Kolkata

Sunechhilam bote gaan : "palate chai joto se ase amar pichhu pichhu",kintu thik amon kore kokhono bujhini Kolkatar akorshon, Kolkata chharar aage. Akhon ami probaase, anek durer akta desher buke bose achi onno ak shohorer chhayay; soundorje sochcholotay sompode subidhey anek gune bhalo shohor eta..kano akhono pichhutaane bedhe rakho amay,kolkata?kano akhono amar raate uki diye jay tomar holud-lamppost-alokito chhaya-raat kukurer bichchinno daak duragoto trainer bashi..kano akhono amar bristi dekhte gelei onubhutite somrikto hoye thake baranday dariye bristichhater ghran sorbange mekhe nebar smriti..kano akhono bhulte parina boiparar purono gondho sheeter dupure firiwolar akgheye daak anek loker songe paa miliye basto hatar dingulo.....Kano amay bhulte dao na kolkata..proti muhurte doito ostitter ki odbhut bojha boye cholechi; ei jano ami ekhanei ei thanda ghore computer e type korchi abar onno akta ami jano ei muhurte amader barandatate dariye ache hoyto eta pujor bikel bristi hoye gache ak poshla rastay beshi lok nei sudhu otyutsahi kichu kochikacha cap fatachhe ar chotachuti kore berachhe ektu porei alo jolbe amar kolkata seje uthbe pujor saaje...kintu amar to sei muhurtota ebhabe onubhob korar kotha noy!somoyer dwimatrik nokshay amar bastob dubte boseche j!ato okinchitkor ato chhotochoto chobi o kokhon mone gethe rekhechilam koi jaante parini to!jante parini to age koto valobeshechilam tomar ghinji nongra gorom pachpache cheharata..kano ei mone porar jontrona ami bismriti chai na kintu firiye dao amar bastob morichikar sopno dekhiye amar jogot take aro dhusor kore dio na...

tomay ato to bhalo basi na kolkata!ebar jokhon chilam 2-3 maas,tumi ki diyechile amay bolo?akgheye nishkormota chhara?kere niyechile amar swadhin jibon amay bhalo thakte daoni bhalo bhabte daoni..bhalo lagen to amar tomay!aj kano tobe amon rongin sopno dekhacho?ami jani hoyto abar fire giyeo thik totota bhalo lagbe na jotota vabchi, tomar kutsit rup ta abaro chokhe porbei...

kintu hoyto sara jibon i esob chotochoto tukro smritir dali niye tumi amay daakbe..pujor raat e kumortulir poth haranor amar kolkata;bristi diner baranday anmona amar kolkata; nouko chepe gongar shova mekhe newar amar kolkata;hothat cinemay orthohin hullorer amar kolkata;alos dupure boiparar amajer amar kolkata...joto dure jai esob purono hobe na.amar songe thakbe amar byatha hoye amar smrite hoye amar ostitto hoye...tobe tai theko amar shohor,amay shikorer sathe bedhe rekho emni korei,amar hoye theko emni korei...

habijabi

Ei j tibro byathar onubhuti ta amar matha theke suru hoye aste aste somosto mone chariye jachhe,ei j odbhut bideshini raatri amar chaarpasher duniyata jhapsa kore dichhe..ei j khub sundor othocho khub dhusor akta bedona ar akakitto amay ghire rekheche ei muhurte..ei j anisshesh kormobyastotay bhuliye rakha amar mon bipul byathay jege uthche..ei j dur desher fike howa raat amay praanpone tanchhe pichhutaane..ei j onishchite bose achi k jane amar tori okul gaanger kon kinaare lagbe...ei j amar purono gondhomakha dupurgulo fire fire aste chaiche..ei j.........

kon bhashay eke ruup dewa jay bolte paro?kon pothe eder mukti?kon digonte eder uriye debo ami?e swechha-byathar nil ki amar oishorjo na sudhui bedonaar bish?

The Quest for Happiness..

Once upon a time there was a princess. She had wanderlust..she wanted to know the unknown,see the unseen,experience the novelties of life. So one night she abandoned the comfort of the palace,patted her pet cat goodbye and took off...to the vast world waiting for her with outstretched arms...

She went to the place of her dreams; the same starry blue sky,the same lush green meadows, the same sweet people--her dream came true!So she had to be happy,don't you think?But alas, for she did not feel the happiness she had come to search for!There she roamed, lonely as a tree, pale with sorrow as a winter night, cold with disappointed as a gloomy sky...

Lets leave the fairy tale for a while and think..is it not the tale of our own?Aren't you the princess,lost in her own desire searching for happiness?We all search for the happiness..day and night. We have dreams about happy lives and we try to pursue the dreams, we leave all our belongings to go on the voyage towards happiness,only to realize that we can never reach there..Thats the mystery of happiness;thats the lure of the quest for it;because it's ever so illusive..The princess couldn't find it even when her dreams came true;have you,O Traveler,have you found it?Look at your dark heart,all the unshed tears,all the unforgotten memories;and tell us:have you known happiness?ever?