Ache

... This morning the eyes were brimming, unreasonably. Everyday rituals should categorically be subconscious, or become so over time. Like a breath, or sudden holding of it. It is so very wasteful to be downhearted over unavoidable prerequisites to life. But strangely, it aches every time. So much so you feel like crouching up silent and alone at some grey amorphous corner of life and shut yourself out from every blasted saneness. How do I leave my little baby helplessly whimpering on that thick black mattress, with dumb toys, ten other babies and plastic-faced carers? Leave her alone to deal with this strangely frigid and synthetic world; Leave our selves, hers and mine, alone every day... Tomorrow morning these eyes will again be brimming. Silently. Softly. Secretly. And Unreasonably. Let me say this once to you, in our sacred seclusion: I am sorry Heeya ~ ~ ~

Bodh, Baatsholyo, Brityo

Heeya, Dadan aar Didun, aamaar Maa aar Baba ekhaane eshe pnouchholo tumi ashar porer din. Baba phire gelo tin shoptaho por – shei theke chaar maash Maa aamaar kachhe roilo; naaki aami Maa r kaachhe roilaam? Baba r shathe aamaar shomporko chirokaal-i gobheer – ekrokom shei shomporker shutotei bnadha amar ostityer shongyaa. Maa er shathe shomporko ta shobshomoyei chhilo proyojoner; khaaoaa, ghumono, pora dhora, jor hole mathay haat buliye deoaa, jama khnuje ber kore deoaa, kaane byatha hole raat jege boshe thaka r moton nityonoimittik shohabosthaan. Maa er theke konodin kichhu shekhar achhe bole bhabini, Maa jeno amar shathe ek i dhaape, Baba onek opore, jar dike takiye ki shundor shopno dekha jaay; Maa boro beshi maatir kachher, chaailei chhnute paari, taai boraabor i aakorshon kom. Baba holo giye hardbound cover e mora daami classic, Tolstoy othoba Bonkim, aar Maa ekta choti boite Haashi-Khushi! Baba gombheer, taatyik, mulyobaan, instant encyclopaedia, gyaner bhandar, kajpagol, amar chirokaaleen aadorsho.

Aar Maa paloker moton halka, moneo...chintateo, chahida eitukuni- othoba taar o kom, gyangommi o komer dike jaate ambition bole bostu tar theke dure thakte paare, onek boi-pora noy je kothaay mon kere nite paarbe, tobe moner shohoj byapti etotaai je taate shokkoler shob dosh gun bhalo mondo onaayaashe dube hariye jaay. Jaa thaake - jaa nishhorte peye gechhi aami aar Baba, ta holo okunttho shaarthoheen ek odbhut bhalobasha. Brityo shompurno kore jibon jeno niye eshechhe shei purono shohore, purono golir more, purono barir gondher bhetor, purono aashbaab aar muhurte.

Aaj mone hoy:

Maa r theke jaa shekhar chhilo taa amulyo, taa boi er totyo-kotha noy. Shey holo jiboner shaar-mormo. Nikhaad Bhalobasha. Maa er shathe ek dhaape thakar proshnoi otthe naa, Maa shokoler cheye onek onek opore, tobu haat barale chhnoaa jaay. Shetai magic! Maa maatir kachher bolei Maa r gaaye kemon shundor brishti-bhejaa gondho.

Jokhon nije Maa holaam, nijer Maa ke jeno pelaam notun kore.

E ek bhaari aashchorjyo-shundor upolobdhi. Bhalobasha je koto nirbhejal, nishkolush, nirmol hoy, taa chhottobela theke dekhtaam Maa er chokhe.

Ekhon taa paai nijer gobheer er kono ek jaaygaay. Nijeke onekta boro laage, byapto laage, majhe majhe shundor laage jemon aage kokhono, konodin laageni.

"Aamaari haate eto diyechho shombhaar, Jeerno kore oke kothaay nebe? Dhongsho kore daao aamaake Eeshwar... Aamaar shontoti shopne thaak."

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Encore!

Maa Pupu, here's trying my best to enact on paper the adorable little fight you put up with me the other day.

For you to relive maybe, on days when I am not around.

:o)

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Shukkurbaar shokaal shaare notaa.

Maa aajke working from home. Pupu ke breakfast korie ghum paariye Maa praay nishhobde laptop niye boshechhe kaajer kaagojpotro khule.

emon shomoye:

chokh dyab-dyab.

pupu ghum theke utthe gechhe..

naak knuchke killing smile dichhe...

ghnaar tolaar odomyo cheshta....

shaathe mukhe ojosro kotha ebong burburi.....

ei laptop e thaabaa merechhe.......

gyalo.........

gyalo.............

kono body chhaaraai mail post hoye gyalo!

end of battle one part one.


the battle continues.

Maa ebaar Pupur haat and tthyang chepe dhorechhe koshe..

Pupu completely under control, or so it seems...

Pupu expressing discomposure and discontent in form of snuffled growls from under Maa....

she desires freedom in all degrees.....

for once, she pushes Maa away with all her might......

jorajori-goragori.......

and before long, both are rolling on the floor........

end of battle one part two. phewwwwwwwww!!!

both smiling and reasonably contented.

laptop slightly impacted and upside down, but as we can see, it still works.

big and tiny bow.

Pupu and Maa look at each other like seasoned performers.

big and tiny bow again.

curtains down.

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Monkharap-er chena gondho

Maa Heeya,

Aajke tumi prothom Day Care e gele.
Day Care orthaat shokal nota theke shondhe chhota porjonto, jotokhhon aamraa office e achhi, totokhhon tomake rakhbar jaayga – onekta Creche er moton. UK te er naam Day Care.

Shokal theke utthe dour-jhnaap er modhhe tomake ready kora, nije ready hoaa, breakfast toiri kora, tomar khabar banano r modhhe kichhu monei hoyni alada kore. Tarpore gelam tomay pnouchhe dite, bag-jama-juto-dudh shomet – jaano, tomar chhotto bag hoye gechhe ekkhana ei chaar masher modhhei!

Jokhon oder kole dilam, tumi chup. Kannakati naa, kothabarta naa, kono obhijog naa, shudhu chup. Aami mathay haat buliye dilam, aador kore dilam, tomar naak e naak ghoshe dilaam...tobu chup amar chotto meye.

Office er deri hochhilo, aajker dinei joto kaajer bheer, aarai ghontar client meeting, interviews koyekta, proposal er kaaj...aar amar tuktuk meyeta aamaay ki deri i na kore dichhilo, kichhuti naa kore. Kebol durer chokhe amar dike cheye theke.

Chokhe jol bhorti kore jokhon okhan theke beriye elaam, moner modhhe tthanda hawa aar ektukhani notun byatha, kintu kemon chena chena. Mone porlo biyer porer diner kotha: Baba, Maa aar Bari ke chhere aashbar shomoye mone hoyechhilo nijer puro prithibi, shobtuku nijoshyota, shomosto ostityo theke chhnire tene hnichre onno ek deshe niye jachhe jibon. Ki nirmom shei onubhuti...

Aajke Creche e gele, kaal tumi school e jaabe, tarpore amader chhere jaabe onno karur kachhe, taar o por aaro dure hoyto. Jemon aami gechhi Baba aar Maa r theke. Tobe mone mone shara prithibi ghure jeno abar phire eshechhi oder ekdom kachhe.

Aar eibaar jekhanei thaaki na keno, thakbo oder modhhei, shesh porjonto...

EKta kotha mone rekho Maa -

Not where you breathe, but where you love, you live :o)

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Hiyaar protyonte ek "Heeya"

Aaj aamaar mon khub meghla korechhilo. Kemon kore jaani bujhte pere Dadan amake ekta bhari shundor poddo likhe diyechhe, taao aabaar tomar naam diye; :o)

chhotto chitthi aar kobita ta patthalam: pore dekho kono-ek-shomoye ...

Maa

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Maago,Jeebonta baro nirmom. Aar Babader to knadte nei. Sudhu bukta bhari hoy. Jeno aakasher mato aaral kore dheke rakhte pari, sobsamoy. Jeno Hawar moto joriye nite pari, Aalor mato chhoriye dite pari aamar sabtuku diye. Eitai jeebon Maago. bhalo thaak bhalo thakte sekh. Aami to aachhi.


Abirato byatha baje
Jeeboner anumeya ushnotar majhe
Aamader parthibo anwoy
Akosmat murto hoye
Akinchitkar mone hoy
Aamader chhoto chhoto dukkho sukh sob
Aboyabi satwa niye garho
Anubhob Boye aane.
Aamader mon
Suktijontronar mato hathat kakhon
Mukto hoye mukti pabe
Jantronar randhro path diya
Moner bhitore Mon
Hiyar Protyonte ek “Heeya”.

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Aamaar Koraishnuti

Koraishnuti shobuj, chhotto, phutphute aar ektukhani mishti. Tthik jyano aamar Heeya. Taai majhe majhe toke daaki koraishnuti bole. :o)

Shei ekdin boysh theke aaj porjonto – tui ekhono koraishnuti i, tobe jyano aaro shundor aar aalo-bhora hoyechhish.

Jedin tui eli, shedin theke – etorokom bhabna, etorokom muhurto, gondho, rong, shobdo, sporsho r anagona hoyechhe, hoye cholechhe je tinkhana mota boi lekha hoye jaay; E jyano dheu er mathay chore ekphota shada phenar moton kore boshe thaka; ottha, pora, bhasha, dobaa, ei aakash chhnoaa, ei neel gobheer...aar charidike rong rong haajaar haajaar rong...
Amar ek Class VI er chhatro Physics porte porte ekbar proshno korechhilo: “emon kono rong bhaabte paro jaa aage chokhe dekhoni?”

Ekhon bodhoy paari :o)

Goto poneroi april, poyla boishakh e tor tin maash purno holo; Sholo tarikh office join korechhi.
Din gulo ekhon jhorer moton kaate, ek muhurto shomoy o nijer nei aar. Bhor theke raat hoy jyano ek poloke, haajaar kaajer bhetor. Deshe pherar kotha bhaabi, roj i bhaabi, tobe boro hoaar porer shob shidhhanter moton etaao single-variable equation noy. Aar tar modhhe dujon purnoboyoshko manush joriye thakle quadratic eo kuloy naa. Ekhaneo kulochhe naa. Tai apatoto din bhabi-din jaay rokomei cholechhe.

Tobe shara diner jhonjhaar sheshe jokhon Maa tor tuktuk hashi dekhi, shondher kaajkormer por raatribelaay toke paashe niye shule aakash aashe jaanla diye, maajhraatre jokhon shara prithibir shokkole ghumiye thaake... shudhu aami aar tui dujon hashimukhe cheye thaki eke oporer dike – tokhon ekaai gobheer laage.

Hoytoba oi muhurtote aami aamaar nijer shobcheye kachhakachhi aashi.

Kotha royechhe monbhora, aabaar likhbo. Tui o ki likhbi aamaake chitthi kokhono? Shomoy hobe? ...


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Aamaader daak-baksho

Eta tomaar aar amaar ekta chhotto daak-baksho.

Othoba ekta purono chitthi-bhorti haat-baksho.

Jeidin nijer bodh, monon aar chetona mile tomaar ekta mon hobe:

nijoshyo, ekaanto - ekebaare shotontro, chintasheel mon; sheidin ichhe korle tumi ei chitthi porte paaro.

Eigulo amaar heeya r shaathe mone mone bola amaar onek onek kotha; proyojoniyo, kimbaa nehaat i elomelo.

Kodin aage porjonto aami chhilam tomaari moton baba-maa er ek chhotto meye – aaj tumi eshe hole chhotto-toro, aami holaam Maa.

Tomaar Maa. :o)

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