Sense and Souls

  কাৰেঙ ঘৰৰ একেবাৰে ওপৰলৈ উঠি গৈ তাৰ পৰা 'তলৰ পৃথিৱীখন' চোৱাৰ হেঁপাহেই আগুৰি ৰাখিছিল আমাৰ শৈশৱক। আমাৰ মানে মোৰ আৰু লগতে সৰু সৰু সপোন দেখা এজাক সহজ-সৰল ল'ৰা-ছোৱালীৰ। গড়গাঁৱৰ ল'ৰা-ছোৱালীৰ। সেইয়া ১৯৮০-৯০ৰ কথা। আমি সমনীয়াবোৰৰ এটা ডাঙৰ গোট আছিলো। গড়গাঁৱৰ প্ৰত্যেকটো আলি-চুবুৰীত অন্তঃত এটাকৈ হ'লেও লগৰ সমনীয়া আছিল সেই সময়ত। আমি সকলো একেখন প্ৰাথমিক বিদ্যালয়লৈকে গৈছিলো - গড়গাঁও নিম্ন বুনিয়াদী বিদ্যালয়। আহোমৰ চতূৰ্থখন ৰাজধানী গড়গাঁও। চৌপাশ গড় আৰু খাৱৈৰে আৱৰা এখন কম জনবসতিপূৰ্ণ ঠাই। আমি কনমানিবোৰৰ কাৰণে আমাৰ অতিকৈ ভালপোৱা পৃথিৱীখন। আহোম স্বৰ্গদেউৰ কাৰেঙ ঘৰৰ একেবাৰে গাতে লাগি থকা আমাৰ এল্ পি স্কুলখন। পানী খোৱা ছুটীৰ (Recession) সময়ত কাষৰ দোকানৰ পৰা পঞ্চাছ পইচাৰ ছানা কিনি কাৰেঙ ঘৰৰ ওপৰলৈ উঠি গৈ তাতে বহি খোৱাৰ দৈনন্দিন অভ্যাস আমাৰ। তেতিয়া কাৰেঙ ঘৰৰ চাৰিওপাশে একো বেৰা নাছিল। সৰু ল'ৰা-ছোৱালী ওপৰলৈ গৈ অন্যমনস্ক হৈ পৰি যাব পাৰে ধৰণৰ নানা চিন্তা-দুঃচিন্তা মনলৈ অহা মাক-দেউতাক আৰু অভিভাৱকো নাছিল। এখন মুকলি আকাশৰ তলত মুক্তমনেৰে বিচৰণ কৰা এজাক চৰাই আছিলো আমি। নতুন কথা শিকা, নতুন বস্ত...

The Road The road still stands tall; alone yet it cares for all. It lets you and thousand others, known and unknown, cross turns, close or widen distances, reach destinations, and set off new journeys. But it never moves, not even an inch. It stays where it is, alone yet never complaining about it at all. People on the road have a dynamic life. But the road lives a static one. Yet it pens down the most amazing and wonderful stories of life - pleasure, pain, union, separation, and all the other emotions one goes through while walking the road and crossing it. Has anyone ever thought of the road, its pain, its pleasure, and the likes it feels? The Promise She always used to choose the wrong guy. Or perhaps there was no right guy. She was losing herself slowly, and by the time she realized that, she lost herself with no recognition of who she was or wished to be. She was becoming something else, someone else. Well, almost. It took her more than a decade to realize that she was turning awa...

There was this guy in Delhi. I met him only once in 2010. At a music concert of Kailash Kher at Purana Quila on a winter evening. We exchanged only one word, 'Hi'. That is it. A friend introduced him to me. Then I found him on Facebook in 2011. After a year of that musical evening. Maybe, I chatted once or twice with him that whole year. Then again, I found him on Yahoo Messenger in 2012. And this time we chatted for hardly a month. Online. Irregularly. Somehow, all the nicest words would come out when I used to chat with him. And we talked about ordinary and usual stuff like politics, economy, philosophy, life, and yes, poetry. He was a doctor working in a hospital in Delhi, a heart specialist. Or maybe kidney or bones. I forgot that now. But he was a hardcore poet at heart. His chats and discussions said so. I can feel his words tapping on my shoulder while writing about him now. By the time we chatted, he had shifted to Ireland and begun his medical practice there. One day b...