Once upon a time...... (2)

Again thanks to Mo, for "preserving" such meaningless banter........
As I read through this, it takes me back to those wonderful hostel days again....
I realize that even though we may not have met for years....I still have the same feeling for all of you..
I know, if we meet...it will be like picking up from EXACTLY where we left...
I thank God for giving me friends like you.....



হে বন্ধু , বিদায় .............


আগে চিনতাম? না ,
চিনেছি অনেক পরে,
চিনেছি এমন ভালোভাবে,
চিনেছি চিরতরে |

DJ নামক হোস্টেল-এ ছিলাম মোরা আটজন,
চরিত্র সব আলাদা, দিছি তার-ই বিবরণ
বেঁটে, মোটা, লম্বা, কালো,
দেখতে শুনতে মন্দ ভালো ,
কারো এলো চুল, চশমা চোখে,
কেউ মাখে রং ঠোঁটে ও নখে
ভাবছ বুঝি বন্ধু কে কার
মেয়ে তো নয় আটটি জোকার !!!!

এক নম্বর রুম ,রান্নার বড়ো ধুম...........

ছোট্ট putku সোমা ,রান্ধে ভালো ডিম,

সারাদিন শুধু শুধু খায় হিমশিম |
ইংরিজি পড়ে সে গট মট কট,
দশটা বাজলেই ঘুমে ছটফট,
নিজেকে ভাবে সে খারাপ বাজে
ভাবে বুঝি লাগে না সে কোনই কাজে |

দামী দামী জামা সব  কেটে ছেঁটে পরে ,

দিন নেই রাত নেই হাপ্পিতেশ করে |

রং ফর্সা ,চশমা চোখে ,
কে ওদিকে যায়,
পেছনে থাকে যদি কুকুরের সারি
পেয়ে যাবে পরিচয় |
এক কাপ চা ,যদি হাতে দাও তার
গোমড়া মুখ তবে পাবে নাকো আর
পড়াশোনায় ভারী ভালো ,
মা বাবার মুখ করবে আলো ,
ভাবছ বুঝি কে এই গুনি -
আমাদের মৌসুমী |

পায়েতে নুপুর বাঁধা,
পিঠে এলো চুল
চোখেতে কাজল লতা
কানে সোনার দুল |
চোখের ওই কাজল জলে বেঁধেছে কেষ্টদাকে,
নয়নের তীর গিয়ে তাই বিঁধেছে
কেষ্টর ই বুকে  |
এ মেয়ের নাচে নেই জুরি
নাম এর কস্তুরি|

স্বর্ণালী গেয়ে ওঠে কত শত গান,
গান এর গলা মিষ্টি ভারী, ভরে ওঠে প্রাণ |
নাকটি বড়ই লম্বা, ঠেকেছে ঠোঁটের কাছে,
সাবধানে তাই কথা বলে, ঠোঁট কামড়ায় পাছে |
আসে পাশে থাকলে ফেলো নিশ্বাস আসতে,
নয়তো হালকা শরীরটি তার চলে যাবে ভাসতে ভাসতে|

টমাটোর মতন গাল দুটি তার,
MAGGI -র মতন কেশ ,
লম্বা চওড়া গোল গাল মেয়ে
দেখতে লাগে বেশ|
বিখ্যাত তার হাসি ,কাঁপে আমাদের কাশী|
আবার যখন তখন বন্যা ধারা
আসে নেমে দু চোখ বেয়ে |
ভালো মানুষির এক অতল খনি,

মনীষা সবার চোখের মণি |

Carl Lewis কোথায় লাগে,
দৌড়ে করবে পার,
আছে প্রবল শক্তি,
সবাই মানে হার |
কথার স্পীডও নয়কো কম ,
ভুলে যায় বুঝি নিতে হয় দম ,
সুন্দরী বিনু  কার্টুন পনা ভালই জানে,
কেউ Sridevi কেউ Jayaprada মানে |

ঘড়ি ধরে চলে সুচরিতা সোম,
রেগে যদি যায় তবে যেন এটম বোম |
দেখতে শুনতে বেশ সবল,
দায়িত্বজ্ঞান ও আছে প্রবল ,
Defence এর hero কে ঘিরে রঙিন স্বপ্ন তার,
এমন discipline সত্তি মেলা ভার |

পাঁচ পাঁচটা ফুট এর ওপর আট আটটা ইঞ্চি ?
এও কি পাওয়া যায়?
আট জোকার -এর লম্বা জোকার নাম দয়িতা রায় |
সময় কাটে হেঁসে হাসিয়ে ,
ছেলে দেখলে যায় পাশ কাটিয়ে
কারণ তারা বড়ই বেঁটে হায় !

ছিলেম বেশ হাসি খুশি
আট জনেতে মিলে...
বিয়েবাড়ির সানাই দেখি বিদায়ের সুর তোলে |
মৌসুমী দিল গ্রীন সিগনাল
বিয়ের গাড়ি ওই ছেড়ে যায়
বিগত দিনের স্টেশনগুলি,
সরে যায় দেখি গুটি গুটি পায় |

এসো মোরা পণ করি ...
আমরা  আটজন সেই আটজনই রব..
সময় এর দাগ পড়তে না পায়................

Once upon a time....(1)

Thanks Mo for finding this in your "brown"diary...its not about the quality of the work, but just reading this made me travel back in time to 1993!

There was a time in life when hostel was my  home and friends were my family. Everyday was spent with careless fun, pure "masti", continuous giggles, reasonless late nights, simple decisions...and after that if..and only if there was some time left, some studies. 
We were a close group of eight. We were known for being good in studies, very good in singing and dancing, very very good as "seniors", but..hold on...very very bad in romance.
 None of us had a stable boy friend!!!!!
Most of the other girls decked themselves up in the evening and waited for the "call" to come..when their prince took them away from the girls hostel premises to the land of romance (atleast thats  what you think when you are nineteen). 
We , the EIGHT, just watched!

To tell you the truth, (and this is really not a case of "grapes are sour"), we were so  busy with ourselves, we hardly had any time to socialise outside our hostel.We had so much fun during those years, that a thousand boy friends would not have changed the equation. My dear EIGHT, if you are reading this, let me tell you,
I LOVE YOU.


M was the first to tie the knot! And that triggered this ........

তুমি

                                     
বাইশটা বছর পার হয়ে গেল,
এলো তেইশের পালা,
কোথায় তুমি, কোথায় তুমি,
একই বিরহের জালা |

মৌসুমী -র বিয়ে বাড়ি খেয়ে
সবার মাথায় এলো ধেয়ে,
একি চিন্তা সব?
যেদিকে ছুটে যাই,
যে মেয়ের মুখপানে চাই,
শুনি বর বর রব!!

নিজেতো করতে পারিনি যোগার,
যে বিনা  খোঁজাতে হয়ে যাব পার ,
সেই বসতে হবে শাড়িটি পরে,
tray তে আনতে হবে চা,
সেই যাচাই হবে গায়ের রং,
সেই হতে হবে লক্ষীর  পা |

সেই গাইতে হবে "আমার পরান যাহা চায় "
সেই নিতে হবে চরণ ধুলি ,
আরচোখে  তারে দেখে নিতে হবে
বন্ধ মুখের বুলি |

প্রেমের সাধ কার না হয়
তবু প্রেমেতে সবার ভয়,
বুঝিবা লাগলো আঘাত ,
একটাই যে হৃদয় |

যাগগে,
পার হয়ে গেল মিত্রা ঘোষ ,
পার হয়ে গেল ঝুমি,

 বাইশটা বছর পার হয়ে গেল,

তবু এলে না তুমি |

I hate the dentist...

No, I should not write a “funny” article on this. The son will kill me when he grows up.

Plus the pain he went through during those minutes… no , there was definitely NOTHING funny in that!!

But, like I keep saying, once the pain is over, the story needs to be told in a way which can be remembered not with pain but with an element of humour in it.

One fine morning it was time to visit the dentist. Our dentist had gone bankrupt, hence the need to look for a new one in the neighbourhood. Fresh registration, hence an introduction visit!! All pretty simple.Till here.

However, the moment Arno settled down on the chair ,we were informed that the front tooth needs to be pulled out !!
Now there is a bit of history attached to the two front teeth.

Last year during summer, Arno had a bad fall from his bicycle. Both front teeth were damaged, one had to be pulled out then, the other could wait, the doctor said. I guess, the wait was over. 
Once this news reached his ears, Arno freaked out,”Mama!!, YOU said it is just a ROUTINE check!!”. I know, I said that.

The doctor, a very young guy (looked fresh out of college and a few years older than Arno himself !!) was a bit taken aback by this reaction. He made a face as if he expected the 6-yr old to jump with glee , smile and hug him with a “love you”!! WHY on earth was this kid freaking out?

He thought he should explain to Arno what the problem with his teeth was (I was actually pretty happy about this idea…kids these days are KEEN for the explanation…our dumb days of not-being-explained-anything-because-you-are-small are gone..). But unfortunately (read it as lack of experience dealing with children), he started describing the situation in medical terms (how the bacteria at the root of the tooth can gradually decay tooth structure and the decay can advance to the pulp hence pulling the tooth is often the treatment of choice). I am not kidding…

This is not the language you use to explain to a child why his tooth needs to be pulled out!!

The child was NOT HAPPY, clearly. Whatever comfort was left in him vanished as soon as the doctor took out his needle to give him the anaesthesia. It was a blunt “ I do not want any injection”. Fullstop. When this sentence did not work, he started crying, small sobs at first, big loud howls after the injection. The anasthesia unfortunately did not work. After three such injections Arno was so angry that he started saying “pain” for every movement of the doctor. He howled, protested, shouted, tried wriggling down from the chair….the young doctor was totally zapped by his behavior. Thankfully, there was an experienced nurse by his side ( I have started replacing the word “older” with “experienced” these days..dont ask me why). She was trying her best to comfort the child in a more “philosophical” language. What she said was,

“We know that you are in pain Arno, but we are trying to help you, for your future”

Arno, by this time was beyond all such smooth talking…he was in pain....plus pain enhanced by anger…plus pain enhanced by helplessness on this chair, mouth open! So he replied (to the nurse),

“Do you even know the meaning of HELP? I did not know HELPING means GIVING PAIN”..

The mother although not exactly proud of the way the son said this……could not help smiling…

Kids these days are smart…I was super dumb at six, am sure, could never have constructed such a sentence on my own….

[The last sentence needs to be deleted before Arno starts reading the blog]

;-)

Mother - son bonding time

Not that I want it to happen again. I hate it when Arno is sick....
But since we need to look at the positive side of everything ALWAYS, hence I come up with this post and qualify this as "Mother Son bonding time"
Arno has viral fever for the last three days. I am home with him.There is fever, headache, crankyness, coughing, irritation..etc etc.. Under such circumstances, the "strict" mom needs to transform for a few days. Transform into something different..something to pamper the kid....whatever makes him smile......
So mother transforms and child JUST LOVES THIS NEW MOM!! [imagine the shock he gets when the fever is gone and so is the "new mom"]

Cartoons at 9:30 am: OK [What??]
Chicken nuggets for lunch: OK [Thats ok]
Wii-ing for more than 30 mins: OK [say it again!!]
Cartoon channel on: OK [O God, give me the strength to carry on]
Pizza for dinner: OK
Pizza ON the couch??? ::: ALSO OK [Believe me its not so easy to maintain my new role]


The kid is too surprised to even believe what is happening. I am sure he pinched himself couple of times in my absence to check that he was not dreaming when I said YES to " Mama, can I watch Toy story AGAIN? " . During lunch time, the " new" mama even offered, "Arno would you like to have the chicken nuggets on the couch while watching Toy Story?" Wow...as the words spilled out of my mouth, I could not believe my ears...Little Arno was OVERJOYED! Inspite of the fever, he did manage to give me a wonderful smile..sort of tired, shocked and a surprised smile!! We chatted together on the couch munching on chips and chicken nuggets (I tried my best not to pay attention to the crumbs that fell on the couch and the carpet). Arno was visibly happy. The sick child transformed into a chattering happy child explaining to me the pranks of Buzz light year and Woody..(I have no clue whether this was the paracetamol or the "new mom" that brought about this transformation)...we played a game of chess after that, painted some pictures, watched SOME MORE movies...
We just bonded.

It was dinner time..Finally the "new" mom decided to get the " old mom" back. I cooked a healthy chicken stew.

I realized such transformations are not only necessary but also fun!

Mama barir moja **

We were visiting Bangalore where my brother stays. For Arno, it was heaven..lot of rules were allowed to be broken and the grandparents made most of the decisions rather than the "strict" mom. The best part was ...."you ask for something and you get it". I was offcourse struggling with my inner self trying to appear "cool", feel "chill", react "normal" and sound like a "good mother". Several instances, the urge to box the ears was so strong...............anyway....coming back to the point ;
One of the days when Arno had gradually built up his confidence level to a point where he thought that he can basically get anything and everything , he asked my brother if he can PLAY with the "Chairmans trophy --best employee award" . It is a wonderful glass trophy kept with other such awards in a nice glass cabinet. For Arno , it was very simliar to the "Piston Cup" from the movie Cars ,hence the urge to PLAY!!!!
I said NO. Fullstop.
NO WAY!
He asked again.......NO.....again.....NO.....then I thought it might be wise to try to EXPLAIN PROPERLY (most of the time a proper explanation works much better than a blunt NO).
So I started to "explain" to him how important the trophy was to my brother.
I said (temper totally under control), "Arno, these are not piston cups from movies, these are REAL rewards which my brother got...these are trophies that people get for good work after they are 30".
He said, "Mama, you are WAY MORE THAT 30, how come you dont have these??"
........... A minute of silence.................................

ps: O God Almighty, please give me the wisdom to stop a sentence at the right moment. [Why , why , why did I not stop my last sentence after "good work" ? ]

**(english translation : fun at maternal uncles place)"

Signed "with love"

I am a piece of paper
Light pink with a tiny rose at the corner,
Waiting to be written on.

The wait is long now, it was different before.
These days, I know I am not needed any more..................

Before,
When she picked me gently up,
Her excited heart beat I could hear,
As she sat with a pen in her hand,
Excitement and anticipation, hard to bear
I could see her flushed face,
Trying to weave her thoughts in line,
A slight tremble of hand as the pen touched me ,
Flowing emotions, the pleasure was all mine.
The occasional breaks, as the pen paused,
Fond memories made her smile,
The hug, the kiss, the endearments,
I could share the intimacies, all the while.
A drop of tear, a smudge on the ink,
As she wrote "yours and yours only"
Blurred vision with more drops to come,
If only I could hug her tight, she was sad and lonely.
It was signed "with love", and then a small hesitation before she let me go,
Sealed with a kiss one last time, I was carrying her heart, you know.

Today,
There is a keyboard and you just have to "type"
Life has options, you can "chat" or you can "skype".
"Friends" are "added" with a "request" all the while;
"Smileys" are "entered" to show that you smile,
The "mouse" these days is stronger than the pen;

I lay unhappy in the dark store room waiting,
Till someone picks up the pen again...................



Good Old Days....

Days of pure fun, days of innocent existence,
The period of time is frozen in my mind.

A time of life when life is so beautiful,
Struggling as mad, yet each moment a pleasure;
Silly pranks, stupid jokes, meaningless banter,
Forever to treasure!

Each day a new day to live,
No tomorrow to care for,
The Profs face is the only source of stress,
Some tests, a few classes, low decibel giggles,
Paper rockets flying behind his back,
A sort of “cool” carelessness!!

Each friend – a lifetime friend,
Hot gossip, funny emotions, infinite support,
A bond stronger than blood,
Promises independent of consequences,
Some kept, some broken,
All based on love, pure love unspoken.

Each moment a Kodak moment,
Some happily coloured, few fading grey,
Nicely album-ized, if there is such a verb.
There is no going back.
Turning the pages from time to time and letting my mind wander…………