kachher manush..

“Tui bhishon banglay bhabish aar banglay likhish. Tor engreji lekha gulo shob banglay bhaba. Kirom bhyeto bangali tui!” Ekjon eta khub bole amay. (Blog na, oke lekha love letter poreo eta bolto!) Amar je tatey etotuku lojja nei, borong bhishon gorbo seta bojhe bolei bole hoyto. ‘Bheto bangali ekta!’ Gaalir modhhyei je koto ta ador lukie achhe shey bojhe? Bodhyoy. (Ma-er ‘phajil ekta’ bolar moto, tai na?)

Bangla font download hochhe na. Nanan hyapa. Tai engreji font ei likhchi. Banglay.

Ek soptah hoye gelo Bombay esechi. Bhulei gechi berate esechilam. Paanch din tana  hospital, ICU, osudh, nanan nol, dactar, raat jaga…..

Dujon khub kachher manusher ekjon hospital e. Amar mesho-sosur aar mashi sasurir sathe Bombay asha..oder meyer kachhe. Amar ek colleague bolechilo “tor meshososur ager jonme tor baba chhilen ba boyfriend. Ja possessive.” Shunei shanti hoechilo..ki jani keno.

Nursing home e shuye achen. Gyaan hotei bolchen, “Parama, ghhum hochhena tomar raate, tai na?”

Kachher manush…

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Mashimoni. Somporke mashisasuri. Kichu manush ache jader ami jwarer jwal-potti boli. Mathay chhoyalei araam. Mashimoni. Serom.

Eta bolei ekta purono kotha mone pore gelo…prothom alaaper onek pore, tokhon amar bieo hoe geche, Mashimoni ekjon ke bolchilo. “Bier agey, Parama jedin prothom amader bari ashe, sedin o nije nije fridge khule swandesh ber kore kheyechilo. Tokhoni bujhechilam o bhalo meye.” Bou hishebe bhalor maap-kathi etotai soja mashimonir kachhe.

Taare zameen paar. “Tujhe saab hein paata, hain na ma?” gaanta hochhe tokhon. Ondhokor cinema hall. Paash theke keu ekjon duto seat topke rumal egie dilo. Ami ghure dekhini ke sheta. Jaantam.

“Toder bachha hole thakur ke daakbi, sudhu gayer rong ta jeno tor moto hoy, aar shwab features tor borer moto. Tikolo naak, lomba, sharp features.”

Ami: “E abar ki? Amar ki rong chhara kichui bhalo nei? Tumi perfect baaje sasurir example”.

“Achha, mon tao tor moto chash tahole”.

Ami: “tumi amay ektuo bhalobashona.”

“Bashi bolei chai tor bachha sundor hok”

Aar tarpor eke oporer gaaye dhole pora hashi….

‘22shey Srabon’ dekhte dhukchi. Barbar oke bolchi, “Doya kor. Prochur gali ache cinema tay. Tor barir loker pashe amay boshashna.” O sune bollo, “achha tahole Mashimonir pashe bosh.”

Tokhon interval.

Mashimoni: “Ei tui eto aroshtho hoye boshe keno cinema dekhchish? Ei sob kotha ebong taar mane ami jani. Amader barir ulto dike ekjon oshhobhyo lok thakto, roj raate mod kheye bou ke petato, gali dito…tar mukhe ami ei shob kotha sunechi!”

Jaaak. Ebar seat er opor pa tule babu hoye boshe baki ta dekhi tahole…

Jokhon Bombay aschi plane-e, ki anonde chilo Mashimoni. Na thik meyer bari jawar anondo bolchi na. Meghh dekhar anondo!... “Megh gulo dekh Parama, eta volcanor moto, ota vanilla icecream, eta gas bondho korte bhule gechi…dudhh uthle porche, eta toshoker tulo pitie rakha…eta dudh saabu…”. Ami heshe lutoputi. Jeno ami 5 bochhor er bachha! Je bolchhe shey nijeo. Tarpor bole, “tor megher opor haantte ichhe kore Parama? Amar kore. Haantle mone hoy paa er byatha sob shere jabe amar”…Ahare. Bechari. Koto byatha kore paaye.

Ekhono korche hoyto. Ekta single patient-party r khhate amar sathe shuye achhe.

Aar ekta jinish dekhe bhishon ador ashe amar. Meyer jonno Kolkata theke jinish ana. Notunnotto nei kichhu. Baire meye thakle sob ma rai bodhyoy egulo nie jay..tobuo. Bhishon bhalo lage amar. Bori, Jhorna Ghee-er boro botol, mathhay makhar narkol tel, ilish, taaler bora, Dulal er taalmichri, Jowaner Arog....Egulo toh Bombay te pawa jayna! Tai.

ICU waiting area. Tension, chhutochhuti te amra dujonei bidhhosto. Doctor eshe dekhe gelo. (Doctor er dosh: Uni young!)

“Doctor er barite dekhechilam onar 4 te gari”.

Ami: Hya. Tar modhye ekta abar Audi. :(

“Nishchoi gari korei hospital e visit korte esechen.”

Ami: Tai hobe. Keno?

“Na. Tahole Gym-er bag ta garite rekhe aste parten. Ota kadhe kore ICU te anaar mane ki?”

Ami: Ema. Tai to!! Amio notice korechi.

“Hya, toke notice koranor jonnoi to koreche. Impress korte….dekho ami gym jai”.

Ami: Chhiiiii. Tomar bor ICU te, aar tumi earki korcho?

“Tor sathe je bhabe kotha bolchilo, bhoy hochhe dactar ta toke niye palale, tor bor ke abar na ICU te bhorti korte hoy!”

 

Nursing home-er room. “Dekh to Parama, TV tey Star Jalsha ashe kina!”

Mesho sosur ke jedin General Bed e shift kora holo sedin. Onake Mashimonir expert advice: “Parama onek koreche amader jonno. Tar mane ei noy je bubai er bou ele tumi take kom bhalobashbe. Khobordar! Partiality korbe na. Takeo eromi bhalobesho.” (Bubai = amar dewor)

Eta shune ami aro dosh goon beshi bhalobashlam Mashimoni ke. Notun kore.

Sosurbarir keu ‘o amar meyer moto’ bolle je kono bou er gorber sesh thhake na. Amar to generally life niye gorber awnto nei. Tai notun kore bolchi na seta.

Mashimoni konodin eta boleni. Bhabtam keno boleni?

Oromi kicchu ekta boleche etodine. Etto dine! “Parama amar chheler moto.”

Nursing home e boshe achi. Amar college er ek bondhu tar bhishon priyo kichhu line BBM kore poralo. As Good As It Gets. Purotai likhchi:

“I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you're the greatest woman on earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do…..and in every single thought that you have, and how you say what you mean, and how you almost always mean something that's all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you, and I watch them, wondering how they can watch you bring their food, and clear their tables and never get that they just met the greatest woman alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me.”

Mashimoni, nao, ei line gulo tomar …