Asche Bochor abar hobe !!

DURGA MAI KI JAI 

Dashami...

Characters: Arindam Dey, Paramita/Shubra Dey,  Teesta/ Oindrila Dey

Aaj Dasami. Ma-r bari pherar samay hoye gelo.  shakal theke aaj akash bhenge bhristi nemeche. Teesta-r mukhe aaj aar hashi dhorche na.  tar brishti bhishon bhalo lage. Aaj Arindam Paramita-ke katha diyeche je se meyer sob abdar puron korbe.  tai Paramita ke Pandal-e namiye aasha ododhi Arindam purono khaborer kagoj diye nauko baniye Teesta-r haathe dicche aar Teesta sabdhane barandar railing-er phank diye haath bariye sei nauko gulo ke jole bhashacche. uttar kolkata-r drainage system-e aar jei okhushi hok na keno... aaj Teesta aar tai Arindam seta niye poritripto. emon kharap drainage system na hole ki aar brishti-r dine barite boshe eto moja hoto...

Baki baccha der theke Teesta alada. jonmer thekei se alada... whereas Paramita immediately fell in love with her tiny little darling, Arindam-er ektu samay legechilo before he could accept the fact that Teesta padar aar panchjon panch-der moto noy. kintu by the age of  two, Teesta had won the hearts of all those whom she met. such was the potential of  her beautiful dimpled smile.....  and the gurgling of her laughter..... shohoj, shorol aar pranojjal !

choto bela-r thekei Teesta had a fascination for water, boats, fishes and all water-creatures.... jokhon aaro choto chilo thokhon thekei drawing-room-er aquarium-tar dike takiye se ghanta-r por ghanta katiye dito.. ekhon-o aquarium-er kona-tai bari-r modhye tar shob chiye priyo... kichu-din holo Paro lokhyo koreche je mache-der sange tar konya-r ek bondhu-tyer samparko hoyeche. majhe majhe se tader sange giye galpo kore aar kokhono kokhono tader-ke nijer gaan-o shonay... kokhono kokhono Ma-r kache se bayna kore"nauko baniye dauna... bhashabo.." aar Ma baniye dile sei kagojer nauko gulo-ke gamlar jole bhashano-o tar ek priyo khela... aar  Diamond harbour-e picnic... seta hole to aar kothai nei... tokhon meyeke aar pay ke .... tai hajar kajer majhe-o jodi kono din Teesta bole othe "bodo jhol dekte cholo na,"  Paromita tothkonath ekta chotto picnic pack kore meye ke niye beriye pore.... sekhane Ganga-r paare boshe Teesta-r kheel-kheel hashi-r shobder adale Paro-r shob klanti chole jai. At this point of their life Arindam aar Paro realise koreche that everything in their world revolves around Teesta's laughter and for the sake of that gurgling sound they are both ready to forgo everything which had once seemed important to them....

sadharonoto aajke-r moton bishesh utsab-er dingulo-te pada-r baki shob baccha-ra jokhon sheje guje pandel-e jay, tokhon Arindam tar konya-ar aquarium-er  jonno ekta notun variety-r mach niye aashe... kintu aaj Dasami-r jonno shob dokan bondho. tai konnyar abdare kagojer nauka baniye se konya-ar haathe dicche aar Teesta khub shabdhane segulo-ke bashacche. pechone record player-e anatara choudhury-r "dhai kur kur dhai kur kur" bajche. emon samay Paro pandal theke phire eshe bollo, "aaj thakur bishorjon dekte jabe ? sobai jacche." Ora generally eto bhire-r modhye meye-ke niye beroy na. tai Paro-r proshnotay Arindam khanekta obak hoye bollo... :"janina.....aei brishti-kanda-r modhye Teesta-ke niye pukur-pare jete ami bishesh shahosh pacchi na... tomar ki jete khub-e ecche korche ? "  Nijer eeche aar anicche-r kotha babbar oboshor tar goto koyek bochore hoyni.  Pada-r shob baccha-rai bishorjon dekte jaache, - tai dekhe aaj hothath Paro-r nijer choto-belar kotha mone pore gechilo.... jokhon didi-r sange o-o bishorjon dekhte truck-e kore ghat-e jeto.  ki mojha-tai na hoto... Teesta bheer, celebration e-shob khub bhalo bashe... bari-r function gulo-te o dadu-thakuma, kakai aar moni-er sange besh enjoy kore... tai Teesta-r kotha bhebei, Paro proshnota korechilo..... kintu Arindam-er uttor shune she realized how irresponsible her question might have sounded.... tai aar kichu na bolei o bhetore chole gelo... and resigned herself to her regular chores.

Ma-er aei sindor makha shaj, Teesta-r jonno notun. goto bocho-er kotha tar mone nei. tai Ma-er aei roop ta absorb korte tar ektu samay laglo. tarpor-e se jiggesh korlo "Baba, thakur bishorjon ki? amra kothay jabo?"  Konya-r shohoj proshno-r uttar dite giye, Arindam-er purono katha mone pore gelo... memories of his school days.... sei purono shaad ta jeno mukhe phire elo.... eessh ki anondo-tai na kortam...(kotha theke jeno sei familiar voice gulo unison-e bole uthlo "Durga Mai ki jai" aar tar sange-i ma-kakima-r chechano.... "dekhis sabdhane... bhai ke dhor... beshi dure jabi na..." aar dhak aar bom-er aoyaj....) meye-r mukhe-er dike takiye se tokhon bujte parlo Paro aaj keno bishorjon-e jete chay.... the best part about parenting ones child is perhaps the opportunity it gives to re-live your childhood on your own terms.... while still keeping its best moments intact. tai bodhoy inspite of the adversities, aajke Paro does not want to deprive her princess of the little joys that are a part every Bengali child's best memories..... and as if in a trans Arindam bole uthlo "amra aajke nodir pare jabo.... okhanei thakur bishorjon hobe.. okhane shobai aasbe... shobai... kukun-didi, shonai-dada.... shobai, dekhbe ora koto moja korbe, dhaker sange nachbe, bom phatabe... kintu bom-er aoaj-e tumi bhoy pabe na to ?"  meye anonde Baba-ke joriye dhorlo. "amra bodo jhol dekte jabo ?" tarpor daude ma-er kache giye bollo, "ma,- amra bodo jhol dekte jabo. baba boleche."

'Bodo jhol dekte' jaaoyar anonde aaj aar Teesta-r chokhe ghoom nei. Ma boleche ghoom theke uthe notun jama-ta pore bikel belay nodir pare bishorjon dekte jabo....kintu kokhon je bikel hobe... khanekkhon se bichanar modhey chotphot korlo... tarpor uthe giye nijer mach bondhu-ke tar berate jaoyar kotha bollo... tarpor Ma-r kache phire esshe jiggesh korlo, "Ma, bikel kokhon hobe..." "Bikel ki hoye geche.." "amar jama-ta ki poriye debe ?" "O Ma, bikel to hoye gelo... cholo na...." Finally jokhon dhak aar bom-er aoaj ta aaro clearly kane elo tokhon pujor notun jama-ta poriye Arindam aar Paro dhak, dhol aar dhunuchi nache-er bheerer modhey diye thakur bishorjon dekte poucholo. Ma-er bishal murti.... eto lok, eto jhol, eto excitement dekhe meye-er mukhe to aar tokhon hashi dhore na....emonta drishyo to se age kokhono dekhene.....  se-o sabar sange gala miliye bolte laglo "DURGA MAI KI JAI...." tarpor jokhon Paro ektu annomanusko aar pada-r dada-kaku-ra "asche bochor abar hobe.... Durga Mai ki jai" bole ma-er murti niye jhol-er modhye  neme poreche... tokhon nijeke aar contain na korte pere.. hothath Ma-r haath-er aatok chariye Teesta choot dilo.... jhol-er dike... Paro udbhanter moto chootlo oor pechone...  kintu kaday pa pichle giye... kemon kore jeno o jhol-e pore gelo... por muhurthei haath pa chudte chudte TEESTA.... TEESTA bole kede uthlo Paro...... tokhon Arindam-er gola tar kane elo, "Teesta ekhane, amar kache... tumi theek accho toh..."... opore takiye  Paromita dekhlo.. Teesta Baba-r kole... Ma-r dike takiye kheel kheel kore hasche aar haath tali diye barbar bolche... "Baba, dekho Ma maach hoye geche..... Ma maach hoye geche..."

Ashtami...

Characters: Onuradha, Sohini, Onureema.

char mash holo.. Onu barite. school-college-er padashona tar sesh hoyeche. puro student life-tai se hostel-e katiyeche. baba-r bodli-r chakri chilo.. tai prothom koyek bochor dadu-thakuma-r sange oder purono Kolkata-r barite theke se podashona korechilo.. tarpore Baba-Ma oke hostel-e bhorti kore daey... cho mash holo Baba retire kore Kolkatay settle korechen. o-r likha-poda-o sesh hoyeche... tai ekhon o barite.... Kolkatay bishesh kauke o chene na.... kintu rastay hothath kauke dekhe o-r bhishon porichito mone hoy.... mone hoy... hoyto dadu-thakuma-r barite thakte unake dekheche..... kintu she barir shob sriti-e tar abcha... sejonno nischith hote pare na....

Kolkatay bondhu-bandhob o-r bishesh hoy ni. aag bariye bondhutyo korar moto meye o noy... ektu laguk gocher... tai aaj pujo pandal-eo o Ma-er sangei boshe aache.... boshe aache aar silently pandel-er lokeder aana gona dekhche... Sakal bela o bar-koyek 'pandele jabona' bole o protibad korechilo..." kintu ashtami pujo-r anjali na dile-i noy... tai Ma-Baba-r kothay oke berotei hoyeche.... pandel-e boshe o-r khub ekta kharap lagche na... eta pada-r pujo.. ashe pashe-r koyekta flat-r kaku-kakima aar dada-boudi-ra mile arrange koreche... baparta ghoroya... tai kolkata-r characteristic bheer ekhane nei.. uporontu aaj din-tao besh sundor... a bright sunny autumn morning... the kind poets often romantisize in their verses.....

Onu bachelors-e socialogy niye podeche. She always wanted to do social work. O-r icche chilo, Kolkatay eshe  kono ekta local organization-er hoye kaaj korbe. prothom dike kaajer kojhe du-ek din o beriyeochilo. kintu Kolkata bus-er bheer o-r poshay ni. eto thela-theli dhakka-dhakki-r modheye she felt suffocated and also a little lost. tai baba-r poramorshe she had decided to take some time off and absorb the essence of Kolkata.... ekhon sara din o tai baritei thake. Ma-ke ghorer kaje sahajhyo kore aar kajer phanke phanke rasta-r lokeder anagona dekhe. rojer pherioyala-der o ekhon chine geche. oder modhye koyekjon okeo chene... machoyala oke baranday dekhlei nich-er theke chachay "ki didi mach neben naki. tatka rui enechi..." "na lagbe na" othoba "opore esho ma dakche" bole se uttor dey.

eti modhey Ma-mashi-ra o-r jonno patro khujte arombho kore diyeche. Bodo-mashi-r kolkatay onek porichiti. majhe majhe-i Ma-ke dupur bela phone kore notun patre-r sandhan dey. kintu se shob kichu serious noy. kokhono kokhono Onu-r mone hoy je kebol nijeder amoder jonnoi ora or biye niye alochona korche.. ora ekhono seta niye serious noy. serious hoyar kono karon-o nei. o shobe ekushe pa diyeche... eto kom boyeshe ki aajkal  keu biye kore naki? kom boyoshi bibaho jogyo meye barite thakle tar jonno patro khojata fashionable... setai rewaj... sejonno tara nijederke aei ostentatious kaaje niyojito koreche. tai Ma-mashi-r aei preoccupation-er proti o-r je initial resentment-ta chilo... seta o katiye utheche...  "Boda-Mashi-r afternoon calls" are now merely a joke that she shares with her hostel friends in the long emails which she writes to them.... Biye korte o-r apotti nei kintu ekkhuni o prostuth noy. to her such an arrangement seems like the culmination of all her dreams... her dreams of doing something no matter how small or insignificant that might be... to uplift the living conditions of the less fortunate...  college-e thakte ora koyekjon mile regularly hostel-er kacher slum-er baccha-der podate jeto... future-eo  o-r semni-e kichu korar icche aache....  goto char mashe o ektu ektu kore Kolkata-r adob kaydar sange kichuta vakibohol hoyeche.... tai ekhon o-r mone hocche je hoyto siggir-e o nijer dream-job-er sandhane berote parbe.......

aaj Ma jhod kore Onu-ke ekta sari poriyeche. ekta tute ranger south cotton.  prothome o ektu resist korchilo... tarpor bhablo porei ni. sara din dhore to baritei thaki.... berono-r aage nijeke ainay dekhe she felt pretty.... tai  shobar sange pandel-e boshe o-r ekhon bhaloi lagche...... hoyto arektu bhalo lagto jodi phul-di last moment-e aasha-r plan-ta cancel na korto... theek berono-r aage p-di phone kore janiyeche je oder aasha hobe na...  bari-r kaaj sesh korte korte o-r deri hoye geche.. aar  jamai-babu declare korechen je kolkata-r bheere uni gadi niye beroben na .... tai oder aaj aar edike aasha hobe na... 'uff bhalo lage na... barita ekdin ektu kom gochaleje phuldi-r je ki khoti hoto... eto aasha kore chilam... ' boshe boshe Onu eshob bhabche emon samay O-r choke podlo ek mohilake.... bhari mishuke.... sabai-kei greet korte korte pandel-e dhukche.... porone ekta lal-parer dhakai jamdani.... dekhte shanghatik sundor noi... kintu bhishon attractive... and obviously noticeable. unar sange ekti meye.. oke Onu age dekhech, nische rastay ...... elo-melo chul-e, cheda frock pore shamner bosti-r baccha-der sange onekbar oke o khelte dekheche... kintu aaj meye-ti bhesh-bhusha alada.... ekta sundor phul-phul holde ranger jama pore o pandel-e esheche. o-r chulta-o poripati kore bandha... notun shaaje oke bhari sundor dekhache... kintu kono karone o-r mukhe aaj hashi nei.... dekhe mone hocche je aei atmosphere-e o kinchit uncomfortable...

Pujo-r thala-ta bedi-te namiye, bhodro mohila  Onu-der dike-e elo... Pashe-r flat-er Bose-kakima porichoy koriye dilen... 'O Sohini. Amar boner meye.  recently e-paday shift koreche...' tarpor Onu-r Ma-er dike dekhiye bollo 'uni Mrs. Choudhury. uni Kolkatay notun. koyek maash aagei aamader pashe-r flat-e eshechen.  aar O Mrs Choudhury-r meye.' Sohini, Mrs Choudhury-r dike smile kore bollo, 'o aapnara recently shift korechen... tai chinte parchilam na... college-e thakte to ami mashi-r barite pray-e aashtam... tai motamoti ekhane sobay-kei ami chini...'  tarpor Onu dike takiye bollo 'ami Sohini. tomar nam ki?' Onu uttor dilo 'amar nam Anuradha. bondhu-ra sobai Onu dake...' tarpor Sohini-r sange je meyeti pandel-e dhukechilo tar  dike eeshara kore giggesh korlo... 'o bhuji aapna-der barite kaaj kore... ami oke onek bar bari-r barandha theke dekhechi... rashta-r baki bacch-der sange... khub misti meye...bhari mishuke.... ' Onu-r kathay Sohini ektu uneasy hoye gelo... Onu bujhte parlona keno... tarpor meye-tir dike takiye bollo 'O-r nam Onureema, amar Onu.... ami oke adopt korechi... '

shubhror bari theke dkeha jai oi mahabir mandir. colony te cholchhe gato ekmas dhare kash phul er utsab. samner gate perolei "youth corner" club, pratibar er motoi ebar cholechhhe ekmas age theke pandal er bansh ponta er dhum. tarpor
thakur er myar bandhar kajj, tate mati para ek ek sab step. chhoto shurbo eto kichhu bojhe naah. kintu ki jeno ekta utsab er hatchahni take nara dei. se bujhte pare ekta usab aschhe bole. colony er bakira anekei or theke  baro tabe indu or samabaosi kintu bachcha meye bole o ato berote pare naah.  school er ek bandhu achhe deep. o ar deep ekdin chupi chupi gehchilo thakur e mati dewa dekhte.
kono ekdin naki thakur er chokh phutbe. ar enar naki tinte chokh.. puro ta o bojhe naah.
 hatath colony r prathom phatka ta phatlo..  aj thek usab er shuru colony er sab chhele ra jara or thek baro phakta phatate shuru korehchhe. kali phakta theke shuru kore chocolate ar dodoma sab. oi to shibu ar debu sathe shibani o achhe baroder dall.
hatath maa daklo: Shubhro! ei shurbhro edike shune jaa. aaj mahalaya.

shubhro: mahalaya ki maa?

maa: aaj mahalayr gaan shunte hoi. ajito maa durga aschhen. aaj thekeidebir bodhon mane durga pujor shuru.

shu: maa durga pujoi sabai khuub maja kare naah?
ma: hyaan!
shu: deep bolchhilo or maa, babar sathe o ghurte jabe purjor chhuti te.
maa amara keno jai naah? baba keno asena?

chheler prashno shune reba o ektu onnyamanaskyo hoye jai

Last scene: RABINDRASANGEET: DURE KOTHAO DURE DURE

Reba sindoor khele bari phireche.  subhro ekhono phereni. Club-er bodo dada-der sange mile shea bikele-r bijaya dosomi function-er natak-er jonnno rehersal korche. tar part ta choto kintu unimportant noi. Reba-r sashudi anima, pasher barir kakima-ke bijaya doshomi-r subheccha janate geche. tai bari ekhon phanka.  emon shob bishesh dingulote se sankar-ke khubi miss kore.... tai  aaj shokal thekei se emon ekta samay-er opekha korchilo. purono chithi-r bundle-ta reba abar khule boshlo... last chithita-y sankar Canada-r autumn-er ek adbhut life-like bornona diyeche.... Reba can literally visualize the treelined cobblestone streets, the side-walks dotted with yellow and red  autumn leaves that sankar has so vividly described.... and as she reads his letter for the nth time her mind floats into those silent boulevards where shankar often goes for his morning walks....... (The Music starts: dure kothay.... dure dure.....)

next we see shankar in a half sweater.... pocket-er kona theke ekta envelope uki marche.... he starts jogging in those lanes that reba has just imagined.... then sits by a wooden chair.... ghaam muchte muchte he takes out the envelope from his pocket.... he smiles at his sons drawings of the hills and the beaches.... background-e we hear reba's voice saying..... tomar chile impatiently tomar jonno opekha korche.... and he is drawing pictures of all the beautiful places that we shall visit together.... perhaps next pujo-r chuti-te when you are here..... with a fading smile on his lips   onnomanushko hoye shanker stares at infinity..... just then a whiff of wind blows.... and the drawing escapes shankar's hands and as he chases....  the letter vanishes into thin air while the autumn leaves creek under his feet..... then the song resumes..... dure kothay dure dure....

scene i+1:

sankar gari drive korte korte bhabche:

his first real conversation with Reba: about his dream which he thinks might just remain as a dream......

scene i:

location: canada-r kono university coffee lounge. sankar notun bangali post-doc tanmoy-er sange kotha bolche.

kagojer coffee-er cup-e chumuk diye sankar :
ma jokhon reba-r kotha amake bollo tokhon ami 4th year-e. notun pay-commision-er proposal was in the air. kintu tokhon-o officially kichu jana jayni. abar odeke kaaj jemon bhebechilam temon-ta hocche na... ekta pace-e egocche bote kintu ami completely satisfied noy. aei obosthay arekjoner daitto neioyar chintatao besh scary chilo. nanan ojuhat diye biye-ta postpone korar chesta korlam... kintu ma-r kotha tai sesh kotha roilo. biye amake kortai holo.....

pichon theke aawaz :
sankar-da mone aache to... aaj sandhe sath-tay amader barite. deri korben na kintu. thanda beguni khete amar ektu-o bhalo lage na !

sankar:
aare already charte baaje... amar ektu kaaj-o baki aache. sandhe belay dekha hobe.... jaihok... biye te mana korona. aaj amake je position-e dekhcho tar praey sob credit-e tomar boudi-r. arranged marriage isn't that bad after all...