A Rainfall

আজকাল কারো হাতে সময় নেই। সকালে উঠে দাঁত না মাজলে দাঁত নষ্ট হয়ে যাবে তাই কোনোরকমে দাঁতের ওপর যেমন তেমন করে ব্রাশের এলোমেলো স্পর্শ বুলিয়ে কঝনো রকমে ওটার পাঠ চুকিয়ে অন্য কাজে মন দিতে পারলেই বাঁচা যায়। তারপরে তো প্রাতঃকর্ম আছে, খেয়ে উদ্ধার করা আছে, কি নিলাম কি নিলাম না সেটাও মাথায় রাখতে হবে। সব মিলিয়ে এক হুলস্থুল অবস্থা... বাড়ির বৌ যদি চাকরি করে তাহলে তো ঘরের বাকিরা তো শুধু স্বামী স্ত্রীর উত্তেজিত চলা ফেরা দেখেই ছায়াছবি দেখার আনন্দ উপভোগ করে নিতে পারবে। তবে যদি ছোট বাচ্চা থেকে থাকে তাহলে গোলমাল আরো বাড়বে, সকালে যদি রান্নার মাসির আসার থাকে আর সে যদি সময়ের রকমফের করে বসে তাহলেই হলো। গৃহিণী একাই তখন গোটা ঘর মাথায় তুলে নেবে! স্বামীর দুদণ্ড দেরি হবার উপক্রম নেই, হলেই তখন ঝড় উঠবে বাড়িতে। কে কার কথা শোনে তখন, সবাই সমস্বরে চেঁচাতে ব্যস্ত হয়ে উঠবে। এই তো গেল সকালে ওঠার পরেরে চিত্রনাট্য, এরপরে রাস্তায় নামার পর স্কুল বাস দেরি কেন করছে? অথবা স্কুল বাস আগেভাগে এসে পড়লে আহা হাতে অনেক সময়, তখন হেলতেদুলতে যেমন খুশি চলো, বাসের জন্য অপেক্ষা বেড়ে যাবে, অথবা এ্যাপ ক্যাবের জন্য বুকিং করে শা...

সব কিছুই বদলে যায় । এই যেমন ধরা যাক ইংরেজদের শাসন কালে বাঙ্গালিরা কদাচিৎ ইংরাজি ভাষা নিয়ে কোনো মাতামাতি করত না। তখন মানুষ নিজেদের বাঙালি হওয়াতে গর্ব বোধ আর সাহিত্যে যুগ...

আজকাল চারিদিকে দেখতে পাই মানুষ শসব‍্যস্ত। তাদের এক মুহূর্তেরও সময় নেই, কারো সঙ্গে রাস্তায় দেখা হলেও মনে হয় এই মানুষটি কেটে পড়তে পারলেই হয়তো আরাম পাবে। সে যে কোনও রকমের পরিস্থিতি হোক কেন। আমরা যাদের জন‍্য সারাদিন খেটে মরছি তাদেরও দু দণ্ড সময় নেই কাছে বসে শোনার যে কেমন চলছে সবকিছু। সবাই যেন দৌড়ানোর প্রতিযোগিতায় নাম লিখিয়েছে। কে প্রথমে পৌছোবে তার নেই ঠিক কিন্তু তবুও দৌড়োনো চাই। এই দৌড়াদৌড়িতে আমরা আসে পাসের প্রাকৃতিক দৃশ্যগুলোকে অবহেলা এবং অবজ্ঞা করে চলেছি। তারা রোজ কেমন করে নতুন ফুল ফোটালো বা ফলে ভরে উঠলো তা নিয়ে কারোর কোনও হেলদোল নেই। যে যার মত করে দৌড়ে ছুটে বা লম্ফ দিয়ে পালিয়ে যাচ্ছে সবকিছু উপেক্ষা করে।

যারা চায় তবু পায়না তারাই ভালো থাকে, কারন তাদের মধ‍্যে চাহিদাটা জাগ্রত থাকে। কিন্তু যারা না চেয়েই পেয়ে যায় তারা সেই পাওয়ার মূল‍্য বোঝেনা তাই তারা পেয়েও অখুশি থাকে আর সেই প...

তাদের পরিচয়ে সময় পাল্টেছে। সময় বলে যাচ্ছে যুগ যুগ ধরে কত কাহিনী তবুও সেই সব কথা কজন কান পেতে শুনেছে? কজন ভেবেছে যে আজ যা সব ভুল হয়েছে কালকেও তাদের আবার ঘটালে কি পরিনাম টা হব...

There was a time when people used to slog the entire day for a handful of money. Nowadays the situation has become so that even slogging does not make your hands full even at the end of the month. We were born as infants, nurtured, nourished and cared to become someone's son and someone's old age stick. Even after becoming elder to that infant we did not learn one thing that our parents, siblings and neighbours did not teach us about. It was our own jurisdiction, nurturing and upbringing of our own self, our decisions, our faith and our thoughts. We took in the book's theories, we learn't how to add, subtract, multiple and divide but we did not learn that we had to feed our mind too. The school had children, a lot of them at that however we were made to like, appreciate and follow their ways in some way or the other. As if we are like some electronic device in native unprogrammed state and will get the code engraved as soon as we start interacting, listening and unders...

Everyday whenever we venture out of our comfortable homes we have to walk on the government roads sometime or the other, somehow or the other. We are this world's most blessed creatures as we have the privilege of providing the most valuable provision to the passing by vehicles, the passing space. We might be walking, cycling, riding a two wheeler or a four wheeled vehicle however if there was no person on the road considering our presence then it would have been a nightmare moving ahead. Its not an option for us to stay put on the lane and disallow others from freely moving ahead of us. If we think that we are stubborn or may have been made so by the person behind us moving closer to our existence on this road then god forbid what would happen if he manages to cross us recently. There would be words filling up his mouth so casually out of distaste, frustration or anger which would never have happened if we allowed them ahead of us on time and as per their will. Its all in the min...

From the very initiation when the world was a huge place and we were still unsure of our area's roads too my mother was there to guide me. Any problems and any questions would be directed by me at her for a satisfactory answer or solution. She would never get impatient and would never scold me for anything but would only be with me as a friend and above. We spent many days roaming around together, mom used to cook my favourite dishes and we used to watch movies and television together. There were times when mom used to be unhappy with me as I grew old but still after that situation she would come back happily and love just as she used to do ago. I never had a thought that one day she would leave me and make my environment, life and thoughts empty without her presence. Today I see a world without her, I see an apartment without her, I see a life without her, its very difficult, but I she is still there somewhere watching me, staying beside me and also guiding my thoughts. Its as ...

When I was a child my father used to take me along with to various places, market, his place of work (Eastern Railway hospital, Asansol) and also he took me to the Asansol railway yard when I saw various Locomotives running from left to right and vice versa. I used to enjoy being with him barring the thoughts of school which I always used to find a pain every morning. My three elder brothers used to love me like a child can be loved, my eldest brother used to take me on his motorcycle to the rest houses of Medical representatives where I saw different people from different locations in West Bengal assembling and have a life which was below ordinary however they were happy. My middle brother was the one who used to scold me the most and I used to be very fearful giving him back any word which I didn't like however his love used to come back always through different items which he used to bring me. The elder brother did also love me however he used to be busy most of the time rarely...

The cold gust of wind, a jacket wrapped all around the body , a man is walking down the road, a few people come from the other side, they pull at his jacket, tug at his muffler and poke at his existence, he doesn't recognise them! Few things in life come absolutely free, unasked irritation, nagging and pestering also a pinch of jealousy and anxious attacks are included here. Some people go places, like an institution to study, to recognise their abilities in life, unless they come across goons who hate simple living and healthy thinking...the goons don't know the guy either, the guy simply enjoys here the wrath of his existence in that situation, that class and that converts into a tragedy. He can be paraded naked, he can be punched hard all areas without knowing he is human,he can be mentally tortured so as to forget what he primarily had in purpose inside his mind. The time ticks by and only thing he knows is fear and any means to run away or give up. Everything needs a limit...

One day Prabhat came out of his house and started walking on the roadside heading towards his office, suddenly his eyes fell on something unusual, a Rs. 500 note was lying infantly on the road, he gazed beside and backwards analysing the anxiety of a yes or no, telling his limbs to be with him. His mind was getting overjoyed by the fact that it was a no mans land and he was a complete winner but still his internal atmospheric thermos was telling him that it may not be a wise decision. It can be anybody's currency, a beggar after a comfortable night snooze off to a new day carelessly maybe. Or a man whose wife has been expecting her husband to get her some smiles back home in the evening. It could even be a father's happiness for his son or even a colleague who had lent him this much in bad times. There maybe many a reason for other's to be happy and deprived as well since they will now know its not there in their pockets. Prabhat scratched his head and felt lonely money may...

The clouds have come belated though for yesterday, still we expect some drops to moisten the souls of this dried state, the roads are charred with dry pores opening jaws to gulp down the heavenly blessings of water droplets down the routes of the earthly sutures...there was a sunny morning, blatantly displaying its bright warm teeth, and as time has moved the warmth has transformed into sweat belching heat unbearable to the crying skin...man has moved down stairs, wiped his forehead with that dry kerchief fresh from the hands of that worried wife's hands who had made a breakfast just not tasty enough for her husband this morning. The crowds on the pedestrian path and on the bus and trains are thinking what a place is India...we can overcrowd ourselves yet don't cry a no when we are in the biggest struggle to exist and go forward everyday. Two people, a girl and a boy will fall in love in that weary dusty afternoon in a shady park or a lonely abandoned bus stop and say, oh yeah,...

It was the times of the lakes, the trees overlooking the waters and thinking well where has that red fish gone today? When the grasses are telling stories to each other and giggling at the birds who are snoozing in the branches, yawning in the raining morning rays from the bored sun who thinks well, life is sooo monotonous...the boys are walking towards their schools some pelting stones at the innocent quiet waters of the lake and yelling out wishes of the bouncing stone which they might visualise in the afternoon breaks...the clay road is thinking what more weight can we expect today that might distort my surface and make me realign into unknown structurals...the lake is still now waiting for some ripples to happen either from underneath or from the skies and the wretched tree gaping at its natural existence and weathering and dropping into it its dryness as leaves...at times there is a joy and at times it a curse being a part of this world, sometimes we feel that we have earned somet...

I wish I can run back to my early days, the days I used to get up early in the mornings brushing my teeth and the other routines just to catch a bus to office or a cab, the pleasures of meeting my office colleagues, becoming busy with the work at hand and going out to lunch together at the one hour break in the afternoons, I wish I can run back to the days when I used to pedal on my cycle slowly and steadily seeing the road run past me and viewing other people get busy reaching the college gates and thinking of a great day of studies and enjoyment together with friends...the rooms of lectures were all we knew togetherness was the penultimate destination of the moments, there used to exchange of notes and fighting over a petty mistake or solving a horribly looking easy numerical in Chemistry...I wish I can run back to the days when getting up early in the morning would only ask me to answer few really silly questions of what would be there in the periods to come in the high school days,...

hum doobna chahte thhe par insaan sahara de diya, dushman samajh ke andhere ko gale mila liya, aap hum sab kahin kisidin milenge bichhar jayenge, isi beech me gustakhi hum thhori si kiye jayenge, maaf karna dost yeh sabse hota hai, waqt ke saath saath aayna bhi muh mor leta hai... By Nirmalendu Mukherjee

main aur meri tanhai...yeh lavs kahin suna hoga...raat ke andheri ghar me aankh kabhi bhara hoga...kabhi socha hoga ke waqt humein kya kya naya tasveer dikhate hain...kabhi subah ka suraj kabhi shaam ko gumsum chandni banate hain...koi hasi se muskurahat tak jee jaata hai, koi aansoowon me zindagi bhar pee jaata hai, aise hi zindagi beet jaata hai, ek masoom ungli kabhi bara per bankar chhaya bann jaata hai...By Nirmalendu Mukherjee

Hello gentlemen of this universe, I am a man from India, a person who lives in a state called West Bengal and my home is a small town called Asansol on the borders of Bengal and Jharkhand, a state above West Bengal in the Indian map previously a part of Bihar which again is a state above Jharkhand. Anyways speaking about me, I am currently residing in a capital city of West Bengal named Kolkata, rechristened from Calcutta as the British had named it during their days of dominance and inhabitation, this city is big in dimensions, area, establishments and human population unlike my small home town which is 1/10 of this Kolkata city, although big the sentiments of this city never touches or dares to merge with the thoughts of my home town, the childhood days, the schooling screams and playgrounds all in my home town, far away from this polluted and mean city named Kolkata, where only professionals and politicians can reside and live peacefully. Speaking of peaceful this city never portray...

From the inception of humans inside this earthly cage, there came a tree, a river, a duck and a few more birds...the whole thing was called the ecology, the ecology was thought about more by the humans...the ecology was unfortunately modified as humans themselves created this "unfortunate" word and without any past experience thoughts went ahead, created machines which would cut, kill and modify this ecology, these words were also human creations, 'destruction' word...hence when he slowly started this word's activity he was being neglected by his fellow mates, hated and hit...these also were so called 'human feelings' and hence one day in his so called 'active life' he became lonely while destroying this earth, he lost his love, which is an attraction between a man and a woman in which man promises, the girl listens and enjoys whatever he does like a monkey with her...well I forgot to tell man himself was a monkey earlier...anyways so when he loses...

When the seeds of mind play profusely into the future asking the deadly hollows to recede and carefreely take the path of the avenues of trees and woods. I am waiting for that natural fauna to surround my world around feeling the dew on my palms asking the gods to increase in the branches as the greenery of the leafy plantation world. The greens everywhere eyes in ecstatic nature love asking the road ahead to elongate as I move ahead seeing the fish bounce on the still lakes and brimming brooks, asking the clay of the soil to release its moist fragrance and I see the mountaineous peaks peeping amongst the green spread icing its peaks. The songs of birds playing to full house today as I an audience claps in my mind the sweetest melody in this universe. Going ahead feeling myself into the world again, the natural world...

Behind every watery drop lies a scene, the scene of clouds covering the eternity of the above expanse, we are beholding the mysterious water carriers draped in the attire of black and grey, covering the blue heavens and spreading its arms far and wide, the cottons of water are coming in haste, trying to overcome the sunly gaze and fillup the earth with specks of tiny particles of watery droplets around. We all amazed run up to the balcony to see this holy vision of the heavens meeting the earth, through the watery communication...We see the clouds start to mumble and rumble along with the other, flashing bulbs that explode after every use and sounding furious in its blackish, angry feathers giving out the message that we have come to wetten your souls, that have been made unholy by unfruitful ruthless souls and have made your life traumatic and warm, cool off with my cool drops, let my anger flow and make you smile, make you seek me, make you bathe in my flow and pour...Lets fall, lets...