Tobu mone rekho……….

“ ’ Tobu mone rekho jodi dure jai chole.

  Jodi puraton prem dhaka pore jay nabopremojwale.

  Jodi thaki kachakachi,

  Dekhite na pao chayar moton achi na achi-

  Tobu mone rekho. ’ …………

Acha Gita?...dhoro ami jedin thakbona, tumi amay mone rakhbeto?”

Gita – “O ma chi chi eki kotha………kokhuno e kotha r mukhe enona……tomay mone rakhle dwitiyo biye korbo kikore!?”

Utsav – “bah!...etodine tahole moner kothata beriye gelo!”

Gita[muchki hense] – “ta jeche jigesh korle to boltei hoy….r janoi to ami mithe kotha bolte bhalobashina….”

Utsav – “to age bollei to parte…..divorce diye ei jailkhana theke mukti ditam tomay…”

Gita – “mukti pore debe….age ei masher amar hatkhoroch dao…”

Utsav – “ki shanghatik meyere baba!”

Gita – “pocket-money na pele aro shanghatik hote pari…”

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Gita – “ki holo….chup kore keno…dao?...”

Utsav – “na mane janoto aj office theke ferar somoy Bappar songe dekha…”

Gita – “abar!”

Utsav – “r to koekta diner bapar….”

Gita – “koekta din kore kore ekti bochor hote chollo se hunsh ache?.....keno bojhono ora thokkache tomay..”

Utsav – “ na na thokabe keno?...ora sobai bhalo chele…noyto ajkalkar dine erokom mohan porikolpanar keu bhar nay?.....statue-r r-dhek fund joro hoye geche…r dekhte dekhte bakitao hoye jabe…gurudeb-er proti eta amader sradhha jananor ekta prochestha matro..”

Gita – “sradhha ki mone mone janano jayna?.........tumi thako tomar gurudeb r tar statue ke niye…”

Utsav – “aah Gita!...tomar hatkhoroch ami diye debo…..kintu tumi r ei niye kono kotha tulbe na……shahittobodh ki, ruchibodh ki, konodin ta bojhoni r bujhbeo na…”

Gita – “ Rabindranath ke chenena manei tar ruchibodh nei to?”       

Utsav – “na nei……r srodheo jara tnader naam oi bhabe nite nei…..”

Gita – “ekta kaj korona….ekbar murtita toiri hoye jak…tarpor na hoy chakrita chere dao…diye club-er cheleder songe ful-chandan diye shokal-bikel murtir pujo koro….”

Utsav – “hain dorkar hole tai korbo……sangshar korer theke to onek bhalo seta….”

Gita – “alota nebhao…..”

Utsav – “na ami ekhun boi porbo…”

Gita – “alota nebhao…ami jama charbo….”

Utsav uthe giye dorjar paser switchboarder alor switchta off kore diye abar chair-e ese boslo…r table-e rakha torchta jele ‘Tasher desh’ porte shuru korlo…

Gita[hense fele] – “babba!.....gurudeber shrestho chatro!”

Utsav – “ei sob e-rki amar bhalo lagena bole dichi……”

Gita – “ki korbo bolo….tomar gurudeber ki e-rki bhalo lagto ta to r jana nei amar….”

Utsav – “sob kichur ekta limit ache…. ki chaotaki??!...”

Gita – “ghumote chai!....raat onek holo…esob paglami chere ghumote eso…..”

Utsav – “na asbona…ki korbe na ele?”

Gita – “thik ache….kalker breakfast tahole nije kore niyo….”

Utsav – “uff!.........acha jalatun……ashchi darao…..”

Gita r Utsav bichanay pasapasi suye, ghorer light nebhano…..

Gita – “kigo rege acho?.....”

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Gita – “acha sorry…….”

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Gita[Utsav-er chule hatbuliye] – “ kigo….sorry bolchi to……..”

Utsav[Gitar hat shoriye diye] – “charo bhalo lagchena……”

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Gita – “jokes sunbe??.....”

Utsav – “na…..”

Gita – “tahole ekta golpo boli shono…..”

Utsav – “kichu sunbo na…..”

Gita – “acha shunona…kintu ami bolbo….”

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Gita – “acha etoto Rabindrasangit niye charcha koro….boloto ‘hare re re’ gaantar pechone ki history ache?”

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Gita – “janleto bolbe!.....shono tahole…..kono ek 25se boishakher ghotona……kobigurur jonmodin…..shokalbela shantiniketan-er aambagaan-e bahu anuragira eseche abhinandan janate……je ja pereche nijer sadhho moto upohaar eneche….ghore toiri chaler payesh,nijer lekha kobita,khadir panjabi….aro kotoki……hothat sei bhirer modhe koekjoner mone holo….tara eto bhaggoban je erokom ek monishike shochokkhe dekhte pache,tar golar awaj,tar bhongima, tar diptir chnoya pache……kintu agami generation?....tader ki hobe?......tara to ei soubhaggo pabena?.......”

Utsav – “tarpor?”

Gita – “tarpor r ki?.....sobai mile thik korlo…..kobigurur mosto daari theke koekta chul chire rakha jete pare…for future generations to admire…….r jei nai bola…omni bhoye peye gurudeb aambagan diye chhut dilen……gurudeb dourochen….r tnar pechone anuragira chutche……r chutte chutte gurudeb gaan dhorlen…..’hare re re amay chere dere dere’…..”

Onek chesta sotteo ebar Utsav hansi antkate parlona…………hanste hanste beson kheye kashi shuru hoye gelo….omni Gita dhorpor kore uthe giye table theke glass-e rakha jol ene dilo…..andhokare dekhte na peye khater payay khub jor daan payer kereangulta muchke giye mukh diye ‘aah!’ beriye elo….

Utsav[kashte kashte] – “ki holo?”

Gita – “kichuna…….nao jol khao….”

Jol kheye khanikta dhattosto hole abar dujone suye porlo………

Gita – “haingo…Bappa ke koto taka dile?....”

Utsav – “5000…..”

Gita – “samlate parbeto?.....eimashe kintu onek khoroch ache….ekta LIC ir premium,tutun-er natun class-er admission fees, boi kena…..”

Utsav – “o thik manage hoye jabe…..”

Gita – “ r tomar ekta juto kine anbo ei mashe….puro chnire eseche…..koto size jeno?.....9 to?”

Utsav – “nana kichu chnereni….samner mashe hobe…..”

Gita – “na ei mashei hobe….tomay bhabte hobena……..”

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Gita – “keno erokom bokamo koro boloto?.......erokom bhalomanushir jug r nei……..tumi bhalo mone mashe mashe donation diye dacho….eidike khoj niye dekho sei taka diye murti to dur…..picnic hoche r noyto party fund-e jache…..”

Utsav – “are nago….ora orokom noy…..”

Gita – “acha manlam ora orokom noy…….kintu etato manbe….charity begins at home……saradin office-e ghar juge kaaj kore jacho….nijer porisramer taka eibhabe nosto korte bhalo lage?.........eshob bahallobi tader manay jader onek ache…….pasher mudikhanay koto dhaar hoye gecho jano??....”

Utsav – “ Gita….ekta kotha sobsomoy mone rakhbe….amader theke koste kintu onek lok ache…..dubela dumutho jotena tader……tader theke to amra koto bhalo achi taina?.......r itihaas shakhi ache Gita….kono mohan kaaj bolidaan chara shofol hoyna……”

Gita – “kiser mohan?.....ke mohan?......ami-tumi oti shadharon…..r paanchta munusher moto shadharon…..amar chao shadharon, paoa shadharon, anando shadharon,dukho shadharon………kintu ei sob shadharoner modhe ashadharon amar kache amar poribar….ma,baba,tutun,tumi……er cheye besi mulyaban kichu ache bolo amader? “

Utsav – “eto ratre eshob ki shuru korle?.......ami ki konodin amar shangsharik dayittoke neglect korechi bolo?.......”

Gita – “na dayitto na….setaito bojhate chaichi tomay….eta tomar office na jekhane tumi dayitto palon korbe….duty,responsibility…eigulo khub sukhno kotha…thik r bhul-er bibechona bodh theke tomar bhetor jeta ase……kintu er upor-o ekta kotha ase….to care…jeta bhalobasha theke ase……tomar ma je roj tumi office beronor somoy ‘Dugga-Dugga’ bolen….setaki onar resposibility na duty bolo? “

Utsav – “tumi ki bolte chao ami tomader bhalobashina?....bhule jacho amader love marriage hoyeche?........ tin tinte bochor tomar pechone pagoler moto pore chilam……..sei jedin tumi sei colleger function-e gaan geyechile….’he khoniker atithi..ele probhate kare chahiya’……ki apurbo tomar gaaner gola chilo…..”

Gita – “acha dhoro ami jodi gaan na jantam ba Rabindrasangeeter bodole Najrulgeeti gaitam…..tahole ki tumi amay pochondo korte?”

Utsav – “ki chelemanusher moto kotha bolcho?........”

Gita – “chelemanush na Utsav…..eta amar khub hingsher ekta jayga…..tumi je amar theke besi kono kichuke bhalobaste paro…amar seta shojhho hoyna…..seta Rabindranath-er sahitto hok r  jai hok……..”

Utsav[hense fele] – “tumi na sotti chelemanush-e roye gele……ki kore bojhai boloto tomake……….ache ekta choto ghotona boli tomay……..khub chotobela jokhun mamarbari jetam….tokhun mamarbarir daalan-e dekhtam deoala besh unchur dike line diye sob chobi tnagano r tate belfuler mala chorano……..daduke jokhun jigesh kortam…..konta ke bolo……dadu eke eke chiniye dito……..’eta shivthakur……….eta lokhhithakur……..eta ganeshthakur……….r eta….Rabindranaththakur! ’...........onek boro boyesh obdi ami kobiguruke thakur bolei jantam…..hunsh hoar age thekei kane Rabindrasangeet bheshe asto….radiote,recordplayer-e,doordarshan-e,babar golay, parar function-e,biyer bashar-e,shokshabhay…….jeno ekbar planchet korar chesta korechilam amra tin bondhu mile….ami ,sujoy r bikash mile……porpor tinratri chesta koreo tnake daakte na pere…hauhau kore knedechilam amra……..sei ‘kumor parar gorur gari’ theke Rabindra Rachonaboli…..e je ki bishoykar ek journey!.....”

Gita – “r amader journey-ir ki hobe?..........”

Utsav – “uff…tomay r bojhate parbona………nao ghumiye poroto….onek raat hoye gelo……”

Gita – “hmm…..sei bhalo……”

Utsav – “acha kaal jolkhabare chirerpolau koro nago….onekdin khayni…..”

Gita – “thik ache…..”

Utsav – “ ‘ Jodi jol ase ankhipate,

                Ek din jodi khela theme jay modhurate,

                Tobu mone rekho.

                Ek din jodi badha pore kaje sharodo prate – mone rekho.

                Jodi poriya mone

                Cholocholo jol nai dekha day nayonkone –

                Tobu mone rekho .. ‘ “