~Me Doing Iman's Part..~

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Mastii

"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

okay, attention bangali!!!, saraswati pujo and valentines day are on the same day this year.. Saraswati pujo is basically the valentines day of bengalis.

Now, to all those bacha bacha couples, bad luck- karon tomader bedsheet ar bedcover hoye ekdin e berote debe.. ar berote parbenaa.. Because you cringe couples aka doodh er sishus are the only cause of deflation of my sanity (karon toder dekhle amar gaa haath pa jole jaye). Uronto bike e duronto mamomi’s, ektu aste gari chalaben tar karon apnader mrityo shigrohi ashche bole amader moto paaye chola public dero mrityor karon hoben na..

To all the "parar kuchute kakimaas" jodi dekhi apnar meye OYO te giye anjali dicche, tobe amio kintu shonate charbona.. (Ami school theke karor sathe fhirle toh ekebare semi-mahabharat shuru kore phelen) Beshi barabari korlena cheredebona....

Ekhon anek day ashte choleche... ami just slap day tar jonyo wait korchi.. Rastaye jake dekhbo takei chor mere happy slap day bole cut marbo...

Okay koekta bangali der tag koredi

@enigma-the-mysterious @punamc @choppedphilosopherharmony @dopebanditlightpie @zindagi-se-darte-ho @hashi-thatta @janaknandini-singh999 @jukti-torko-golpo

Ei koekjon e ache i guess

Pyaar haule haule bhi nahi ho raha hai!

অসাধারণ... চোখ দিয়ে জল পরছে... থামছে না.....

দোল

বসন্তের সোহাগী সূর্যটা মায়ের আটপৌরে শাড়ির রঙটা চুরি করে রোজ বিকেলের শেষে । একরাশ ধুলো, রোদ্দুর মেখে অশ্লীল মশকরা করতে করতে ভেসে যায় বড় রাস্তা ধরে, তারপর ঘাটের দিক থেকে আসা একটা ঠান্ডা হাওয়ার সাথে ভাব করে লাল সাদা কাগজফুল ঝরায় তোমাদের দেউড়ির সামনে। পীরমাজারের উপর ঢোলকলমির ঝোপ মৃত্যুশোকের মত ছায়া ঘনিয়ে রাখে। মনসুর আলি ছেঁড়া মাফলার গলায় পেঁচিয়ে শ্বেতী ঢাকার চেষ্টা করতে করতে বড় রাস্তা পার হয়। হঠাৎ দমকা হাওয়ায় বুড়োবটতলায় মানতের ঢিলগুলোয় ঠোকাঠুকি লেগে যায়। আমি দেখতে পাই শনিমন্দিরের সামনে হাতটা তিনবার মাথায় ঠেকিয়ে পার হচ্ছো তুমি। হাঁপানির টান নিয়েই মা  তিনবার শাঁখে ফুঁ দেয়। শুকিয়ে যাওয়া তুলসীটা একঘটি জলের সোহাগ নিয়ে হাওয়ায় দোল খায়। ছাদের বুক জুড়ে প্রাচীন ব্যাধির মত শ্যাওলার দল। বিস্তীর্ণ ফাটলে উপহাস করে অশ্বত্থের চারারা। তুমি তখন আমার বাড়ির আরো কাছে। মা কে দেখে থমকে দাঁড়াও,বলো " এবার একটা ভালো ডাক্তার দেখান কাকিমা, অনেক তো হল "। মা শুধু হাসে। আমি দেখি মায়ের হাসিটা ভেজা শিমুলের মত স্নিগ্ধ। পাশের বাড়ির গুলমোহরের কোঠরে কাঠবেড়ালির খুনসুটি। আমার কথা তোলো তুমি " পলাশ কেমন আছে?"। ইছেমতীর বুক থেকে বড়দার গুলিখাওয়া লাশের মত একটা চাঁদ হটাৎ ভেসে ওঠে সবার চোখের আড়ালে। কাদের বাড়িতে যেন খুব হৈহৈ.. "আজ আমাদের ন্যাড়াপোড়া, কাল আমাদের..." । উড়ন্ত আগুনের ফুলকিরা ঘরছাড়া হয় শুকতারাকে ছুঁয়ে ফেলার চেষ্টায় । আমি হুইলচেয়ার টা সরিয়ে নিয়ে আসি ছাদের ধার থেকে.... শুনতে পাই মায়ের চোখমোছা স্বর " মেডিকায় বলেছে আর বোধহয় মাস দুই, তবু যদ্দিন থাকে চোখের সামনে, মা ডাকটুকু শুনতে পাই"। আঁচল চাপা অস্ফুট কান্না বাকি কথা দের ঢেকে দেয়। সেই দস্যি হাওয়াটা ফের ফিরে আসে কোত্থেকে, ভাসিয়ে নিয়ে যায় মায়ের দীর্ঘশ্বাস.. ঢোলকলমির বন ঠেলে, ইছেমতীর বুক ঘেঁষে, কার বাড়ির সন্ধেপ্রদীপ কাঁপিয়ে.. বহুদূর.. বহুদূর..।

(আগের বছরের দোলের লেখা)

ছবি : Ranadeep Naskar

In the world full of "Aapki Halwayi ki dukan toh mein haraap ke rahunga"

I still believe in "Bade bade desho mein aisi choti choti baatein hoti reheti hai, Senorita"

I get in the car with him. I’m meeting him in person for the first time and his smile warms my heart. “You said you’ll wear a pullover” he says. “Actually, the pullover got stained”. I look over to him and his eyes are on the road. He looks like a new beginning. Hope blooms shamelessly in my heart. We stop for noodles by the road. It is his favourite spot he mentions. I mentally thank him for sharing a favourite with me. We talk about poetry and he asks me why I like Sylvia Plath so much. I start telling him expecting disinterest to mar his face. But he looks at me like I am a language he wishes to be fluent in. No one has ever looked at me like that. The shopkeeper calls out suddenly, breaking the moment. He goes out to bring the noodles. He hands me my plate and says, “Be careful. it is hot.” and I look at him like he just said ‘I like you’. It is raining outside and we sit in the car in the comfortable silence, eating. The moment feels almost magical. The steam from the noodles clouds the air, blurring the world outside. I look over to him and our eyes meet. My cheeks heat up. “I love the rain”, I say hiding my smitten expression. “Oh me too. It is so romantic”, he agrees. The RJ of the radio agrees too and a romantic tune fills the car. The conversation flows like a river from books to movies to politics to spirituality. He laughs like a kid at my jokes and it takes all of my self control to not reach over and squish his cheeks. He is just so adorable. He feels like the other half of me. The other piece to my puzzle. I let myself hope of us together. But he talks of everything, never us. I plead in my head, “Tell me that you want to meet again. Tell me please, this is just the very first page.” He never does. He drops me at the bus stop. The sinking feeling slowly contaminating the high. “I’ll call you”, he says painting the blue of despair with the yellow of hope. But he never does. He never calls.

truth being bestowed nicely with vanity..🌷✨

I don't get why being in a relationship is so important RIGHT NOW. I mean, just go with the flow babe, it's not a need. People are like, "Get a boyfriend" , why ? Just give me one relevant point why I need to get a boyfriend right now ? To receive gifts and flowers? My father gives enough of that to me. To get a lot of attention ? I try to run away from that. To show him off to my friends? What's the point of showing off something which is temporary ?

I'll be in a relationship when I love someone. When someone loves me. I'm not mad to get into some shitty relationship and ruin my concentration on studies. Stop giving me such suggestions. You're gonna know when I'm in a relationship (shaadi ka card jayega seedha aapke ghar mein) :)

~SHONAJHURI HAAT~

Shantiniketan Trip:- Day-1

As a lover of Rabindranath Thakur, I have always dreamt to give a small visit to Shantiniketan. Dream came true. I am sitting in my hotel room right now and I am typing this in my notepad. Pinush (my pishemoshai/uncle) playing a rabindra sangeet "Bodhu micche rag korona"

It was 6:52 a.m. (i love keeping time records for a stupid reason, suppose we meet a problem and a detective arrives and asks me the time i will be able to give the exact time and help the detective to solve the case faster) when me and my family reached Howrah station. Pinush and family came around 8:15 a.m. (the train timing was 8:30 so no issues). We hopped on the train took our seats and waited for the train to arrive at Bolpur Shantiniketan Station. We got down from the train at 12:00 p.m. (dot time XD) We took a Toto and reached at our hotel. We took bath, had our lunch and left for Shonajhuri Haat

Shonajhuri Haat was the best place... It felt like I have teleported to the era of Rabi Thakur. Believe me, every single one was wearing traditional dress. Men and boys were wearing Punjabi, Jeans. Some even wore punjabi and dhuti. Women and girls were wearing Saree, churidar, kurti, short kurti and long skirt. Even I was wearing traditional. Tribal dances and baul gaan were my favorite part of the haat. Everyone was "Rabindrik". People singing rabindra sangeet while roaming around the haat, chatting about Rabi Thakur's Uponyash, Choto Golpo, Kobita and what not.

Some tribal, residents of Shantiniketan sold their creative items like Handmade Saree, punjabi, churidar, coat, umbrella, handkerchief, pencil box, diary. Handcrafted Jewelry and alot. We purchased a lot of things. Some titbit of eye-talk or eye-contact happened with a random guy.(he was handsome and was rabindrik from inside cause he was not wearing traditionals but he was very much into the haat and everything present) It felt good, people reading this have all the right to judge me but I felt good.

খোকার মনের ঠিক মাঝখানটিতে

আমি যদি পারি বাস নিতে-_

তবে আমি একবার

জগতের পানে তার

চেয়ে দেখি বসি সে-নিভৃতে ॥

তার রবি শশী তারা

জানিনে কেমন ধার!

~ রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর

I took all these photographs in my camera. I don't know but I looked very beautiful today and felt good as well. I was carrying a camera and was clicking the pictures of every single thing present there. I felt very happy and peaceful. I don't have much words to describe more. I described the whole shonajhuri haat.

(We purchased a lot of cloths and fun moment, nothing was a good fit for my older brother because he is freaking tall and a little chubby. I am waiting for a bookstore in order to purchase a lot of books of Rabindranath)

Thats all for today (second blog coming soon and I am having a very nice trip getting no time to surf my mobile phone XD)

I have to tag these mutuals of mine

@enigma-the-mysterious @choppedphilosopherharmony @intellectual6666 @arjokonna @zindagi-se-darte-ho

Lemme post some Rabindra Sangeet too 📜🍁

exam officially got over yesterday. As usual I installed Instagram and the first thing I did was to open the profile of Shreya Chatterjee.. (Usually th first thing I do is open tumblr to check on the only friend I have in tumblr.. after that I had a bad event so). Scrolling through her profile makes me feel so calm and drifts me away from all my overthinkings and insecurities... Her poems, her photographs, her spotify playlist everything is on point...

To have a profile like her is also my wish... I have found out that Shreya Di and me are quite similar in some stages, for example we both love our culture, we love all the languages and traditions of our country, the way we think is also quite similar... Her profile is so aesthetic and cozy it really makes me feel good! Yesterday I spent hours on her profile.. Sometimes I cried, sometimes I laughed seeing her feed..(I was also going through something and as soon as I opened her account i started crying anyways.. No emotional talks)... I really admire her...

With Love,

Hiya~

My playlist of bangla gaan.....