ghum jorano gola peye nije I lojja pelo Samita.
Dada o eto sokale Samita r gola sune ektu nervous hoye gelo.
E kotha se kotha bole phone ta rekhe dilo o.

Sararat ghum I holo na Samitar.

Ekdike raag onnodike koutuhol, sob miliye mon ta khoch khoch korte laglo Samitar.

Pordin bhablo ekbar Bibhas er sathe dekha I kore phelbe.
School chhuti r por, Bibhas er office e hana dilo.
Dhormotolar Bank e kaj korto Bibhas.
Dur theke dekhte pelo Bibhas ke.
Ektu ki mota hoyeche? Dekhte ager motoi handsome ache mone holo.

Beriye jabe kina bhabte I Bibhas er sathe chokhachokhi hoye gelo.

O ke dekhe I egiye elo Bibhas.

‘Ki byapar?hothath ekhane?’Jiggesh korlo Bibhas.

Samitar khub lojja korte laglo ebhabe hothath ekhane eshe poray.

Konokrome bollo, ‘Na ,mane, e dik diye jachchilam, Bank dekhe bhablam, taka tulte hobe.’
Kothata bole I bujhlo Samita, khub I bokar moton ekta kotha bole pheleche.
Ei Bank e or Account o nei.
Bibhas jodi jiggesh kore, tokhon ki bolbe?

Jak Bibhas she kotha jiggesh na kore bollo, ‘Cholo baire giye cha kheye ashi’.

Chotho chayer dokane dujone mukhomukhi bose kichchukhkhoner nirobota palon korlo.

Age to erokom cha er dokane boshe ghontar por ghonta dujone bokor bokor koreche.
Aaj keno tahole kotha nei karur mukhe?

Samita khub ossowasti bodh korte laglo.

Keno je morte ekhane aste gelo!

Kichhukhkhon chup kore theke Samita I proshno korlo, ‘Biye korecho?’

Bibhas Cha er cup er dike takiye uttor dilo, ‘ Hummnn’. ****

Samita or dike takiye bollo, ‘Kake? Ma r pochondo kora meye ke?’

Bibhas er ‘Hya’ uttor ta shonar opekhkha na kore, Samita pa baralo barir dike…..
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(Alternate ending 3 , read from previous ****)

Samita or dike takiye bollo, ‘Kake?’

Bibhas onnomonosko bhabe bole phello “Tomar bandhobi Kakoli ke, sei je tomar dada-r biye-r somoye alaap koriye diyechhile….”

Bibhas-er aar kono kotha Samita shunte pelo na…matha ta ghure uthlo…..
Samita uthe aste aste pa baralo barir dike…..

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…..Copyright Manidipa

Kisher Byatha?

2009-08-12T16:49:00.000-07:00

Bengali Short Story: Kisher Byatha?
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
8/12/2009
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Shonibaar sokal tay bose bose ki kori ki kori bhabchi.
Dui putro sleeping bag, camping er soronjampati niye beriye gelo bhor belay camp e.
Ami khin sware bolar chesta korechilam kal ekbar, amio jabo, kintu amar kono kotha temon gaye I makhe na tara.
Shute jabar age khali janan dilo, ‘‘Ma’, kal bhor charte y ghum theke uthiye dio.Camp e jete hobe.’
Shei bhor theke ghum bhenge tai jege boshei achi.
Dekhlam, onek jama kapor kachar ache, vacuum tao korte hobe, ranna ghore I sink e bason dai kore pore ache, oporer ghore jamakapor chhorano chhitano, bichanangulo o tola baki….

‘Dhuttor, sarakhkhon kaj korte aar bhalo lage na…’kajer kotha ar bhabbo na stheer korlam.

Americay ashar age Ma poi poi kore sabdhan korechilo, ‘America te jaccho neche neche, okhane kintu kajer lok nei, eta mone rekho.’

‘Areh, tumi kichui jano na, Ma. Okhane to roj roj ghor jhar mocha korte hoyna, vaccum cleaner thake.Ranna r bason o dishwasher e dhukiye dile I clean ekdom!kichui janona , Ma tomra, khali khitir mitir koro…’

;;;;Tai bote!! Ki je aram e deshe, ta ekhon hare hare ter pachchi.

Bhablam Shalini r bari jai. Shalini amar shei college er bandhobi.
Bohu bochor por hothath ekdin San Francisco r rastay dekha hoye giyechilo.
Shalini ke dekhe ami chinte perechilam, kintu o pareni.
Karon ta hoyto amar kinchit sthulota.

Jak ge, Shalini ekhane eka I thake. Biye tiye koreni. Nam kora bank er top executive.
Nijer kaj niye I byasto thake.
Shalini r bari jabar arekta uddeshsho je , o nana rokom bhalo bhalo khabar dabar banay.
Lunch ta or barite I sara jabe, ei bhebe royna holam.
Berobar age phone lagalam, aschi bole. Kintu meye phone dhorlo na.

Giye dekhlam, driveway te or garita nei.
Bell ta bajabo ki na bhabchi.
Sat panch bhabte bhabte , dorja y alto kore toka dite giye dorja khule gelo.

Ami ‘Shalini…’ bole daklam, ghorer bhetore mukh dhokate giye I Gautam er mukhomukhi hote, chomke gelam.

Dorja ta tene bondho kore I, doure garite giye boshlam.

Hothath ebhabe Gautam ke dekhte pabo, asha korini.

Gari start niye phire jete giye o parlam na. Dekhlam Shalini r gari dhukche.
‘Areh, Mitali, Aay aay….bhaloi holo tui ashli. Ami bhabchilam toke dakbo aj….’

Ami kichu na bojhar bhan korlam.

Bollam, ‘Tai naki, Keno re?’

‘Areh,aj sokale hothath Gautam ashlo amar bari.Total surprise. Ghore to ranna banna r kichu chhilo na.Tai oke ghore rekhe ektu bajare beriyechilam…….Ki re, chup kore achish je? Gautam ke mone ache tor, she je College er…..’

Ami thotomoto kheye bollam, ‘Hya mane na, mone porcehe na to thik…kkke bolto?…Dujon Gautam chilo na..?’

‘Areh, most handsome chhele amade college er Gautam Mukherjee re…Mone nei Debate, Badminton, Volleball sobe tei champion chhilo?’

‘Oh, hya, ebar mone porche ektu ektu….’

‘Chhol chhol, toke dekhle khub khushi hobe….Infact tor kotha jiggesh o korchilo.’

‘Amar kotha?Amake chinto?’

Shalini amake tante tante niye ghore dhuklo.

Gautam samne I dariye chhilo.

Shalini Gautam ke bollo, ‘Ei dekh ke eseche, chinte parchish?’

Gautam bollo, ‘Hya, na chenar ki ache?Sundori mohilader ami sohoje bhuli na…’

Amar sara gaye kemon kanta diye uthlo…Gautam ei kotha bolche, ami biswas I korte parchi na…Amar college er hearthrob Gautam…Jar jonno koto chokher jole amar balish bhijeche. Kauke janain shei kotha, emon ki Gautam ke o bolini kokhon o.

‘Ki amake chinte parcho na?’ Gautam er kothay ami chomke uthlam.

‘Hya, tumi to ek I rokom acho dekhchi…serokom i….’

‘Serokom I ? Ki?’

Hothath Shalini bollo, ei tora dujone boshe golpo kor, ami ranna chapai chotpot.

Ei bole Shalini ranna ghore chole gelo.

Gautam er samne ami eka kemon aro arostho hoye jete laglam…Gola sukiye ashte laglo jeno.
Shalini tar I ba ekhon ranna ghore ki jabar dorkar porlo ke jane. Gautam amar dike takiye ache bujhte parchi. Bhalo kore seje guje o ashini. Dum dam jeans T shirt pore I chole ashlam…Keno je ektu phone kore ashlam na !

‘Dariye thakbe? Boshbe na..? Gautam er kotha y takalam or dike…

Tall Dark handsome chehara ta dekhe, buk ta kemon gur gur kore uthlo.Koler putuler moton kemon giye sofay boshlam.
Gautam o boshlo amar samne I chair ta tene.

‘Ki holo?chup kore acho je? College e to khub kotha bolte….Amake pochondo hochche na bujhi?’

“Pochondo na hoar ki ache, etodin bade dekhe ki bolbo bujhchi na…’ Kotha bolte bolte or dike takachchi ar amar chokh mukh kemon lal hoye uthche, bujhte parchi…

Chhi Chhi, Ami ki sob bhabchi…Hoyto bou bachcha niye sukhe ache, Ami ekhon o or preme pagol janle, ki kharap bhabbe amay!!

Normal kotha barta chalabar chesta korte laglam.

‘Ta tomar bou bachcha kothay?’Mukh phoshke ei kothatai beriye elo mukh diye.

‘Tandrima r sathe to amar onek din age I biye bhenge geche.Amader ekta I meye, mayer kache I thake…’

Tandrima ke tahole Gautam biye korechilo…College to Rina r sathe I Gautam er prem chhilo. Sarakhkhon dujone eksathe thakto. Amar ga jole jeto. Bhabtam nyaka, gaye pora meye…

‘Rina kothay gelo…?’…Abar o obantor proshno. Nije r kotha y nije I lojja bodh korchi…

‘Rina, mane Rina Sood? Or to onekdin age I biye hoye gechilo ekjon businessman er sathe. Ekhon bodhhoy Bombay te thake. Bhaloi ache, last year dekha hoyechilo ekbar.

‘Rina ke biye korle na keno?’…..Ki sob ja ta proshno korchi ami….Ki bhabche ke jane Gautam amake…

Ha ha kore heshe uthlo Gautam….’Amra to just friends chilam. Biyer kotha bhabini….’

Just friends chilam? Oi meyetar jonno ami Gautam er kache I jete parini konodin.Kotobar bhebechi or sathe alap korbo, she sujog ta o paini konodin. Bhabtam, Rina r moton sundori meye ke phele amar dike keno takabe Gautam?

‘Tomar kotha bolo shuni…Kemon acho?Gan korcho?College e to khub bhalo gaite tumi…’Gautam kotha paltalo.

Gautam abar gan sunechilo college e?Ami bhabtam amake chene I na. Abar mon ta jeno kemon kemon kore uthlo.

‘Gan.?.Hya, kori ektu adhtu, ekhankar function e….’

Emon somoy hoi hoi kore Shalini cha ta baniye niye elo….Gorom gorom pakora ar cha…Aha ..e jonnoi Shalini ke boro bhalo lage…

‘Ne ne suru kor, sob thanda hoye jabe….’

‘Shalini ektu bosh na ekhane….’ Ami bollam.

Shalini bollo, ‘Tora dujon to onek din bade dekhchish eke opor ke…Ektu golpo kor na boshe…Ami chot kore ektu lunch ta banai giye….’

Ami bollam, ‘Ami ektu help kori?’

‘Na na…Gautam tahole ‘bore’ hobe eka eka….Tui thak..’ Bole abar duddariye Shalini ranna ghore udhao hoye gelo.

Uuufff…Shalini ke ki kore bojhai je Gautam ke dekhe amar purono prem changa hoye utheche. Aboltabol proshno korchi, Baje uttor dichchi….Shalini thakle ektu abohaoya ta onno rokom hoto.

Cha pakora khaoya y byasto hoye porlam ami.

Gautam bollo,’’ Ekta gan koro na Mitali, kotodin tomar gan sunini….She I je tomar ‘Kotha je udhao holo…’ gan ta..jeta geyechile college fest e, seta ekhon o kane baje amar….’’

‘Pakora kheye gan korle, golay atke jabe je !!!’…Emon bokar moton kotha bollam abar…

Gautam ki bhabche amay ke jane!!! Gautam er amar gan eto bhalo lagto ? Ami jantam na? Kothata sune I kemon matha ta I ghure gelo. Sejonno mone hoy, amon udbhot achoron amar !!!

Amar kothar jobabe Gautam heshe phello. Bollo, thik ache,korte chaichona jokhon tokhon thak.

Hya, chai chai…Ami gan ta korte chai…Gautam er jonnoi ami college fest e oi gan ta ami geyechilam, o ki kore janbe!! Ami to kokhon o bolte I parini she kotha.

Ami bollam, ‘Na na..gan ta ami ashole bhule gechi…’

‘Tahole onno gan koro.’ Gautam bollo.

Ami gan dhorlam, ‘ Aji Jhorer rate tomar obhishar…., poran sokha bondhu he amar…’

Gautam mon diye amar gan sunche….

Porer gan dhorlam, ‘Amar o porano jaha chay, Tumi tai, tumi ta I go…’

Gan ta sesh hote I Shalini lunch serve korlo.

Purono diner golpe amra tinjone mete gelam…Adda marte marte rat hoye gelo.

Shalini bollo dinner kore jete…

Dinner korar por amar khub ichche korchilo Shalinir bari I theke jete raat ta. Okhane I adda dite khub bhalo lagchilo. Kintu dekhlam Shalini dhulche. Bechari onek ranna banna kore tired.

Shalini ke bollam, ‘Ja tui shute ja…Ami bari jai…’

Gautam ashlo amake chharte gari porjonto.

Gari ta start diye, janlar kanch ta namalam, oke ‘ Bye’ bolar jonno.

Gautam kache eshe jhuke jiggesh korlo, ‘ Ekta kotha jiggesh korte pari?’

Ami bollam , ‘Ki kotha..?’

O Bollo, ‘Amar shei chititar jobab dile na keno?’

Ami to akash theke porlam. Bollam, ‘Chiti? Kobe? Kothay?’

Gautam bollo, ‘Keno Shalini r hathe college e tomake chiti likhe pathiyechilam, pao ni?’

Ami bollam, ‘Shalini r hathe chithi? College e?’...bole dorjar dike takalam….Dekhalm, Shalini dorjay dariye ache….

Kono kotha na bole gari niye beriye porlam….

…..Copyright Manidipa

Boro Eka Laage…

2009-08-03T18:24:00.000-07:00

Bengali Short Story: Boro Eka Laage…
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
08/03/2009

‘Ki Go, Abar boshe gele kagoj porte?Bollam na berote hobe?’

‘Abar ktothay?Ei to, e hoptar grocery niye I ashlum, abar keno?’

‘Ufff… tomar to kichui mone thake na dekhchi?’

‘Oh shei Nilar barir nemontonno?She to raat 8 tar somoy jabo, dinner e dekeche toh?’

‘Are baba, ei loktake niye ami ki je korbo, matha kharap kore debe….’

‘Ami to jantam already kharap I ache….’

‘Phajlamo koro na toh, otho, amake niye chholo ‘indian saree market’ e.’

‘She ki? She to onek dur…ekhon abar 50 mile ke drive korbe?’

‘50 , 60 ami kichu sunte chai na, gari bar koro….’

Onichcha sotte Samit gari ber korlo.Jholmole seje Nita uthlo garite .

Samit Jiggesh korlo,
‘Achcha hothath saree kinte jachcho je?’

‘Aha jano na jeno , Pujo ashche, tar saree kinbo na?’

‘She to gotobar i Kolkata theke kinle jeno.’

Eto proshno keno tomar bolo toh?Ekta I matro notun saree amar. Ekhane kota Pujo ebare jano?’

‘Last year eo to duto I pujo chhilo ekhane. ‘Bengali Club’ er Pujo ar ‘Hindu Temple’ er Pujo.’

‘Tumi to konoi khobor rakho na dekhchi.Mrs. Chatterjee kal bollo na, Bengali Club ebare duto bhag hoye geche.’North Bengali Club’ ar ‘South Bengali Club’.Tar mane duto Pujo ebare.’

‘Ta, amra kontay jabo?South e na North e?’

‘Duto tei jete hobe. Ekta to Mrs. Chatterjee der pujo, na gele I na , Onno tay abar Bulbul di der pujo.Na gele khub kharap mone korbe.’

‘Kharap mone korar ki ache? Ek I dine eto jaygay jabo ki kore?’

‘Sobai jemon kore jay, amrao serokom kore I jabo.Echara….’

‘E chara o aro pujo ache naki?’

‘Hya, ebare to ‘Wester City’ te o notun Durga Pujo korche okahn kar bangali ra.’

‘‘Wester City’ te Dipanwita thake na? Oder o ebare notun Pujo? Sekhane o jabo amra?’

‘Hya jete to hobei.Dipanwita bar bar boleche member hote.’

‘Amra je ‘Hindu Temple’ er Pujo r member?’

‘Aha tate ki hoyeche? Pujo korche eto kosto kore, member to hote I hobe.’

‘E to Kolkatar moto hoye gelo dekhchi, hathe chandar khata niye berole I hoy!!’

Indian Saree market e gari pouche gelo.

Nita jiggesh korlo,

‘Ki holo, tumi nambe na?’

Samit bollo, ‘ Na ar neme ki korbo? Tomar hathe I to sob power.Kortar ichchay to kormo ajkal hoyna…Ginnir ichchay kormo.’

Nita bollo,’ She I bhalo, boshe thako, na hole ghyanor Ghyanor kore kaner poka bar korbe amar….’

Samit kichukhkhon gari niye ghure beralo.
E jayga ta ke dekhle kolkatar kotha mone pore jay.
Por Por Indian Saree Goyna r dokan.
Ekta Indian CD r dokane dhuke kichu Bangla Ganer CD kinlo.Manna Dey r gaoya ‘ Boro Eka Lage’, gan ta tokhon I chaliye dilo garite….Boroi Priyo gan e ti Samit er.
Nah, Amarica y ache , ke bolbe?
Garihut e shopping korche mone hoy.

Hothath Samit ektu anmona hoye gelo, purono diner kotha bhabte boshlo.

Aj theke pray chollish bochor age jokhon Samit e deshe porte ashe, tokhon eto soto Indian dokan bajar chhilo na.Saree Goyna r dokan er kotha to chhere I dilo, Indian grocery shop o khub ekta chhilo na.Onek dure, pasher sohore jete hoto, moshla pati kinte. Frozen Ilish mach o peto na. Barite internet, Skype kichui chhilo na….Mone ache, ma ke lomba lomba chhiti likhto, ar ‘by post’ e pathato. Shei chhiti mash khanek por pouchato. Tar uttor aste aste lege jeto pray dumash. E I bidesh Bibhui e, kono bangali ba kono Indian o dekhte peto na sochorachor. Ajke char te pujor charte saree kinte ashe tara. Mone mone hashlo Samit. Cell phone ta beje uthlo jhon jhon kore. Nita call korche.
Nita r nishchoy kenakata sesh holo.

Samit gari niye abar saree dokaner samne daralo.

Aro aadh ghonta tak katiye Nita berolo dokan theke.

‘Holo tomar kenakata?’..Samit jiggesh korlo.

‘Hya, oi holo ar ki. Eto tara r modhdhe saree kena jay?’

‘Ami abar tomake tara kokhon dilam?’

‘Mukhe boloni kichu, habhe bhabe bujhiyecho.’

‘Habhe bhabe bojhalam? Jah baba, tumi paro o bote banate.’

‘Hya hya ami to baniye baniye I sob boli, tumi to sadhu purush.’

Ki kothar ki uttor!!Beshi jhamela kore labh nei dekhe Samit ar kotha na bariye barir dike rouna holo.

Nita khub I rege ache mone holo. Bari pouche, Samit ektu packet gulo namate sahajjo korte gechilo.Tate Nita oke na diye nije I sob namalo.
Ki bhabe abar kothabarta normal kora jay, Samit bhabte boshlo.Chele meyera bari thakle, bhab kora ta easy.Orao keu ekhon ekhane thake na.Samit Nita eka eka din katay.Majhe majhe mone hoy somoy katte chay na. Abar weekend ele I, nana jaygay nemontonno suru hoye jay, tokhon abar somoy katabar kotha bhate hoyna oder.Majhe majhe ei bodhdho routine niyome hanph dhore ashe Samit er.
Jak ge, nijer ichchay o e deshe esechilo porte.Pora sesh kore ekhane chakri.Majhe ekbar deshe giye Nita ke biye kore enechilo.Tarpor chhele meye holo.Orao ekahne boro holo.
Deshe baba ma onek bar boleche phire jete….
Kintu tokhon ar deshe phirte mon chayni.
Ma baba majhe kobar edeshe ghure gechilen.
Ekhon boyosh hoye geche, ar aste o chay na.
Ekhon Samit er deshe phire jete ichche kore.Kintu Nita Chhele meyeder phele rekhe jete chay na. Chhele meyera keu I oder kache thake na. Ekjon New York, Ekjon Boston e settled. Majhe sajhe Christmas, Thanks Giving e dhu mare.Tao 3 /4 diner beshi thake na.
Oder ektu kache pete ichche kore. Kintu kothay tara!!. 6 bedroom er bishal barite boro I eka lage Samit er.

Jak tao bhalo Nita cha niye elo. Ebare ektu golpo kora jak Nitar sathe.

‘Saree gulo dekhabe na?’

‘Tumi abar kobe theke amar saree dekhte bhalobasho?’

‘Aha raag koro keno? Kota kinle?’

‘Beshi na, ei charte mote..’

‘Charte pujo, charte saree, thik I to ache…’

‘Aha, sokale bikele ratre ek I saree pore jabo naki?’

‘Oh tao to bote….Gotobar ki tar ager barer kena saree gulo porle I to hoye jay’

‘Areh, porle I holo, Mrs Chakraborty thik kheyal korben.Kobe kothay kon saree ami porechi, sob onar mukhostho..’

‘Achcha Mita, amra ekhane kar jonno achi bolo toh?’

‘Taar mane?’

‘Mrs. Chakraborty , Bulbuldi, Mrs Chatterjee, eder jonnoi ki amader ekhane thaka?’

‘Aaj abar hothath kore tomar ki holo?’

‘Deshe phire gele hoyna, Mita?’

‘Deshe, tomader shei edo north Calcutta r ghinji barite ?’

‘Ghinji hole o, okhane to Baba Ma ekhon o achen.’

‘Baba Ma ke ekhane niye aste kotobar bolechi. Eto boro bari amader, konoi osubidhe nei.’

‘‘Babui Pakhir’ kobita ta jano Mita?....Nij hathe gora mor, Kancha ghor khasha….’

‘Ekhon abar kobitay peyeche tomay?’

‘Kobitay pay ni, tomake jiggesh korchi, ekhane thakte bhalo lage tomar?’

‘Na lagar ki ache?Deshe giye I ki emon hati ghora hoto shuni?’

‘Hati Ghora na hole o, nijer loker kache thaka jeto’

‘Ekhane amra tomar nijer lok noi?’

‘Hya , she ta o sotti …kintu….’

‘Thak thak, otho ebar, mone nei , Nilar bari jete hobe amader?’

‘Oh hya, tai to …..oder bari to dinner e nemontonno….Roj roj ei ar bhalo lage na….’

‘Bir bir kore kichu bolle?’

‘Na , kichui bolini…..Cholo jaoya jak……..’

…..Copyright Manidipa

Kotha Chhilo

2009-04-14T16:51:00.000-07:00

Kotha Chhilo.
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
04/14/2009.
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Akash ta aj bhar hoye ache.
Chokher choshmata o kemon jhapsha hoye ashche.
Chosma ta khule poriskar korte boshlo Millie.
Chokher jol gaal beye goriye porlo.
Timirer kotha bhabte boshlei ar chokher jol badha mane na jeno.
Aloker aj deri hobe phirte, tai shaal ta tene baranday boshlo.

Sokaler rodddurer phank diye kokhon kalo megh dhuke gelo , Millie ter I pelo na.

‘Ei Timir, ei Onko ta please kore de..ami parchina..’
‘Chesta korechish, je parbi?’
‘Chesta korar somoy nei, Bondhura dakche…Please?’
‘Sarakhkhon bondhubandhob …porbi kokhon?’
‘Phire eshe porbo, ma ke jeno bolish na….gelam..tata’

‘Ei Timir, kalker notes gulo tukechish?Khata ta de na ekbar?
‘Tui kothay gechili kal?’
‘Shei amar mastuto dada ar tar bondhu eseche na?Cinemay gelam je..’
‘Ei to sedin geli jeno kothay…’
‘Ooof , eto kotha bolish keno?Khata ta dibi?’
‘Ghore rakha ache, tor ek copy, eshe niye ja…’
‘Amar tao kore diyechish?Omma…Thank You….’
‘Abar cholli kothay?Dara ekta kotha bolar chilo toke….’
‘Amar ekhon sonar somoy nei, pore sunbo….’

‘Timir, ami mashir bari jachchi kodin er jonno…’
‘Kobe phirbi?’
‘Ke jane,mash khanek to bote i…’
‘Ami to totodine thakbo na re…Americay chole jete hobe na?’
‘Tor ki moja Timir, tui America chole jachchish…Koto Sundor desh, kono kosto nei, na re okhane?’
‘Ke bollo kosto nei, eka eka thaka ta koster na?’
‘Eka eka thakbi keno?Ekta Girlfriend jutiye nibi, sundor dekhe..’
‘Tor jonno ekta jinish kine rekhechilam Millie.Kena chilo onekdin I deoya otheni..’
‘Ki jinish?Amar gift?’
‘Ei ekta saree…’
‘E baba, erokom Golapi ronger sutir saree keno kinechish?Keu pore?’
‘Tui to sedin porechili, bhari sundor dekhachchilo toke…’
‘Seta to Pink Chiffon…Amar mastuto dadar bondhu ene diyechilo Japan theke…’
‘Japan er pink bujhi amader desher golapi ronger theke beshi bhalo?’
‘Bhaloi toh!!America theke bhalo jinish niye ashbi amar jonno….’
‘Enei ar labh ta ki?Tor to amar ar kono jinish I pochondo hoy na…..’
‘Ei jah, onek deri hoye gelo..Sobai wait kore ache amar jonno…’
‘Millie, ekta kotha sune ja…..’
‘Pore sunbo, ekhon somoy nei ekdom….onek deri hoye gelo….Americay giye amar gift anish….’
‘…Americay gele amake mone rakhbi to Millie?’
‘Pore bolbo..ekhon gelam…tata’

Baire boste thanda lagche.
Dorja ta tene diye bhetore ashlo Millie.
Gach gulo sukiye jachche, kotodin jol deoya hoyna!
Ek cup cha banate gelo rannaghore…

Cha er cup niye gitobitan khule boshlo gan gaite..
‘Sokhi bhabona kahare bole , Sokhi jatona kahare bole?
…
Sokhi bhalobasha kare koy?...’

Gaite giye o abar kichu bhabna bheer kore ashlo…

‘Ei Millie, ekta gan sonabi?’
‘Ki gan?’
‘Shei Robithakurer gan ta, ‘Sokhi bhalobasha kare koy?’
‘Na, erokom pyan pyane gan sonabo na.Ekta Filmi gan tulechi, sunbi , Timir?’
‘Ki gan?’
‘Tumi je Amar, ogo tumi je amar…
Kane kane sudhu ekbar bolo, tumi je amar…..’

‘Ke sekhalo?shei mastuto dadar bondhu bujhi?’
‘Sekhao jodi, tate tor ki?’
‘Amar kichu na, ajkal to sob somoy tar kothai bolish kina!!’
‘Bolar moton kichu thakle bolboi to……tate tor ga jolche keno?’
‘Seta jodi bujhtish…….’
‘Ami gelam, onek kaj baki……’
‘Jash na,dara, ekta kotha…..’
………
Onno gan ta korte chesta korlo Millie,
‘Amar hiyar majhe lukiechile
Dekhte ami paine tomay…?’

Aabar Chokhta jhapsha hoye ashche, Golata o dhore ashche….

Aloker ashar somoy holo bujhi…
Almari khule Golapi Ronger ekta sutir saree ber kore porlo Millie.
Dorjay bell er awaj…

‘….Bah, Golapi Ronger Saree ta te to sundor maniye tomake….kotha o berobe naki?’
‘Na, ei porlam……..’
‘Achcha ek cup kora kore cha dao to dekhi, mathata dhoreche khub.Ekhon abar Presentation tao banate hobe boshe……Ja kajer chaap..’

Ranna Ghorer dike pa baralo Millie……….

….===Copyright Manidipa…==============================

Generation Gap.

2009-04-01T12:29:00.000-07:00

Bengali Short Story: Generation Gap.
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
4/1/2009
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Amar Dui Chele, ager golpei bolechi.
Tara dujoner keu I amar kotha shona na.
Keno ami janina, kintu, ami ja boli, tar ulto tai kore.
Moha mushkil.
Ki kora jay!
Bhabalam daktar dekhano jak.
Kake daktar dekhabo bhabte boshlam.

Boro chheleke daklam, ‘ Hya re boro khokha, edike aay…’
‘Keno?’
‘Keno ki abar?dakchi tai ashbi…’
‘Amar somoy nei, berote hobe.’

Bole she chole gelo.

Chotokhoka samnei chhilo.

‘Bollam, chol toke ek jaygay niye jai..’
‘Kothay?’
‘Daktarer kache.’
‘Keno?’
‘Ei je tui keno amar kotha sunish na…tai..’
‘Tomar mathar chikitsa korao ge jao….’
‘Ami to toder sob kothai suni, tobe ami keno jabo?’
‘Ma, shono, bore korona, eto phaltu bok bok sonar time nei…’
‘Phaltu bok bok kori ami?she to bolbi i…sarajibon kole pithe kore toder manush korlam…aj to amake ei sunte hobe….’
‘Thik ache, thik ache, cholo kothay niye jabe..Drama Queen!!’
‘Ami Drama Queen?Aj toder baba thakle omon kotha bolte partish?’
‘Oooff , cholo, kothay jabe’

Saree pore, lipstik lagiye chotokhokha ke niye berolam.
Samner daktarkhanay dekhlam khub bheer.
Okhane I nam lekhalam.
Ghonta khanek por amader dak porlo.
Dekhlam chotokhokha kache pithe nei.
Deke o sara pelam na.
Tarpor eka I dhuklam, daktarer chamber e….

Daktar jiggesh korlo, ‘nam?’
Ami bollam, ‘Agge kar nam?’
‘Apnar I nam, abar kar?Apni jokhon esechen.’
‘Ami esechi thik I , jake ante cheyechi, amar choto chele, she paliyeche.’
‘Paliyeche?Kothay?Police Station jan..’
‘Na agge,ei kache pithei kothao ache…’

Daktar bhuru kuchke takalo kichukhkhon.

Bollo,’Boyosh koto?’
Bollam, ‘Chappanno.’
Daktar bollo,’Se ki, Apnar Choto cheler boyosh Chappanno?Tao abar bari theke paliyeche?’
‘Agge na, daktarbabu, amar boyesh chhappanno.’
‘Apnar boyosh to jante chaini..Ei to bollen cheleke ante cheyechilen..’
‘Agge, cheler boyosh hoyto atash bochor hobe..’
‘Hoyto?’
‘Agge, or jonmanor salta thik mone nei, Shosthir dine jonmechilo, malda jelar ekta grame..’

Abar Daktarer bhuru ta kuchkalo.

Jiggesh korlo, ‘ Problem ta ki?’
‘Agge daktarbabu, amar dui chele amar kotha sone na..’
‘Ei je bollen ek cheleke anchilen?’
‘Agge hya, kintu problem ta dujone r i..’
‘Onnojon kothay?’
‘Kothay jeno ektu berolo..’

Daktarbabu ektu ebare odhoirjyo hoye porlo mone hoy.

‘Ta , ki kotha apnar shonena?’
‘Ei jemon ekhane aste bollam, ashlo na, shei rokom ar ki!!’
‘Dujoner keu ki osustho?’
‘Agge na, ..’
‘Tobe daktarkhanay aste jabe keno hothath?’
‘Amar kotha sunte chayna bollam na, apnake?’
‘Ki sunbe, keno sunbe, ektu bujhiye bolben ki?Ami kichui bujhte parchina…’

‘Daktarbabu, amar chelera amar kotha shonena, etai amar problem…’

Daktar kichukhkhon hotobhomber moto boshe bollo,

‘Amio to amar mar kotha suntam na, seta problem keno?
‘Apni eto boro Daktar hoye o Mar kotha shunten na?
‘Na, …..ma ra sob somoy baje bok bok kore , matha dhoriye dey…’
‘Baje bok bok kore?’
‘Hya, …..ei Hori, ekta aspirin diye ja toh!!mathata dhorlo…’

Prochondo rage, daktarer fees ta chhure diye, berolam daktarkhana theke.
Je daktar, nijer mar kotha I shoneni, tar kotha shonar amar dorkar ki ache?

Rege mege, lake er dhare boshlam.

Ekta bachcha meye ball khelte khelte amar kache elo.
‘Dida, Dida, ball ta dhoro…’
Ball ta dhore , bachchatar sathe ball khelte laglam.

Jiggesh korlam, ‘tumi kar sathe esecho?’
Bollo,’Oi to Mar sathe…‘bole, make dekhalo.
Ma ti onnanno mohilader sathe jomiye golpo korchen.

Bollam, ‘Jao giye mar sathe ball khelo giye..’
Bollo, ‘ Ma to ball khelte I janena..’
Tarpor bollo, Dida, amake ekta icecream kine debe?’
‘Ma jodi boke?
‘Ma to sob somoy I boke.
‘Nischoy I Maar kotha shonona, tai boke..’
‘Ami to mar sob kotha shuni,Porasoona kori, gan sikhi, nacher school e jai, Piano teacher er kacheo jai, tao ma boke.
‘Tumi to khub bhalo meye , tahole ma boke keno?
‘Amar je ball khelte bhalo lage…..’
‘Icecream khele o ma bokbe?’
‘Bole icecream khele thanda lagbe…Achcha bolo Dida, Icecream khele ki thanda lage?’

‘Ki bhebe, nijer ojante I hank parlam, ‘O icecreamwala, DoTho Ice Cream Deo To Ihan Par……’
………

…..Copyright Manidipa

Bhalobasha Kare Koy?

2009-03-20T13:53:00.000-07:00

Bhalobasha Kare Koy?
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
03/20/2009.
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Ritar khoborta peye mon ta ektu kharap I hoye gelo.
Goto kodin dhore kharap I khobor asche eker por ek.

Kal rate I keno janina Rita r deoya chador ta I gaye niyechilo.
O Puri theke ene diyechilo.
Ekhon ar oke konnodin dekhte pabe na bhebe I mon ta kemon kore uthlo.

Jiboner etogulo bosonto par kore eshe, ekhon pray I karur na karur mrittu r khobor pay.
Ei sudur bideshe boshe smriti hathrano chhara to ar kono upay o nei……

Hothath mone porlo ranna ghore cha er jol chapano ache gas er oven e.
Ar ekta kelenkari hoto.
Kal I sunlo Jaya gas on kore sararat jol boshiye rekhechilo.
Seta oboshshsho Kolkatay.
Ekhane hole smoke detecter ‘pya’ ‘pya’ kore uthto.

Ranna ghore giye gas ta off orlo Srila.
Cha er jol geche sukiye.
Ar cha khabar ichce gelo chole.

Purono Album niye boshlo.
Onek chobi dekhte dekhte mone holo,egulo ache Srila janto I na.
Gautam er photo dekhte peye abar ektu onnomonoshko hoye porlo.

Kodin age I sunechilo Gautam USA er New Jeresey tei ache ekhon.
Email id ta o ache.
Chithi likhbe kina bhablo.
Chithi r uttor ki Gautam debe?
Ekhon to bou bachcha niye sukhe ghor konna korche.
Oke Birokto kora ki thik hobe?

Birokto r abar ki ache?
Email dile ar ki emon khoti?
Bondhu I to chilo ora ek kale.

Sudhu Bondhu?Tar cheye beshi kichu na?

Hya, hoyto chilo..Ta bole ar konokale kotha bola jabe na?

Nijer mon er sathe I torkatorki chollo kichukhkhon Srilar.
Tarpor laptop ta niye boshlo Email korte.

Ki likhbe onekhkhon bhablo boshe.
Tarpor onek bar ‘Hi Gautam’, ‘Hello Gautam’, ‘Dear Gautam’ likhe kichukhkhon katakuti korlo.
Konotai pochondo holo na.
Achcha, Gautam er bou, Mona, jodi jiggesh kore Srila keno mail likheche?

Mona ki jane oder somporko ta ki chilo?

Monar sathe Gautam I alap koriye diyechilo kono party te ekbar.

Mona r baba khub I borolok.
Oder I family friends chilo.
Dui bari theke I chaichilo jeno Gautam Mona r biye ta hok.
Gautam o barir kothay I raji hoye giye Mona kei biye kore.

Srila ki jiggesh korbe Gautam ke, keno o chhere Mona ke biye korechilo?
Bhebe I khub rag holo Srilar Gautam er opor.
Eto bochhorer bhalobashar kono dam dilo na?
Ekbar bolte to parto, keno chole jachche?

Laptop bondho kore Janlar dhare boshlo.
Sudip aj taratari phirbe boleche office theke.
Tarpor ora dujone Cinema dehte jabe thik ache.

Sudip er sathe biyer pray bochor kuri hoye gelo.
Gautam er biye hoye jabar por o dubochor Srila opekhkha kore boshe chilo.
Keno janina, or dharona chilo, Gautam or kache I phire ashbe.

Gautam asheni.
Tokhon Srila, or I classmate Sudip ke biyer prostab diyechilo.
Sudip prothome ektu hokchokiye gele o, pore hya bolechilo.
Sudip Srila ar Gautam er prem kahini r kotha janto.
Tao keno oke biye korechilo Srila thik janena.
Swami ba bondhou hisebe Sudip khub I bhalo.
dujoner khub i bhalo bondhuuto ache.
Aj obdi konoi jhograjhati kichui hoyni oder modhdhe.
Sobai jane ora khub I sukhi dompoti.

Eto sukhi jibon thakte, o Gautam er kotha o bhabche keno?
Srila ki Sudip ke bhalobashe na?
Se kotha o thik noy.
Srila Sudip ke khub I bhalobashe, kintu ta o ki mone mone Gautam ke chay?

Chhi Chhi, esob kotha ki bhabche o?

Gautam er hoyto or kotha bhalo kore mone o nei.
Kuri bochor age, sokoler I ektu athtu prem bhalobasha thakei.
Seta emon kichu na.
Tai bole, ek joner jonno to jibon theme thake na.

Dure dekhte pelo, Sudip er gari ta.
Sudip eshe I bollo, ‘Aj ar cinemay jachchina. Ekjon ashbe.’

‘Ke abar ashbe?’ Srila jiggesh korlo.

Tomar I bondhu Gautam phone korechilo, o ekhane eseche kodiner jonno. Amader bari aste bolechi aj Dinner e……

Aro ki Sudip bole jachchilo, ar kono kotha na shunei dum dam kore shobar ghore giye, dorjata bondho kore dilo Srila…..

….===Copyright Manidipa…==============================

Days of my life

2009-02-14T15:26:00.000-08:00

Days of my life..
Short Story
by Manidipa Bhattacharya
2/6/2009
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Paramita wanted to write a short story for along time.
She promised her friend that she would write something in her newly developed women magazine.
So, she decided , she will write a funny story.

But, she has a very challeging job.
It very hard for her to find time for herself.

No no no....You are wrong!

She is not a company executive or C++ Progammer, she is a homemaker.
She is a mother of two teenagers and ofcourse , a wife of an Indian husband.
No no no..., don't find it offensive!!She just loves them.

Anyway, she will have to write something.
She thinks, she is a great writer, but her family does not think so....

...'Hello, Paro, how are you my baby?Didn't hear from you for a long time...'
..'Sorry Ma, I was busy in writing...so...'
...'Writing?what areyou writing now, your latest crazyness?'

Whatever!!
Crazy idea!!!
What's'so crazy about writing?

Her mom thinks she should only concentrate on her kids and hubby.

What she does she do,through out the year?
365 days?, 24*7?, seven days a week?
Gosh!!Moms will never change!!

Today is saturday...Hopefully no one will bother her.
Grabs her laptop, concentrates on her writing...

Let me put some candles around.It will create a mood for writing..
'Shobha De' , goes to Taj hotel, to concentrate in her writing.
She read it yesterday, somewhere.
So, every writer needs something to create a mood....Must be!!
What else, she needs?
May be a glass of wine?
That sounds good...

Now I am ready for writing...

....'Mom...Where are you?Why are you sitting in dark?
Are you okay?You are drinking in the morning?
..Dad...come here....Mom's gone crazy again..'

'Sssshhhhhh....what's the matter?why are you screaming?I am trying to concentrate...'

'I need the laptop...where is it?'

'Where is your laptop?'

'I gave it to my friend Alex, he needs it...'

'You give your Laptop to your friend?Why?He cann't buy one?'

'Chill Mom,it's only for a day........don't get panic..'

'Where is your desktop?'

'It is not working'

'What do you mean it is not working..?'

'I told you yesterday, it is attacked with Trojan virus...You don't listen.'

'Trojan Virus??How?? Which sites you visit??'

'I don't use the desktop.It is your lovely daughter.Ask her...Now, I need the Laptop Mama...
Please??Can I have it for few hours???

'Okay, okay....Give me back soon.I need to write...'

'Write?what?hehe...having your dreams again?'

'Just shut up and give it to me soon...'

What the heck!
I know, I will never get this Laptop back from my son today.
Let me grab some paper now...
Oh, here's a notebook.
Where is the pen??
Now my pen is gone too...
Nothing could be found in this house!!
No body keeps things in proper place.

....'Hey,Moon...no lunch today?'

...'Lunch?What timeis it?'

...'Almost lunch time, 11:30 a.m'

...'Since when 11:30 am is your lunch time, darling?
Didn't you have 'Luchi Torkari' in the morning...?'

..'Gosh, what's the matter with you?.., you are talking like my mother now!!
Are you drinking in the morning?Are you okay?...'

...'Areh Baba, just trying to write a story for my friend...'

..'Since when , you are a writer?Hehe...Let's go out for lunch...'

...'No, you go...Leave me alone..Please!!'

...'Okay, Okay, you don't have to get angry.I am leaving....'

Ooooffff....I need quiteness, peace...
Let me medidate for a while.This will help me concentrate.

...'Mom....where is my pink top?'

..Oh no...same story, everyday.Why can't this girl find her dress?

...'Go and check in the laundry room?'

..'You needn't iron it?What will I wear now?'

..'Find something else, you have one hundred tops in your closet..'

..'No,I need the pink one.it goes well with my skirt..'

..'Then change the skirt, wear another one..'

..'No, I cann't..I will have to change all my accessories then...Mom, I am getting late...'

...'Late for what?Today is Saturday...'

..'Please, Mama, my friends are waiting outside.Can you?Please?'

..'Okay okay...where is the iron now?...........

....and the story goes on and on....

Copyright ..Manidipa

Bhalobashar Din.

2009-02-13T11:35:00.000-08:00

Bengali Short Story: Bhalobashar Din.
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
2/14/2008
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Sokal bela harmonium tene ektu reyaj e bosechilo Runa.
Bhablo aaj 'Valentines day', ektu bhalobashar gan gaoya jak.
Babar jhogra sune gan bondho korte holo.
Roj roj kagoj-wala r sathe babar bokaboki thakbei.
Retired manush, kintu bhor chhotar age khoborer kagoj na ashlei matha gorom Babar.
Saradin I khnutiye khnutiye kagoj pore Baba.
Kintu tao, roj bhor chhota theke baranday dariye thakbe, kokhon kagoj-wala kagoj debe.
Kagoj er chheletao moha paji, ichche kore deri kore ashe ar roj roj golpo banay.
Ei niye roj sokale ek prostho badanubad chole.

Nah, romantic mood ante chaileo, e barite ta kichutei hobar jo nei.
Harmonium bondho kore ranna ghore gelo Runa.
Cha er jol chapate hobe.
Ektu pore I Gopal Kaku ashbe Babar sathe golpo korte.
Cha khabe ar desher bhobishshot niye dirgho alochona hobe..
Cha deoya ta Runar duty.
Ma rannay byasto thakbe , Babake kichutei cha debe na.
Baba Ma er dirghodin normal kotha barta bondho.
Ki karon Runa jane na, jante o chay na.
Dorkari kotha barta chhara dujoner golpo adda kichu nei.
Dujoner dukhana ghor,alada bichhana.
Aar ekta ghor Dada Boudir boraddo…
Jodio Dada ra New Jersey thake , tao Runa Mar ghorei shoy.
Shei karon tao Runa thik jane na, janteo chayna.

Gopalkaku ar Baba ke cha diye Runa gelo bathroom e..
School er deri hoye gele abar Headmistress rag koren.
Bus gulo o khub bheer hoye jay.
Ektu age berole boshar seat paoya jay.
Kon saree ta porbe aj...?
Aaj sokal thekei mon ta besh uru uru...
Valentines day bole?
Ke jane hobe o ba!!
Bhebechinte ekta lal ronger silk porlo aj.

Berote giye I Banerjee mashimar samne porte hobe.
Bhodromohila jekhane I thakben, jha kore baranday eshe daraben.
Runa kokhon beroye kokhon phere, kon din deri holo, sob janen.

‘Aj eto deri kore berole, kajer lok asheni?’
‘Na, aj ektu derite class ache tai…’
‘Kal to sunlam Bordi bokchilen tomake, deri kore dhokar jonne…’
Kothata shune ga pitti jole gelo Runar.
Kotha theke ei mohila khobor pan ke jane.

Kothar uttor na diye Runa hanta dilo soja.

Aaj karur sathe kotha bolte bhalo lagche na.

Bikash ki aj office jabe?
Onekdin dekha hoy ni.

Hothath Bikasher kotha bhablo?
Last valentines day te Bikash or jonno ekta golpo likhechilo.
Tai hoyto hothath mone porlo or kotha!

Morer mathay paner dokane Dasbabu ke dekhe bhabna gelo bondho hoye.
‘..Ki Runa Ma, kemon acho?Ma bhalo achen?Baba?Dada boudir khobor pele?’
Roj roj ek proshno, ek urttor.
Runa hapiye othe.

Bhabe, ei jontronar theke Dada nistar peyeche.

Americay suneche paraprotibeshi ra interfere korena.
Keu kauke chene o na.
Weekend e Bangali get together e dekha sakhyat gan bajna chole.
Tar baire keu karur khobor rakhe na, ar bari te o ashena hutpat kore.

Dada onekbar boleche GRE TOEFL diye okane chole jete.
Kintu Runa r mon chayni, Baba Make eka phele rekhe jete.

Jodio Baba Ma, Dada Boudi r sukhkyati korte I beshi byasto thake.
Dada kemon scholar chhele.
Boudi koto bhalo gan gay.America te naki boudir khub nam dak.
Sarakhkhon Ei function, oi function niye byasto.

Dada o mashe mashe koto taka pathay!
Dada r takay I to goto mashe sara Bari Rong holo.
Chhater phuto repair holo, barite color TV, boro Fridge eshob Dadar takay I hoy..
Runar samanno maine ar Babar jot-samanno pension er takay eshob kichu I kora sombhob hoto na.

Echara o parar lokerao Dada Boudi r proshongshay ponchomukh.
Boudi jotobar ashe parar sokoler jonne gift niye ashe.
Dada ekta party dey, sokol ke daka hoy.
Boudi gan gay, bachchara nache.
Sob miliye Dada Boudi ele paray pran phire ashe.

Boudira beshir bhag somoy ebarite thakar sujog payna.
Salt Lake e boudir Babar birat bari ache, sekhane I thakte hoy.
Ekhane chhoto jayga, Dada/Boudir bachchader khub osubidhe hoy suneche.
Bachchara jodio e niye complain koreni kokhon o, Boudi I bole.
E barir bathroom ta upgrade korle , ora naki eshe thakbe.

Dhuttor!! ki sob aje baje kothay chole jachche!!
Aaj eto seje guje beriyeche, kothao berate jete ichche korlo.
Aaj bikele ki tahole Bikash er sathe dekha korbe?
Valentines day, tar opore lal saree, sajgoj, Bikash abar onno kichu bhabbe na to?

Bhabbe keno?Bikash to or bondhu.
Best friend o bola jete pare.

Kintu Baba Ma, ekdom I Bikasher sathe melamesha pochondo korena Runa r.

Bikash Runa r college er bondhu.
Salt laker I ekta Bank e samanno chakri kore.
Eechara ora Kayastho, Runa ra Brahmin..
Jobe jobe Runa Bikasher sathe Cinemay/Restaurant e geche, Baba Ma songe songe khobor peye geche.
Parar lokera I bari boye khobor diye geche.
E niye barite oshanti.
Biyer age onno chheler sathe ghoraghuri keu pochondo korena.

Ki sob bhache aj Runa.
Bikash ke biye?
Bikash oke biye korbe kina, adou oke bhalobashe kina, setao Runa janena.
Bikash o Runa ke or pochonder keu ache kina, ei niye proshno koreni kokhon o.

Majhe saje dekha hoy, adda berate jaoya, byas e porjontoi.

Biyer kotha bhabtei Runa r hasi peye gelo.
Bole na? 'Jar biye tar hunsh nai, para porshir ghum nai...'
Thik tai...
Parar lokera chay Runa chakri chere biyer pirite boshuk.
Ma chay Runa r sombondho kore biye hok kono boroloker sathe.
Boudi chay, Runa boudi r Divorcee Dadake biye koruk.
Ekmatro Baba I kichu bolena.

Dada majhe majhe Boudir Dadar gunogan kore minmin kore.
Bhalo chakri kore, nammatro bibahe divorcee, tate kharap ta ki?
Echara meyetar mathay I gondogol chilo, tai biye bhenge geche, ete Boudir Dadar kono dosh to nei.

Boropishi, Dida, Mamima, Jyathaima, sokoler ek chinta.
Eto boyosh holo, meyer keno biye holo na....
Beshi boyosh hole, meyeder labonno chole jay...
Koto ki!!
E kotha thik i, school College er bandhobi , sokoler I biye hoye geche.

Runa ke o, age onekbar I, patro pokhkher samne interview te boste hoyeche.
Keu boleche, meyer rong moyla, to keu boleche, meyer height ta kom.
Keu abar e kotha o boleche, je biyer por chakri kora cholbe na.
Ja hok, nana karone Runar biye hoyni ar Runa o patro pokkher samne porikhkhay boste raji hoyni.

School chhuti r ghonta bajar opekhkhyay i chilo Runa aj.
Kono class e mon dite pareni.
Bar bar bhul hochchilo porate giye.
School er meye gulo o didimonir saj lokhyo korchilo..

School theke beriyei Runa ekta taxi te uthlo.
Salt lake e jetei hobe aaj, bhablo...
Ektu buk ta duru suru kapche...tao Taxi–wala ke Citi Centre ei jete bollo.

Pouche giye taxi theke na neme boshe boshe i bhabte laglo ki korbe..
'Didibhai, etai to citi centre, namben na?'
'Hya, ei je, koto bhara uthlo?'

Aaj Valentines Day er jonno Citi Centre e khub bheer.
Joray Joray bachcha bachcha chele meyera Valentines day celebrate korte eseche.
Oder dekhe buker modhdhe kemon bhoy bhoy korte laglo Runar..

Ja hok, mone onek sahosh sonchoy kore,samner dokane dhuklo.
Ekta card kinlo, ekta golap phul o kinlo.
Public phone er kache giye kichukhkhon dariye roilo.

Phone ta ki korbe?
Phone ta jodi kharap thake?
Parar keu dekhche na toh!!

Jah, ki sob bhabche Runa?
Oi phone booth theke i Bikasher Office e phone lagalo Runa.

‘…Hello Bikash, office er por Salt lake Citi Centre e aste parbe?
Ami Chhotar somoy Cha er dokane tomar jonno opekhkha kore thakbo…….’

…..Copyright Manidipa

Mon Amaar.

2008-12-31T10:50:00.000-08:00

Mon Amaar.
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
12/31/2008.
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Sokal theke I Mona r mukhta gombhir lokhkho koreche Pratik.
Office e dhukte dhukte onek bhabar chesta korlo kal rat theke ki ki hoyeche.
Kichu kotha katakati jhograjhanti, koi, temon kichu to mone porche na?.
Kal ratre to Seema ar Samar eshechilo dinner e.
Tokhon to Mona khub I jolly chilo.
Thatta, Iyarki, Adda sob I cholchilo.
Ora jete jete pray rat sare barota beje gechilo.
Tar por theke I ki madam er mukhta bhar?

Ke jane!! Oto bhabar o somoy nei.
Aj ekta Foreign delegates ashbe.
Tader samne presentation dite hobe.
Lunch e jete hobe,.Hoyto dinner eo thakte hobe.
Mona ke to age theke bolai chilo.
Tahole eto ragaragi keno bapu?

Meyeder mon bojha bhaar.
Ei hashi, ei raag.
Keno ki byapar kichu bojha mushkil.
Ke jane , last year kichu kotha mone pore rege byom hoye thakbe!
Keno je loke biye kore!!

Kajer phanke phanke abar mone korar chesta korlo sokale kichu boleche kina oke.
Ghum theke uthe to bathroom e gelo.
Beriye dekhlo, Mona, jama kapor, moja, belt, sob I bed e sajiye I rekheche.
Jama tama pore Dinning table e breakfast o sajano chhilo.
Kheye I beriye elo.
Eta to pray rojkar I byapar.
Aaj ki emon notun ghotona ghotlo.?

Aj ki oke cinemay nebar kotha chilo?
Tao to na.
E chara Mona ke ek mash age theke I ajke r din tar kotha bola chilo.
E somoy o office er kaje khub busy thakbe.
Emnite to normal time I bari phere.
Cinemay jaoya, restaurant e khaoya, jokhon ja bole thik thak I mone rakhe.
Bajar theke o jokhon ja ante bole niye ashe.
Husband hisebe o nijeke nije dosh e dosh I dite pare.
Mona o nischoy Aat ba noy nischoy debe.

Ekbar phone korbe naki Mona ke?
Kintu ekhkhuni MD r ghore jete hobe.
Tai kagoj potro guchiye douralo.

Presentation khub bhaloi holo.
Bhablo Mona ke phone kore sukhobor ta dey!
Kintu or mejaj er kotha bhebe ar phone korte sahosh pelo na.
Hoyto khyak khyak kore uthbe phone e.
Mood ta jabe bigre!

Emnite Mona khub I hasi khushi meye.
Kintu Mood off thakle , khub I khitkhite hoye jaye.
Or mood bujhe cholte cholte Pratik er prananto.
Sob meyerai bodhhoy erokom hoy!Ke jane!

Jotodin Mona r sathe prem korto, totodin sob thik thak I chilo.
College er por bikele dekha hoto.
Ghure beriye anonde katto somoy ta.
Chhuti r dine I edik odik berate jaoya!
Ki sundor sob din chhilo…Ahaa!

Kintu biyer pore I onno rup ta dekha gelo.

‘Juto ekhane keno khule rekhecho?’
‘Jama genji khule, thik jaygay rakhte paroni?’
‘Cha ta kheye cup ta table I pore ache tin din?’
‘Kagoj gulo pora hoye gele guchiye rakha jay na?’

Ekhon aste aste esob obhbhash hoye geche.
Jama juto thik jayga y I rakhe.
As such boro kichu complaint nei!
Kintu tao, nijer barite sarakhkhon perfect keno thakte hobe sarakhkhon,
Pratik bojhe na.
E jonno I majhe sajhe maar kache giye theke ashe Pratik.
Nijer barita majhe majhe jailkhana mone hoy .
Maar kache gele o ektu soyastir nishshash phele.

Abar borosaheb er tolob ashlo.
Lunch e jete hobe.
Mona ke phone kore bole dilo lunch e jachche.
Dinner eo jete hobe mone hoy.
Mona, ‘hya ba na’, kichui bollo na.
Dum kore phone ta dilo rekhe.
Rage ga ta jole uthlo.
Bole dile I hoy, raag ta kiser!!
Tahole i unnecessary tension dur hoye jay!

Kajer chape ar saradin Mona r kotha beshi bhaba hoyni.
Ar ekta emergency document toiri korte khub byasto chilo, rest of the day.
Rat aath tay Taj bengal e Dinner e jabar age Mona ke phone korlo.
Eta janate, je, o dinner e jachche bole.

Phone e Mona r gola ta jeno ektu bheja bheja mone holo.
Khub kharap laglo Pratik er.
Jiggesh korlo, ‘ki hoyeche?’
O pashe sarashobdo nei kichukhkhon.
Tarpor dheere dheere bollo,’ Jonmodine ekta wish kora jay na?’

‘Haa, bhgoban!!’.
Mona r jonmodin er kotha I bhule gelo o?
Kono din to bhole na?.
Mona keno, karur jonmodin I bhole na Pratik.
Morome more jete ichche korlo ekebare!!
Chih chih, khub bhul hoye geche!!
Or gift o kine rakha I ache, office er drawer e.
Ekdom I mone nei, kajer chape.

Borosaheb ke bole, dinner ta cancel korte holo.
Gift ta niye taratari bari chhutlo o…
Rastay e somoy khub traffic jam thake.
Bari phire eto ratre to dinner eo jaoya jabe na.
Ki korbe bhate laglo.

Rastay gari daar koriye ekta phul er tora kinlo o.
Choto ekta chocolate cake o nilo pasher dokan theke.
Barir samne golir more dekhlo rumali ruti ar chaap ache.
Shei niye I konokrome bari te gelo.

Dekhlo sara bari ondhokar.
Rege mege Mona nischoy beriye geche.
Bedroom e light jaliye dekhlo Mona shuye ache.
Chokh tokh bhije laal.

‘Haapy Birthday, Mona…’
‘Amake age keno bolle na ekbar…..?Tumi to janoi ami ekdom I bhuli na esob…’

‘…Achcha achcha , thik ache…ar bolte hobe na….Dekhi ki enecho…Rumali ruti?
…cholo tai khaoya jak aaaj………..’

….===Copyright Manidipa…==============================

Moner Kotha

2008-12-16T18:10:00.000-08:00

Bengali Short Story:Moner Kotha
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
12/16/2008
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Onekdin Golpo lekha hochche na.
Bonjhi ta kaner kache ghyan ghyan korche onek din.
Or jonno golpo likhte hobe.

Jak ge, bhablam oder niyei likhi.
Kintu mushkil holo, esob bachcha bachcha chhele meyeder mon bojha bhar.
Beshi practical, sob bishoye.Amar bhalo lage na.

‘Mashi, Golpo likhcho bujhi?’

‘Dekhtei pachchish !!’

‘Amar jonno?’

‘Hya, bolte I parish…’

‘Ki likhcho dekhi…., golpoer nayoker nam Gopal ar nayikya Puti? Keu porbe na e golpo..’

‘Keno Gopal ar Puti bole keu nei e prithibi te?’

‘Hya, ache, kintu tara golper nayok nayika hote pare na.Bhalo nam dao..’

‘Ki nam ?’

‘Ei dhoro Suman…’

‘Kotodin cholche prem?’

‘Ki Byapar, ki bolcho kichu bujhchi na…’

‘Na, bujhcho na?Nyaka sajcho?Medical college e pore?’

‘Hya’

‘Ek I class?’

‘Hya’

‘Bhalo bhalo, tor golpo tai bol, ami likhe dei chotpot..’

‘Amar kono golpo nei, mashi.Ek sathe class kori, bhalo lage, golpo tolpo kori byas…’

‘Golpo tolpo byas?’

‘Cinema, phoochka..?’
‘Time kothay Mashi?... sarakhkhon pora, boi mukhostho, ward e duty, porikhkha , case study…’

‘Tao, …prem potro nei du charte?…’

‘Ache , tomake dekhate parbo na, jao…sesh koro golpo’.

Abar bhabte boshlam.Gopal Puti kete Suman ar Anuradha korlam.
Ek sathe Medical College e pore.
Sarakhkhon tara pore, class kore, porikhkha dey………

…’Mashi, holo?..Ki likhle dekhi?’

‘Na na, ekhon dekhano jabe na……tor jonnoi amar lekhar bhab ashche na.Ja bhag ekhan theke.’

‘…sarakhkon tara pore? Ei golpo likhle keu porbe tomar golpo?’

‘Ki korbo, tui I to ta bolli, pora chhara ar golpo nei toder……..’

‘Amake niye ke likhte boleche?Medical college follege kato.Interesting prem kahini lekho.’

‘Likhchilam I to Gopal ar Puti ke niye. Tui I likhte dili na’.

‘Dhur tyarika, khub baje golpo lekho Mashi tumi…ami gelam porte.’

Bonjhi r bokuni kheye abar notun bhabe golpo ta sajalam.

Medical College e pore,Suman ar Anuradha.
Kintu ekdom I porashuna kore na tara.
Sarakhkhon mathe boshe adda dey.
Regular class korena.
College er por Cinema dekhe restaurant e kheye deye bari phere ratre.
Ei niye barite tumul oshanti.
Anuradhar ma Suman er make phone koreche ekdin.
Suman er baba ma o, Suman ke niye khub chintito.
Joint Entrance e first houya chele sob subject e pash I korte parche na.
Anuradhar byapar ta janto na.
Jene aroi chintay porlo.
Onanra Bordhomane thaken.Suman Medical College er hostel e thake.
Tai e niye du mayer onek shola poramorsho chollo.

Ei obdi likhe ghumate gechi.
Pordin sokale abar bonjhi r chitkare ghum bhanglo.

‘Esob ki aje baje kotha likhecho , Mashi?‘Kato kato…adda mari amra? class kori na? back pai?’

‘Aha aha , chotish keno?Tor kotha ke boleche?’

‘Tumi amar kotha sune sune I esob aje baje golpo likhecho….ami kichu sunte chaina, tumi kato sob’.

Ki Mushkil ei pora galo.

‘Shon Piu, amader sathe o college e onek meye porto, tara o esob I kore berato.Dhore ne tar kotha I bolchi’.

‘Nijer kotha lekho na keno?’

‘Aha, nijer kotha lekha jay naki kokhon o?Loke kharap bhabbe na?’

‘Tomake kharap bhable, tomar khub osubidhe dekhchi, ar amar belay kichu na?.’

‘Aschorjo to?Ami to bhaloi kotha likhchilam.Tui I to bolli keu porbe na amar golpo.’

‘Achcha thik ache, medical college kete tomar college er nam dao..’

‘Amar to meyeder college chhilo, okhane mathe boshe adda to lekha jabe na…’

‘Tahole, onno college lekho, ba, oi line tao baad dao, UUUff tomake niye ar para jayna, Mashi!!!’

Jak ge, ghum theke uthe, cha ta kheye abar boshlam likhte.
Medical college follege kete dilam.
Oder nam o kete dilam.
Ebare nam dilam, Anirudhdho ar Piyali.
Tara oi Presidency College e pore eksathe.

Piyali porasuna y ektu beshi bhalo chilo Anirudhdher tulonay.
Piyali joint entrance e e meyeder modhdhe first hoye o Physics Honours niye bhorti hoyechilo Presidency te.
Anirudhdho o bhaloi chilo, tobe Madhyamik e stand koreni Piyali r moton.
Anirudhdho dekhte bishesh bhalo chilo na.Piyali o sundori chilo na.
Bengali medium e pora meye.Presidency te emnite I sokoler sathe adjust korte osubidhe hochchilo.
Tokhon Anirudhdho r sathe I ekmatro golpo kore bhalo legechilo.
Shei bhalo laga bhalobasha y pouche jay.
Dujone sorbodai ek sathe thakto.
Cell phone sarakhohn kotha barta, text messaging.
Piyali r porasuna thik thak I cholchilo.
Bahloi result korchilo.
She tulonay Anirudhdho kromoshho pichiye porchilo.
Piyali lokhkho korchilo, Anirudhdho kromoshsho I porasuna niye kotha barta bolte chaichilo na ar.
Piyali help korte chaito.
O rege uthto.
‘Tui ja toh, duto test e bhalo marks pele I sobai pondit hoye jay na.’

E dhoroner kothay, Piyali khub shocked hoyechilo prothome.
Tao Piyali chesta korto chhoto khato byapar patta na dite.

Kintu byapar ta aste aste ektu serious dike jete laglo.

Dujone i bujhte parche kothay ki jeno gondogol hochche kintu ki kora uchit keu jane na.
Ar dujoner kotoi ba boyesh!
Bhalobasha mane i Piyali janto ghure berano, phuchka khaoya, cinema dekha adda deoya.
Er baire eto complex somporko ache janle, ei dike pa i barato na.
Piyali o jeno aste aste Anirudhdho r sahochorjo pochondo korchilo na!

Erpor Piyali onno karur sathe mishle ba adda dile Anirudhdho age rege jeto.
Kothay kothay mukh jhamtano bere I cholto.

Piyali bojhe na tar dosh ta ekhane kothay!

Piyali Anirudhdho r chheye Porasuna y beshi bhalo bole ?

Seta hobar kotha na.
Kenona Anirudhdho to janto i Piyali Uchcho Madhyamike Stand kora meye bole.

Piyali oshadharon sundori kichu na.
She jonno je Anirudhdho or preme porechilo tao na.
Piyali r sarollo, misti hasi, sarakhkhon bokor bokor kora esob i Anirudhdho ke akristo korechilo.
Anirudhdho sekotha oke bole o chilo se kotha.

Piyali to ekhon o serokom i ache, tahole ?

Jai hok, oder ekdin college er por cinema dekhte jabar kotha chhilo.
She din i Piyali r berote ektu deri holo.
Kotha chhilo Anirudhdho giye ticket ta kete rakhbe age.
Piyali r berote deri holo dekhe Anirudhdho ke ektu beshi i dariye thakte hoyechilo.
Cinema suru hoye gechilo.
Piyali dekho Anirudhdho r mukh ta bhaar.

Aajkal pray i mukh bhaar thake.
Tai bhablo, o kichu na.
Cinema hall e dujone i mon diye cinema dekhar chesta chaliye jete laglo.

Majhe Piyali r hath ta Anirudhdho r hathe ektu thekte i , Anirudhdho hath soriye nilo.

Cinema hall e Piyalir dom bondho hoye aste laglo kemon jeno.

O Anirudhdho ke bole baire beriye elo.
Samner sofa tay chokh bondho kore boshlo boshe roilo.

Anirudhdho kichukhkhon por beriye elo.

O ke oibhabe boshe thakte dekhe raage phete porlo.

'Aajkal to dekhchi amake ar pochondoi hochche na tor...' Anirudhdho bollo.

Piyali tar uttore, aste bollo,'Cinema dekhte bhalo lagchilo na , sorir kharap korchilo.'

'Sorir kharap na nyakami!'
Anirudhdho r e dhoroner kothay bhoyanok chote uthlo Piyali...

'Tor ki hoyeche bolto, sarakhkhon ajkal khyak khyak korish?'Piyali bollo.

'Ami kori, na tui korish? Tor i to gorbe ajkal matite pa pore na dekhchi..'
Anirudhdho chokh mukh lal hoye uthche dekhe Piyali bhablo ebare thama uchit.

Piyali r jobab na peye Anirudhdho aro rege jete laglo.
Rege giye Anirudhdho oke, dekhte kharap , modern saj goj korte jane na, bangla medium er meye , esob o bole phello.

Anirudhdho r mukher dike Piyali stobdhho hoye takiye roilo.

O, ki je bolche, ar ki na bolche, O nije o jane na bodhdhoy!
Ar kotha na bariye Piyali Cinema hall theke beriye barir pothe hanta lagalo.

Kanna y golay dola pakiye ashchilo.
Kono krome bari eshe, na kheye Shute chole gechilo Piyali.

Sararat choker jole bichchana bhijiyechilo Piyali.

Anirudhdho Piyali ke niye erokom bhabe?

O Dekhte kharap? Tai oke ar Anirudhdho r pochondo hoy na?
Anirudhdho i ba ki emon dekhte bhalo?
Or chheye onek bhalo bhalo chhele ra ki oke Premer prostab pathayni?
O ki tai bole Anirudhdho ke chhere chole geche?

Prochondo raag uthlo Piyali r Anirudhdho r opor.

Phol-shorup onekdin kotha bondho chhilo dujoner.

Pore oboshsho Anirudhdho onek khoma cheye niyechilo.

Totodine Piyali r o matha thanda hoye gechilo.

O o bujhechilo, rager mathay aje baje du charte kotha bole pheleche Anirudhdho.
Ar se jenno bechara onutopto o.
Bisheshoto or korun mukh ta dekhe , Piyali r khub kosto hoto .
Tai ekdin giye milmish kore niyechilo.

Dujone i Chokher jole, baje dingulo bhule notun kore abar jibon suru kora r protisruti niyechilo.

Kichhudin por Anirudhdho bolechilo je, porasuna y bhalo korte parchilo na bole I hoyto inferiority complex e bhugchilo..

Abar ager motoi dujone purono dine phire jete cheyechilo.....
She i moja, shei thatta, shei Iyarki, shei bhalobasha!!!

Na, Anirudhdho ar Piyali mil hoyni.

Jodio dujone I pranpon chesta korechilo abar shei hashi khushi dine phire jete.
Kintu pare ni.Oddrishsho deoyal majhkhane thakto sob somoy.

Ekhon Piyali or I onnoclass mate ke biye kore sukhe ghorkonna korche.
Dujone I California te thake.
Oder ekta meye o ache.

E obdi likhe gelam Snan tan korte.

Beriye dekhi, Piu amar golpo ta porche.
Amake joriye dhore bollo, ‘Mashi, ami kichhu na bolle o , tumi sob kotha bujhe phelo ki kore ?!!!’...........

….copyright Manidipa

Sanjh Bela.

2008-11-24T17:38:00.000-08:00

Sanjh Bela.
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
11/24/2008.
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Taratari office theke bari jabe bhabhechilo Trina.
Tao berote berote sondhe chhota bejei gelo.
Ajkal ar oke Trina bole keu dake na.Hoy Teena noy Tina.
Ranjan dake ‘T’ bole.

Ranjan bari dhuke I bolbe, ‘aj ki ranna T’?
Kosha mangsho, ba Chicken, erokom mukhorochok khabar
chhara Ranjan khete chayna onno kichu.
Tai matha khatate hoy ki ranna korbe roj roj.
America y to kajer lok ba ranna r lok nei.
Tai office phire ranna korte boste hoy.
Oboshsho ekhon o oder bachcha kachcha nei kono.
Hole sob dik ki kore samlabe jane na Trina.

Ma ba Sasuri-ma ke niye ashbe bhabe.
Kintu dujoner I boyosh hoyeche.
Ranjan er ar bachcha kachcha y bishesh mon ache bole mone hoy na.
O bole, ‘ore baba, ekhon na na, ar kodin pore…’

Pore pore korte korte biyer besh koyek bochor goriye gelo.
Majhe ekbar mis-carriage hoyechilo Trinar
Shei dekhe Trina Ranjan dujone I bhoy peye gechilo.
Banchar asha chilo na Trina r.
Last moment e ‘Ma’ ke banchate giye ‘Baby’ ke harate holo.
Shesob kotha bhable buk bhar hoye ashe.

Ektu ektu kore shopping kore rekhechilo Trina.
Majhe majhe sesob jama kapor, khelna pati, te hath bolay Trina.
Dekhle I, chokh diye tosh tosh jol porte thake.
Ranjan er samne e ghore kokhon o ashena o.

Buk ta kemon byathay ton ton kore uthlo abar.
Aj ar ekbar Ranjan ke bolbe bhablo, bachchar kotha.

Emnite dujoner khub I bhab bhalobasha.
Kintu kothao jeno ki ekta nei nei bhab.
Trina bojhe na seta ki.

O to boshe boshe Ranjan er jonno man-pasand khabar banay.
Ranjan o bari thakle I tuk tak kitchen e help kore.
Ghor dor guchiye rakhe.
Majhe majhe restaurant e khaoya, berate jaoya,
bondhuder sathe adda.
Sob I thikthak.
Kintu, tao, Bari phirle I, sob kemon chup chap.
Hoy Trina magazine e chokh bolay, Ranjan TV te news dekhe.
Na hole dujone eksathe kono movie dekhe.

Kothao kono communication gap ache, bojhe Trina.

Ranjan khub hoi hoi korte bhalobashe.
Trina ektu Chupchap.
Tao Ranjan ke khushi korte, nijeke ektu ektu kore palteche.

Komor chhapano Lomba chul chilo or.
Nake ekta chhoto nakchhabi porto.
Ranjan er dutoi pochondo chilo na.
Seshmesh chul take katte katte ekhon boycut koreche.
Nak chhabio udhao.
School college e saree pora meye Trina, ekhon Jeans Tshirt er fan.
Party te gele mini skirt ba halter neck dress I pore.
Ranjan er setai pochondo.
Oboshsho tar jonno soptahe tindin work-out kore barti med o jhorate hoyeche.
Chotobelay sekha Rabindrasangeet baad diye western dance ayotto korte hoyeche.

Bari dhuke, ranna ghore giye ek cup cha bante boshlo.
Aj ekta notun recipe try korbe bhablo.
Kal TV te ekta notun ranna sikheche.
Setai korbe bhablo.
Ranjan oboshsho notun notun ranna y oke khub utsaho dey.

Cha khete khete Tarun-da er kotha mone porlo Trina r.
Achccha, Tarun-da r sathe biye hole ki or life ta erokom I hoto?
Tarun-da or ganer teacher chilo.
Tarun-da r gan sune I Trina preme pore gechilo.
Dujone I dujon ke pochondo korto.
College street, Victoria Memorial, Gariahut, Salt Lake….
Sara Kolkata hente hente ghure berato ora dujone.
Ar Tarun-da r sathe gan niye onek torkatorki cholto.
Tarun-da nije Radio te ‘A-grade’ Artist chilo,
Tar sathe Rabindra Bharati te o porato.
Ar kichu ganer tution, ganer class e o sekhato.

Tarun-da r barir obostha chilo motamuti.
Trina der barir obosthao emon kichu bhalo chilo na.
Trina dekhte sundori chhilo.
Tai Ma er ichche chilo, boro ghore Trina r biye debe.
Serokom bhalo bhalo sombondho o, eshe chilo onek kota.
Pray I bikel bela, seje guje patro pokhkho r samne porikhkhay boste hoto.
Sathe gan o sonate hoto.
Seshmesh Ranjan er Ma Baba ke I, Trina r Ma Baba paka kotha diye dilo.
Trina, Ma ke Tarun-da r kotha bolte cheye o bolte pareni.
Tarun-da kohon o Trina ke biyer kotha boleni.
Trina o mukh phute kokhon o jiggesh koreni.
Ar jiggesh korleo labh hoto na hoyto.
Trina r Ma Baba omon Supurush, Bideshe thaka jamaike chhere,
ganer master er sathe nischoy Trina r biye dito na.

Biyete Tarun-da asheni.
Trina asha o koreni ashbe bole.
Biyer nemontonno jedin korte gechilo Trina,
mone samnno asha chilo, Tarun-da hoyto kichu bolbe.
Tarun-da card ta niye obak o hobar bhab koreni.
‘Biye kore ekebare America chole jachcho?’, e kothai khali bolechilo.
Trina r chokh jole bhore esechilo.Kotha bolte parchilo na.
Nake phyanch phyanch korchilo dekhe ,
Tarun-da jiggesh korechilo,’ thanda legeche?’
‘Hya’, bole, konorokome paliye chole esechilo Trina.
Taxi te phirte phirte hu hu kore kendechilo sedin sara rasta.
Ekbar o keno Tarunda bollo na, ‘Trina, e biye ta koro na.Cholo dujone kothao paliye jai.’

Ranjan er pherar awaje hunsh phirlo Trina r.
Mukh ta bhaar dekhe Ranjan kichu anch kore thakbe hoyto.
‘Aaj sorir ta kharap naki, T?’
‘Hya…’ bole Trina ranna ghorer dike pa baralo………….

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Deshe Phera

2008-11-20T09:41:00.000-08:00

Deshe Phera
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
11/19/2008.
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‘Ki Go, cha ta je pore pore thanda I hoye gelo…ki dekhcho oto mon diye..?’

‘Ei Ron er chotobelar chobi gulo dekhchilam….dekhte dekhte boro hoye gelo…’

‘Hya, tobe na to ki, ei to sedin, mone nei?, Amra Ron ke bari niye ashlam haspatal theke…’

‘Pit pit kore chokh mele khali takiye thakto…ekdom kanna kati chilo na…’

‘Khide pele ektu ‘yah’ ‘yuh’ kore janan dito, byas oi tukun i…’

‘School College eo kono jhamela pohate hoy ni Ron er belay, tai na?’

‘Khali oi college er $300,000, loan ta payoff korte ja kosto hoyechilo..’

‘She ar ki kora jabe, Americay Berkeley theke Ron berolo jedin, mone ache?, graduation er din, mon ta gorbe bhore uthechilo amader…’

‘She to class 12 er graduation eo, jokhon ektar por ekta award nite Ron jachchilo, tokhon o ki kom anondo hoyechilo amader?’

….’Dida, ki ranna boshabo?mach tach to firige e kichu nei…’

‘O hya, abar toke ranna r jogar dite hobe, kon kotha theke kon kotha…
Ki ache fridge e ..’?

‘She kota mote aloo, potol ar sojne danta…roj roj ar oto torkari khete parbo na Dida.Dadu ke bolo, bajar theke mach niye aste…’

‘Hya, go, Dipali mach khete chay, jabe naki bajare ekbar?’

‘Babbah, didimoni r jonno amader ekhon dubela mach ante chutte hoy..’

‘Ta thik I bolecho, amra dujone to duto ruti ar dal torkari pele I khushi, ar ratre dudh paurooti, ei meyetar jonno i joto jhamela…’

‘Ki ar korbe, amader to ekhane ar keu nei, dekha shona korar.Dipali ar Gopal- driver I bhorsha.Oder chotale to cholbe na..’

‘Dadu, duto dansha peyara pele o eno..’

‘Hya, hya, anbo khon, ja kaj kor ge ja….sarakhkhon eta ano ota ano…’

‘Dida, Dadu ta khub kipte, America theke tomra Kolkatay phirecho, koto taka tomader, tao dadu r khali hiseb…’

‘Ei chup kor, phajil meye, ke bollo, amader onek taka…?’

‘America te jara thake tader I onek taka , Gopalda bolchilo.’

‘Orokom baire theke mone hoy, amra o odeshe onek kosto kore I chilam.Jokhon gechilam o deshe, Dadu porasuna korto college e.Loan er bojha, Apartment er khoroch, sob milye jhimsim obostha!!Koto kosto kore se sob din par korechi, jodi jantish, tahole bujhtish.

‘Dida, tumi o to kaj korte, tahole?’

‘She to onek pore re pagli, she visa tisa r jhamela. Green card tard hoye jaba r por, Dadu kichudin chakri korar por, ektu aramer din dekhechilam.’

‘Rondada, Millididi okhane I hoyechilo na?’

‘Hya, Ron Millie, dujoner ek bochorer pharack chilo.Tokhon o Dadu r pora sesh hoyni.Mashe kono rojgar chilona karur…tao chesta korechi chele meyeder jeno konodine kono kosto na hoy.’

‘Ki abar bok bok korte legecho or sathe…’

‘Areh, dekho na, Dipali bollo, Dadu khub kipte, tai oke amader shei struggle er diner golpo shonachchilam…’

‘Ta thik, shei sob diner kotha tumi ar ami chhara ar keu I bujhbe na.Ron Millie I bujhte chayna…’Daddy, we get bored!Don’t start again…’….esob bole thamiye dey !!’

‘Ki kore bujhbe?oder to ar kono kosto korte hoyni.Sob kichu mukher kache ready chilo sob somoy.Taka poisa jama kapor, laptop, gari, jokhon ja dorkar sob peye geche, chaite o hoyni…’

‘Sotti, amader koto kosto kore porasuna kore nijer paye darate hoyeche.Nijer loan nijeder I sodh korte hoyeche.Baba/Ma kore debe kichu, eta o kokhon o mathay o asheni…’

‘Ei shono, amra shei typical buroburi r moto kotha bolchi…Ron bolena?, “you guys are too old, man!!Get a life !!“ ‘

‘Thik bolecho, cholo aj Citi centre e ekta cinema dekhe ashi…’

‘Eka ki kore jabe?Dipali, Gopal keo to ghare kore niye jete hobe.Tarpor bolbe, Dida cholo "Hang-Out" e khabe na?’

‘Ta thik, ekhane to konoi swndhinota nei mone hoy.America te ar jai hok, nijer moto thakte partam. Sarakhkhon bari aglano chilo na.Bore hole gari niye long drive e beriye pora.’

‘Hya, sokal theke Du jon kajer loker asha jaoya, dudhola,paperola, dhopa, kokhon je ke ashbe jabe boja o mushkil.Bari theke kothao berobar jo nei.Taropor ache chhuri r bhoy.’

‘Ar berobei ba kothay?salt lake theke gariahut jete aste dekhecho to, saradiner dhokol.’

‘Jotoi A/C gari te choro, jete aste I gham beriye jabe.’

‘Sotti, Americay proti weekend e 70 miles, 100 miles o drive kore bondhuder sathe dekha korte gechi abar phire o esechi.Ekhane 12 kilometer distance cover korte pakka charte ghonta!’

‘Keno je phera bhut chepechilo, janina tokhon .’

‘Bhebechilam, Ron Millie boro hoye dariye geche.Eka eka bideshe bore hoye ki labh! Deshe phire atmiyo Swojon er sathe mile mishe heshe khele buro boyesh ta kete jabe.’

‘Kota Atmiyo r sathe dekha hoy bolotoh amader?’

‘Karur biye tiye hole, bochore dubochore ekbar dubar.’

‘Majhe sahe gariahut side e gele tele, oi dada didir bari dhu mara hoy.’

‘Tao sobai, nijer shongshar, nati puti niye I byasto..’

‘Hya ajkal e desh tao America hoye geche.Korta Ginni kaje beriye jabe.Bachcha samlanor jonno Ma Baba r dorkar.’

‘America te o to sobai Baba Ma ke niye asto bachcha dekhar jonno. Babysitter er poisha banchate.’

‘ Ta, kotha ta mondo boloni.Ron Millie o biye korle hoyto amader khujbe.’

‘Millie to American tar sathei thake, ar biye korbe keno?bachcha kachcha o chay bole mone hoy na. Ron er to biye koray mon o nei.Nitto notun Girl Friend.’

‘Hya, Ron bole biye tiye korle I Divorce.Tarpor Bou Bachcha ke Support dite dite moro.’

‘Amra o biye korechi, kokhon o Divorce er kotha mone o hoyni.Tomar kokhon o mone hoyeche , er cheye bhalo bor pele bhalo chhilo?’

‘Areh baba, biye kore Americay jete parchilam, shei anondei motto chilam tokhon…’

‘Giye to tomake I sob cheye beshi kosto korte hoyeche Seema. Kolkatay tumi to tokhon radio TV te gaicho.Koto nam dak chilo tomar.Nishchoy, apsosh hoto tomar.Taai na?’

‘Okahne o to pujor function tunction e koto geyechi.Koto program organise korechi.Gan bajna r modhdhe I to chilam ami.’

‘Kotha ta eriye jachcho Seema. Bolona, amake biye kore apsosh koroni kokhon o?….’

‘Shoro shoro, guchcher kaj pore ache.Ek gada bajar ene phele rekhecho.Dipali ta geche bodhhoy Gopaler sathe adda marte……Dekhi giye kothay gelo……………’

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E Porobash e

2008-10-14T15:55:00.000-07:00

E Porobash e
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
10/14/2008.
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Dining table e khabar gulo sajiye, Rina, Animesh ke dak dilo khete.
Priya ar Dipu agei kheye uthe geche.

USA theke, e deshe ashar por kaj ar sesh hoy na.
Onek asha kore deshe phire esechilo.

Animesh baba ma er ek i chele.
Or baba ma ebong Animesh o chaichilo deshe phire aste.

Aath bochore bhalo I songshar guchiye boshechilo Rina San Francisco te.
Bhebechilo green card ta hole I bari kine USA te settle kore jabe.
Kintu Animesh deshe phirte chaichilo.

Tokhon karone okarone jhogra lege I thakto dujoner.
Animesher dharona chele pile manush hoyna USA te boro hole.
Rina r abar dharona ta ulto.
USA te I chele meye manush kora easier.
Office kore, ranna ,ghor dor porishkar, sob I tokhon eka hathei sob samleche Rina.
Majhe sajhe exhausted hole o, onek activities chilo oder life e.
Weekend e bondhuder sathe adda, party, dance, ganer session, sob somoy I life ta jomjomat chilo.

Kolkatay ashar por theke, ek tao bondhur sathe ei nomashe dekha o kore uththe pare ni.Restaurant e jaoya o hoyna kotodin.
Sara week dujoner office bari bachcha kachcha samlate chole jay.
Weekend hole I Animesh Kalyani te baba ma r kache dekha korte jay.
Prothom prothom Rina o bachchader niye jeto.
Kintu Boi potro homework niye giye okhane jaoya asha tai sar hoy.

Station e bheer thele train e jatayat o ar poshay na.
Ei Rina I Barrackpore to Jadavpur er daily passenger chilo.
Porasuna korte jeto Jadavpur university te.
Tokhon bondhuder sathe, ‘haha hi hi’ kore I somoy par hoye jeto.

Ekhon Ultodanga statione namle I ga bomi bomi kore.
Priya Dipu train er hatole hath dile o mone hoy,
kotokhkhone bari giye hath dhoyabe oder !
Sorbortro mone hoy nongra ga ghin ghine ekta bypar.

Tao, onek kichu I adjust korte chesta koreche Rina.
Animesher sathe jhogra jhati o onek komiye diyeche.
Chesta kore sob kichu maniye nite.
School e prothom prothom teacher ra complain korto, bachchader bangla kotha bola niye.Ora to USA te bangla kokhon o bole ni.
Animesh Rina sob somoy I English e kotha bole eseche, infact ekhon o bole.
Teacher er complain sune Rina Bangla bola oder sikhiyeche jotno kore.
Roj sondhe bela office theke phire I Chelemeyeder niye boshe Rina porate.
Onko, English, Bangla, History, Social Science, homework er ar sesh nei.

Priya tao lokhkhi meyer moton kotha shone.
Dipu to nijer jogote thake.
Ordhek somoy, homework I likhe ane na.
School e ki koriyeche bolle o haa kore takiye thake.
Mathata jay tokhon emon gorom hoye!
Thansh Thansh kore duto chor koshiye o kono labh nei.
Por din o ek I somoshsha.
Constant bokuni kheye kheye Diputa aro chupchap hoye geche.

Ki korbe Rina kichu bojhe na.
Animesh ke to bola na bola soman byapar.
Bari phere I rat doshta egarotay.
Eshe kheye I Laptop niye boshe.
Take kichu bolle I bole, ‘ashar sathe sathe I ghanor ghanor koro na toh!’

Kanna beriye ashe Rinar.
Eka eka choturdik samlate samlate pran jerbar hoye jachche.
Tokhon bhabe, Animesh or jibone na thakle o kichu jay asto na.
Taka deoya chhara kono kaje I jokhon ashena!
Duto bachcha niye eka thakle o, or jiboner kichu her fer hoto na.

Kintu bolle I to ar kora jayna kichu.
Chupchap sojhjho I korte chesta kore.
Onek somoy mar kache giye kannakati kore dekheche, labh hoy na kichu.
Ma aro chinta y pore jay, kandte boshe.
Chotobela theke I ma sikhiye eseche, maniye cholte sekho.
Maniye to chollo etodin, labh ta ki holo bojhe na.
Jak ge, sobar jate shanti, setai kora uchit.
Tai Rina chup kore I thake.

Khabar kheye, table muche, bason koshon othate othate I rat barota beje gelo.
Aj to kajer mashi ta elo na.
Kal o ashbe kina jane na.
Bason gulo majbe bhebe o majlo na.
Kal jodi mashi abar ashe, tahole to kaj I thakbe na kichu.
Rina onek beshi maine diye tinte kajer lok rekheche.
Ekjon bason maje, ghor jhara mocha.
Onno ta ranna kore.
Tin nombor ta kapor kache ar Dipu Priya school theke ele oder sathe thake, jotokhkhon na Rina bari na phere.
Kintu mushkil holo, konodin I tin jon ke eksathe paoya jay na.
E ashle she ashe na, she ashle tini kamai.
Mashe mashe maina barao, jama kapor juto kichu diye o kajer loker mon paoya jayna.

USA te thakte, Rina ekta gan khub gaito.
‘E porobashe robe ke hay!!!’
USA ta ke 'porobash' mone hoto.
Ekhon, e deshe phire, or dharona dheere dheere palte jachche mone hoy.
Bondhu Bandhob hin jono somudre sob theke o kichu nei, kichu nei bhab.
Er cheye to Bidesh I bhalo chilo.
Keno sob chehere chhure elo edeshe morte, tai bhabe majhemajhe.

‘Ki holo, aj eto chupchap je?’Animesh jiggesh korlo.
“chupchap ar kothay, kal mashi ashbe kina tai bhabchi’
‘kalker kotha kal bhebo, esho ekta mojar 'joke' porai tomay.Somor pathalo ei matro’
‘Sarakhokhon khali Laptop khule internet surf koro ar joke poro.
Tahole I sob cholbe thikthak.’
‘Aschorjo toh, sarakhkhon khali khit khit khit khit.Normal kotha bola o bhule gecho.Kotha na bolle I shanti…’
‘Hya, shei bhalo, amio setai boli…….’
Rege mege Rina ghore giye harmonium ta tene boshlo, ‘E porobashe, robe ke hay……..!

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Pujor Golpota.

2008-10-08T13:43:00.000-07:00

Pujor Golpota.
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
10/08/2008.
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Ajkal ami nijeke besh boro lekhika bhabte suru korechi.
Tar karon amar besh koyekjon hitoisi bondhu bandhob.
Pray I tara amake jiggesh kore, ‘ki holo, notun kichu likhcho na je!’
Taite amar dharona, ami birat ekta ki honu re !

Jak ge, bhablam pujor bajare ekta sundor golpo lekha jak!
Kintu mushkil holo, ami to sotti sotti lekhok noi,
tai golpo amar mathay bheer kore ashe na.
Besh kichukhkhon mathar chul koyekta chhire, ek line godddo beroy.

Tao, bhablam ekta golpo lekhar atmoshpere toiri kora jak.
Janalar porda tene, char pashe scented mombati jaliye,
khata kolom diye likhte boshlam desk e.

‘Kring kring, kring kring…’

‘Jalalo dekhchi phone ta’….
Dhorlam giye phone.
Phone er opashe Mistu r gola.
‘Ki re, Shyama, jabina pujote?Chol chol ready hoye chol…’
Amaericay, amar oshonkhyo bondhu bandhober , ekjon holo Mistu.
‘Abar kon pujo ashlo?
Goto du weekend to pujo kore I katalam.’
Jana gelo, eta abar Hindu temple er pujo, Pujo r dine dine panchdin dhore cholbe.

Hindu temple to amar bari theke 30 miles dure.
Abar saree tari ber kore porte hobe.
Notun type er je kota saree mone holo, ekta o gaye fit holo na matching blouse gulo.
Nijeke bollam, ‘Na, Shyama, ebare khaoya daoya komao, diet, exercise suru koro,
Er por mota hote hote phete porbe je !!’

Berole abar golpo lekhar mood o chole jabe.
Ki kori bhabchi boshe.

Abar , ‘tinini tinini tinini tin tin………’

Ebare cell phone beje uthlo.
Boro putrer phone.

‘Ma, bari phirchi…ki khabar ache?khub khide peyeche…’
Tindin age ekta mangsher jhol banano chilo, seta I bollam.
‘Mangsho khabo na.Daal nei?ar begun bhaja?’

Ki ar kora, microwave e moosoor daal ta boshiye dilam.
Rice cooker ta on kore dilam.
Chotpot koyekta begun bhaja jak.

Mone porlo, chhoto putro ke school theke ante jabar somoy holo.
Aj abar school concert chilo.
Tai deri hobe bole rekhechilo.

Ranna ta sesh kore I chhutlam oke ante.

Bari eshe abar bhabte boshlam lekha ta niye.
Mathay kono golpo ashlo na.
Ekhankar bangali bouder niye golpo likhle kemon hoy?.
Mostly ekhane jara bangali chelera chakri niye ashe,
tara giye kolkata theke ekta sundor bou niye ashe.

Bideshe ashar anonde, tara nachchte nachte e deshe ashe.
Tarpor eka eka saradin barite bondi hoye boshe thake.
Visa na thakar jonno na chakri korte pare.
Gari chalate na parar jonno , na baire jete pare!
Tader dukhkho kosto niye I khasha golpo lekha jabe mone holo.

Nah, seta khub i boring golpo hoye jabe mone holo.
Ki kori.
Amar ek bondhu bolechilo, or kahini niye jeno likhi.
Or jiboner onek golpo ache.
Or abar ghono ghono preme porar rog ache.
Tar modhdhe I ekta kono prem kahini soresh kore lekha jay.

Jak ge, tar cheye kolkatay phone kore Ma, Didi bhai , eder khobor neoya jak.

Didi jiggesh korlo, ami ki korchi.
Ami bollam, ‘Ei, ektu golpo likhchilam’.

Didi, mukh bhyatkalo, ‘dhong dekhe banchina.Jotosob ‘Pitla’ shokh’.
Didi r kothay khub I birokto holam.
Bhai bollo, ‘Jemon tui, ke na ke toke khushi korte ektu boleche, golpo likhcho na keno, omni tui bhabli, toke proshongsha korche!
Eto dine o tor kyablami ektu o komlo na….’

Erokom negative feedback pabar por, ma ke ar bolte sahosh pelam na.
Jani uttor ta erokom ashbe, ‘Nijer chhele dutoke bhalo bhabe manush koro, golpo na likhle o cholbe…’

Aschorjjo lok bote sobai.
Ektu khushi nei karur prane.
Bhalo jinish ke utshaho mote dite pare na!
Ashole, nijera pare na to likhte, tai bodhhoy hingshe!

Mood tai gelo off hoye.

Canadar bandhobi ke ekta phone lagalam.
Kemon pujo hochche jante.
Ebare or bor abar pujor President.
Bollo,’Ekhon ekdom kotha bolar somoy nei, 700 luchi banate hobe, pujor jonno.Sobai ke luchi khaoyano hobe.’
Ami bhablam, sunte bhul hoyeche.
Jiggesh korlam, ‘ki bolle, 70 ta luchi?’
O bollo,’70 hole to kono byapar I chhilo na, 700 bole I bolchi!Ar ami benche thakbo na mone hochche.’
Friday night e 700 luchi banate hobe shunei kemon sorir kharap korte laglo!!
Phone ta rekhe, mathay jolpotti lagiye shuye porte hobe mone holo.

Jai hok, abar boshlam, golpo ta niye.

Dorjay, calling bell er awaj.
Ke abar elo, phone na kore.
Dorja y dekhlam amar priyo bondhu dariye ache, ek gocha phul niye.

‘Ki byapar, e somoye phuler tora niye keno?’
‘Bhablam tomar bujhi aj jonmodin, tai’
‘Kintu amar to aj jonmodin na’
‘Oi ek I holo. Jao dekhi kora kore ek cup cha baniye ano’
‘Pujor dine, songe kichu bhaja bhuji o baniyo.’

Cha er jol chapiye diye fridge khule bhabte boshlam , ki banano jay!

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Sedin Hothath

2008-09-29T21:30:00.000-07:00

Sedin Hothath

Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
9/29/2008.
==========================

Sedin rastay jete jete hothath I ekta Aladiner prodip peye gelam.

Khub I aschorjer kotha.

Onekhkhon bhabte laglam keno ami prodip ta pelam.

Eta amar neoya uchit ki onuchit bhabte laglam onekhkhon dhore.

Pashe gache bosha shalik ta bollo,’Ki he, ki oto bhabcho?’

Ami bollam,’Aladin er prodip ta ami nebo ki nebo na bhabchi.’

Shalik ta bollo, ‘Ete oto bhababhabir ki ache?’

Ami bollam,’Bah re, kar na kar jinish, ami nite jabo keno?’

Shalik bollo,’Tumi to dekhchi ekta asto gadha!’

Seta sunte peye rastar opare darano gadha ta bhoyonkor chote gelo.

Bollo,’Amaake opoman kora hochche bujhi?’

Shalik bollo, thik I bolecho, oke tahole ki bola jay?’

Bole dujone bhabte boshlo amake ki bola jay!

Moha mushkil, amar somoshsha tar gurutto hariye jachche dekhe,

Ami bollam,’Tomader phusur phusur thamabe?

Amar kothata bhabbe ekbaar?’

Gadha bollo, ‘ki kotha?’

Shalik bollo,’byanger matha..’

Ar jay kotha, pasher dobar byang ta ghanor ghang kore taroshshore chitkar suru korlo.

Ami begotik dekhe, prodip ta bogoldaba kore bari niye ashlam.

Porar ghorer, boi yer bhetore lukiye rakhlam jate keu dekhte na pay.

Ratre , sobai ghumiye porle, chupi chupi eshe prodip ta niye ghosha lagalam.

Sob bho bha.

Keu koththao nei.Na JINI na kichu.

Rege mege rastay chhure phellam prodip ta janla diye.

Oma, dekhi ki ekta sundor dekhte purush uthe elo janlar pashe.

Ami to ‘chor’,’chor’ bole chitkar korte jabo…

Omni chor ta bollo, ‘Ami chor na’.

Ami bollam, ‘ke tumi?’

O bollo, ‘Nondini’.

Ami bollam jah,’tumi to ekta lok dekhchi’.

She bollo, ‘Na. Tomake dakchilam’

Ami bollam, areh, amar nam tumi janle ki kore?

She bollo, ‘Ami to JINI.’

Ami bollam, ‘ta ki kore hobe?’

She bollo, ‘keno hobo na?’

Ami bollam, ‘JINI omon dekhte I hoy na’.

She bollo,’tumi kemon kore janle?’

Ami bollam, ‘bah re, TV te dekhechi na?Golper boi eo chobi ache.

She bollo, ‘Tai bujhi?

Tahole shei lekhoker nam ar shei TV r producer er nam ta amay dao dekhi’.

‘Ki mushkil, ami eshob kotha mone rakhte jabo keno?’

‘Keno jabe na?

Tomake jodi ami boli, tumi chorui pakhir moton dekhte, tumi jante chaibe na keno, ke boleche?’

Ami abar chorui pakhir moton dekhte hote jabo keno?

Bistor chhitgrostho ei JINI ta, bhebe , ami dilam janla ta bondho kore.

Pechhon phire dekhlam, o amar samnei dariye.

Ami bollam,’berou tumi, ke kothay dekhbe, kelenkari r ek sesh hobe.’

JINI ta bollo,’keno, tumi to mone mone amake I chaichile!’

‘Ke bollo, ami tomake chaichilam?’

‘Ei je tumi Suman er gan ta suncho, ‘ek cup chaye ami tomake chai…’

‘Ki mushkil, ami gan o sunte parbo na?’

‘Hya parbe, ‘Bhojo Gourango’ shono.’

‘Tumi bolar ke, ami ki sunbo na sunbo?’

‘Ami to rastar modhdhe I pore chhilam, tumi amake ghore ene dhokale keno?’

‘Ami to tomake pete chhaini, ami onno kichu chaoyar jonno enechilam.’,

‘Ki seta shuni?’

‘Ami ki jani?ei dhoro onek taka poisa.’

‘Eto taka hothath pele, Govt to tomay dhorbe, jail e niye jabe!’

‘Tao bote, may be, kono shupurush jubok’

‘Se kotha I to ami bolchilam, tumi amake I chaichile…’

‘Na ,na, ami ta chaichilam na bodhhoy…’

‘Tahole, ki chao, amake bolo?’

‘Janina!!!’

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Haraye Khunji.

2008-06-24T13:50:00.001-07:00

Haraye Khunji.
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
6/24/2008.
==========================

Samir ekmone TV dekhchilo boshe.
Ajkal TV te onek rokomer reality show hoy.
Segulo o khub mon diye dekhe.
Bachcha Bachcha chele pilera ajkal ki daroon gan gay.
Tader baba mayera o bachchader niye show te jay.

Samir nije o ekkale gan bajna korto.
Kintu Baba Ma kokhon o kono ganer competition e niye jay ni.
Tokhon to erokom Shows chilo o na.
Thakle o porasuna phele okhane diner por din thakte dito na nischoy.
Samir er mone hoy ekta meye thakle hoyto take niye o o erokom training dito.
Kintu she gure bali.Sumona kono bachcha chay na.

Sumana khub I sundori.
Onek purush stabok ache.
Tader sathe I diner onekta somoy katate bhalobashe, Sumona.
Ta chara o, o, Marketing e bhalo chakri kore.
Chakri r sutre tour thake, bari phirte o rat hoy.
Tai swami stree r dekha khub ekta hoyna barite.

Phone ei jothasombhob dorkari kotha share, tara dujone.

‘Aaj ami London jachchi , chardiner jonno.’
‘Hothath?’
‘Hya, ekta client presentation ache, kal.Boss bollo amake thakte’.
‘Achcha, sabdhane jeo.’
‘Monu r ma ranna kore rekhe geche, kheye nio’
‘Hya, tumi kashir osudh gulo nio mone kore.Sararat to kashchile kal.’
‘Tomar jonno London theke kichu ante hobe?’
‘Na, goto mashe I to ghure ele, ekgada jinish niye, ki hobe eto jinish niye?’
‘Amar jaoya ta tomar pochchondo na mone hochche?.’
‘Na, ami bolar ke?Tomar sorir ta bhalo na kodin, na gele I parte.’
‘Thik ache, next rip ta cancel korar chesta korbo, tarpor amra kothao berate jabo.’

Shei next trip cancel ar kora hoyna, oder o kothao berate jaoya hoyna.

Mar kache gele, bouma keno ashena bole, ma, ghanor ghanor kore.
Kintu sahosh kore seta Sumana ke kokhon o bola jayni.
Biye r age I Sumana lekha pora kore niyechilo, keu karur byapare nak golabe na.
Jar Jar sompotti alada alada thakbe.
Bank Account o dujoner alada.
Ekta joint account e dujoner taka joma pore, tate bari r khoroch chole.
Biyer age Samir bhebechilo, khub bhalo prosthab.
Kintu ekhon mone hoy, eto kichu lekha pora na korle o cholto.

Sumana oboshsho, oke, biye korte byasto chilo na.
Samir I pagol chilo Sumana r jonno.
Oke biye na korle banchbe na I bhebechilo.

Biyer pore o dujone sukhi I ache.
Kono din jhogra chulochuli marpit kokhon o hoyni.
Sobai jane ora dujone sukhi dompoti.
Ek I chchader niche bash kore, duti different entity.
Etai ki sukhi dompotti r udahoron?
Niyom rokhkha korte biye bari, onnoprason, poite ityadite, tara eksathe I jay.
Pujo pandal ba onnanno onusthane o ora sob somoy eksathe I thake.
Bari te ashle I jeno duti prani nijer jogote chole jay.
Samir majhe majhe antorik hobar chesta kore dekheche, Sumana tate birokto hoy.
Samir kokhon o jor khatanor chesta koreni.
Kintu Samir kichuta hinmonnotay bhoge.
Age bondhura khepato ‘Badorer golay muktar mala.’
Samir dekhte bhalo noy temon, kintu Physics e Doctorate kore bhalo farm e kaj kore.
Taka poisa r dik diye o kono komti nei.
Tao Samir er kache,’ ki nei, ki nei’ ekta bhab.

Barite phire tai eka eka TV i dekhe.
Bondhu bandhob o byasto, jar jar nijer songshar niye.
Mar kache office pherot ekbar ghure ashe.
Ranna lok, ranna banna kore table e dhaka diye rakhe.
Somoy moton Samir kheye ney.

Aaj bhablo, eka eka ar khabe na.
Sumana ele eksathe I khabe.
Rat pray onek I holo.
Dorja y chabi ghuriye Sumana dhuklo.
Samir oke dekhe khabar gorom korte gelo ranna ghore.

Sumana jiggesh korlo, ‘ Ki byapar ekhon o khao ni?’
‘NA, ei tumi ele ek sathe I khabo bhablam.’
‘Aaj to amader party chilo Taj e, okhan theke I to kheye ashlam. Tumi kheye nao…’
….bole Sumana or ghore chole galo..

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Diner Aaina

2008-05-15T16:56:00.000-07:00

Diner Aaina.
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
5/10/2008.
==========================

Sokal theke Binita r mayer jonno boshe I achi to boshe I achi.
Tar ar ashar nam gondho dekhte pchchina.

Edike amake berote hobe.
Aj sokale Millie phone korechilo.
Shelly, amader college er bandhobi, ashbe or barite aaj.
Dekha korte jabo bhebechilam.

Binita r ma ghorer kaj sesh na korle, berote o parchina.
Kajer lok chharale, ajkal paoya o jay na.

America r lokeder koto moja.
Tader esob hyapa pohate hoy na.

Amar nonoder meye Americay thake.
Ki bishal bari , sundor kore sajano.

Sara ghor carpet.Vacuum korle I holo.
Ranna ghore oven, toaster, microwave koto ki.
Bason dhoyar o dorkar nei.
Dish Washer e dhukiye dile I holo.
Ranna ghore dhonyaa o hoyna.Exhaust fan chole.

Ar amar hoyeche north kolkatar endo goli r bari.
Sekhane ar sukh kothay?

Ekhon dupur barota pray bajlo, ar ashbe na mone hoy mukhpuri.
Sara bari nongra, bason koshon chhorano.
Age janale nahoy kal ratre I dhuye rakhtam.
Niden pokhkhe sokale time er kole jol thakte thakte dhoya jeto bason gulo.

Rage ga jala korte laglo.

Sob kichu phele rekhe jabo bhablam.
Sob somoy khali onner jonnoi kori, nijer jonno kichui kora hoy na.

Ghum theke cheleder thele tolo.
Tader jolkhabar dao.
Rooti torkari tiffin banao.
Tara berole abar tader babar dike nojor dite hobe.
Jama kapor tao istiri kora ber kore na rakhle chole na taar.
Juto, moja, roomal, money bag, sob ready kore amake I dite hobe.
Bag e taka ache kina seta o na dekhe dile, phanka bag niye I babu royna hoben.

Ar koto para jay !!

Dirgho shhash phele almari r samne daralam.
Bhalo ekta saree porte hobe.
Bidesh theke ashbe bandhobi.
Nylon er je saree ta goto bochor pujoy kinechilam, setai ber korlam.

Ayna r dike takalam.
Koto din nijer dike takai na!!
Ki jhoro kaker moto chehar hoyeche amar!
Mathay paka chule r jhar nemeche edik odik.
Chokher kone kali.
Gayer rong tao koto moyla hoye gieche.
Ei na amar rup dekhe I Banerjee r barir bou kore ana hoyechilo!!

Kotodin age?bochor ponero to hobe i.

Riksha niye Millie r bari jokhon pouchalam tokhon dupur duto pray baje.
Prochondo gorome kolkol kore ghamchi.
Bell ta bajabar age janla diye ektu unki marlam.

Shelly ke dekhte pelam boshe ache.
Gayer rong ta o koto phorsha hoyeche.
Ekta Jean ar pith kata jama pore bose ‘thums up’ khachche.
Boyesh take ki sundor dhore rekheche Shelly.

Or pashe amake kemon lagbe bhebe I ,amar dhokar ichche chole gelo.
Kemon hin-monnotay bhugte laglam ami.
Pherot ashar jonno ghurte I sunte pelam Shelly r gola,’
‘Ki re kothay cholli?.................

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Nostalgia.

2008-05-06T18:39:00.000-07:00

Nostalgia.
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
05/06/2008.
========================

Chotobelay ekta golpo porechilam, ekta chele ‘Goru’ rochona pore gechilo porikhkhay.
Ei jemon, ‘Gorur duti chokh, duti kan, goru ghash khay’ ityadi.

‘Goru rochona na eshe, porikhkhay esechilo ‘Aeroplane’ rochona.

Shei cheleti likhechilo, ‘Aeroplane akashe ore.
Ekdin ekti Aeroplane akashe urite urite mathe porilo.
Mathe ekti goru chilo.
Gorur duti chokh, duti kan, goru ghash khay’ ityadi likhe Goru rochona ti I Aeroplane rochonay chaliyechilo.

Amar ma r bokar dhoron tao chilo temon i.
‘Ki re, bar bar bolechilam, jama gulo guchiye rakhte, ekta kothao sunish na’

‘Ei to guchiye I rekhechi, Ma’.

‘Hya ajke guchiyecho, kalke bar bar bolechilam porte bosh porte bosh, onko gulo korli na bole, onke phel korli’

Kothay jama kapor gochano r kotha kothay onke phel kora!

Ma era ei rokom I hoy bodhhoy.

Amio amar chele ke erokom I boka jhoka kori.
Tarpor bhabi, amio thik amar mar moton I korchi.

Sedik diye baba chilo bhalo.
Kono boka boki mar pit er modhdhe chilo na.
Office bari, bari office.
Majhe r sob kichu mar ghare.
Kaje I baba chilo amader priyojon.

Tobe baba lok jon pele golpo korte bhalobashto, jeta abar mar chilo ulto.

Amar didi B.Sc, Physics honours niye, First class First hoyechilo.
She niye amader gorber onto chilo na.
Kintu amra ei niye kauke kichu boltam na.

Barite kono lok ele I baba khali bhabto ki kore didir golpo ta para jay.

‘Aareh,asun asun Banerjee babu…ki khobor, onekdin apni ashen na.
Barir sob bhalo toh?Apnar meyer kon class holo?
Amar meye janen to B.Sc, Physics niye, First class First hoyeche….’ityadi…

Banerjee Babu ke hoyto ei golpo ta ekshobar shonano hoye gechilo tar age.

Amra chupisare onno ghore palatam.

Sob baba rai bodhhoy ei rokom hoy.

Agei bolechilam amar ma I amader songsar er sorbesorba chilo.
Emnite khub I jadrel type of mohila o ma.
Kintu du charbar loke make thokiye o che.

Jemon, pray I amader barite sahajjo chaite lokjon asto.
Beshir bhag I aje baje lok. Tader bhagano hoto .

Ekbar ek mohila eshe make dhore bollo, ‘Sontoshi Ma’r name taka dite.
Ma to debe na kichute i.
She mohila o charbe na.
Bollo, tar sontoshi ma khub jagroto, ma ke taka dite I hobe.
Ta hole khub bhalo hobe.

Amar ma ke tolano jachche na dekhe mohila ti bollo make,
‘Apnar chele chini kinte geche kina?’

Ma tokhon ektu ghabre I gelo.
Chele ke ektu age I chini kinte pathiyeche, e janlo ki kore?

Taratari amar ma, take dosh taka diye biday korlo.

Pore jana galo, amar bhai jokhon berochchilo, tokhon shei mohila ti bhaike jiggesh kore jenechilo, o chini kinte jachchilo.

Amar bhai khub bhalo manush.
Amar didi ja khete bhalobasto, se gulo kere kheye nito bhai er kach theke.
Kere khaoyar o dorkar chilo na.
‘Bhai, amake dibi?’ bolle I, amar bhai sob tai diye dito didike.

Amar ma ke jemon sohoje thokano jeto na,Babake abar sobai thokato.

Ek ‘konthi dhari’ dokandar, je naki ‘radha krishno’ r nam nito , tar kach theke I baba paan kinte jeto.
Paan ta oboshshoi amar ma er oti proyojoniyo bostu.
Barite bajar ele I paan niye ek prostho chechamechi hoto.
Kenona shei ‘konthi dhari’ dokandar er sob paan I pocha thakto.

Kintu amar baba r dharona chilo, she khub bhalo manush, take biswas kora uchit.
Baba r boktobbo chilo, bajar er sob paan I pocha I chilo oi din.

Jeta kono I sothik karon hote pare na.

Kon thasha hoye porle baba ekta kotha I bolto,

‘Shono, manush ke obiswas korar cheye , biswas kore thoka bhalo’.

…Amio tai aj o thoke cholechi….

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Kichu Kotha

2008-04-23T15:41:00.001-07:00

Kichu Kotha.
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
4/23/2008.
==========================

Rabindra Sadan e Ranja r ganer program sunte eseche Arun.
Phone kore Mousumi or program er khobor ta diyechilo.

Ronja r sathe ajkal ar kotha barta hoyna, dekha o hoyna.
Onekbar bhebeche Ronja r sathe dekha korbe, kichu kotha jiggesh korbe, kintu hoye otheni.

Lojja? Bhoy? Kiser taronay jana nei, tao pareni.
Ronja r mukhomukhi o darate sahosh pay ni.

Ronja, Ronjaboti Mukherjee, promising Robindrosongeet gayika.
Sombhoboto ekhonkar most popular artist.

Ronja gaiche,’Dibosho rojoni ami jeno kar ashay ashay thaki …!!’
Mone holo Ronja jeno or kothai bolche gane.

Ronja ki Arun er jonnoi opekhkha kore boshe ache?

Ronja tokhon o bibahita chilo, chele o chilo.
Tao Arun Ronja poroshpor ke bhalobeshechilo.

Ekdin jhoker mathay bole o phelechilo, ‘Amake biye korbe Ronja?’

Ronja khali bolechilo, ‘ Bhebe Dekho, amar jonno sobai ke charte parbe?’

Pore Arun onek bhebe dekhechilo, biye kora sombhob noy.
Somajer baire giye otoboro jhunki nite sahosh hoyni ar.

Erpor Arun kodiner jonno Bideshe chole ashe kaje.
Phire eshe dujoner ek adh bar dekha hoyechilo.
Arun o ar ei niye kotha boleni ar kokhon o.
Ronja o jiggesh kore ni kichu.

Hattali r chomoke ghor katlo…

Porer gan , ‘Amaro porano jaha chay….’

Arun kichutei Ronja r gane mon boshate parchilo na.
Sob gan I mone hochchilo Ronja Arun er jonno I gaichilo.

Ganer Seshe Ronja r sathe ekbar dekha korbe bhablo.
Ronja ke jiggesh korbe, o kar jonno opekhkha kore ache?

Ronja jodi bole, o Arun er jonnoi opekhkha kore ache, tahole Arun ki korbe?

Arun ki bolte parbe, or biye hoye geche Malini r sathe?
Arun ki Malini ke chere Ronja r kache phire jete parbe?

Program er por Green Room er baire giye daralo Arun.

Dekhlo Ronja ek bhodroloker sathe hense hense kotha bolche.
Phire jabe bhablo.

Hothath Ronja or dike takalo.

Dekhte jeno aro sundor hoyeche Ronja.
Kopale ki sindoor er abhash dekhte pelo Ronja r?

Ronja I egiye elo or kache…

‘Kemon laglo amar gan…?’

‘Dibosho Rojoni gan ta jeno ektu slow te gaile tumi Ronja?
Ektu fast gaile bhalo chilo na?’

‘Hya, loy ektu jhule gechilo, kintu gane bhab eshe gechilo…tai bhaloi lagchilo gaite’
‘Ta thik bolecho, oi ‘akulo ankhi’ jayga ta khub bhab diye geyecho tumi..’

‘Etodin bade dekha hote I ganer somalochona korte suru kore dile?’
‘Oh, sorry, ki korbo, shobhab jayna mole…’

‘Cholo cha khete jai…’

‘Samner cha er dokane jabe Ronja?
Rastay dariye khete tomar kharap lagbe na to?’
‘Kharap lagbe keno?’

‘Ekhon to tumi onek boro gayika, rastar dokane cha khaoya jabe?’
‘Boro Gayika ra bujhi cha khay na?’

Dujone du cup cha niye bench e boshlo.
‘Kemon acho tumi Ronja?’
‘Bhaloi, achi…samner mashe Canada jachchi bongo sonmelon e….Toronto te..
Sekhan theke USA r besh koyek jayga y program kore deshe phirbo..’

‘Ekhon ki puropuri gan niye I acho?na chakri ta korho?’
‘Na, chakri ta chere diyechi.Etodike somoy dite parchilam na…ganer program, ganer class, practice, recording….’

‘Tomar last CD ta sunechi..’
‘Kemon laglo?’

‘‘Era por ke apon kore’..gan ta dadra y kokhon o sunini..bhalo laglo.’

‘Jak baba, tao ekta bhalo bolle…Ami jantam amar kono gan I tomar bhalo lage na’
‘Oprocholito Robindro Songeet,.khotomoto gan thik bujhi na tai hoyto..’

‘Hothath amar program e?Edike kothao eshechile bujhi?’
‘Hya, ei ei dike I aj kaj chilo, tai bhablam Sadan e ki hochche dekhe jai’

‘Onek raat holo, ebare bari phirte hobe’
‘Hya, cholo, jaoya jak….onek dur jete hobe amake o….’

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Diner Seshe.

2008-04-09T17:01:00.000-07:00

Diner Seshe.
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
4/9/2008.
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‘Kalke ei chithi ta post korte bhulo na jeno….’
‘Hunn…’

‘Ar , kal ektu sokal sokal phiro.Ektu dokane jete hobe….’
‘Hu…..’

‘Ki khete debo tomake ekhon?..’
‘Hunn…’

‘Ki tokhon theke hunn hunn kore jachcho?Duto kotha bolte ki gaye jor asche?..’
‘Ki bolte hobe, bolo, tahole setai bolchi…’

‘Ki bolte hobe setao amake bole dite hobe, tobe kichu bolte parbe’..?
‘Tokhon theke tai I to bole jachcho…’

‘Na bolle to kono kotha kane nebe?..’
‘Sarakhkhon ghanor ghanor koro bole I kotha kane nei na ami….’

‘Ami sarakhkhon ghanor ghanor kori?...’
‘Ei suru hoye gelo….Dao dao khete dao…kheye deye ghumate jai...’

‘Khaoya ar ghumano chara ar kono kaj ta koro suni..?’
‘Ke kake bole!!...hashale …’

‘Hya, tai…nije I chinta kore dekho.Ghorer kon kaje lago tumi?. Chele pileder manush ami I korechi…Ghorer kokhon kon jinish ta lagbe setao ami I korechi.Bine poisay Dashir moton khete gechi.Ar tumi khali gaye haoya lagiye ghure beriyecho…’

‘She to bote i…..Masher seshe korkore note gulo gunte to besh bhaloi lage dekhi…Kono kichui to nijer jonno rakhi na…Boro boro kotha !’

‘Boro boro kotha amar na , tomar…’
‘Hya thik ache thik ache…..baad dao…khete dao..’
‘Nije khabar gorom kore khao..’

Protidin pray, erokom I sesh hoy Bipashar.
Bhalobeshe biye hoyechilo Bipasha ar Niloy er.
Ek somoy chilo, jokhon, dujon dujon ke chokhe harato.
College theke beriye park er nirdhisto jaygay ek minute deri soito na dujoner karur i.
Koto shopno chilo dujon dujon ke ghire.
Aj tar kichu I ar oboshisto nei mone hoy.

Bipashar mone hoy, she bhul korechilo.
Baba mar omote pray jor kore I biye korechilo Niloy ke.
Boroloker adure meye chilo she.
Ar Niloy sobe bank e ekta chakri peyechilo college pash kore.
Niloy der barir obostha o bhalo noy.

Tao Bipashar mone hoyechilo, Niloy chara kauke I biye korte parbe na.
O bhebechilo, o jodi Niloy ke chere onno kauke biye kore, tahole Niloy o banchte parto na.
Ekhon mone hoy, sotti ki tai?
Keu ki banchte pare na, onnojon ke na pele?
Ekhon mone hoy, egulo sob cinema y dekha golpo kotha.
Bastobe egulo kichu sotti hoyna.

Moner dukhkho bhulte Manashi r bari galo pordin.
Manashir bochor duek holo divorce hoyeche.
Sorbokhkhon singles club er party, dance, picnic niye I byasto thake.
Manashi ke dekhe or khub hingshe hoy.
Dibbi ache.
Chakri kore, taka poisa nijer moton khoroch kore.
Borer tipponi sunte hoyna.

Giye Manashi ke paoya galo na.
Nishchoy kothao gache , ba kono cheler sathe flirt korte beriyeche !
Bor nei to….Jokhon tokhon je kono cheler sathe I Ghurte chole jay.
Manashir opore o khub raag hote laglo Bipasha r.

Okhan theke Dokan Bajar ghure klanto hoye bari phire elo.
Niloy to bari phereni nischoy.
Kal ja jhogra hoyechilo.
Chabi khule ghore dhuke dekhlo Niloy esheche. Ranna ghore ki jeno korche.

‘Kotokhkhon esecho?’
‘Tumi I to bolechile aj taratari phirte, kothay berobe..’

‘Amar kotha kane jay tahole?..’
‘Na jabar ki ache?Na sunle ghore tikte debe tumi?....’

‘Ami tikte debar ke………..??’
And the story continues…..

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Korun Golpo.

2008-03-07T15:00:00.001-08:00

Korun Golpo.
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
3/7/2008.
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‘Ektu notun kichu likhun Didibhai’..

‘Sob I to notun golpo I apnake dei Dada’..

‘Na mane, apnar golpo gulo te kono depth nei.Kemon..ektu halka chaler, mojar.Ektu Korun Rosher golpo likhun, tahole public khabe bhalo.’

‘Ke bollo, amar golpe korun rosh nei?…Sob golper I sesh ta kemon ektu korun kore likhi ami..’

‘Na, Didibhai, apanar golpo ar keu porche na ajkal temon..Apni notun kichu likhe anun.Amra chhapabar chesta korbo’.

Rage dant kirmir korte korte gombhir mukhe bari phirlam prokashoker office theke.
Korun onek ghotona habte laglam.
Amar jiboner I korun kahini r kotha likhbo bhablam.
Divorcee, dui cheleke niye eka mayer lorai korar korun kahini lekhar chesta korte laglam.Seh mesh golpo ta niye abar gelam prokashok er kache.

Golpo pore to prokashok heshe I kuti pati.
‘Hi holo, haschen keno?

‘Hasbo na to ki?Apni to nijer kotha i likhechen dekhchi.’

‘Nijer kotha likhechi to kharap ta ki hoyeche?’

‘Kharap na, mane apnar kotha to loke sob I jane.
Aar aapni lekhika hisebe eto nam korechen.
Khan charek puroshkar o peyechen.
Apnar ek chele Daktari porche , Onno jon Madhyamik e 2nd hoyeche, apnar jibone dukhkho ta kothay?’.

‘Eka eka dui cheleke kosto kore manush kora ta dukhkher kahini na bolte chan?
Janen meyeder kotobhabe henostha hote hoy prodin apnader ei prush shashito somaje?’

‘Didibhai, apni ojotha raag korchen….bosun Didibhai…
Ei Poltu …Didibhai ke ekta Thumsup ene de.Didibhai er matha gorom hoye geche.’
‘Apni Thumsup kheye matha thanda korun, ami bari chollam’.

Bole ami abar taxi dhore bari r dike royna holam.

Bari phire dekhlam maar mon ta kharap.
Jiggesh kore janlam aj I chotomama mara gechen.
Boyosh hoyechilo nobboi.
Ete dukhkho pabar kichu nei.Boyoshkale manusher ja goti hoy ta hoyeche.
Tao khete bose make jiggesh korte laglam mama r kono dukhkher kahini chilo kina.
Ma tate khub birokto hoye mukh ghuriye ranna ghore chole gelo.

Ki ar korbo?
Kahini khuje cholechi…
Cinema r golpo theke I tuke ekta golpo banabo bhablam.
Dekhlam ‘Harano Sur’ golpo ta jobbor.
Uttam Suchitra r famous movie.Onek dukhkho ache ete.
Sei golpo takei edik odik kore ekta khara koralama ja hok kichu.

Golpo ta ektu pore I shei prokashok pherot diye dilo.
E cholbe na bole.
Rage tokhon amar sara sorir jolche.
Bhebe dekhlam prokashok ta I baje.
Onno lok khujte hobe.

Beshi dur jete holo na, Golper khatar putli songe I chilo sob.
Seta niye I pasher prokashok er kache gelam.
Ghonta tin ek pore tini koyekta golpo edik odik pore bollen,
‘Didi, golpo gulo ektu korun golpo hoye jachche.
Ektu halka chaler , mojar golpo likhle I bhalo hobe…
Ajkal lokjon setai pochondo k…..’

Khatar putli tene niye ami soja chole gelam Hawrah station.
‘Dada ekta ticket din to je dike du chokh jay er….’

Copyright Manidipa…==============================

Kothay Chile.

2008-02-14T13:21:00.000-08:00

Kothay Chile.
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
2/14/2008.

‘Kotodin bade dekha hoye galo rastay, tai na Ranu?’
‘Hya, ta dhoro giye pray chollish bochor age kar kotha to hobe I. Ki thik bollam Sitapodo?’
‘Hya, tokhon amar ekush bochor bodhhoy…’
‘Ar ami chilam osthadoshi nischoy…’

‘Achcha Ranu, etodin amader dekha hoyni keno bolte paro?’
‘Sotti, pray dosh bochor holo salt lake e achi dujone, ekbar o dekha holo na, keno ke jane’

‘Tumi kemon acho Ranu?’
‘Tumi biye korecho Sitapodo’?

‘Biye korar ar somoy pelam koi? Amar kothar jobab kintu tumi dile na’
‘Bhalo ar thaki ki kore bolo? Aj ei hantu byatha, Kal High pressure, kotobar to bajar korte giye rastay ulte o porechi’.

‘She ki?Daktar dekhao na?osudh khao’?
‘Hya, she to proti mashe I check up, dine panch ta kore osudh, sob I niyom kore kheye jachchi.Borochele America theke roj I ek bar kore khobor ney, kemon achi…..’

‘Toamr chele bujhi Americay thake Ranu?Tumi ar tomar swami ekhane acho?’.
‘Amar swami to mara gechen shei 1995 e….hothath ekdin buke byatha, ghonta du ek er modhdhe I sob sesh’.

‘Cheler kache chole jao na keno?
‘Nijer ghor dor phele rekhe bideshe ki kore jai bolotoh Sitapodo?’

‘Achcha, tokhon theke Sitapodo Sitapodo kore dakcho keno Ranu?Amake ki bole dakte tomar mone nei?”
‘Tumio ki amay Ranu bole dakte tokhon?’

‘Tahole tomar mone ache she sob diner kotha?’
‘Boyosh hole smriti r patay I to khali ghora phera korte hoy, tai na?’

‘Achcha, jak se sob kotha.Tomar ghor songsharer kotha bolo Ranu. Nati natni Ache?’
‘Hya,duti nati amar.Borojon to Berkeley college e bhorti hoyeche Bouma bolchilo.Chotojon class ten e’.

‘Berkeley te ami pray kuri bochor poriyechi, jano?’
‘Tai naki?Tumi o America te chile?memsaheb dhorte parle na ekta?’

‘She sujog je chilo na, ta na, tobe….’
‘Tobe?’

‘Deshe pherar taara onubhob korchilam je boro’
‘Deshe tomar ke ache Sitapodo?

‘Keu nei, tobu janina keno’
‘Eta kintu kono kothar uttor holo na’

‘Keno jante chaicho bolotoh?’
‘Karur kotha mone porto kina tai jante chaichi’

‘Ekhon eshob kotha bhebe labh ki?’
‘Labh lokshaner kotha noy, ekta proshno tomar jonno jomiye rekhechi bohudin dhore, setar uttor khujchi’

‘Ami jani tomar ki proshno Ranu, kintu tokhon bidesh jaoya ta I amar ek matro uddeshsho chilo jibone’
‘Ar karur kotha ekbar o bhebe dekhle na?’
Bhabini ta noy, nijer paye dariye jokhon phirlam, tokhon onek deri hoye gechilo’.
‘Ekbar bole gele na keno?’

‘Ki bolbo?amar jonno opekhkha theko aro dosh bochor?’
‘She to chollish bochor dhore I opekhkha I kore achi shudhu’

‘O kotha bolo na Ranu,chele, nati natni bhora shongshar tomar’
‘Sob I ache, chilo, tobe ki jano, kothao kichu nei nei mone hoto’

‘Tumi to sundor golpo likhte Ranu, ekhon o lekho?
‘Hya, ekhon ar kaj ki bolo?eka eka thaki ar nijer jiboner kotha likhe jete thaki’

‘Gan o to tumi sundor korte, ekta gan gaibe amar jonno aj?’
‘Ekhon ki ar golay sur ache naki?Khali kajer loker sathe khitir mitir korte korte I din chole jay.’

‘ Gao na. Ekta jekono kichu, ja mone ache’.

‘ Dure kothay……Dure dure…
Amar mon beray go, Ghure ghure …..
Je banshi te batash kande…
She I banshi ti Shure Shure…..’

-----‘Achcha Sitapodo, tumi ki sotti I amay bhalo beshechile…??’

Copyright Manidipa…
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Lal Neel Sada

2008-02-04T10:53:00.001-08:00

Lal Neel Sada.
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
2/4/2008.
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Ami Noyontara ke khub bhalo bashi.
Amra nodir dhare boshe akasher tara guni.
Kokhon o nodir jole pa dubiye bose shurjasto dekhi.
Majhe majhe nodir dhar diye hente hente onek dur chole jai.
Akasher sathe kotha boli kokhon o , kokhon o buno phuler gondho sunki.
Barir sobai bolto eder duti ke bhari sundor lage eksathe.

Ekdin, Noyontara, or bon Krishnochura ke niye elo.
Krishnochura ke amar khub bhalo lege galo.
Ami ar Krishnochura ebare lukiye lukiye ghure berate laglam.
Ar amar Noyontara r songe somoy katate bhalo laglo na.
Krishnochura I amar jiboner ek matro anonder utsho hoye uthlo.
Ami ar Krishnochura ghontar por ghonta bokor bokor korte laglam.
Aste Aste Noyontara jeno kothay hariye galo.
Buno Phul o sukiye galo, Akasher Tara rao phike hoye elo.
Ami kheyal I korlam na.

Ami ar Krishnochura, Krishnochura ar ami.
Sob somoy eksathe ghure berai hath dhoradhori kore.
Parar sokole bolto dutike bhari manachche bhalo.

Ekdin, Krishnochura r ek bandhobi elo sohor theke.
Tai sedin amader dekha sakhyat hoyni.
Ami gelam Krishnochurar bari.
Or bandhobi Madhobilota r sathe alap holo.
Madhobilota sohorer meye, khub smart.
Or chyatang chyatang kotha sune ami mugdho hoye gelam.
Ki sundor kayda kore saree pora, chokhe kajol, lipstik pore bhari sundor dekhte laglo.
Amra dujone onek golpo korte laglam.
Krishnochura r boka boka kotha kemon gaiya mone hote laglo.
Tarpor Madhobilota je kodin chilo, ami roj I jete laglam or sathe dekha korte.

Madhobilota sohore chole galo ekdin.
Ami roj take chithi likhte laglam.
Krishnochurar kosto dekhe pelam na.
Madobilota te moshgul hoye roilam.
Babake bollam sohore jabo porte.
Tar o byabostha hoye gelo.
Krishnochura onek kannakati korlo, kintu ami bhalo kore kotha o bollam na or sathe.

Sohore giye onek meyeder sathe alap holo college e.
Rojonigondha, Hasnuhana, Korobi, Sheuli.
Eder sobar sathe I ghure berai, restaurant e khete jai, cinema dekhi.
Krishnochura r kotha mone o porlo na.
Ekdin Krishnochura o kothao jeno hariye gelo amar jibon theke.

Gram theke baba mara jabar khobor elo.
Sradhdho korte grame gelam.
Okhane dekhlam Oporajita ke.
Amar make kaje sahojjo korche, lokjon der dekha suna korche.
Ma bollo, paray notun eseche, pasher barite I thake.
Ma r sathe eshe golpo kore, mar chul bendhe dey, pa tipe dey.
Ma bollo tui eke biye kor, khub lokhkhi meye.
Ami bollam amar ekhon khub porar chap, college e phera dorkar.

College pash kore chakri paoya kothin hoye daralo.
Baba mara jaoya y hath khorocher o taan porte laglo.
Club e, Party te jabar moton bhalo poshak ashak o kom porte laglo.
Eke eke Rojonigondha, Hasnuhana, Korobi, Sheuli phulera
dure shore jete laglo.
Ami khub eka hoye gelam.
Konokrome sorkari doptore ekta kerani r chakri jogar korlam.

Majhe majhe Noyontara, Krishnochura r kotha mone porte laglo.
Shei nodir dhar, buno phuler gondho, pakir kolorob bheshe uthte laglo.
Bhablam ekbar desh theke ghure I ashi.
Mar jonno ekta soru parer dhuti kinlam.
Nil ronger ekta aree pochondo hole o kinbo kina bhabte laglam.
Ke jane Oporajita ra ekhon o oi paray thake kina.
She amader barite ashe kina, tao thik janina.
Ar etodin pore, onno jaygay or biye o hoye jete pare.
Sat panch bhebe ami neel ronger saree ta kine I nilam.

Bari giye maake joriye dhorlam.
Saree ta diye pronam korlam.
Edik odik kake jeno khujte laglam.
Parar sokoler khonj khobor nite laglam ma r kache.
Ma bollo, ‘ebar amake sohore niye ja’, je kodin banchbo tor sathe I thakbo baba.
Eka eka ar thakte bhalo lagbe na amar.’
Ami jiggesh korlam, ‘Pasher barir shei meyeti ar ashe na, Ma?’
Ma bollo, ‘Oporajita r to samner soptahe biye thik hoyeche.
Tarpore to o o chole jabe sohore’.
Ami make joriye dhore bollam, ‘Lokhkhi Ma amar, neel saree ta ekbar diye ashbe?’

Copy right Manidipa…..
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Lal Ronger Misti

2008-01-16T12:59:00.001-08:00

Lal Ronger Misti
Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
1/16/2008

Ami chotobelay khub misti khete bhalobastam.
Sob dhoroner misti I khub priyo chilo amar.
Tobe lal ronger bhaja misti chilo bishesh priyo.
She jonno Ma r kache bokuni o khetam khub.
Tate o kono lojja chilo na.
Ma r bag theke poisa churi kore,
ami ar amar bondhu montu, chuttam mistir dokane.
Ek takar sob cheye boro lal pantua, ba golapjam misti ta kine khetam gob gob kore.
Tarpor mar bokuni, babar beter bari o khetam bari phire.
Karur bari gele I ami haa kore thaktam kokhon misti debe.
Dile I sopasob sob misti tule kheye pheltam.
Ma bolto Hyangla, baba bolto Obhodro.
Emon o hoyeche karur bari ma misti niye geche,
table e rakha shei misti theke o misti khule kheyechi.

Jai hok, boyosher sathe sathe misti khabar probonota o kome galo.
Koishore, churi pora, lipstik lagano, sajgojer dike I beshi nojor thakto.
Didir face power, crème, nail polish, eshob churi kore lagatam.
Nijeke mone hoto shorger pori.
Shopno ta bhangto jokhon didir dui thappor gale porto.
Kandte kandte ghumiye portam kokhon, abar sokale uthe I pori sajte bostam.

Ar ektu boro boyeshe, nije r I saj gojer jinish thakto amar.
Seje guje cheleder sathe prem korte jetam.
Kokhon o college paliye , kokhon o make na janiye lukiye.
Barite janajani hoye jaoyate onek tulkalam kando bandto.
Seshmesh barir lok, ek businessman er sathe amaericay amar biye diye dilo.

Kothay roilo pore amar sonar ronger dinguli, kothay america r lavish life style.
Americay icecream parlor gulo dekhe, khub ice cream khetam prothome.
Dhire dhire Swami r nirdeshe Gym e jaoya suru korte holo.
100 calorie khele 200 caloie komate hobe sikhe gelam.
Barite threadmill o kine dilen jate nijer figure thik rakhi sob somoy.

Party te giye o misti ba icecream er dike takatam na.
Low caloie food khetam, tao mepe mepe.
Eibhabe I cholte laglo amar jibon mohasukhe.

Ekhon o nati natni bhora sukher songshar amar.
Ek I meye american chele biye koreche.
Majhe majhe ashe berate.
Amra american niyom mene tader jotno atti kori.
Tara abar tader bari pire jay.
Dol putuler moto char bochorer natni , Diya, amar pranpakhi.
Oke dekhle ami amar chotto belay phire jai.

Smritir album hatrai ar koto kotha mone pore.
Ekdin tai barite onek misti banalam.
Sondesh, golapjam, pantua.
Diabetis er rugi ami ar amar swami.
Tai misti gulo giye meyer bari diye elam, jodi ora khay.
Gota koyek chilo fridge e pore.

Ei christmas e meye jamai ke nemontonno korechilam.
Salmon fish, turkey, smoked ham, koto ki rannna korlam.
Khaoya seshe ranna ghore bason tulchilam dish washer e.
Chotto Diya amar kache elo chupi chupi make eriye.
Jiggesh korlo, ‘Granny, don’t you have any of the red color indian sweets today?’
Ami or mukher tike takiye bhabchi ki bolbo.
O bole I jachche, ‘I love them, but mom will not let me eat them…..’

…copyright…Manidipa

Pora Kopal

2007-12-31T08:30:00.000-08:00

Pora Kopal
short story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
12/13/2007
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amar ekta bhoyonkor rokomer baje shobhab ache.
Onorthok baje bok bok kora.
Karone Okarone proyojone nishproyojone ami baje boke jai.
Chotobalay eta oto lokhkho korini,
kintu jotoi boyosh barche, amar bokbokani totoi berei choleche.
Tram e, bus e, dokan e, bajare, barite, nemontonno barite, jekhane i lok dekhi, bok bok korte lege jai.
Keu sunlo na sunlo amar tate kichu eshe jay na.
Samne manush pele i holo, 'shei ashol golpo ta holo ei je...'
bole ami suru kore dei.
Je kono bishoye, je kono sthane/kale ami onorgol kotha bole jete pari.
Seshe emon daralo keu i amake dekhle daray na, kothao sunte chay na.
Moha bipode pora galo.
E niye kichu kora dorkar.
Somoshsha ta kauke bola uchit bole mone korlam.
Kake bolbo?

Amader barite sobai kom kothar lok.
Ma ke to Kichu somoshshar kotha bolte gele i,
phyach phyach kanna suru korbe.
Prothome suru hobe ha hutash, amar keno ei pora kopal...
Tarpor chole jabe shei suni mashir kemon meyer bhalo biye hoyeche bideshe, she bishoye... Seshe jamai kemon suni mashir bor ke notun bideshi ghori pathiyeche.
ar mar kopale jote pora chai....
esob sunte hobe pakka duti ghonta.
Ar baba ke to jomer moton bhoy pai.
Babar dharona thik moton porasuna korle esob kichu hoyna.

Didi ke bolte gele khyak khyak kore bisri rokomer ga jalano hashi debe.
Ek matro borda ke i bola jete pare.
Nidenpokhkhe chirbirani hasi hashbe na.
Jai hok, borda sune bollo,'daktar dekha'.
Onek khunje pete parar modhdhe i ek notun daktarer chamber e gelam.
jete aste age pray i chokhe poreche Dr. Dural Kiron Noshkor, besh gal bhora ekta nam.
Daktarkhanay dhuke dekhlam, jhokjhoke porishkar ghor.
Ekjon assistant boste dilo bhetore.
Sundor coat tie pora daktarbabu elen.
Jiggesh korlen , ' Ki hoyeche?'
Ami bollam, 'Ei mane temon kichu na'..
'Tahole?'
'Mane ektu kotha boli arki'..
'Ta bolun, ki kotha'..
'Nna mane..'
'Ki tokhon theke na mane, na mane korchen?'
Kichu roger gondho na peye dorja khule amake ber i ore dilen ghor theke.
Dorja diye berobar somoy,shei assistant doure doure eshe ekta eksho takar bill dhoralo hathe.
Ami bolte gelam, 'daktar to kichui osudh dilen na, fees keno dite hobe?'..
Taite pulish dakbe bole humki diye taka aday kore nilo.

Rage gojor gojor korte korte bari elam.
Mone holo eto baje nam jei daktarer,she daktar bhalo hote i parena..
Esob bhebe, 'eksho taka' r shok bholar chesta korlam.
Pordin gelam chotobelar amar ekmatro priyo bondhur bari.
Bondhu ke sob khule bollam.
She sune bollo, 'achcha ek kaj kor, amake nemontonno barite niye jash, er por theke,...
Ami jokhon i dekhbo tui baje bokchish, ami kane hath debo, tui theme jabi'.
Shei podhdhoti byabohar kore kono labh holo na beshidin.
Hoyto Iraq war er proyjoniyota niye sobe bolte jabo,
Omni bondhur kane hath, ebong ami or dike takiye boba hoye jete laglam.
Besh koyekbar erokom ghotate parar loke amake chanda tule psychiatrist er kache pathalo.
Tader dharona holo ami pagol hoye gechi.

Jai hok, sundori daktarni, amay charte chobi ante bollen mone ja ashe.
Shei charte chobi bisleshon kore uni janalen amar rogtar nam ekakitto.
Ekta bari , ekta goru, eka nouka , ar ekta macher chobi te kothay ekakitto lekha chilo bujhlam na.
Uni suggest korlen ekakitto katate biye kore phelte.
Ami sobinoye janalam, ami dekhte kutshit o lekhapoay osto rombha bole patro jote ni.
Uni jiggesh korlen, Boy friend nei ba chilo na?
Ami amar didir kothata i janalam, 'pagoler prolap sunte ke thakbe?'
Tokhon uni bollen, je gulo mukhe bok bok kori, segulo i khatay likhe rakhte.
Tahole moner bhar halka hobe.

Bharakranto mone 'araisho taka' gochcha diye khata kolom kine bari phirlam.
Sokal bikel rattir likhte i laglam..
Likhe likhe khatar por khata bhorti hote laglo.
Desk er opor khatar pahare dhulor layer joma hote laglo.
Keu porar lok paina, tao likhte i thaki, lekha thamai na.
Ekdin likhe likhe bhoyonkor birokto hoye kagoj kolom sob chure phele dilam.
'dur chai, porar i keu kei, sonar o keu nei, tahole kar jonno likhchi?'
Ei bhebe ami shei sundori daktarni r sap sapantor korte korte park er benchi te eshe boshlam.

Dekhlam samner 'Spastic kids' school er bachchader niye
dui jon aya niye ek didimoni park e esechen.
Ami shei obodh bachader kei amar nana bokbokani sonate laglam.
Tara keu manoshik bharsammo hin, keu oprokitosto,
Karur dristite kono bhasha nei, sob shishura.
Bhablam, era to keu bujhbe na, sunbe na, eder i sonai amar jiboner obhigyota.
Er por pray i jete laglam park e bachchader kache.
Ora je ki sone, ki bojhe, ami janina, kintu, ektu kotha bole amar khub anondo hoy.

Majhe besh kichu din dengu jore bhogar jonno park e jete parini.
Din satek por ektu uthe bose cha khachchi bikele.
Dekhlam dorjay bell er awaj.
Ma dorja khulte gelo.Eshe bollo, 'dekh, ki school theke ke dakte eseche toke.'
Giye dekhlam shei duijon aya dariye.
Bollo, 'didimoni pathiechen.apni kodin janni, bachchara apnake khujche.'
Sune amar duchokh jole bhore uthlo.
Nishpap oi kochi shishuder mukhgulo r kotha bhebe mon ta anchan kore uthlo.
Choti goliye baire berochchi dekhe, Ma jiggesh korlo,
' ki re, ei shorire kothay abar berochchish?'
Dorja ta tene diye bollam, 'ora je amar jonno opekhkha kore ache'....

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Sankor Opare.

2007-12-17T12:24:00.000-08:00

Bengali Short Story: Sankor Opare.
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
12/17/2007
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Jachchilam mar ekta chiti pouchate Puti Mashir bari.
Esob kaj amake I korte hoy, tai guti guti paye hente I jachchilam.
Chotto sanko ta perote giye dekhlam poth atke ekta shap suye ache.
Mar bani kane bhese uthlo, ‘Shap dingiye jete nei’.
Onekhkhon opekhkha kore o shap ta norar nam korche na dekhe, amio bari pherot chole elam.

Ratre ghumiye ghumiye shaper shopno dekhlam.
Shap ta amay bolche, ‘Tumi amake dingiye jaoni bole ami khub khushi hoyechi.
Bolo ki bor chao.’
Ami bollam, ‘amar jodi ekta gari thakto, garite chore chithi pouchate jete partaam.
Tahole ar mar bokuni o hojom korte hoto na’.
Shap bollo, ‘Tothastu’.
Pordin sokale uthe dekhlam baire ekta gari dariye ache.
Khub anondo holo amar.
Erpor ami garite chore I ghora phera korte laglam.

Kichudin por America theke boromama amader bari berate elen.
Amar garita dekhe mukh bekiye bollen, Onar er cheye o onek boro gari ache Americay.
Tarpor theke roj I ami ratre shap ke shopne anar chesta korlam.
Kintu shei shap ar shopne dekha dilo na.

Jaihok, kichu bochor kete geche.
Amar Americay jabar Visa Passport hoye chakri r offer o eshe gache.
Americay giye I ami amar boromamar cheye boro gari kine nilam.
Sundor boro bari o kinlam kichudiner modhdhe.
Seshe green card citizenship o hoye galo.

Majhe kichudin deshe jaoya hoye otheni.
Shei Putimashir meyer biyete abar deshe gelam.
Dekhlam, kolkata onek bodle geche.
Citi centre, forum, cell phone, laptop ekkebare modern sob kichu.
Dekhe chokh dhandhiye gelo.

Amar barita dekhlam ek I rokom ache.
Baba pray othorbo, shei bhanga kather chair e bose kagoj poren.
Bater byathay kahil ma, khuriye khuriye bajar anen.
Barir o rong kothao khoshe porche, ranna ghore r ek pashe bristi hole I jol pore.
Dekhe amar mone mone bhari anondo holo.
Amar barita shei ek I rokom ache bhebe.

Putimashir meyer biyete onek anondo holo.
Du lakh takar joroya set diyechilam bole barti khatir pelam.
Make o baluchori saree kine diyechilam, baba r jonno kashmiri shaal.

Kintu pherar din buke ektu tonton byatha kore uthlo.
Stree bollo, ‘o kichu na, kodiner oniyome gas er byatha bodhdhoy.’
Garite jabar pothe dhulo te chokhta kor kor korte laglo.
Stree bollen dust allergy.

Er por onek bochor kete gelo.
Ma baba ar keu I benche nei.
Tai deshe o onek din jaini.
Ekbar bhablam ghure ashi.
Dekhe ashi barita ache kina oi rokom.

Giye bari r oboshisto kichu dekhte pelam na.
Promoterder hathe bari onekdin agei tule diyechilam.
Parata ke o chinte parlam na.
Paner dokan, Mudi dokan jegulo chilo, segulo uthe giye, ekta choto kahto shopping complex hoyeche.

Bhablam, shei sankotar dhare jai, jodi shei shap tar dekha pai.
Sankota dekhte pelam dur theke.
Kache giye dekhlam, shei shaap ta abar rasta jure suye ache.
Ekta kishor chele, bag hathe, shap ta chole jabar opekhkha korche.

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Moner Janala

2007-12-11T10:52:00.000-08:00

Moner Janala
Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
Dtae 12/10/2007.
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Amar dui chele, Ting-Tong ar Ding-Dong.
Eder dujon ke niye ami thaki besh.
Ami Ting-Tong ar Ding-Dong ke guliye pheli.
Ting-Tong dakte Ding-Dong ke daki ar Ding-Dong dakte Ting-Tong ke.
Tai dujoner keu I amar dake sara dey na.
Keu amar kache ashe na.

Ekdin ajhor dhare bristi porchilo.
Dorjay bell er awaj.
Dekhlam ek supurush dariye dorjar baire.
Jiggesh korlam, ‘Tumi Ke’?
She bollo, ‘ami Rat-Bhor-Bristi’.
Ami bollam, ‘she to cinemar nam’.
She bollo, ‘amar nam o tai’.
Ami take amar ghore thakte dilam.
Rat-Bhor-Bristi ekdin amake jiggesh korlo, ‘Era kara?’
Ami bollam, ‘era Ting-Tong ar Ding-Dong’.
Kintu ami eder nam mone rakhte parina.
O bollo, ‘Achcha’.

Din jay, ami Rat-Bhor-Bristi r sathe cha khai, jhal muri khai, cinema dekhi.
Ekdin bhorbela uthe dekhlam Rat-Bhor-Bristi chole geche.
Ami o dorja bondho kore dilam.

Abar ami Ting-Tong ar Ding-Dong ke niye thakte suru korlam.
Ekhon ami ar oder nam guliye pheli na.

Ekdin khub roddur uthlo baire.
Dorjay bell er awaj.
Dekhlam onno ek purush dariye dorjar baire.
Jiggesh korlam, ‘Tumi Ke’?
She bollo, ‘ami Sona-Roddur’.
Ami bollam, ‘nam khub meyeli’.
She bollo, ‘thik ache, ami nam ta palte phelbo’.

Din Jay, ami Sona-Roddur ke niye thakte suru korlam.
Sheet eshe galo.
Ami Sona-Roddur er jonno ekta neel ronger sweater bune dilam.
Sona-Roddur, seta pore ghure beray.
Amra majhe majhe Park Street e khete jai, TV dekhi.
Sona-Roddur nam ta theke I gelo, she ar nam ta paltalo na.

Ekdin rate dekhlam, Sona-Roddur amar shei neel ronger sweater pore beriye jachhe.
Ami jiggesh korlam, ‘kothay jachcho’?
She bollo, ‘ami chole jachchi, ar ashbo na’.
Ami bollam, ‘tumi ki amar ronger sweater ta niye jabe’?
She bollo, ‘Hya’.
Ami shei neel ronger sweater er jonno onek chokher jol phellam.
Ting-Tong ar Ding-Dong eshe amake joriye dhore bollo, ‘‘MA’ , kendo na, amra ar ekta neel ronger sweater kine debo’.
Ami bollam, ‘Achcha’.

Abar Ting-Tong ar Ding-Dong ke niye thaki.
Ting-Tong ar Ding-Dong boro hote laglo.
Ding-Dong college e porte chole gelo.
Ar amake Ting-Tong ar Ding-Dong er nam niye bhabte hoy na.
Ting-Tong bollei, she amar kache eshe amake joriye dhore.

Ekdin baire khub kal boishakher Jhor uthlo.
Dorjay bell er awaj.
Dekhlam ek jon lok dariye dorjar baire.
Jiggesh korlam, ‘Tumi Ke’?
She bollo, ‘ami Jhoro-Haoya’.
Ami bollam, ‘Jhoro-Haoya’, tumi keno eshecho?
Er age Rat-Bhor-Bristi ar Sona-Roddur eshechilo amar kache, kintu tara chole geche’.
Jhoro-Haoya bollo, ‘amar paye khub byatha, cholte parchina.
Dudin theke I chole jabo’.
Ami bollam, ‘Achcha’.

Jhoro-Haoya amar sathe thakte laglo.
Jhoro-Haoya ekdin jigggesh korlo, ‘oi cheleta ke’?
Ami bollam, ‘O Ting-Tong.Or dada Ding-Dong college e porte geche’.
She bollo,’Achcha, cholo Phuchka kheye ashi’.

Erpor amra roj I Phuchka khete laglam.
Ekdin ar amar Phuchka khete bhalo laglo na.
Ami Jhoro-Haoya ke bollam, ‘tomar payer Byatha sere geche?Tumi ebare chole jao.’
She bollo, ‘ami to jete parbo na,amar je ekhon o onek kaj baki’.

Ekhon ami Jhoro-Haoya ar Ting-Tong ke niye thakte laglam.
Er modhdhe ekdin Ting-Tong o onek boro hoye gelo.
She o onek dure collge e porte chole galo.
Ami majhe majhe gache jol dei, shukno phul kurai, lep rode dei.

Ekdin baire akashe khub Megh korlo.Ami janlar dhare dariye Robindro Sangeet gaichilam.
Dekhlam Jhoro-Haoya dorja diye beriye chole jachche.
Ami jiggesh korlam, ‘Jhoro-Haoya’, tumi keno chole jachcho?’
Jhoro-Haoya amar dike takiye muchki heshe bollo, ‘amar kaj sesh hoye geche je, amake to jetei hobe’.

…….Copyright, Manidipa