baje chele

tui khub kharap...kintu ami tokei bhalobashi....bhalo der toh sobai bhalobashe....amio beshechhilaam...tate amar kichui bhalo hoyeni...tai ebaar ami kharap kei bhalobashbo...amar kharap hoye hok....kharap e amar bhalo...


ei dhor amader shohor ta....besto rasta, buddhijibi der bhir, arr ek gada purono bari....koto smriti...chena goli, chena gondho...jhaa chokchoke onno sohor gulor pashe boroi moleen....tobuo toh amar sohor amar e....thik serom e...barti kotha bola arr saradin bhoboghurer motto ghure berano ekta chele...na achhe kono disha na achhe bhobisyoter bhabna....tobuo khub shadheen....jiboner protita muhurto upobhog kore...bhenche thakar lorai e nijeke bhashiye deye naa...


toke sporsho kore bujhlaam ami jibon er protita rong sporsho korechhi....shada kalo charao arro koto koto rong...lal nil holud sobuj er ekta asto ronger baksho....tuli r taan e soru soru daak kete bhoriye dili amar sara ta sorir...ek ta meghla bishonno dupur e khub bristi holo...arr tui shedin amay ador korli khub....


hoitoh ami kono din tor priority hobo naa...karur hoini kono din....chite fonta somoy pele tokhon asbi tui amar kache...ador korbi amay tor kache tene niye...ami tai niyei thakbo...oi tuku ador...oi tuku dupur...sobar chokher aral e....

"poriborton"

Amader shobar bhetor e ekta poriborton er sotta lukiye thake....j shob somoy jage naa....sojyo korte korte jokhon hapiye othe amader bairer kholosh ta tokhon hathat kore jege othe...poriborton chai, poriborton....niskrio hoye ek kon e pore thaka ekaki moner chetona jege othe hathat e...ei chetonaye kono riti niti rajniti kichhui thake naa....nichok manush er proti manush er shohanubhuti arr bhalobasha makhano ek tukro godhuli r alo r motto...shondhye namar age shesh cheshta...shesh chitkar...

ei chetona bodh season change er ba dhulo jhere dust allergy r motto hanchi kashi r rog noye....maaer gorbher bhrun jerom dheere dheere bere othe...theek serom e bhabe amader sorir er kono ek kon e bere uthte thake....ashpash er poristhiti jokhon shob sojye r matra chariye jaaye tokhon matha chara diye berie ashe ei chetona bodh....

amader ekhon ja obostha tate majhe majhe mone hoye ei rajyota du prokar manush diye toiri....ek dol jara guli khawar jonne buk chitiye dariye achhe...jader palabar poth nei....arr ek dol CPM...jara nijeder “amra” bole porichoye deye....jara buddhijibi manush der protibaad e korno paat o kore naa...hoye lal rong e nijeke rangiye dao...tate labh hobe kichu tomar...hoitoh tumi jomi pabe kothao ekta...ba tomar jomi r binimoye kichu takao pete paro...grameen bank er loan o pete paro..tobe shei loan tumi ki kore shodh debe ta proshno kora cholbe na kintu....kichu ekta thikadari kaaj o pete paro chukti bodhyo hoye...ba moner motto kono khelna....ja niye bhule thakbe tumi shob....ashpash er shoshon chokh bujhe bolbe...koi ami toh dekhte pachhi na kichhu....

arr jodi ta na chao tobe nijer jibon er daam dao...ghurte hobe na tomay CPM er nagol dolay....tar chele bhalo tumi lathi peta kheyo...arr sara jibon ora hoyei theko....

With a humming heap of activity amidst a cosmopolitan atmosphere, my Kolkata is the most charming place on earth...this is a place to make uncountable friends, debate over latest political issues, behave in the most erratic fashion over a game of cricket, get poetic under the rain, delve over rasgolla...

I grew up here fighting with friends, singing rabindra sangeet so religiously on every special occasion, attending theater shows, classical music and rock concerts and film festivals, writing love letters, supporting Brazil in every world cup football tournament, taking part in debates and fuchka eating competitions and getting drenched everytime it rained....a ride in crowded bus, endless addas over fuming cuppa coffees...discussing Che, european films, world economy....the city has given mee more than I deserved...

aaj boddo gorom....gheme neye ekshaa...bhallage naa chhai....