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