Leave Me Alone

Amake Amar Moto
Bengali Short Story By Manidipa Bhattacharya
Date: 11/13/2012
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Ki je ek rog hoyeche ajkal Sokoler.
Sobai Ajkal ekta i montro uchcharon kore,’Amake Amar moto thakte dao..’
Kauke kono kotha bolar upay nei mairi!!

Jake I kichu bolte jao, omni ek dialogue…
Din din ki je hochche lokjoner !!
Nijer bor ke bolte jao kichhu….sei ek kotha..

Ei toh sedin, bolte gelam, ‘Priyar barite oto deri kore keno gele? Ar Priyar boner sathe oto ‘haha hihi’ I ba korar ki chhilo? ‘
Se ki raag babur.
‘Sob byapare amake control korte jeo na….Amake amar moto thakte dao..please!!!’
Nijer bor er satheo kotha barta komiye ante hochche ajkal…

Ma o ek.
Sonibare phone kore bollam,’ Thik moto osudh khao na keno? Barite ekta A/C lagalei paro…Oto misti khao keno ?...’
Uttor,’Tor nijer songsar dekh thik moto..Amar kotha na bhableo cholbe…Amake amar moto thakte de…’

Emon ki meyer o ek I jhajhalo uttor, ‘ Mom, can u just leave me alone?’
Aschorjo baba…College er application thik moto korchhe kina, SAT porikhkhay sobpereche kina, tao jiggesh kora jabe na…
Sob oi ki ek gan bajare eseche, tar probhab mone hoy….

Mar barir kajer mashi o ebare amake mukher opor bolechhilo, ’Oto khit khit korben na to Boudi…A make amar oto kaj korte din….’

Se o ek gan sunechhe naki?

Bor ke bollam, ‘Tumi abar kobe theke adhunik bangla gan shono?’
Uttor elo,’Kon gan’?
‘Shei je, amake amar moto thakte dao..’
‘Ami sob rokom gan I suni…ta chhara, Rabindronath ei gan bohu bochor age I likhe gechen, ‘ Amay thakte de, apon mone…’’
Rabindro biseshonggo r opor ar beshi kotha chhole na….

Meyeke sudholam,’Tui o bangla gan sunish?’
‘Mom,sometimmes you talk so weird…Does not make much sense..’

Chheke phone korlam, ‘ Khokon, sobai ajkal ektai bangla gan korche re…Tui o ki korish?’
Chhele daktari pore, banglay o kotha bole…
Bollo,’Ki gan ?’
Bollam.
O jiggesh korlo,’Keno ?’
Ami bollam sob khule….
Tai sune o bollo,’ Mom, I think you need to see a Psychiatrist…’

Ingreji tei bollo…

Sunei bari sudhdhu sobai oke somorthon korlo….
Ma bollo,’Hya, ajkal kemon jeno sob kotha bole!!’
Meye bollo,’She talks so weird!!’
Bor bollo,’Ami to biye r prothom din theke I jantam…bole o chhilam kotobar..’

Chheler college r I ekjon ke sobai thik kore phello sobai mile…

Aamake dhore bendhe niye giye boshiye o dilo shei Psychiatrist er kache…
Sundori American Mohila…nam Julia Jose…Nam ta pronounce korte hobe Julia Ho-se…

Bodhhoy mexican biye korecheche….Tar abar Ho-se bole ‘Josh’ noy…
Americay eto bochhor theke sob jene giyechhi….



Hasi hasi mukhe mohila bollen’ Hello…how are you doing?’



Ami (byajar mukhe),’Good’
‘So, why do you think you came here?’

Areh..amake I kina jiggesh kore ami keno esechhi…!!Ami keno aste jabo?’

Rege giye bollam,’I did not come here..’

Mohila amar ne-ti bachok utto sune bollen,’B-U-T, you are here…? Right?’

Ami bollam,’I can see that…’

Amar chyatang chyatang kotha Mohilar pochhondo holo na…

Hasi mukhe I bollen,’Listen, Mrs. Bha- khha-ka-ri- ya, you need to co-operate with me…’

Ami o hashi mukhe bolla,’Yes, Miss Hulia Jo-she…I will’

Amar namer bikrito uchcharon sune, amar o ichche holo or nam ta ulte dite…
Tai sune mohila bhoyonkor chote gelen…Chheke deke ki jeno bollen phish phish…

Chhele amake dhomok dilo…Bollo,’Ma, tumi erokom korle kintu electric shock diye tomay haspatakle bhorti kore debe…’
Electric shock er kotha y ektu o bhoy na peye bollam….’Bollam, amar nam ta bhul korle or dosh nei, amar I joto dosh…?’
Chhele bollo,’Ma, prothom theke I kintu tumi negative uttor dichcho na…Ora kintu sob note kore niyeche…Ekhon I somoy ache..Ami bujhiye abar raji korachchi…’

Amar khub rag holo,kintu ami ekhon oder jimma te…Oder kotha sunte I hobe…
Ja hok, Mohila abar elen….
Bollen,’Are you okay now….would you like some water?’

Mohila kintu rege gele o mukhe hasi bojay rakhchhen dekhlam…
Amio yes bole, Misti misti hese jol khete laglam aste aste ….
Mohila kichhukhkhon por jiggesh korlen,’Ami haschhi keno ?’
Ami bollam,’because of you…’

Ami bolte cheyechhilam,tomake follow kore hasi mukhe kotha bolar chesta korche….Ta na bole phosh kore eta bole phhellam…

Mohila bhablen ami onake niye moshkora korchhi….

Hashi mukhe I bollen,’Madam, I need to admit you to the hospital…’

Kotha nai barta nai…ektu hesechhi bole amake pagol der haspatale bhorti kore dilo…..
Dujon shonda moton lok eshe amake ekta chhoto room e dhukiye dilo….Thik jeno ekta jail khana….

Bollo,’Shuye poro..’
Jei na shulam khochath kore ekta injection diye amake ghum pariye dilo….

Moha jhamelay pora gelo.
Ghum theke uthe bhabte laglam er theke banchar ki upay.
Eder ke bojhate hobe ami pagol noi.
Kintu ki kore?

Ektu pore ekta Doctor elo.

Supurush, ektu boyoshko.

Nischoy amar kotha bujhbe.
Bhablam eke I amay potate hobe,na hole ekhanei poche morte hobe.
Daktar ke bojhalam amar ekakitto, dukhkho .
Bedonar onek korun kahini baniye baniye sonalam.

Kichhudiner modhdhei daktar amar preme habudubu …..

Daktar ke bollam,’Ami bari jete chai Daktar..’
Daktar bollo,’Keno okhane je tomake keu chayna bolle.’
‘Eta je jail khana Daktar?’
‘Tate ki, ami to achhi..’

E to arek pagoler pallay porlam dekhi…

Bollam,’Tumi to amar bari te eshe amar chikitsha korte paro..’
‘Bari te je tomar husband thakbe.’
Bollam,’Husband to ekhane thakena ekhon….O amar osukh sune onno mohilar kache chhole geche…Okhane i thake..’

Baniye baniye mithhe kotha bollam.

Daktar antke uthe bollo,’How cruel!!’
Amio kende bollam,’Hya, tai..’

Tokhkhoni abar amar bor er phone elo.
Etodin bari chhara, ektu dukhkhe ache…..
‘Bollo,tumi kobe ashbe Sona, amader obostha to khub i kharap.’
Bollam,’Darao, se byabostha I korchhi…Apatoto tumi onno mohilar sathe thako…amar sathe somporko nei….’
‘Abar pagoler prolap?’
‘Ektu kotha shono, lokhkhi sona…na hole ami chhara pabo na…’
Sob sune bor ke raji korano gelo..ar amio amar barite dyang dyang kore phire elam.

Ekhon bor tao jeno kemon hoye geche….Sob somoy amar sathe I chipke thake….
Meyetao bole,’I missed you Mom..’
Ma o phone kore bole ’Hya re sokale osudh gulo kheyechhi thikthak..’
Chhele bole,’Mom , you are too smart..’

Ingreji tei bole………..

……….Copyright..@Manidipa

Rhythmic Verse

Kobita y Paouya
Bengali Short Story
Manidipa Bhattacharya
11/06/2012
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'Hya re Tiktiki, onekdin golpo likhish na je?
Riju r 'Tiktiki' nam ta  sunei ga jole uthlo...
Bollam,'Golpo likhle i to hashish, noy somalochona korish...Bolchhish keno?'
'Bah, tor bhalor jonno i to boli,Na hole sikhbi ki kore?' Riju bollo.
'Tui sekhabi, amake, banglay golpo lekha? Je naki English e shopno dekhe?', rag amar komeni tokhon o.
'Okay, Potli, ar bolbo na kichu...Lekh na ekta dhoper golpo....Ms Chinta moni sen' Riju r ga jalano hasi...
'Tui amake baje baje name dakbi na toh!!Osojhjho lage' Birokto ami...
'Kon nam ta kharap, Monimala?"
'Uff tui thambi? Oshojhjho nam sunle ga jole jay' Rege giye uthe porlam....
'Achcha, golpo likhle ar dakbo na baje name...' Riju hese bollo...
'Bhalo nam ta ki suni?Sei moto bhebe dekhbo...' Ami proshno korlam.
'Age to lekh, pore bolbo' Riju bari jabar jonno bag kandhe nilo...
'Neelmala, Monimala, Trinomalika, esob joghonno nam jeno na hoy.' Ami bollam...
'Chinta korish na...bhalo name i dakbo' bole i babu udhao...

Golpo lekha to oto sohoj noy....ar ami lekhika o noi....

Pran pon golpo bhabte laglam.....

Bhebe bhebe ghumiye i porlam, tao golpo berolo na ....

Ghum theke uthe golpo lekhar lok khujte laglam..

thakur ghore ma. giye labh nei.
lokhkhi r panchali chara ma r golper dour kom.

babar kache gelam...

bollam,'ekta bhalo golpo likhe debe baba?'

Baba:'Keno?'

ami:'na thak'

baba:'thakbe keno? samne porikhkhar pora phele, golpo lagbe keno?'

ami:'pora r bishoye i'

baba:'physics chemistry math cchara ar kon subject e porikhkha baki tomar?'

ami:'oi, physics related ekta gravitation niye golpo likhte hobe amay'

ami tokhon palate parle banchi.

baba:'ami to sanskrit er master, physics er golpo janbo ki kore?'

ami: 'o hya, bhule gechhilam..achcha gelam.'

baba:'Darao, borokhoka ke daki.....bolei borda r uddeshshe hank parlo.

Bhaggish borda chhilo na, amar pimdi chotkato...

chitkar sune chhorda elo...

baba bollen:'choto khoka, oke ekta gravitation er golpo bole dao...'

'Gravitation er golpo? ami to History honours porecchhi...' bhaggish chorda science pore ni.

'Amader somoy amra na na dhoroner boi portam...tomra ajkal kar chhelea pora r boi chara kichu jano na...hana tana babar lecture sunlam ek ghonta poner minute.

Golpo Tolpo chhere bhablam kobita likhi..seta  hoyto sohoj hobe.

Bolle  i to ar lekha jayna....Kichhute i mathay asche na ki diye suru kori....

Ratre shopno dekhlam, Ma Sarawati , amake bor dichchen jate ami kobita likhte pari...

Dhhorphoriye uthe, laptop khule boshlam...

Likhlam,
'Sudhu tumi, ami nei
Benche thakar mulyo nei...

Send button ta tipe dilam Rijur email id te...

Ektu por por i reply check korte laglam...

Bhor sare chartey ar kei ba uthe amar chhora porbe?

Birokto hoye abar shobar chesta korte laglam.Kintu amathay tokhon kobita bhosh bhosh korche..

Abar likhte boshlam....

Shei tumi ei ami
Ei achi ei nei

Likhte i laglam, ek er por ek...

Likhe likhe klanto hoye ghumiye porlam....

Ghum bhanglo 'ha ha hi hi' r shobde....

Riju soho amader sara poribar kono hashi r utsab e jog diyeche mone holo.

Nischoy amar kobita porche ar heshe lutachche...

Sunei ami dorja bondho kore ghore motka mere suye roilam....

Aj saradin amay ghorei bondi thakte hobe.Berolei kobita r sradhdho hobe..

Keno jelikhte gelam!!Likhlam likhlam tao abar Rijuke pathate i ba gelam keno ke jane...

Er theke banchar upay bhabte laglam.

Bari chhere palate hobe...

Uthe porlam....Janla khule dekhlam ki kore palabo...

Cinemay dekhechhi, sari jhuliye heroine ra palaye....

Dotola theke sari jhuliye dekhlam, ekta saree te hobe na....

Ma r du tinte saree jora lagalam...  kintu jhulte gele chhinre pore jodi?

Ar lagaboi ba kothay?

Table er payay ba khater sathe lagiye chesta korlam.....tan marlei sob sudhdhu chhole asche...

Moha bipod holo toh...

Fan er blade ei lagano bhalo...

Kintu para protibeshi ra jodi dekhe ami fan e kapor bandchhi, seta ar kelo...

Dorja janla sob bondho korlam....Fan tao eto unchhute hath o pouchabe na....

Khater opor table tar opor chair diye, tar opore  dariye bandhar chesta korte laglam.

Tight kore ginth marte giye chair ta gelo nore, ar tarpor sob ondhokar....

Gyan phire dekhi ami haspataler bed e....

Samne boshe Riju dhulchhe....

Ami norte giye dekhlam, dan hath ar paye bandage....narate parcchina....

Konkiye uthtei Riju uthe amar kache boshlo....

Kosto hochche 'Buri?'

'Ke bole Buri
Ami to chhuri'

Achcha baba besh
Tomar kothai sesh....

Eto sohojei pele bhoy?
Mene nile mor joy?

Na mene ki upay?
Bou ke, ke na doray?

Ami tor bou naki?
Oi holo ar ki!!

Moteo ami bou noi
ok baba, bondhu botei

Hothath eto holi udar?
Jiboner bujhechhi sar....

Baje name dakbi na to ar?
Na baba na, manchhi har...

..............Ei bhabei chhollo amader Chhorar lorai...

.....Copyright ...@Manidipa

Listen to your heart?

Hridoy er kotha
Bengali Short Story
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
4/7/2012
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Kagoj, kolom, laptop, iPhone, iPod sob niye Neera eshe bedroom e eshe boshlo..
Khater opor comforter er tolay na boshle thik aram kore golpo lekha jay na..
Etai hpchche prithibir sera pochonder jayega Neera r..
Mood ta aro bhalo bhabe ashar jonno Wine er bottle glass chanachur o niye ashlo..
Sob sajiye gujiye boshte i bell bajlo.
Oshommoye keu bell bajaye na America te...Tao abar na janiye...

Gaye ekta shwal chapiye dorja y dekhte gelo ke?

Dekhlo kandhe bag niye Riya dariye ache baire...

Tarataro dorja khule bhetore dhokalo Riya ke.

Or chokhmukher obostha dekhe onuman korlo kichhu jhorer ingit ache..

Tai ar proshno korlo na kichhu...

Boste bole, jol ene dilo.....

Dhok dhok kore jol kheye Riya boshe roilo chup kore matha nichu kore...
Neera mathay hath buliye dite i  joriye dhore kandte suru korlo Riya...

Neera chup kore dariye roilo..Kandte dilo kichukhkhon...

Tarpor bollo, ne oth, chol bedroom e boshe wine khai...

Ar ekta wine glass niye side table sajalo...

Riyar jonno ashtray banate boshlo...Chain smoker Riya, kintu Neera r barite kono chhai phelar byabostha nei.
Ekta cup niye ashlo...
Neera giye or favorite spot e boshlo, khater opor...
Onek balish diye bhalo kore helan debar byabostha korlo.
Khatta onek tai boro..
Dujon dudike shule majhkhane football khela jete pare..
Kothata bariye bolle o, Neera bhabte chesta korlo , eto boro khater oder keno diye chhilo..
Eka eka i thake...
Majhe sathe boyfriend er sathe khater temporary dorkar pore thik i, kintu Kingsize bed er proyojon chhilo na kono...
Hoyto bhebechhilo, jodi biye tiye hoye jay kono bhabe.

Seta oboshsho ghoteni ei baro bochhore...

Ebare ektu narachara diye khonja suru korte hobe...

Chollish er opore boyesh hoye gelo. Na kono steady boyfriend aache, na bor...

Chih chih...ki lojjar kotha...

Bondhu badhob ra biye kore chhele pule manush korche...

Thik somoye biye hole Neerar o kuri bochhorer chhele meye o thakto...

Riya bathroom e dhukeche to dhukechhei...

Neera wine khaouya suru korlo....

Chanachhur ta khete giye i mone holo, bathroom e Riya abar suicide korchhe na toh!!

Hothath suicide e r kotha mone elo keno ke jane...

Wine tine fele, duddariye Neera bathroom er dike dourate gelo..

Dekhlo Riya chan tan kore fresh hoye ashche....

Jak baba, bancha geche....

Dujone jomiye khate eshe boshlo....

Riya cigerette dhoralo..

Neera o chailo ekta....

Wine ta kheye i Riya bollo, 'ki bhalo wine ...Eta ki?'

'Eta amar favorite wine..Apatoto ami eta khai roj....Port Wine....Ekdom phida...'

Neera r kotha sune Riya hashlo...

Neera bollo,'Tor eto deri hochchilo aste dekhe ami bhoy peye chutchhilam tor kache....'

Riya heshe bollo,'Bhable golay dori dichchi?'

'Golay dori de osubidhe nei....korle nijer barite kor, amar bheeshon bhuter bhoy..Eka eka thaki..' Neera heshe bollo..

'Eka acho onek bhalo achho...'Riya udash hoye bollo...

'Na, kujor o sadh hoy chit hoye sute....Bhabchhi ebare ekta biye kore phelbo...'Neera akasher dike dhnoya chharte chharte bollo..
Cigerette, Port Wine, chanachur er combination  ta besh bhalo lagche...
Mon ta besh phurphure hoye jachche....

Hothath mone holo Riya r hoyto khide pete pare...

Jiggesh korlo,'Khide peyeche?khabi kichu?'

'Nah thak..'

'Dara chot kore kichu baniye ani..'

'Thakna Neeradi...tumi bosho..'Riya bollo.

'Are just two minute s lagbe...bosh..' Neera ranna ghore gelo..

'Two minutes maggie noodles na toh?' Riya bolche sunte pelo..

'Na...aschhi dara....'

'Stuffed mushroom gulo niye ashlo plate e sajiye Neera.

'Du minute e stuffed mushroom baniye phelle? Riya r chhokhe obak hobar bhan..

'Na, bananoi chhilo, gorom korlam...'Abar Neera jomiye boshlo...

kichhukhkhon chhup kore theke Riya bollo,'Amake jiggesh korbe na kichhu?'

'Wine kha mushroom diye....enjoy the moment..'Neera darshonik er moto bollo..

'Tomake dekhle amar khub hingshe hoy...Ki moja y acho...'Riya bollo..

'Nodir epar kohe chhariye nishshash , oparete sorbosukh amar bishshash!!'Abar darshonik totto auralo Neera..

'Erokom  besh bhalo achho Neeradi....bhule o biye korte jeo na...' Riya bollo..

'Tor biye tekeni bole, amar o tikbe na tar kono mane to nei...'Neera abar ekta cigerette e tan dilo...

 Neera r mon ta khub i phurphur phurphur korche...

Gombhir hote giye o phik kore heshe phello Riya...

Heshe bollo,'Ta thik..'

'Bor er kache phire ja Riya,Eka thakte parbi na...'Neera bollo...

'Tumi to achho, ar besh bhaloi achho..'Riya uttejito hoye bollo..

Tarpor aste bollo,'A,ar ekta chakri dorkar khub..'

'Ke debe,toke chakri?' Neera bollo..

'Keno ekhane sobai to chakri korche,Ami pabo na?Ami to kortam age...Oshukher por...'

'Mushkil...Eto bochhor por notun kore kichhu paouya....Peta parish, kintu tarpor ki?'Neera boolo...

'Thakbo eka eka...'Riya bollo..

'Oto sohoj na...Dudin ei bore hoye jabi...Life ta ke jerokom picture korte chaichhish , serokom ghotbe na...'

'Ekhon je situation e achi , tar theke to bhalo?' Riya bollo..

'Na, bhalo na....Ekhon i tui bhalo achhish...Ami to Ayan er kono dosh dekhte paini ekhon obdi..' Neera bollo..

'Baire o seje thake orokom...Amake suffocate kore mare...Sarakhkhon amar sathe thakte chhay...Or nijer kono bondhu nei ...Tai amar bondhuder .....'Riya bollo..

'Eta kono somoshsha holo? Neera hashlo...'Mare na dhore na, Sathe thakte chay...Erokom bor pele to ami borte jetam re!!!'

'Tumi bujhchho na Neera di..Amar kichhu bhalo lage na....Mone hoy more jai...'Riya phyanch phyanch kanna suru korlo....

'Hya, more ja...Tate karur kono khoti hobe na, Tor o kono labh hobe na...Life goes on!!' Abar Neera Darshonik totto chharlo...

'Ami jani...Tobe bhoy peo na..Ami tomar bari thakbo na chhole jabo...'Riya chokh muchte muchte bollo...

'Amar barir dorja sob somoy i khola..Kotha ta seta noy...Kotha ta holo....'

Riya Neera r kotha shonar jonno Takalo or dike...

Neera kichhu bolche na dekhe bollo,'Ki?'

'Kothata holo, tui jar bhorshay ghor chharbi bhabchhish, se kintu tor hath dhorbe na..Karur bhorshay kichhu korish na..Tahole kopale dukhkho ache...' Neera bollo...

'Tai, na?' Riya chintito holo...

''Hya, tai...'Neera hashlo...

'Hashchho keno? ' Riya jiggesh korlo...

'Hashlam ejonno je, ami o karu r bhorshaye etodin biye na kore boshe achi...Tar to kono patta i nei...'
Ashol smoye sobai palaye....

'Tomar kotha onno..Tumi to jake chaibe take i pabe...'Riya bollo..

'Jake Take to chaichhichhina..ekjon ke i cheyechhi..Take i pelam na...'Neera ranna ghorer dike aro khabar ante gelo..

Riya o pechhon pechhon elo.

Bollo,' Tomar to koti koti boyfriend....Hya bolle line pore jabe biye korar jonno..'

'Boyfriend der biye kora jay ne...Tara hochche phor phun...'Bole i ho ho kore heshe uthlo Neera.

Riya o hashlo...

'Ei to meyer hashi phuteche..' Neera bollo.

'Tomar kotha sune hashi to pabe i...Ki je bolo na..' Riya bollo...

'Na re sotti kotha bolchhi....eta i sotti...truth!!' Neera serious mukhe bollo.

'Ki sotti?' Riya proshno korlo.

Neera bollo,'Eta janbi, bor kokhon o boyfriend hoyna, ar boyfriend kokhon o bor hoy na..duto ke alada rakhbi...'

'Tahole tumi opekhkhay achho keno karur?' Riya jiggesh korlo.

'Se to boyfriend na....se holo dukhe sathi...'Neera bollo..

Riya bollo,'Ki je bolchho kichhu bujhchhi na...Taratri esho, wine golay dhali ektu, na hole kichhu mathaye dhukchhe na...'

Chicken kosha ja fridge e chhilo, seta niye giye abar dujone boshlo...

'Ta tomar dukher sathi biye korchhe na keno?' Riya chicken e kamor diye i bollo, 'Uuf ki jhaal..'

'Se joonoi to bollam, karur bhorhsaye theko na...postabe....biyer somoy sob polayon...bujhlen kichhu?'

'Ektu ektu bujhchhi..' Riya r golay hotashar sur...

'Ekta boyesher por, sobai khub practical hoye jay...Onko koshe jibon take sohoj formulay phela r chesta kore....'

Riya ke chup kore thakte dekhe Neera bollo,'Chup keno?'

'Tumi to khub chintay phele dile...'Riya aste aste bollo..

'Smart people thinks thru their head, not thru their heart...'Neera bigger moto gyan dilo....

Riya ke haste dekhe bollo,' hashchhish keno?'

'Ekta joke dekhlam aj....'

'ki?'

'Ekta meye bhogobaner kache bolche, ' Bhogoban amake ekta bojhdar/budhdhiman Boyfriend paiye dao...
Bhogoban: Bojhdar/Budhdhiman Boyfriend ra Girlfriend chaibe na....'
Dujone haha kore heshe uthlo..

 'Tahole je bole, follow yor heart?' Riya hashi thamiy bollo...

'Seta tennager er jonno....Oder brain ta kancha thake..Heart e onek josh thake....Dhakka kheye kheye heart ta dhre dhire weak hote thake...Tokhon Brain ta porinoto hoy....' Neera bollo...

Tao Riya chup ache dekhe bollo,' Ki bhabish eto?'

'Bhabchhi ki kori....' Riya bollo...

'Aaj rat ta ekhane i theke ja.....ratre wine kheye ar gari chalabar dorkar nei....'Neera bollo...

Copyright ....@Manidipa
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Un-truthfulness hurts

Miththyer Jaal...
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
04/04/2012
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Sokale uthiya ami mone mone boli, Saradin ami jeno bhalo hoye chholi....

Ghum theke uthei ei kobita ta mone elo.

Roj bhabe, aj ekdom bhalo meye hobe Jhuma....
Ek phonttao Deb er sathe jhogra korbe na...
Aj o ei kothatai bhablo....

Ajkal sarakhkhon i Deb er sathe jhorga ....
Biyer mote tin bochor o jay ni  er i modhdhe ei somoshsha..
Kothay kothay jhogra, uthte boste jhogra, khete emon ki sute o jhogra..

Bichanar kon side e ke shobe tai niyeo jhogra.
Chottobela theke Jhuma ba dhare shuye asche...
Biyer por theke Deb keo naki ba dhare i shute hobe.
Keno?

Sasuri ke jiggesh kore dekheche, biyer age Deb er e dhoroner kono baynakka chhilo na...

Paye pa lagiye jhogra korar jonnoi jeno Deb oi pashei shobe...

Roj rate jhogra, thelatheli, kono kono din hathahathir porjaye chhole geche...

Sosursasuri nirbikar.
Sasuri headmistress...Bhorbelay school e beron,bikele eshe khata dekhte boshe jan.

Sosur moshai retired.
Bhorbela jogging e jan,
phire eshe dudh kheye golf khelte beriye jan.
Sondhe te phire, kheye deyei tash khelte jan.

Sasuri o khata dekha sesh kore bangla serial sesh kore, opore ghumote jan.

E barite keu karur sathe kotha bole na.
Sobai je jar nijer moton.

Jhuma abar kotha na bole thaktei pare na...
Kotha bolte gele Deb er hu ha uttore Jhuma jay rege.
Byas abar jhogra suru.

Sasuri r kache gelo Deb er name complain korte.
Sasuri khata theke mukh tule choshmar phank diye takiye bollen,'Biye korar age e niye bhaba uchhit chhilo Bouma, Ekhon bhebe labh ki?'
'Tokhon to apnar chhele etoi gogogodo je....'e porjonto bolar por sasuri r bhrukuti dekhe ar kotha beroy ni mukhe.
Sasuri bollen,'Tomader personal byapare ami thakte chai na. Professional help nile nite paro.
Bole i khatar bandil niye ghore giye dorja diten.

Nijer chhele ke ma sashon korte parena?
Bairer loker help nile ar ki hobe?

 Tao Professional help kothata mone dhorlo Jhumar....

Ekbar se chestao kore dekha jak.....

Bandhobi Leena hochche Pschichology na kise honours na PhD ki jeno....
Ki sob counselling kore tore.
Lokke gyan dey.
Lokera or gyan shoneo, abar taka o dey.

Leena ke dhorlo phone e.
Jhuma bollo,'Leena kemon achish, tor kache ektu jabo, help er dorkar...'
Leena jiggesh o korlo na keno, ki byapar.
Bollo 'Chole ay, bikel panchtay..'

Giye dekhe Leena r bishal office.
Dhuktei daroan bollo,'Kothay jaben?'
Khatay nam thikana lekhalo.
Jiggesh korlo appointment ache kina.
Bollo ache...
She byata khata dekhe bollo nei.
Jhuma khub rege giye bollo,'Leena madam ke jiggesh korun'.
Darouyan bollo,'Onake birokto kora jabe na.'
Onek koste ponchash taka ghush diye Leena ke phone e pelo.
Leena aste bollo.
Abar dhuktei secretary eshe nam thikana neouya suru korlo.
Tarpor Consultation fees dite bollo Arai hajar taka..'
Facial korar taka ta Leena ke dite holo...

Jak ge onek kath khor puriye ghonta khanek wait korar por Leena Debi daklen.
Ekjon supurush bhodrolok berolen or ghor theke.
Tar sathei etokhkhon alochona chilo bodhhoy important.

College e phanki na marle Jhuma r o erokom office hoto.

Bhodrolok berote Leena interview neouya suru korlo.

Eto boro office e du hajar panchsho ponchanno taka diye samanno jhograr kotha bolte Jhumar kemon jeno lojja korlo.
Leena jiggesh korlo,'Ki hoyeche?Marital trouble?'
Omni phosh  kore Jhuma bole boshlo 'Hya'.
Kono i dorkar chhilo na.
Jhograr gurutto barate ektu Marital problem e jor dilo.

Leena jiggesh korlo,'Nishchoy extra marital affair?'

Setateo ghar nariye hya bole dilo Leenake.

Leena ek jholok or dike takiye bollo,'Nishhoy tor bor er, tor to hobe na bojhai jachche!!!'

Khub rag holo kothata shune Jhuma r.

Ajke tarahuro y berote giye seje aste pareni, tai bole extra marital affair keno hote parbe na or?

Rege giye bollo,'Na, amar husband er kono dosh nei, amar i ekjoner sathe...'

'Tor?' Bolei jeno Leena phik kore hashlo...

Leena ke dekhe khub rag hochche....

Kalo coat, pant pore, chul ta sundor kore khnopa kora, khub i sundor lagche Leena ke.
Phit Phat..koto boro chakri kore.....
Jhokjhoke office, facial kora chehara....
Tar pashe nijeke kemon bhikhiri mone hote laglo Jhumar nijeke.....

Choti photphotiye, chul na anchriye, baje saree pore chole eseche....

JAi hok, bollo,'Ami khub i problem er modhdhe iye achhi, dekhei bujhte parchhish....Ki bhabe esechi...'

Leena bollo,'problem kiser?'

Jhuma tokhon jordar golpo banachche, 'Biyer por, Deb er sathe bonibona hochchilona...Tai college er bondhu Raj er kache gechhilo help chaite....Golpe golpe prem..Ekhon Raj boleche oke biye na korle o suicide korbe.....Tai Jhuma help chaite eseche...

Leena bollo,'Amader college er Raj?Hya, tora to bhalo bondhu chhili, kintu or to sundori girl friend chhilo..Take phele tor kache elo?

Jhuma khub uttejito hoye bollo,'Hya, oke chherei amar kache eseche?Any problem?

Leena ke ragte dekhe bollo,' Thik ache next din Raj ke aste bol, amra tinjon mile discuss kore dekhi...

Bolei Leena jabar jonno uthe daralo...

Jhuma bollo,'Raj to parbena aste, o to nei ekhane..'

'Ke bollo,aj i dekha holo...O to parar morer baritei thake amader...'

Ki je jhamelay porlo Jhuma.....

Bollo,'Tui ki bari jachchish?'

Leena bollo,'Na ekta client er party ache, Taj Bengal e jachchi...'

Jak bancha gelo...

Doure beriye Jhuma taxi te chhore soja Raj er bari elo....

Raj bari nei....or ma bollen, deri hobe Raj er phirte...

Or mar kach thke Raj er cell number niye phone korlo...

Bollo,'Raj, khub dorkar, ashbi ekbar?'

Raj bollo,'Who is this?'

'Jhuma, college er....'

'oh I see, Can I call u back?' bole phone rekhe dilo Raj..

Ke jane, kono meeting e bodhhoy chhilo..

Jhumar moton boshe to ar keu nei.

Nijer opore i kemon ghrina jonmalo...

Soja mall e giye, Deb er credit card diye sundor dress kinto...

Juto , handbag o kinlo....Designer shopping korlo...

Tarpor parlor e giye sajte boshlo...

Deb er phone ashlo,'Kothay tumi?'

Jhuma-'Tomar jene labh?'
Deb-'Mane?sohoj jobab nei sohoj kothar?'
Jhuma-'Ache, bolbo na'
Deb-'Keno?
Jhuma-'Boyfriend er sathe cinema dekhte'
Deb-'Boyfriend age hok, tarpor na hoy jeo.'
Jhuma-'Amar boyfriend thakte parena? Keno shuni?'
Deb-'Prithibite ekjon i gordhob ache, she ami'
Jhuma-'Ar kichhu bolbe?'
Deb-'Na'
Jhuma-'Thanks, phirte deri hobe'
Deb-'Amar o'
Jhuma-'Tumi kothay jachcho?'
Deb-'Office party ache.'
Jhuma-'Kothay?'
Deb-'Taj Bengal e....'.
Jhuma-'Ki sorbonash, darao ami jabo...'
Deb-'Sorbonash keno?'
Jhuma-'Ami jabo...'
Deb-'Cholo, tomar jonnoi to boshe achhi...'
Jhuma:Ami to Citi centre er parlor e, tumi amar pickup kore nebe?'
Deb:'Thik ache, half an hour e aschi..'

Tokkuni abar Raj er phone elo.

Raj:Ki re phone korechhili?'
Jhuma:'Toke khub dorkar....Tor office to Salt Lake ei...Citi Centre e aste parbi?'
Raj:'Half an hour de?'
Jhuma:'Na na half an hour deouya jabe na, Deb ashbe...Tar agei aste hobe'
Raj:'Deb ashle ki hoyeche?'
Jhuma:'Na,amake Taj bengal e jete hobe..'
Raj:'Toh?Problem ta ki?'
Jhuma:'Lokhkhi shona, taratari aay...ekbar..ele bolchii..'

Dosh minuter modhdhe i Raj elo.

Citi centre er cha er dokane dujone boshlo..

Raj:'Ki hoyeche?'
Jhuma:'Toke amar sathe prem korte hobe..'
Raj:'Seki, Deblina to amake mere i phelbe..'
Jhuma:'Sotti sotti na, miththye miththye...'
Raj:'Mane,keno?'
Jhuma:'Toke amar Boy friend seje ek jaygay jete hobe, giye bolbi, tui amake biye na korte parle suicide korbi..'

Kothata sune Raj Ho Ho kore heshe matite goriye i porlo...

Jhuma:'Hasish na Raj, amar somoy nei...Deb eshe jabe....Jabi bol?'
Raj:'Kothay?'
Jhuma:'Leena r office e...'
Raj:'Aaribbas!!Leena amar prothom prem...hya hya jabo...Kobe? Aha ki dekhte mairi..'
Jhuma:'Keno ami ki kharap?'
Raj:'Na tui kharap na, tobe jhakkas na...Tor sathe prem kora jay na....Barir bou kore ana jay!!'
Jhuma:"Thik ache, bou kore i anish, e kothatai Leena ke bolbi...Bhab korbi,tui amar preme gogogodo.....

Dur theke Jhuma dekhte pelo Deb asche...
Taratari Raj ke chhole jete bollo...
Raj o ekebare godogodo hoye oke joriye dhore gale thokash kore ekta chumu kheye phello...

Ki kelo!!
Deb to dekhlo...
Jhuma r to hath pa pete sediye jachche...
Raj, 'Bye sweety bole chhole gelo.'

Ekhon to Raj ke prem korte boleni...Leena r samne bolechhilo...

Eke Jhuma r ugro saj, Raj er chumu, bye sweety bola dekhe Deb khub rege ache bojha gelo...

Jiggesh korlo,'Ki byapar, tumi je bolle Parlor e?'
Parlor theke beriye college er bondhu Raj er sathe dekha hoye gelo...' Jhuma bollo..
'Ki rokom bondhu tomar?Citi Centre e chumu khay?'Deb onno dike takiye bollo.
'Or biye thik hoyeche kina Deblina r sathe tai anonde chumu khelo...'Jhuma r gola kath hoye asche kemon.
'Tomar bondhu Deblina?Je Tomar mashir  paray thake? Jiggesh korbo to, Amader office er building e pray i dekhi...'Deb er uttor..
'Ora to onekdin dhore i prem korche..biye to kortoi ekdin na ekdin...'Jhuma amta amta korche....

Kintu ...bole kichu bolte giye i Deb Jhuma r dike takalo..

'Takiye i jiggesh korlo, tumi hothath eto sejechho keno?Ami phone korar age to jante na party te jabo...'

'Ami to parlor ei chhilam, tarpor dress kine nilam....'Jhuma kotha khunje pachche na..

'Ponero/kuri minute e eto kichhu?'Deb er golay sondeher chonuya

'Na, emni i shopping korchhilam i....tarpor tumi bolle dekhe...'Jhuma ga hath pa thanda hoye asche jeno.

Taj Bengal e giye i Jhuma dekhte pelo Leena ke..

Dur theke 'Hi' bollo....

Leena jate Deb er dhare kache aste na pare, sarakhkhon Deb er gaye snintiye roilo Jhuma...

Deb majhe majhe i khub obak hoye takachche Jhuma r dike...Erokom Jhuma ke to kokhon o dekheni....

Bari phire i abar tumul jhogra...

Deb khub rege chhilo Jhummar kando karkhana dekhe....

Deb jiggesh korlo,'Nischoy tumi kichhu lukachcho amar kach theke..'

Jhuma o kichhute i shikar korte chailo na...Bollo,'Mote o na..Ki lukabo?'

'Tahole, oi cheleta tomake chumu khelo keno?' Deb bollo..

'Amader college e sbai sobai ke chumu khay...ota normal..' Jhuma jor golay bollo..

'Tai naki? Tahole kal Deblina kei jiggesh korbo...Kemon collge, jekhane chumu khaouya kono byapar na...'
Deb rage phunsche...

Jhuma ki bolbe bujhte na pere bollo,'Na, Raj amar khub close friend chhilo kina...tai hoyto...'

'Close?Koto close?Ami to sunini er age?'Deb ranna ghore dhuklo jol khete...

Porbi to por sasurir samne....

Jhuma kichhu bolar agei sasuri bollen,'Bouma, Kono Lawyer er farm theke tomar phone esechhilo...Kal sondhe bela jete boleche, bondhu ke niye.Bikel pachtay...'

Bole i Sasuri to chompot dilen..Abar Deb er proshner samna samni hote holo..

Jhuma r mone hochche ek chhutte opore giye ghore dorja bondho kore boshe thake...

'Kon Lawyer?Hothath keno Lawyer?Kon Bondhu?Ki hochche eshob?' Deb ke ragte dekhe Jhuma khub bhoy peye gelo...

Er age kokhon o serious jhogra hoyni...Eto rag o Deb er dekheni kokhon o...

'Ek bondhur marital problem chholche...Tai lawyer er kache gechhilam...'Jhuma pray kando kando ekhon...

'Kokhon gechhile?Mall e to chhile bolle..'Deb er sondeho aro garo hochche...

Jhuma bhablo, ekhon Deb ke sotti bole labh nei....Pore bujhiye santo korbe...

'Mall er age gechhilam...amar ghum pachche, pore kotha bolbo...' Bole Jhuma paliye banchlo..

Tao Deb er sondeho jayni..bole chhollo, 'Mall e to tomar bondhu mane Raj i chhilo....or to biye  thik hoyeche bolle..'

Dhora porar bhoye Jhuma soja bichanay suye porlo....

Deb ghore dhuke balish kombol niye bairer ghore sofay chole gelo..

Deb beriye jaouyate Jhuma chupi chupi Raj ke phone lagalo..

Phisphis kore bollo, 'Hello, Raj?'

'Kal panchtay tui ar ami Leena r office e jabo., bujhli?Ka bolechhilam, serokom bolbi..'Leena Raj ke bollo..

Raj khub utsaher sathe bollo,'Kemon Deb ke chomke dilam bol?'

'Amar matha' Jhuma rag korlo..

'Ki? bolchish, ektu jore bol...' Raj opash theke bollo...

'"jore bolle Deb sunte pabe....Tui amake chhumu khete geli keno?' kotha ta bolte na bolte i Jhuma dekhlo Deb bogole balish kombol niye abar ghore shute eseche...

'Kelor kirti...'...Jhuma promad gunlo....

Jhuma r montobbo sune abar Deb gotmot kore beriye gelo...

Jhuma Raj ke bole phone namiye abar shuye porlo....

Aj dinta sob dik diye i gondogol hochche...

Ki dorkar chhilo Jhumar miththye bolar?Sob ghete 'gho' ekebare....

Deb to bhoyonkor rege ache..

Professional help nite giye to bhari bipode porlo Jhuma...

Samanno jhogra ekhon oshamannoo jhogra y porinoto hote cholechhe....

Raj tar o kheye deye kaj nei....Oboshsho eo thik Jhuma i deke eneche..

Jhuma i sob gondogol pakiyeche....

Ashole sasuri r i dosh.....Professional help bolar ki dorkar chhilo?

Bolte parto nijerai nijeder jhogra mititye phelo.

Jhuma bhoyr bhoye guti guti paye Deb er kache gelo.

Pashe bostei, 'Birokto korona bole Deb jhanjhiye uthlo...'

Abar eshe ghore shuye porlo Jhuma..

Sararat ghum elo na...

Pordin Deb ekta kotha na bole office chhole gelo...

Jhuma thik ki korbe bujhte parche na.......

Sasuri ke bole labh nei...Abar ki poramorsho debe , aro ghente jabe..

Jai hok, boikele Raj ke niye abar Leenar kache gelo..

Leenake Raj bojhalo je o koto Jhumake bhalobashe...na hole more i jabe..

Leena o aro tin hajar takar poriborte Raj ke gyan dite thaklo, ki kore suicidal attempt komate hoy..

Jhuma sarakhkhon ekta kothao boleni..

Sarakhkhon kebol Deb er kothay bhabche...

Deb ke ki kore manabe...

Ghonta khanek kopchanor por, Leenar sathe dinner er date fix kore Jhuma ar Raj brolo Leenar office theke...

Ghor theke berotei, Deblina ar Deb ke dekhte pelo jhuma...

Tarpor ar kichhu mone nei Jhumar...

Gbhir ratre ghum bhangle dekhte pelo Jhuma haspataler room e suye ache....Samne Deb paychari korche...

Deb ke dekhei Jhuma bhoye kandte suru korlo...

Deb doure eshe Jhuma ke joriye dhorlo...

'Kendo na.....kendo na.....abar sorir kharap hobe...'Deb joriye dhore bollo..

'Tumi amar opore rag kore nei toh?' jhuma kandte kandte bollo..

'Areh, na re pagli...Raj sob boleche amader....Tumi ektu relax koro....

Jhuma aro jore Deb ke joriye dhortei dorja khule raj ar Deblina dhuklo....

hoi hoi kore Raj bollo,'Chol tahole biye ta seri pheli....'

Aro sokto kore Debke khamche dhorlo Jhuma...

Copyright...@Manidipa

Little Pain?

ektu byatha.
Bengali Short Story
By Manidipa Bhattacharya.
4/1/2012
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sara barite alo jolmol korche..
kichhukhkhon agei decorator ra neel light jhuliye diyeche...
Minudi daklo, 'ay ay buri,dekhe ja, ki sundor lagche,
barita jholmol korche...
ekhon phul diye sara bari ta sajachche..
sara barite lok jon. atmiyo sojon, gom gom korche...
Mastuto didira minudi, shiladi, didibhai sobai ek
soptaho agei chole eseche..
america theke shelly mashi o eseche ek gada jinish
niye..
shelly mashir chele Rintu ,Pintu o eseche...
Orao totto sajate help korche...
Ma majhe majhe chokh muchche....meyetar biye hoye
Americay chhole jabe..
Bar bar e kotha i bolche..
mashira santona dichche Ma ke jothariti...
Baba hiseber khata niye byasto..
kake ki taka dite hobe..e niye hiseb nikesh
sarakhkhon...
Ektu agei mar sathe ek prostho jhogra hoye geche
babar, beauty parlor er takar hiseb sune.
Ma ar chhoto pishi giye sholo hajar na choddo hajar
taka diye kolkatar nam kora beutician ke hire kore
eseche...
Takar onko ta baba janto na..Aj jante pere khub
ragaragi chollo ek prostho...
Goto satdin dhorei ami jachchi shei parlor e, nana
rokom skin, hair treatment chholche amar.
janla diye unki mere Joy ke khonjar chesta korlam...
Decorator der bojhachche, kothay kothay phul lagate
hobe...
Ek jolok opore takiye amake dekheo na dekhar bhan kore
abar kotha bolte laglo..
mone hochche jeno or i biye hochche...
koto dayitto...aha...
Rage ga jolche amar..
Chitkar kore bolte ichche korche, 'Keno tumi ekhane?
dur hoye jao tumi amar chhokher samne theke ,joy...'
kichukhkhon por por i amar chokh Joy ke khunjche...
Sobai notun jamai ke niye thaththa korche, amay
khepachche......kono kichui bhalo lagche na...
Golar kach ta dola pakiye asche...
chute giye opore, amar ghore dorja bondho korlam...
almari khule joy er deouya card , chiti niye
boshlam...
Beral er bachchata kui kui korche..
onno bachchatake, ma diye dilo mejo pishir chele ke...
holde chop chop beraler bachcha duto chhilo besh...
ektar pithe onnota chhepe dibbi khelto..
meye beraler bachchata, chhele beral tar ghare uthe
boshe thakto..
o byata o temni , kichu bolto na.
choh nuje boshe thakto..handa gongaram ekta.....
ekhon meye beral er bachcha ta , songi ke khonje, ar
kande...
joy er deouya erokom ekta beraler card
ache...Valentines day te diyechhilo...
seta dekhe du chokh beye kanna ashlo amar..
beraler bachcha ta ke kole niye card ta khule
porlam...
Ojhoshro card, sukno phul, kobitar pata....
sob kota niye ekta bakshe dhokalam.
egulo niye ki Americay jabo?
keno?
Joy to biye kortei raji holo na...
phul, card, kobita esob ki tahole?
bari theke jokhon sombondho dekha suru holo, tokhon
sob golpo i joy ke kortam..ple hint ditam..
ebar kichhu koro...
kothay ki?
Joy nirbikar....
Ekbar odhorjho hoye joy ke bole-o-chhi, 'Cholo amra
paliye jai kothao..'
Joy khali bolto,'ta hoyna...'
Keno hoy na Joy?
Amake chhara tumi ki bhalo thakbe?
Ami  to thakbo na...
Kar sathe kotha bolbo ami?kar sathei ba jhogra korbo?
Animesh er sathe biye ta ami ekprokar jor kore i
korchi...
Joy ke sasti debar jonno?
Joy ki sasti pabe, ami i to parchhina mene nite..
Chokher jole bhasachchi kintu kauke bolte pachhio na
se kotha..
Joy o jemon keno nirbikar.
Ektuo kosto hochche na tomar Joy?
Biyer kormokorta hoye amari  biye dichcho tumi?
Card er baksho ta niye,Joy er mathay giye marte ichche
hochche amar...doram kore ek bari..
sob jak khan khan hoye jak...
et card...keno?Kiser jonno tobe egulo diyechhile?
Ami to sotti bhebe boshe chhilam.
Sibratri r pujo te joy er name pujo ditam..emon ki tv
SERIAL dekhe, 'karwa chouth' o palon krtam... ja ja
kore ekjon bibahita mohila, sob i Joy er kotha bhebe
kortam....joy kei bor hisebe mene niyecchhilam ami...
ta na, ami onno ar ekjon ke biye korte cholechhi?
ar mote baro ghonta por?
Joy abar esob pujo achha patta dito na.
Sunteo chaito na......Paglami bole uriye dito.
bolto, 'egulo tomar sokher khela'
kintu tumi amay bolo, joy, ono kauke ki kore mene nebo
ami?
joy er uddesshe ekta proshno dilam chhure...
Animesh er sathe i biye hochche amar..or sathe cinema
y gechi, roj i phone e kotha bolchhi..
chheleta khub i bhalo....
e koydin pray protidin Animesh eseche..amra  baire o
gechi dujone.
Joy er samne i gechhi...jodi ektu jealous feel korano
jay, joy ke..
animesh er sathe cinema ba restaurant e geleo, mon
pore thakto joy er phone call er jonno...
Mon ta ekhon o pore ache Joy er kachche....
Animesh er kotha bhebeo kharap lage..or sathe jodio
swabhabik  banormal i hobar chesta kortam...tobuo..ki
jeno ekta missing link chhilo...
e biyete ami chaara, barir sobai khushi..
joy er sathe biye hole eto khushi hoto kina ke jane..
othochho, joy baba mayer dan hath...
'joy, eta korte hobe, okhane jete hobe...'ma babar,
joy ke chara chole i na...
e barir puro dayitto i joy er...
ma baba , joy chhara ek muhurto chholte pare na...
Biyer dayitto o joy er...
meye sukhi holo ki na holo, ma babar matha byatha
nei...borolok jamai, IIt e engineer, bidesh e
thake...byas , e tuku tei khushi...
Central Govt er chakri kora Joy, tar kodor keno hobe?
Baba ki ekbar bolte parto na joy ke, 'Amar meyetake
biye koro joy, meyeta je bachbe na ...'?
ma o ki bojheni meyer kosto?
kiser ma tobe tumi...?
hau hau kore kandlam kichhukhkhon..
holde beralchhana tao kui kui kore kandlo amar
sathe...
baire doram doram dorjay kora narar sobdo...
Animesh er phone.
kotha bolte ichche korchhilo na...
tao bollam,'hello..'
'Areh, mon khrap neno?ami to thakbo sarakhkhon tomar
pashe..'Animesh hoi hoi kore uthlo phone e...
'na thik ache..oi ektu...' bollam ami..
joy ke aste dekhe kotha bondho  holo amar, gola o buje
elo..
ki sundor dekhachche joy ke kalo panjabi pore..
ek bandobi ke diye special order e baniyechhilam
punjabi ta..Joy er jonno..
kalo porle joy ke bhari bhalo dekhay...
mone hochche chhutte giye joriye dhori joy ke...
bheja chokhe joy er dike takalam ami..
'Areh,purono boy friend er jonno mon kharap koro na...
notun boyfriend er dike takao ebare........'
aro koto ki Animesh phone e bole jete laglo...
ami ek dristi te joy er dike takiye achhi...animesh er
kotha kanei jachche na.
'kichu bolbe tumi joy?'
amar proshnobachok chehara dekhe joy amake isharay
bollo,' kichhu na'...
bolei abar niche neme gelo...
Animesh kichhu jiggesh korchhilo amay...Amar or sathe
kotha bolte bhalo lagchhilo na temon...
'ki holo, bolle na je tumi?' opash theke Animesh
jiggesh korlo..'
'hya, mane kkki?' amar chhokh khujche joy ke...
ekbar jodi joy er sathe kotha bolte partam...
boltam,'chholo na kothao paliye jai?'
joy bolto,'na na she hoyna..'
'keno hoy na joy?'
'tomay bole labh nei, tumi bojho na kicchhu...'
joy er e kothar uttore ami bolbo,'ami bujhte chai o
na...e tuku bujhi, tomake chara ami to bhabtei sikhini
kichhu..'
kake i ba bolbo?
ke i ba sunche....?
Animesh ke bollam, 'niche dakche, ekhon rakhi, pore
kotha bolbo..'
phone ta rekhe, doure giye joy ke daklam..'ekbar
ashbe?'
'ashchhi, du minute....mistir order ta kore
ashi...ekhon o elo na..'
======
biye ta hoye i gelo...
jabar age airport e ekta card joy ke dilam...bollam,
'dekho, beralchhana ta ke eka chhere dile, kothay jabe
o ekhon?'
card ta peyechhilam ekta dokane kodin agei...thik ekta
holde baralchhanar card...
card ta dekhe ektu hashlo joy....bollo,'onno
baralchhana ta ki janto, eto kosto hoy?'
Plane er security check er final announcement
holo...Animesh eshe bollo,'cholo, ar deri korle, plane
ta miss hoye jabe...'
....
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Punishment

Golper Jorimana

Bengali Short Story
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
3/14/2012
====================
‘Dekhi dekhi ki golpo likhchho abar?’Doure eshe Abir khatata tene nilo amar…

Ami na na bola sotteo, khata khule pora suru korlo….

Last time o emni dhakkadhakki te amar ager khatatai chhinre dubhag hoye gechhilo.

Tai ebare ar khata tanatani korlam na.

Golpota egochhilo khub joghonno bhabei.

Porei Abir er khyak khyak ga jalano hashi suru hobe.

Porar I ba or dorkar ta ki bujhina.

Amar khatay e ami likhchhi, seta tomar porar eto agroho keno bapu?

Nije lekhona.

Ami to desh potrikay chhapate jachchina.

Ar geleo ora chhapabena.

Ekbar chesta kora hoyechhilo, ‘Rejected’ bole pherot elo.

Setateo Abir er ki hashi.

Sudhu Abir na, barir lok sobar I hashi…

‘Hi hi hi hi…’ Golpe peyeche moharani ke..’

‘Ore age bangla ta sekh bhalo kore…’Bhai bolechhilo.

Omni didir phoron, ‘Hya ekbar banglay tin peyecchilo….’

Ma bole boshlo,’ Thik somoy bachcha kachcha hole ar golpo likte hoto na becharar…’

Kotha theke ki, bachcha na hobar sathe golpo lekhar ki somporko?

Abir tao hoyeche temon, oder dole giye bhireche..’

Tomar sosur bari, eto golagoli kiser?

Ami to amar sosur sasuri r sathe oto golagoli kori na..

Parot pokhkhe odike pa I maraina.

Sasuri r uthte boshte khonta, ‘bachcha nei, songshare mon nei, sindhur pore na, pant shirt pore….barir bouer jonno.lojjay matha kata jay’….ghanor ghanor bhanor bhanor….

Infaact jei golpo ta reject hoyechhilo, seita eisob niyei likhechhilam.

Sasurir ottachare jorjorito grihobodhur dukhkher kahini.

Seita emon rastro hoye gelo, je sasurir kaneo chole gelo.

Kemon kore jani golpo ta poreo nilo.

Tarpor theke oi barite amar gonjona aro bere gelo.

Barir sonman dhulote mitiye dilo ghorer bou.

Sosur moshai amar favor ei thaakten etodin, golpo pore tinio kotha bolen na.

Ekdin giye bolechhilam,’ Kaku….’

Omni khyak ,’ Ami tomar kaku noi, baba bolle bolo, na hole bolo na…’

‘Ami to sob somoy kaku I bole esechhi, ekhon hothath….Baba..mane, bolata…’

‘Shono bouma, biye hoyechhilo jokhon, tokhon tomar kuri bochor boyesh chhilo, ar ekhon chollish..’

‘Hya mane kuri bochor biye hole to….’

‘Buri boyeshe kaku kaku deko na, loke hashe…’

Bolei uni chole gelen pasher ghore..

Opash theke Sasurir phoron, ‘Boyesh tai bereche boumar, budhdhita bare ni…Chhelepule na hoye bhaloi hoyeche…Bhogoban ja koren……..’ choltei thake….

Sob chaite mojar byapar holo, barir lokerao amar against e kotha bole.

Ma giye sasuri ke bole,’Tokhon I bolechhilam didi, amar meyer sathe chheler biye deben na………’

Sasuri bolen,’Tokhon ki ar jantam bon, bhebechhilam ekmatro chheletar ekta sundor bou anbo ghore..’

Ma – ‘ Meye amar sundori, kintu budhdhita pakeni..Jonmer somoy golay nari joriye gecchhilo kina, sei theke…’

Sasuri –‘Jak, dukhkho kore ar ki korben bon?Kopal to pureche amar i….Eo chhilo amar kopale..’

Bolei uni kanna joren…Amar ma o songe gola melan..’ Bhogoban amakei emon meye dilen Didi…’

Jachchole!!!

Golay nari jorale budhdhi pakena, ke je ma ke ei funda dey!!

‘Ha ha ha ha..ho ho ho ho…’ golpo pore Abir marai jachche ekebare….

‘Ki likheche dekhi, ‘,Didi ar bhai kon khan theke doure elo… .Abir er hasi sune.

‘Premika Premik ke chhere dur bideshe chhole geche, nijer career er unnoti r jonno…Premik dukhkhe jamar hatay chhokher jol mochhe…Premika thandar deshe, tai leper tolay ghumay….’

‘Ei holo golper chhiri….hahahaha…..pete khil dhore gelo’….Abir haste haste suyei porlo matite…

Abar likheche dekho, sob choritro kalponik, jibito ba mrito bekti r songe mil nei kono…’ Bolei bhai hese hese Didi ke bollo,’or I mota mathar kolpona prosuto golpo….ek piece e golpo hoy erokom’

Didi bollo,’Bhalo bhalo golpo por borong..ki bhabe golpo likhte hoy sekh…’

Thakurghor theke ma bollo,’Jonmer somoy onekhkhon kandeni meyeta, taite sob gondogol holo’….

Aschorjyo lok baba era….

Chitkar kore bollam, ‘Nijera ek line likhe dekhao na bapu…onner somalochhona kora sohoj’

Amake chotte dekhe Abir bollo,’Aha chhoto keno?hashle ayu bare…Eto dukhkho prithibite, tar modhdhe tumi amader anondo dao…’

‘Eta dukhkher I golpo…’Chokh phete jol ashlo amar.

Amake kandte dekhe bhai taratari ek botol pepsi niye elo.

Bollo,’ne ne pepsi kha, matha thanda hobe..’

Didi bollo,’Or mathay jol de borong, paglami bereche……..’

Ma bollo,’Pet gorom hoyeche bodhhoy, duto nux er guli de oke…’

Eshob sune amar kanna bondho hoye gelo….

Mathata jha kore gorom hoye uthlo..

Ei barir lokguloke uchit sikhkha deouya dorkar…

Emon kichhu kore dekhabo ja dekhe sobar tak lege jabe…

Jemon bhaba temon kaj.

Ki kora jay?

Nach sekha jak borong.

Computer khule boshlam.

‘How to dance’ er lesson neouya jak..

Dorja bondho kore, computer er dike takiye pose debar chesta korte laglam…

Omni bibhotsho chitkar, Putir mayer….’Oh mashima, dekho dekhi, didimoni kemon korce…’ Janla diye amar nacher mudra dekhe phelate Putir mayer chitkar…

Sara para janlay joro hobar age janla bondho korte gelam.

Ebar dorjay doram doram bari….

‘Dorja khol, dorja khol, amra ar keu toke kichhu bolbo na…’ baire Didi, Bhai er gola pelam….

Abir taratari lohar rod diye janla bhangte boshlo…

Ami seta ter petei, ki korbo bujhe uthte na pere khater tolay dhukte gelam….

Ondhokare dekhte na peye, khater niche rakha bonti te amar hath kete gelo onekta…

Chhotobelay nari joriye jabar karonei kina janina, golgol kore rokto pora suru holo…

Dorja janla bhenge sobai jokhon ghore dhuklo tokhon amar rokte bhasha hath dekhte pelo..

Tai dekhe Putir ma soho amar mayer mora kanna suru holo…’Ore amar sundor meyetake mere phello re, jamai ta…’

Sune Abir thotomoto kheye geleo amar bhari anondo holo..

Didi amake joriye dhore kanna suru korlo,’Amar bonti, chhotto bonti ..’bole..

Bhai Abir ke bokaboki suru korlo,’Sob somoy eto hasha hashi korona nijer bou ke niye…’

Pasher bari theke Sosur Sasuri o doure elen..

Sasuri bollen,’ Kandben na bon, sob I amar chheletar dosh..Meyetake konno sukh dite pareni’

Sosur bollen,’Kannakati thamiye ambulence dako, daktar er kache niye chholo..Amar Meyetake banchao….

Sokoler bhalobasha dekhe amar hashio pachchilo..kintu tao motka mere pore roilam..

Keu keu amake joler chite diye, juto sukiye gyan pheranor chesta korte laglo.

Bakira totokhkhone amar seba susrushay mon diyeche….

Daktar daka holona kenona tate police case hote pare ei bhebe…

Bhaloi holo tate, daktar ele ami jhamelay portam.

Gyan pherar bhan kortei sara barite sonkho ulu baja suru hoye gelo..

Keu gorom dudh to keu sondesh, mukher kache ene dite laglo..

Ami aar chokhe Abir ke khonjar chesta korte laglam….

Dekhlam, becharaa ghorer ek kone kanchhu manchhu mukh kore kemon dariye ache.

Sahosh kore amar kacheo aste parche na..bechara!!

Dekhe bhari dukhkho holo..

Sobaike bollam, ektu ghumate chai…’

Sobai beriye jete jete Abir keo daklo…

Abir ke bollam,’Amar matha ta ektu tipe debe?’

Amar kache ashar sujog peye Abir er mukhta jol jol kore uthlo…

Abir mathay hath rakhtei chholochholo chokhe bollam,’ Amar kichhu hoyni..’

Abir amar mukhe hath rekhe bollo,’ Ar kotha noy…Ektu aram koro, ami mathay hath buliye dichchi….



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Eight Fifty Bus

Atta Ponchash er Bus ta
Benglai short Story
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
3/12/2012
====================

'Ei shono na chholona kothao berate jai?'
'Kono dorkar nei...Pitla sokh'
'Keno ek bar o ki kothao jete parina?'
'Na, jeta parina byas parina,Further sunte chai na'
'Ki paro tumi?Dosh bochhore ekbar o kothao niyegele na, Kajer kaj to kichhui parona'
'Boshe achho keno? Chole jetei paro'
'Parii to..Golar kanta ber korte parbo jedin,sedin i berobo'
'Berole berobe, ami deke anbo se asha koro na'
'Asha korbo tomar kache?Ekta goyna, valentine e phul, jonmodine card.....asha onek i korechhi etokal...kichhu peyechhi?
'Jao na, je chhele tomar jonno Valentines day te phul niye boshe thakbe tar kache jao'
'Du taka to phuler dam, seta te tenar poisa nosto..tar bodole gada taka khoroch kore amar cell phone na dileo chholto..'
'Phone to du bochor use korte parbe, phul to ek din porei sukiye jay.'
'Ekdin holeo ghotona ta mone rakhtam...ektao to mone rakhar moto ghotona nei amader'
'Age to onek phul, card diyechhi, segulo mone rekhechho? Rakhoni..Khamokha opatre diye labh ki?'
'Hya ami to opatro?Patri ta ke suni?Shei lal salwar pora mohila ti, jar sathe ghontar por ghonta adda chhole?
'Tumi abar ,jhogra chhara kotha bolo naki ?
'Ar bakira?Tenara ki modhur bani shonan naki?'
'Tomar jene labh?Tomar bus er soho jatri r sathe kotha bollei paro...Sokal atta tei jar phone ashe.'
'Sokal attay phone ashe, bus dhorbo kina jante...Tomar to saradin sararat i phone baje
'Ami to korina'
'Kotha to bolo dekhi ghontar por ghonta...'
'Keu kotha bolle bolbo na keno?'
'Dine hazar ta phone keno ashe, amar bonjhir dubochhorer bachchao bole debe.
'Tomar bonjhir bachchao nischhoy tomar motoi kutil...tai..'
'Ami kutil?Ar tumi?dhouya tulshi pata?'
'Ami to kharap i, ami to bolini ami dhouya na adhoya tulshi'
'Disgusting!tomar sathe thaka jay na'
'Theko na, bolini to thakte.'
'Berobar opekhhay thako, tai na?Jate a ekjon dhukte pare'
'Karur sathe korar kichu ichche thakle,lukiyei kora jete pare'
'Tai koro,Korechho o bodhhoy.....Amar samnei jokhon eto prem, Arale na jani ki chole rashleela'
'Ja bhabte chao,bhabtei paro..extreme level e mathar gondogol'
'Hya,ta to botei,mathar gondogol na hole ar tomar case ta dar korabe ki bhabe?'
'Oh, er modhdhe abar case o chole elo? Bah chomotkar'
'Hya, ashbei to...Tole tole plan chholche bodhhoy..'
'Kato to ebar,onek sunechhi, boro boro boktobbo.......'
'Tahole i to tomar subidhe, joto mukh bondho rakhbo.'
'Stupid er moto kotha gulo sunte hoyna tahole'
'Shunte hobe na, thako eka eka...'

Dum dam ghor theke beriye giye onno ghore doram kore dorja bondho korlo Pritha.
Rojkar er ei kothopokothon chhole Rajat er sathe.
Sesh hoy doram kore dorja bondho diye...

Rage ga gir gir kore jolchhe Prithar.
Rajat ar Prithar durotto kromei bere jachche Pritha bujhte parche.
Chesta kore biyeta tikiye rakhar, kintu kichhutei hochchena.
Ei kotha shei kothar seshe sei ek i porinoti ghote.
Ki je kora uchhit, Pritha bojhe na.
Kuke bolteo parena e kotha.
Barite bolle, babar pressure bere jabe.
Mar kanna suru hobe.
Didi bolbe, 'besh hoyeche, bolechhilam na korte oi chheletake biye korte.'
Barir sobar omote i ekprokar jor korei biye korechhilo Pritha Rajat ke.
Womaniser bole Rajat er ekta bodnam chhilo college e..
Jokhon ora prem korto college e, barir sobai janto se kotha.
Bhai oke bibhinno somoy bibhinno meyer sathe dekheche bolto eshe barite.
Bondhu bandhob sobai bolechhilo, 'Ei biye ta korish na Pritha.'
Toder mentality alada.
Echara Rajat songsar korar moton chhele i na.

Pritha o jed kore biye korlo Rajat ke.
Infact Rajat er o ichche chhilona biyete.
O nijei bolto ami kintu  marriage material na....Amake biye kore kono labh nei tomar.
Kintu chhokher jol, emotional blackmail kore motmat Rajat ke raji koriyeichhilo.
Labh je kichhu hoyni, dosh bochore Pritha bujheche ekhon.

Tokhon mone hoyechhilo, Rajat ke na pele banchai jabe na.
Ekhon mone hoy, tarahuro na korlei hoto.

Office er chhele bondhura kingba sokal aat ta ponchash er bus er sohojatri bondhuti ke besh bhaloi lage.
poytrish minute er bus er journey te sara bochorer jomano sukh dukhkher kotha share kore Pritha or sathe.
Dujonei aat ta ponchash er bus er jonno unmukh hoye thake.
Sohojatritir nam ti o janena.
Roj i bus e jete jete eta seta tuk tak    golpo theke alap, seshe bondhutto.
Dujonei onekbar nam jante cheyeche, tarpor nijerai decide koreche nam thak.
Benamii bondhutto thakuk ekta nahoy.
Er bondhutto Prithake Rajat er theke aro dure soriye dichche Pritha bujhte pare.
Kintu seta bujheo Pritha kichhu korte parena.
Bodrolok bibahito.
Obabngali.Hyderabad e bari.Chalri sutre edeshe.
Pritha neme jabar por du stop porei bhodroloker office.
Kon office setao jane,ki kaj kore tao jane.Phone number o ache.
Kintu sokal atta ponchash er bus chhara dekha hoy na oder.
Phone e ekbar sokale check kore ney dujon bus ta dhorte parbe kina.
Er baire dekha ba kotha hoyna.
Prithar ek ek somoy mone hoy take phone kore, or sathe prem kore.
Kintu phone er number dial kore o ,phone ta kore uthte pareni.

Lokta jodi bibahito na hoto tahole Pritha or sathei prem korto mone hoy.
Preme je ektu poreche, seta Pritha ektu bojhe.
Rajat er Prithar durotter phanke ei bhodrolok dhuke geche.
Rajat er sathe durotto komate hole eke ber korte hobe?
Kintu Rajat er o sei effort ta nei.
O to shei chirokaler chhonnochhra baundule i hoye thakbe.

Dosh bochore ekta bachcha ashle bodhhoy bhalo hoto.

Rajat to bachcha o chay ni.

Rajat ashole kono bondhonei abodhdho thakte chayni.
Prithai jor kore.
Seta bhul i korechhilo ekhon seta bojhe.
Dujone alada hoye gele hoyto dujoner subidhe.
Kintu eka eka Pritha korbe ta ki?
Shei bhodrolok to tar bouke chhhere Prithar kache ashbe na.
Ar ashlei bochhor doshek por sob somporko teto lagbe abar.
Abar dujoner durotte kono tritiyo bekti r abirbhab hobe.

Ei circle choltei thake bodhhoy.

Cha niye Pritha computer er facebook niye boshlo.

Kichhukhkhon narachhara kore bedroom e gelo.
Rat pray egarota baje.
Rajat bairer ghore phone e karur sathe.
Mukhe creme lagiye Rajat er kache jabe bhablo.
Pechhon theke joriye dhore ador korbe?
Kotodin Rajat ke ador o koreni.
Rajat o joriye dhoreni.
Pashapashi shuleo dujon dupash phire gumay.
Majhratre ghumer ghore hath lege geleo Prithar hath ta Rajat soriye dey.
Victoria Secret er ratribash ta Pritha porlo aj.
Jama ta Prithar jonmodine or i bandhobi kine diyechhilo.
Chul ta thik korlo.
Bolechhilo, Rajat er samne pore dekhish, o pagol hoye jabe.
Pagol ajkal oke dekhe Rajat hoyna.
Eksathe sejeguje berole o ekbar o Rajat bolena bhalo lagche.
Majhe sajhe Pritha jiggesh korle Rajat boleche,'Sarita unchu kore poro keno, Petta dhako, kinba Mota lagche.
Er beshi comment Pritha payni.
Ekhon ar jiggesh o korena.
Negative comment shonar cheye na shona bhalo.
Borong bus e uthlei ekgal hashi niye ekjon bole,'Looking pretty......kingba this color really suits you well..'
Majhe majhe bole,'you are so beutiful,your husband must be lucky to have you.'

Tai ki?

Mone hoyna.

Jai hok, gaye perfume ta ektu choriye Rajat er kache Pritha guti guti paye royna holo.

Perfume tao Victoria Secrets er.
Setao bandhobi r deouya.
Ektu chora gondho kintu bhaloi.

Rajat er kache jetei, phone ta kaner kach thke soriye Rajat bollo,'Amar deri hobe phone e, tumi shute jao..'
Pritha back kore bedroom er dike jete jete sunte pelo,' Ki chora gondher baje perfume lagiyecho, matha dhore gelo ekebare......'

Doram kore bedroom er dorja ta bondho korlo Pritha.

Copyright .....@ Manidipa

Why it happens?

Keno Emon Hoy..
Bengali Short Story
By Manidipa Bhattacharya...
3/10/2012
=========================
Kaj kommo sesh kore bohudin por abar Kona boshlo computer e golpo likhte .

Boshte na bostei kelo r kirti.
Wine dhalte giye glass tai oltalo carpet er opor.
Sada carpet e lal rong, ar uthbena mone hoy.

Songe songe Debur gola sunte pelo Kona.
'Jantam oltabei...bar bar baron kora sotteo...'
Chomke uthe pechhon phire takalo, keu koththao nei...

Buk ta mochor diye uthlo.

Ajkal pray i Debur kotha shunte pay Kona.
Loke chhole gele tobe tar kotha beshi mone pore?
Hobeo ba...
.
Eta seta niye jhogra legei thakto.
'Uuf baba, sarakhkhon tyak tyak tyak tyak koro tumi...' Kona bolto Debu ke.
'Ektu sabdhan hote ke baron korechhe?' Debu gor gor korto.

Hate thakto computer ba TV r remote.
Sarakhkhon nojor rakhto Konar dike.

'Tomar ar kono kaj nei.?Nijer kaj korona.Ami gelas oltalam kina, ki korlam, oto keno nojor?
Kona rege giye dumdam pa phele ghore giye dorja bondho korto.

Ajkal bondho dorja khulteo keu ashena.

Ma khali bolto,'Oto jhogra korishna Buri, Purush manush ke dhore rakhte hoy...' Chhar dilei paliye jay...'.
Tai ki Debu ta paliye gelo?

Ajkal wine holei mone hoy ekta cigerrette hole bhalo chhilo.
Debu r cigerette churi kore khete khete nesha hoye  geche kemon.
Debu janto na se kotha....

Cigerrette dhoriye abar golpe mon dilo...

Ektu chanachhur khaouya jak, Kona bhablo.

'Abar to majh rate uthe pet byathay konkabe.....' Abar Debu r niseshbani sunlo Kona.

'Uff Debu tumi jao.Amake ektu eka thakte dao.

Tumi to eka i Kona.

Sotti to, Kona to bohudin i eka.

Debu chhole jabar por, oneker sathei bonfhutto bhab bhalobasha hoyeche.

Abar biyeta kore uthte pareni Kona.

Debu bolto, '....' Ke jane ki bolto...

Sarakhkhon khali Debu r i chinta kore Kona.

Onek diner purono ekta Debu r chhiti aj hate porechhilo.
Porte porte chokhe jol eshe gechhilo.

Debu likheche,' Ekbar tomake dekhte chhute gechhilam..'

Se somoy Kona onek boro Shilpi..
Sarakhkhon nacher program..
Du charte cinemay o dak peyeche...
Charidike moumachhir moto purush manush ghirw thakto Kona ke.
Konar o bhaloi lagto thabokota...

Debu chhilo college life er bondhu...
Shooting er phanke rehearsal break e Debu ke dekhte peto.
Kona ekdin jiggesh korechhilo, 'Tumi asho keno?'
Tar uttore Debu ekta lomba chhiti likhechhilo.
Chhitita aj o ache..khali Debu i nei..

Eto taratari je Debu Chole jabe, Kona bhabeni..

Debuke taken for granted bhebe niyechhilo.

Debu to achei, thakbei, kothay jabe?

Kona r i somoy chhilo na Debu ke debar.

Biyeta korecchhilo thik i, Social Status er jonno.....'

Kona sarakhkhon nach, shooting shows esob niye i byasto thakto.

Debu badhao dito na, jeto o na songe..

Bolto, 'tumi enjoy koro.'

Majhe majhe Debu dabi korto,Aj ki ranna korle bolo?

Ranna korar somoy kothay tokhon?

Kajer mashi ke bole Kona beriye jeto.

Debu boshe thakto Dujone eksathe khabe bole.

Kona phirto rat kore.Eshe kheto ona kono din.

'Tumi kheye nao, ami khub tired' bole Kona ghore chhole jeto.

Sesher komash Kona aladai shuto.Boto ghumer disturb hoy....

Debu onno bedroom e shute chhole jeto.

Kono dabidaba Debr bishesh chhilona.

Kona i borong Debur khunt dhore berato.

Bondhu bandhob ele Debu ke niye hashahashi korto.

Debu hastom kokhon o Konar name kichhu boleni kauke...

Debu janto Kona r ducharte premik ache....
Tader sathe pray i Kona time spend kore, se kothao Debu janto.
Majhe sajhe bolar chesta korte Konar mukh jhamta chup kore geche.

Kothay gelo shei premikera?
Nacher program eo Kona ke keu dake na.
Cinemay ma mashir role e dake.
40 + manei ma kinba mashir role.Didima o hote pare.
Kona ar oi line e dhare kache pa maray na..

Debu chole jabar por thekei kemon depression e chhole gechhilo Kona..
Debu ke bhalobasto kona?

Bhalobeshe biye koreni etuku janto Kona.

Debu na thakate, boddo phanka phanka lage.

Chhelepuleo nei...Boddo ekakitte bhoge ajkal Kona...

Sontorpone gelas e abar wine dhallo.

Wine khaouyao Debu i dhoriyechhilo.

Ekhon ek botol wine niye Kona boshe sondhebela.

Debutao jano kemon?
Ekhon thakte parto.
Dujone boshe boshe wine kheto ar kotto golpo korto...

Age mone ache, Debu protidin sondhe belay candle jaliyw du gelas e red wine dhele boshe thakto.

Majhe sajhe Kona bosto wine niye.
Taitei Debu r ki phuti!!
Koto je golpo korto...
Konar mojai lagto dekhe..
Kintu proti ghontay cell phone receive korte hoto tokhon.
Ajkal to phone ta pray baje i na.\

Debu i charge kore rakhto...

Phone e aje baje text message o porto bodhhoy, ke jane...

'Why did u care so much Debu?Ami to parini etota bhalobaste...'Kona bhablo...

Tahole chhole gele keno Debu?

Ahole bhalobashar mane bujhte na bujhtei onek deri hoye gechhilo Kona r...

Bhalobasha mane chhlo saririk somporko Kona r kache...

Debur sathe saririk somporko na manoshik somporko ki chhilo Kona aj o jane na....

Jonmodin e card deouya , Phul deouya, konodin bholeni Debu,

Kona oboshsho ghota kore bondhuder deke party korto Debu r jonmodine....

Producer Director oneke asto.

Debu kgali bolto, 'amra dujon kothao berate gele hoyna?'

'Na, dujon boshe boshe bore hobo ami...'Kona khyak khyak korto.

'Ami to amar jonodine sudhu tomakei chai kona...Eto lok je amar bhalo lage na...'Debu bolto..\

'Tumi chup koro...Niloy da ke na potale, porer role ta Sayant i pabe, amr bodole...'ona bolto...

'Pak na Sayanti...Ekdin to ami tomake pete pari?' Debu tao Kona r mon bhejabar chesta korto.

''Na na..Sayati khub gaye pora meye.....Thik Niloy da ke potiye nebe...' Kona omni phone lagato Niloy da, aro onek dada ke...

Kona bhabar chesta kore bhulta kothay chhilo?

Jodi Debu r sathe thakto tshole ki o sukhi hoto?

modhdhobitto poribarer chhele Debu.

O cheyechhilo ekta ghoroya bou.
Je naki ranna korbe, oke khete debe, sondhe belay dhup deep debe.

Erokom meye to onek chhilo duniyay..
Konar kache eshechhilo keno tobe Debu?

Abar Debur chhitita porlo Kons....

Golar kach ta dola pakiye ashche Konar...

Wine er nesha chorche...

Ki uttor diyechhilo Kona chitjitar..?

probably uttor deyni.
Uttor debar proyojon mone koreni.
.Baje sentiment er somoy kothay chhilo Konar?

Ei part shei party, Dance club....khub i byasto thakto tokhon Kona.

Kono party tei Debu jeto na.

Baritei thakto.
Bolto, ''Buchki, tumi ele dinner korbo eksathe...'

'Buchki?' eta ki nam...?I hate that name......'Kona chitkar kore uthlo.

"Buchki,Buchki,Buchki,....ekshobar bolbo.....'KAner kache Kona sunte pachche...

Hospital er bed e, sesh kothatao ki Buchki i chhilo?

'I hate you, Mr Debojit Banerjee.....'

Aste aste computer ta bondho kotlo Koma..............Chokher jol ar badha manche na jeno.....

Keno emon hoy?

mailto:...........@Manidipa

Engagement Ring

Bengali Short Story: Hirer Angti.

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বাংলা ছোট গল্প:মণিদীপা ভট্টাচার্জ

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কলকাতা থেকে ফিরে এলে এই এক ঝামেলা।

ঘুমের সময় যায় পাল্টে । অসময়ে ঘুম । কাজ কম্মের সব বারটা বাজে।

ঘড়িতে সময় দেখল রীনা, ভোর চারটে ।

ফোন বেজে উঠল ক্যা ক্যা করে।

অসময়ে ফোন?

উফ, সেই লোকটা জ্বালাচ্ছে আবার। রোজ রোজ ফোন করে টাকা চায়।

কাল ছিল কুড়ি হাজার টাকা। আজ বলে চল্লিশ হাজার।

রীনা কেই কেউ ধার দিলে বলে ভাল।

বাড়ির mortgage, ছেলে মেয়ের কলেজ আর হোস্টেল এর পড়ার খরচ। শাড়ি, গয়না, গাড়ী, তেল...খরচের তো আর শেষ নেই।

রত্না কে বলছিল কাল, একটা বর এবার একটা খুঁজতেই হবে । বড়লোক হলেই ভাল। তাহলে রীনা চাকরি ছেড়ে নিশ্চিন্তে ঘরে বসে বাংলা চ্যানেল দেখবে দিন রাত।

রত্না বলল, পেলে ও ই আগে নেবে।

আজকাল ছেলেরা চালাক হয়ে গেছে। বিয়ে করতে চায়না।

উঠে চা এর চুপ নিয়ে ফেসবুক নিয়ে বসল রীনা।

আবার ফোন।

জ্বালাল তো লোকটা।

খ্যাঁক করার আগেই রত্নার গলা পেল।

‘কি রে, কাল রাত একটার সময় না ফিরলি? আবার উঠেছিস?’

‘ওহ, তুই?কি করব জেটল্যাগ ...‘

‘জেটল্যাগ না রঞ্জন কে দেখে মাথা বিগড়াল আবার?’

‘রঞ্জন আবার কে? চিনি না তাকে।তুই কি করিস ভোরে?‘

আরে আর বলিস না। একটা প্রেমিক যাও বা জোটালাম, তার মনরক্ষা করতে করতে প্রান যায় আর কি ।‘ রত্না হেসে উঠল ফোন এর ওপাশ থেকে ।

‘কেনরে আবার কি বলে বুড়ো সাহেব টা?’ রীনা ও হেসে বলল।

‘বয়েস এই বুড়ো । energy দেখলে আমি লজ্জা পাই।‘ রত্না বলল।

‘তোর ই বা কম কি? সারাদিন তো busy থাকিস।পাওয়াই যায় না তোকে।’রীনা বল্ল।

‘সে তো প্রেমিক জোটাতে ব্যাস্ত ছিলাম। এখন তো একটু আরাম করার কথা । তা না। ভোর এ উঠে ছোট যোগ ব্যায়াম করতে।‘ রত্না অভিযোগের সুরে বলে।

‘‘handsome millionaire’  ও চাই, আবার কষ্ট ও করবে না, তা কি করে হবে?আমাকে তো একটা জুটিয়ে দিলিনা’ রীনা বলে।

‘রঞ্জন এর ঘোর থেকে বেরো আগে। তারপরে কথা বলিস।‘

‘কি তখন থেকে রঞ্জন রঞ্জন করছিস বলতো? রঞ্জন এর কথা আমি মোটেও ভাবি না।‘

‘সেটা তুই নিজের মন কে বোঝা। রঞ্জন তোকে কোনদিন ই ভালবাসে নি।কেন যে তুই নিজের জীবন টা নষ্ট করছিস...’

‘নষ্ট আবার কি? বয়স তো অনেক হল। আর কটা দিন কেটে গেলে ই মুক্তি।‘   

 ‘মুক্তি পেতে হলে আগে রঞ্জন এর কাছ থেকে নিজেকে মুক্ত কর।‘

‘উফ, তুই সেই এক কথা বলেই যাবি । থাম না।‘ রীনা ক্লান্ত স্বরে বলল।

‘থামিয়ে ই তো রেখেছিস । কত ছেলে তোকে বিয়ে করতে চায়। একবার হ্যাঁ বল্লেই হয়ে যাবে।‘ রত্না বল্ল।

‘বিয়ে আমি করতে চাই না আর।‘ রীনা উত্তর দিল।

‘রঞ্জন কেও না?’ রত্না জিজ্ঞেস করল।

‘ওর কথা আলাদা।‘ রীনা আস্তে আস্তে জবাব দিল।

‘কেন?আলাদা কেন?’রত্না ছাড়বে না আজ মনে হল।

‘তোর বুড়ো সাহেব নিতে আসেনি এখন ও?’ রীনা কথা ঘোরালো।

‘এসে পড়বে, কথা ঘোরাস না ।কি আছে ওর?’

‘কিছু নেই বাবা। ওকে ভালবাসি । ব্যাস , এটুকু ই আছে । ‘

‘এক তরফা ভালবাসা হয়?’

‘না হলে কি করব? অ-ভালবাসতে তো পারব না।‘রীনা আস্তে আস্তে জবাব দিল।

‘ভাল বলেছিস। অ-ভালবাসা। হা হা। তিলে তিলে কষ্ট পেয়ে মর তুই।‘

‘চটিস কেন? কি করতে হবে বল না?’ রীনা বল্ল।

‘আমার সাহেব এসেছে। ঘুরে এসে কথা হবে। রান্না করে রাখিস। যোগ এর পরে খিদে পাবে খুব।

রত্না আসা মানে ই ডাল ভাত, আলুসেদ্দ, পোস্ত বাটা খাবে। সাহেব টা এলে  ঝামেলা। একে তো ইংরেজি তে কথা বলতে হবে।তার ওপর তার জন্য চিকেন, বীফ বা কিছু রান্না করতে হবে।কেন যে রত্না ওকে বিয়ে করতে যাচ্ছে। বয়স তো দ্বিগুণের ও বেশী।দুজনের কিছুই মিল নেই। এ লম্বা ও বেঁটে। এ মতা, ও রোগা। এ গায় তো ও নাচে।ছিল ভাল। আসলে দিব্যেন্দু র সাথে ছাড়াছাড়ি হবার পর থেকে ই রত্না বিয়ে করার জন্য পাগল হয়ে গেল। রত্নার সাথে সম্পর্ক চলা কালিন ই দিব্যেন্দু , রত্নার ই বান্ধবী মিলা র সাথে প্রেম করা শুরু করল। গতবছর দুজনে পালিয়ে গিয়ে বিয়ে ও করে নিল। রত্না ও তাই বিয়ে করতে ব্যস্ত হয়ে পড়ল।

দিবেন্দু কে ভুলতে কি ও পারবে? দশ বছরে ও তো রঞ্জন কে মন থেকে সরাতে পারল না রীনা। কোন ছহেলের সাথে মিশতে ও পারে না। বিয়ে তো দুরের কথা।

‘তোমার কি আমার কথা একবার ও মনে হয় না রঞ্জন?’ জানলা র দিকে তাকিয়ে রত্না ভাবল কিছু।

লিসা কে নিয়ে রঞ্জন তো সুখে ই আছে। লিসার মেয়ে কে ই দত্তক ও নিয়ে নিয়েছে।

কাল ও তিনজনে ই রবি র ছেলে র জন্মদিনে এসেছিল।

রীনা কথা বলেনি। রঞ্জন এর কাছ থেকে দূরে দূরে ই থাকছিল।

লিসা এসে কথা বলেছে।

লিসা র মেয়ে টাকে ও আদর করেছে।

রত্না আবার রেগে যায় । বলে ‘ তোর আবার আদিখ্যেতা করে কথা বলার কি দরকার?’

‘লিসার ওপর রাগ করে কি লাভ?’ রীনা হাসে।

‘তোর কাছ থেকে রঞ্জন কে নিয়ে নিল, তাও তোর রাগ হয়না?’ রত্না বলে।

‘কেউ কাউকে নিতে পারে না। যে যাবার সে চলে যাবে ই। সে কোন দিন আমার ছিল ই না।‘

রঞ্জন কোনদিন রীনা কে প্রেম নিবেদন করেনি। বরং লিসা কে বিয়ে করার সময় রীনা যখন রঞ্জন কে জিজ্ঞেস করেছিল ‘তুমি আমাকে ছেড়ে চলে যাচ্ছ রঞ্জন?’

রঞ্জন জবাব দিয়েছিল, ‘কবে ধরেছিলাম, যে ছাড়ব?’

রীনা র কান্না কাটি তেও রঞ্জন এর মন গলেনি।

ও বলেছিল একটা কথা,’ তুমি ভাবলে কি করে ? আমি তো কিছু কথা দেই নি।‘

না দাও নি । কথা দাও নি। তবে কেন জন্মদিনে রাত বারটায় এসে ঘুম ভাঙ্গিয়ে কেক খাওয়াতে? কেন আসতে তুমি আমার কাছে? কেন বলেছিলে রাজার সাথে বন্ধুত্ব না রাখতে? আমি তো রাজা কে ভালবাসি না ।আমি তো তমাকে ভালবাসি রঞ্জন। তুমি তো এগুলো কিছু ই মনে রাখলে না। লিসার কাছে চলে গেলে...

‘তুমি তো সেই যাবেই চলে...কিছু তো না রবে বাকি।‘

গান চালিয়ে রীনা রান্না চাপাল।

বেল এর আওয়াজ । কাপড়ে হাথ মুছতে মুছতে দরজা খুলতে রাজা কে দেখতে পেল।

‘তুমি?’ রীনা বলল।

‘চলে যাব?’ রাজা মিটিমিটি হাসছে।

‘না, মানে, এ সময় ...আমি ভাব্লাম রত্না।‘

‘আমি কি রত্না র মতন দেখতে?’

‘না মানে, ওর আসার কথা।আমি পোস্ত বাটছি?’

‘পোস্ত? আমার খুব প্রিয়। তাহলে তো খেয়ে যেতে ই হচ্ছে।‘ বলে রাজা ঘরে ঢুকে সোফায় বসল।

‘...তো সেই যাবেই চলে...‘

গান টা বন্ধ করে দিল রাজা।

‘কি হল? বন্ধ করলে?’

‘তুমি থাকতে অন্য মেয়ের গান শুনতে পারিনা আমি।তুমি সবচেয়ে ভাল গান করো‘ রাজা বলল।

‘তোমার মাথা আমার মুণ্ডু।‘ কপালে চুল সরাতে গিয়ে হলুদ লেগে গেম মুখে রত্নার।

‘দাঁড়াও,দাঁড়াও, ...সুন্দরীর এই মোমেন্ট টা ধরি।‘ বলেই ফোন এ ছবি তুলতে লাগল।

‘কত আর ছবি তুলবে? ফোন ভরতি তো আমার ছবি।‘ রীনা হাসল।

‘জতদিন? ফোন ভরতি তো আমার ছবি।‘ রীনা হাসল।

‘যতদিন না তুমি ‘হ্যাঁ’ বলবে ...’ রাজা হেসে বলল।

‘হ্যাঁ বললে আর তুলবে না? বা রে?’ রীনা বল্ল।

‘তখন তো সারাক্ষন সামনে বসে দেখব।‘ রাজা বল্ল।

‘সারাক্ষন দেখলে হবে?খাব দাব না?’ রীনা রান্না ঘরের দিকে পা বাড়াল।

‘খাব তো বটে ই......’ বলতে বলতে রত্না ঢুকল বলল ...’কি খাবার কথা হচ্ছে?’

‘বান্ধবী কে বোঝান, আর কতকাল অপেক্ষা করিয়ে রাখবে?দশ বছরে তো চুল সব সাদা হয়ে গেল।‘ রাজা বল্ল।

‘তুমি তো আমাদের হাটুঁর বয়সী ।তুমি এ কথা বললে তো আমরা কোথায় যাই বল? রত্না হেসে বলল।

‘ভালবাসায় কি আর হিসাব চলে? আপনার সাহেব বাবাজী কোথায়?’

‘বুড়ো কে বাড়ি পাঠালাম, বললাম আজ গার্লস ডে আউট।থাকলে আড্ডা মারা যাবে না।‘ রত্না হাসল।

‘আমি তাহলে যাই, আপনারা আড্ডা দিন’ রাজা উঠে দাঁড়ালো।

‘আরে বস । তোমাকে পেয়েছি যখন, তখন আজ একটা হেস্ত নেস্ত করতে হবে। রত্না টেনে বসাল রাজা কে।

‘ওরে বাবা। ভয় পাচ্ছি এবার।‘ রাজা বসল।

‘প্রস্তাব টা দাও দেখি।‘ রত্না বলল।

‘কি সব যা তা বলছিস ...’ ও পাশ থেকে রীনা বল্ল।

‘ঐ দেখুন, শোনার আগেই চেঁচায়। বলি কি করে?’ রাজা বল্ল।

‘তুই চুপ কর। আমরা দুজনে ঠিক করব।‘ রত্না বল্ল।

‘প্রস্তাব তো দেওয়াই আছে। আঙটি ও রাখা আছে রান্না ঘরের টেবিল এ।যেদিন পরবে, সেদিন ই হবে।‘ রাজা হাসল।

‘কি সাঙ্ঘাতিক, তুই বলিস নি তো এ কথা?’ রত্না লাফিয়ে রান্না ঘরে গেল।

‘আরে, এরকম হয় না কি?’ রীনা বল্ল।

‘কেন না?’ রত্না বল্ল।

‘আরে , ও কত ছোট।‘ রীনা আমতা আমতা করল।

‘আমি ও তো জন এর চেয়ে কুড়ি বছরের ছোট।‘ রত্না বল্ল।

‘ছেলেরা বড় হলে কিছু হয়না...মেয়েরা...’ রীনা যুক্তি খাড়া করল।

‘ব্যাস, শুধু এই টুকুই?’রাজা বল্ল।

‘না, মানে...’ রীনা কিছু বলার চেষ্টা করতে ই রাজা বল্ল।

‘তোমাকে তো আমায় ভাবাসতে হবে না। আমাকে ভাল না হয় একটু বাসতে দিও।‘

রাজার কথা শুনে রত্না কেঁদে ফেলল ভ্যাক করে।

রীনা কথা ঘোরানোর জন্য বল্ল,’তোমরা টেবিল এ বস গিয়ে। আমি খাবার দিয়েছি।‘

রাজা আর রত্না টেবিল এ বসল। থমথমে একটু পরিবেশ টা।

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