Imarot (Concrete Walls)

Chotto moto Khupri Flat-e Akash dekha jaena
Dekhte Tara icche moto, Atka Moner ayena
Asbabete nei toh komi, iter imarot
Ek phali chand dekhte gelei, kothin holo jot
Janla diye mukh barale, arek iter Khupri
Sajano ache, Darano ache, Ucchobityer Jhupri
Chotto moto Khupri Flat-e Akash dekha jaena
Aromborer Ahladete, Sunyotar goyna


Besh toh chilo chotto bela, Onek boro Akash
Purono barir, Purono chader, Unmukto Batash
Purnimate Gol chandete, Chaler Jaali dhora
Siter diner rod pohano, rater belar chora
Purono shritir Dhogshostuph-e, aaj natun Akashchumbi
Chun surkir gandho sore, adhunikotae bandi
Chotto moto Khupri Flat-e tate Akash dekha jaena
Dekhte Tara, Dekhte akash aaj osombhober bayena

The New Kolkatans.....

Kolkata is changing rapidly on every passing day. From its patent title of 'Kollolini' city its becoming a fast, cosmopolitan place to live in, winding in itself, a dream to be BIG. With all the 'DIDIS' and 'DADAS' hand shaking for a change, relying on the promises to become LONDON, America, Greece or Thailand, whatever I am not very sure of though (Puking in the understatement !!), the city is unfolding in all new ways, so as its people. Yes we are changing, we are a part of New Kolkata, We are the new Kolkatans (People of Kolkata).

Office - NEW Kolkatans:

Shuttles are the best and favorite way of conveyance of the New Kolkatans. Leaving the car owned privileged lot, hardly there is a Kolkatan who has not shown his/her running and power skills in capturing a passing by shuttle and securing a place in it. Really it needs a big tackling and political skills in securing a place in a shuttle like that among a group of similar minds, all waiting to do the same. Trust me, it is not at all easy.

Volvo and the AC buses are the next best choices. The Kolkatans love AC. They want cold. They can go to any extent to get into a Volvo/AC bus even if there is no place in the bus during office hours. The Bus conductors not been affected by these changing vibes of Kolkata, they welcome people openhearted and with open wide arms to pour in just like normal buses and We the New Kolkatans accept it gleefully. Again it needs a great talent to manage a place in an over crowded Volvo/Ac bus like that. With different body movements the New Kolkatans are very much aware, how to find and secure a standing place in these buses where normal minds fail to see any vacant area. Sometimes when they fail, the conductors take the charge. They instruct the New Kolkatans some left right bending positions to do with their bodies to find a place and secure it. The Newly boarded Kolkatans much to the discomfort of the previously boarded New Kolkatans (with same styles and actions), obey it and successfully execute it. Its not a child's play. I repeat, it needs Talent.

Listening music is the next must thing to do. In shuttles or in Volvos, The New Kolkatans must listen to music from their phones. With most of them already wired and ready from home with their ear phones place aptly, FM station properly tuned in or song already playing from memory chip, a New Kolkatan just cant avoid music while travelling especially in office hours and in AC buses or in shuttles. Those who are not very disciplined like the above, they wire themselves inside the bus. But music has to flow into the ears. They may fall on others foot, they may unbalanced themselves during these act of taking out the ear piece, plugging in, tuning the proper station, but a New Kolkatan just have to do it. I mean an office hour bus/ shuttle travel is not complete without music. Its quite a deep and serious matter and non-avoidable.

The New Kolkatans like to be very smart. Everyone must have a smart phone. Some have two smart phones. Some three. Some may have one smart phone, one smart tab. I mean whatever be the combination, the smart factor must be there. The very few sitting  non musical Hi Tech ones either start chats or get into facebook from their smart devices. They stare at different pictures in their facebook (often shared ones), sometimes staring for too long (unusual). But some Net activities must be there. Be it whats App, facebook or anything else a New Kolkatan cannot be out of the NET activities especially in buses during office hours. This is very important. The remaining non musical non Hi Tech ones start phone calls or start games. Some are movie lovers. They watch movies. A new kolkatan cannot just sit idle while travelling and look outside from the window. They are Active. They are Smart.


Durga Puja - NEW Kolkatans:

Durga Puja is the most awaited festival for the Bengali round the year and the New Kolkatans are not detached from it either. They have their own complete way of celebration. The New Kolkatans will never miss to put status update every single day on their facebook page to wish all the friends SUBHO MAHA and '......' . This will go on every single morning during the puja days. I mean they will copy their own status everyday and change the suffix only but they have to wish. SUBHO MAHA..then SHASHTI, SAPTAMI. ASHTAMI and will continue to copy and change till DASHAMI. Whatever, but they love their friends and family and they will never miss to wish via status message of facebook. They are new age tech wishers. This is NEW and COOL. Not only that, they will continue to upload some pics or check in updates on various times of the day where the world will know about how they look and all about their whereabouts. Some from time to time will check on others via facebook and will comment, like etc. This is must. This cannot be avoided and not at all in Puja. The New Kolkatans don't love crowd. Pandal hopping is not their favorite game. The New Kolkatans may prefer to go to disc in puja which is not crowded and RELAX. May be someplace else or some lounge with a Beer in hand and Country music in ears. This is Hi Fi. Standing in Queue and seeing pandals are OLD School and they are Kool/COOL. During Puja time, the mode of enjoyment is going to disc!! Well,  Lot of New Kolkatans do think like this and they end up making the disc over crowded. Crowd they don't like I mentioned, so after spending few bugs they prefer any place to do ADDA(Chillax is the new word). Some are economical, so they straight away lock themselves in a friend's vacant flat or somewhere with group from the evening and CHILLAX. They love to be completely detached from the Pandal hopping Puja Lovers. They are happy again with music, some shots and crowd free environment. For food they have Dominos. Some are not Pizza lovers. They face tough times but they manage by chips. Its Okay for them. They are happy. They can go to a restaurant any day. No issues. But Will they get this kind of puja feeling where they are locked inside a flat with no crowds. Only friends. This is different from normal weekends according to them and they enjoy to the fullest.

Another section, don't do this at all. Puja days are holidays for them. Time to sleep. They sleep (Only sleep, nothing else!!). They wake up, get downstairs at the complex puja, eat, smile and again come back and sleep. They do the Puja Parikramas(seeing pujas in the city) via website. They open the laptop, call the entire family and start seeing the pics from various websites. This is NRI feeling at home. This is special and different and NEW.

Silhouette...

Shadow of mine in the dark..I can see
Smiling and saying to me
"Hey Boy, You once said..
You will be strong enough and gonna be hurt no more
Look at you, Look at you..you then Lied
You have been hurted..yet again you Cried
Have the guts now and say it Loud
When things go wrong, You too feel low
Stop putting a bold face always..as you still just have to grow
You ain't no special...that you admit and realize
It's Ok..it's cool..coz it's always worth to try!"

The Unfortunate....

After writing a few crappy Poems that screwed your mood to the extent level, and out of the blogging world for about 4 months for various petty reasons like Work Pressures, off mood, office protocols of blocking the blogs on the Laptop and a few more to add to the list, here I am again with another crappy stuff to bug you with kinda peculiar genre of assembling experiences which can be considered, well I dont know a 'Shortest' Story may be.

The Unfortunate

Sunil was a common boy from the middle class family in the city of Kolkata (with middle class term towards the poorer side), growing up and learning from childhood to be patient and restricted with wishes. Seeing all his friends wearing branded clothes, branded watches, sometimes even turning out to be a prank in the friends circle, he never complained and satisfied himself with hard bargaining 'foottrack' watches and clothes of brand names which seems to be kind of coming from companies of Antarctica. He grew up, went to college, fell in love. Life seemed to be a bit smooth. With high flying promises to each other and having self belief, he dreamt a Perfect life of achieving every goals of his career and making everything on his own that he didn't get and living a fairy tale life with his love. But keeping a girlfriend nowadays is costly and false filmy promises of "Na chaahoon sona chaandi, na chaahoon heera moti..Yeh mere kis kaam ke..Na maangoon bangla baadi, na maangoon ghoda gaadi..Yeh to hain bas naam ke..Deti hai dil de badle mein dil ke..Pyaar mein sauda nahin"  doesn't work out at all, he realized very soon. Promises are meant to be broken and it only takes a Goodbye SMS, he was not aware of the fact. It happened. Sunil didn't complain. He kept numb. He was so very used to of not complaining at all. With planets not liking his face (he was not a very cut to cut good looking guy though) and creating greater problems in life of unemployment with recession striking all over the world, the guy still kept on fighting. Bogged down by responsibilities Sunil became a machine, crumbling his own wishes everyday. Managing to bag a good job by now his life was restricted in going to office in the morning, coming back late and again repeating the same process the next morning. Good clothes, good watches he could afford now but life seemed to be a bit empty. There was nothing much of a charm left till one day he suddenly met a girl. Diya was kind of a different girl. Sweet, bubbly, full of life and with simple wishes. Sunil's life was changing bit by bit. Some happiness was flowing in. With a second innings dream of a Raymonds's complete man's life, Sunil  was happy.

Happiness is a very slippery category and always it finds a chance to escape out. With the girl's family expecting a too much well settled groom, Sunil was not that much up to to that expectation. The race against  the time started. More Problems were climbing up the chart. In a scenario of a typical Hindi movie plot, Sunil could not do much of a heroic stunt like escaping the girl or becoming a millionaire on one fine morning. Fighting all his life with his ill fortunes and expectations swirling round, Sunil was too much disgusted and finally gave up the race. A night completely dedicated to toxication and pegs after pegs getting high on his head, Sunil had a black out leading to severe damage of brain.When he woke up to his senses after being senseless for few days, there was Diya still beside him in the hospital. She has managed to convince her family. She still has only one wish in her eyes, that is to be with Sunil. Life always is not that Bitch.

Sunil has been given a pink slip for his illness. He does not work in a MNC any more  He has a very simple life style. He works in a small company now and re shifted to not branded clothes and unknown  'foottrack' watches. With all these less charmed stuffs, he has one precious thing now, that is Diya. They have found out the meaning of the word 'Happy'.

The Unfortunate has learnt from his life to sing a popular track quite well now, not from the epiglottis but  right from the heart, "ALL IS WELL" .

Abyakto.......

Toke Bhalobashi Kato..... Ta Ki Tui Bujhis Na
Kichu Bhranto Dharona Te... Git Ta Alga Korish Na
Tor Hather Muthoe Swapno Amar... Plzz Mutho Khulish Na
Kichu Bhranto Dharona Te.... Nijeke Badle Felish Na !

Tor Joma Khoto... Tor Sab Dukkho... Raji Ami Nite
Tor Hath ta Dhore Onek Dure...Chai Pari Ami Dite
Tui Sujog Dile Ante Chai.... Toke Onek Onek Khusi
Tui Poth Harale... Thakte Chai.. Thik Tor Pasapasi !

Sudhu Klanto Jakhon Lagbe Onek....Matha Ta Rakhte Dis Kole
Dukhyo Hole Misti Hese... Dish Sab Bhule
Parte Pari Onek Kichui.... Sange Thakle Tui
Bhorsa Rakhis... Parbo Ami... Mithye Ami Noi !

Toke Bhalobashi Kato..... Ta Ki Tui Bujhis Na
Kichu Bhranto Dharona Te... Git Ta Alga Korish Na .....  !!!!

Ami......

Ami Etotao Kharap Noi..... Jemon Tomra Dekho
Ami Ototao Omon Noi....Jemon Tomra Bojho
Tomra Tototai Sudhu Dekho... Jotota Ami Dekhai
Tomra Haso Sudhu Haso .... Karon Ami Hasai

Tomra Nongra Chao Dekhte... Ami Nongra Hote Raji
Tomra Khorak Chao Bachte....Ami Khorak Dite Raji
Tomader Chokh-e Pora Thuli...Tomra Jhapsa Chokhe Shanto
Tomra Jani Boro 'Chalak'... Sete Ami Boro Klanto

Ami Jemon Thik Temon.... Parbena Tomra Nite
Tomra Bhalobasho Jemon....Ta Pari Ami Dite
Amar Nokol ke Asol.....'Dekhe' Tomra Khusi Khusi
Tomader Onek Bola Kotha.... Ami Suni Chupi Chupi


Ami Etotao Kharap Noi..... Jemon Tomra Dekho
Ami Ototao Emon Noi....Jemon Tomra Bojho
Tomra Tototai sudhu Dekho... Jotota Ami Dekhai
Tomra Tamasha Koro Ar Haso .... Tar Karon Ami Hasai !!!!!!!!!!!

Sei Cheleta....

Sei cheleta aj boddo boring, Sab jaegae Bemanan

Besh Khanik ta "Boka Boka", Besh khanik ta "Unsocial"

aj se je khub sadharon, ekebare Chomok-hin

Sokale office, rate bari, bishon "common" niom routine.....

Parena se 'natun' kichui, aj je se Boddo 'Cliche'

Kothao take keu dekhena, Ekai ache, Ekai Thake.....


Sei cheleta aj boddo boring, Sab jaegae Bemanan

Kabe Keno Badle gelo, Kise holo "Unsocial" !!!

Bole na Keu tar Kotha Aj, Batil Khatae Naam Lekha se

Boddo Dhulo, Makorsha-r Jal-e, Atke pora Galpo ta je

Niom Routine Cholche Jemon, Cholbe thik temon-i

fakh peye aj mone kora, Sei Cheletar Kahini

Onek ta se Jhor dekheche, Onek khani dekheche Jiban

Ojantei Bodle geche, Ojantei hoeche Emon...


Aj cheleta boddo boring, Sab jaegae Bemanan


Besh Khanik ta "Boka Boka", Aj khanik ta "Unsocial" ........

Memories in February....

Memory,the stuff that builds up our life is a slippery category,I have come to realize now and recollection is needed if it fades away. Discord,dissonance or cacophony are minor instances and What always left behind in life is the Fusion extravaganza of Harmony of sweet little memories. The relational cinematographic ups and downs we all face in Life is much trivial in comparison to the treacherous paths Life plans for us. And While unknowingly covering the distances, succumbing or fighting, compromising or adjusting to what to say LIFE, we gather very precious stuffs- Experiences and Memories. Some are Good, Some are bitter, Some we like, some we don't, Some we avoid, some we forget. But None we afford to ignore. And with slight effort of recollection we go back to the confined bordered arc of our very small world of past where we always want to stay. 


Life is built with countless moments, these moments make countless memories, these memories make whom we are............ :) 

  

অভিনয়..........(Obhinoe)

জীবন টা আপাত দৃষ্টিতে খুব স্বাভাবিক !!.... সত্যি কি তাই ?..... সত্যি কি যেটা দেখায় .... সেটাই আসলে হয়.... নাকি পুরো টাই একটা মিথ্যে ....একটা সাজানো ব্যাপার.... ক্রমাগত প্রতিদিনের এক বিরামহীন নাটক.... ভালো থাকার , ভালো বাচার , ভালো দেখানোর একটা প্রচেষ্টা !!... ঠিক জানিনা .... তবে এই মাত্র বলা কথাগুলো যে পুরোটাই ভুল সেটাও জোর গলায় বলতে পারিনা .... যেমন আজকে মন টা খুব খারাপ ..... সারাদিন-ই খারাপ ..... কি কারণে খারাপ তার ব্যাখ্যা নিজেও খুজতে যাইনি ....আসলে যাওয়ার সময় টাই পায়নি.... শুধু যেটা পেরেছি  তা  হলো সারাদিন একটা অভিনয় করতে ... অভিনয় করতে ভালো থাকার .... আনন্দে বাচার ......মিথ্যে হাসি, তামাশা, খেলো কিছু Jokes দিয়ে জোর করে ভালো লাগাতে তেমন না ভালো লাগা  জিনিস  গুলোকে ...... কারণ টা জানতে পারলে আজকে মনে হয় ভালই হত.... অদ্ভূত একটা যন্ত্রণা থেকে মুক্তি পাওয়া যেত..... একটা শান্তি পাওয়া যেত .....অভিনয় টাও আর করতে হতো না ....... কালকে তো আবার একটা মিথ্যে আছে ...... কালকে তো আবার একটা নতুন নাটক ..... কালকে তো আবার সেই সকাল ৮ টার সময় অদ্ভূত এক  গতানু  গতিক জীবনে অফিস যেতে CAB -এ ওঠা আছে ..... নিজের ভালো লাগা , খারাপ লাগা, হাসি , কান্না , সব পেছনে ফেলে রেখে আবার এক অভিনয় আছে ...... কি কারণে এত অভিনয় , কি কারণ .... কারণ টা কি তোমার জানা আছে ???...... আমায় বলবে ?

Tomakei.....

Aj poth geche beke,oi baka pother-ii more-e tomake dekhi

Aj-oo batasta kichu bole,sei bataser kothatei tomake suni !!

Roj raat jakhon ase,Nishstabdo Nishongotae aj-o Akre Pora Ami

Sritir Collage, Onek Swapno, Ta Ki Nehat-ii Kom Dami !!

Aj poth geche beke,oi baka pother-ii more-e ami tomake dekhi !!!!



Aj samayta boro ostir, ostirotatei ami din guni

purono album-e samle rakha,tomar chobitei, natun sapno buni !!

Hara jetar ei khelae ekdin thik jite jabo ami

ochena pother pothe jibaner doure,ekdin poth pabo jani !!

Bhul chilo thik kothay,tar karon ami roj khuji

Aj poth geche beke,oi baka pother-ii more-e ami tomakei dekhi !!!!


Badoler hawae Hoyto Badle jabo Tumi, Ami..Amra ekdin

Man obhiman,jukti tarkyo bhule jabo sedin !!

Jani sedin-o pother bake chokh tule tomakei pabo

Jani sedin-o batas-e Kan Pete tomakei sune nebo !!

Bisonnota noe,tomake ghirei tai gai ami bhalobashar gaan

Sudhu tumi,haan tomakei bhalobeshe jabe amar e pran !!!!

Bargain Of Love....

I Wanted to Hug You...
I Wanted to Kiss You...
I Wanted You to be Mine...
Just That You Calculated...
And You Preferred a DOLLAR than a DIME.............

I Wanted to say a lot of things….
But I couldn’t and stopped….
Just that you missed to see my Eyes…
And You SAW a Better Crafted ‘Propped’…………….

I Never Wanted to be ‘SMART’ with You….
I preferred being Stupid than Smart…
Just that you Misinterpreted…
And You inclined for the Mirage that had the Fake Sparkling Part………

I Just Wanted to Love You..
I Just Wanted to Love You...
Just I Wanted You to be Mine...
Just That You Calculated, Calculated and Calculated...
And You Only Preferred a DOLLAR than a DIME.............

Omanush....

Bodle jawa prithibi,tar bodle jawa manush
ei mukosh pora khelae...amae kore dilo Omanush !!
Churno bichurno ami aj,bhenge gechi ami
Rugno ei hridoy,Khoje aj-o tomay,ta jane amar ontorjami !!
Aj Canvas ta geche chire,rong hoegeche fike
chobite tomar Kalo rong choriyeche chardike !!!!
Kalo Ronge asposto sab, Chae Gilte amake
Hridoy-e sudhu pora chai...ar rakhto amar jamite !!!
Bodle jawa prithibi,tar bodle jawa manush
ei mukosh pora khelae...amae kore dilo Omanush !!

aj hoegechi ami "unsocial", hoe porechi porityakto
Tomae bhalobeshe tomar upohar...sudhu jomat badha khoto !!
Baire alor roshnai,sudhu andhokar amar ghor
Sorir-e drug er nesha...ar sirae Blade-er sadh !!!
Kalo rong-e aj mishche 'LAL' rong.....
Choker samne prithibita krome hoejacche berong !!!!!
Bodle jawa prithibi,tar bodle jawa manush
ei mukosh pora khelae...amae kore dilo Omanush !!

Asposto...

Bhevechilam, aj Likhbo Kichu....kom pore gelo shobdo
Kaler chaoa-e mone hoe, Aj-ta boro jabdo
Sritir dhuloe fyakasa khub ajker lekha lekhi
Onektai Muche geche...Khujhte giye dekhi
Besh Bhalo..Etai Bhalo..Sobai toh tai bole !!!
Bhalo Thakar Onek Upay....Kyada Kanun chole
Asposto Sritir Majhe...Asposto Lekha
Ajker Ami, Kalker Amae Chesta Kore Dekha
Sritir chobi elomelo, jeno Anari-r hathe tola
Onek khani Asposto, Alpo Khani bhola
Ei Kal ta Onek Ager, Onek Diner Kotha
Tai Hoyto Asposto!!!!.....Hocche na ar Byatha
Besh Bhalo..Etai Bhalo..Sobai toh tai bole !!!
Bhalo Thakar Onek Upay....Sotti....Onek Kyada chole

I AM....

I am not an architect


May be its True that i cannot create


But also I am not a destroyer


and neither i torpedo !!!!!


I am not a Winner


May be its true that i cannot win


But also i am not a Loser


and neither i lose !!!!


May be I am a very normal human being


who can be identified from long distance silhouette


and i dont posses any ornamental,so called xciting stuffs in my character


But neither i appear to be a boring moron !!!!


I am nothing,no-one to be pharaphased


No stalwart to be pen an essay


But neither i am a crap to be ignored !!!


I am not imaginative


But i Like my thinkings to sweep beyond da borders


I am not an Artist


But i like to see Rain Drops dipping from the Leaf tips


May b i sound much pragmatic at times


But neither i sound Pathetic !!!


One Day i will lamp the light


May be One Day i will Know the "Success"


One Day i will hold the Globe


May be One Day i will "Break Free"


OR......


Rather in True sense be shackled up


May be dat Day I will appear to be an idol,a Victorious Warrior


May be dat Day day i will be Termed EVEN against all my odds


BUT DAT DAY I WILL NOT BE ME


DAT DAY I WILL BE AN ARCHTECT,A WINNER,A FLAMBOYANT


BUT that DAY I wont be able to Stop Myself from being....


A DESTROYER,A LOSER,A MORON,AN UNIMAGINATIVE FOOL..


NEITHER A HUMAN BEING IN TRUE SENSE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BHALO ACHI......

Ami BHalo Achi.... Age jakhon Tumi jiggesh korechile Takhon-o bolechilam BHALO ACHI...Sotti-i ki takhon BHalo chilam..... Sotti Ki Akhon, Ami Bhalo Achi !!!....

Asole 'BHalo achi' sabdo gulo pasapasi Khub Jotil...Amader thekeo Rahasyomoe....
Honda Gari, Branded Jeans-e BHalo Thaka Jae Naki Sab Hariye Tomar sathe Rastar, soshtar 'Motka Garom' KHete Bhalo Thaka Jae-----Proshno ta Khub Jotil.... Uttor ta amar Ojana ... Tomar-o.....Tai hoyto bar bar Tumi Proshno koro.... Ar Ami nirdidhae Bolte pari Okopote ...............

"AMI BHALO ACHI" !!!!!