Amita r chokhe Amartya

Amita r chokhe Amartya

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Prio Amortyo..

Aaj onek jug pore..

hotat kore shujog ta eshe gelo.

Tui bodhoy chilish naa..

aar ami o sherom bhabe..

janano r proyojon bodh kori ni..

Nijer moton kore..

eka eka gie..

tor aapis tuku dekte cheyechilum..

Dekhe elum!

Shedin December er shokaal..

toder subway theke berie i

dekhte pelum, toder aapis..

Amaader shantiniketon er moton..

naa khete paoa, rong uthe jaoa building to noy..

jhaa chokchok e, orthoniti r apis bote toder!

Harvard bisshwobidyaloy...

ore baba, naam ta shune o jeno..

Haar ta bhaare jaay..

Jaai hok, moja korchi naa re..

dekhlum, onek din er mon er shaadh o metalum..

Tobu keno jeno kichu i chue jete parlo naa..

Ei aapish er jonno tui aaj eto door e..

jaani tor onek aapis..shudhu ki ekta..

baki gulo o hoyto..onnanyo desh e ..

erom i hobe..

Amaar khub ekta tate kichu ashe jaay naa..

pajor e aagle toke jokhon manush korechilum..

bhebechilum tui ektu onnyo bhabe bhabbi..

Bhebe o chish..

durbikkhe r chokh gulo ke nie gobeshona korechish..

boro boro prize o peyechish..

Tobu hotaash i holum re..

janina, aar o bodhoy kichu cheyechilum tor kache..

hoyto ba, panjor er je sneho tui peyechili..

shei gulo r ferot paoa r oppekhay chilum..

Manush to..

Sharthopor to..

Boyosh onek holo to..

Tai shesh porjonto likhe o fellum..

Bhalo thakish re..

Ihojonme na hole o..

Tui to Amartya...

Hoyto ba poro jonme!

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On seeing the Economics Department at Harvard, Boston - Dec'09.

Pagol Bondhu r Prithibi

Pagla Bondhu

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Bondhu ke, ba keno keu bondhu

eta ekhono thik bujhe uthte parini

shudhu bujhi, pagla ta bondhu..

Hotat kore phone kore, kinba mail

abaar thik hotat i kore,

puro chup kore jaay..

Din jaay, maash jaay,

pagla bondhu amaar udhao,

nije r paglami shamlate besto thake bodhoy..

Thik jokhon pare na shamlate

abar thok thok kore,

dorjaay kora naare..

Ore, kichu kor,

poth dekha, hante jaabi chol,

lekh, dheu ke nie jolokeli kor,

koto shob abdaar taar..

Bondhu bole i to abdaar..

Jodi o por hoto,

jodi o amar eka raat er,

chaand er dike takie chokh er jol er shathi na hoto,

tobe ki kokhono korto oi abdaar...

Oke shamlate gie nije o pagol hoar jogar,

Keno thok thok korish,

Keno bolish dheu ante, ba dheu er opor die jete,

besh to achi, nirbaak, nirlipto, nisthobdo, niruddesh o bodhoy..

Amaar aar kichu chai naa,

shudhu tor paglami,

aar tor bondhutto,

ei tukui jotheshto..

Aay, prithibi ta r ekta round mere ashi, cho....

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Karur kono shara shobdo nei...

Karu r kono shara shobdo nei..

--

Karur kono shara shobdo nei..

Othocho kichu bochor agei

Amra na choto chilaam..

Aar shei choto thakar shomoy..

Pujo r chuti bolo, baa vindeshe,

Onno kono chuti bolo..amra shobai..

Naatni ra, naati ra, chute jetam..

tantipara lane er oi barita te..

Dadubhai thakto amader jonno mukhie..

Didubhai roj nanaan dhoron er maach..

Kinba shondhe holei, roll, chop-cutlet anaato..

Aaj..Karur kono shara shobdo nei..

Buro manush gulo ekhon

chaai hoe ube geche..

amra choto ra ekhon boro hoechi..

nanaan mohadeshe..naanaan kaaj e nijeder moton kore

obosthaan korechi..amaader shobaai i ekhon aar keu,

choto o noy, ekaa o noy, shonge jibon shathi ra esheche..

Ma-baba ra, maane oi amader mashi-mesho-mama ra, shobai boyesh hoe..

notun projonme r alo amaader haate tule dieche..

Ei ashay..

je notun projonmo abaar alo aanbe..

aanbe onek kolahol..shokale fute thaka chotto kuri r moton..

notun jibon..

Ashchorjo -- tobu charidike karur kono shara shobdo nei..

Keno jaano ?

Ei juge,

keu shara shobdo kore naa..

Keu kolahol kore naa..

keu chop-cutlet khaay naa..

Jug ta amar moton 'karu' der noy,

tomader moton 'Goru' der..

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I could not resist getting back to my blog after an eternity..Reason being the mail above from some guy who apparently got misled into a folk-lore about me..strange to know that i have become one of those eccentric sample that CAT coaching institutes are now touting around to highlight how life can become once you have an IIM MBA...i got into ETIG -- true while i was close to being made a Philips conventional sales & marketing offer on campus -- but that is a little away from the truth that is being circulated with these guys, that i ditched an offer. No way, perhaps i would have charted my life in a different manner had life itself not taken control of my paths ahead...in any case, my kudos to India and Indians..the IIM culture, the MBA hogwash, the eccentric samples (some of whom direct a movie, others open up a travel-firm, or some others end up writing books and praising the latest good looking actress in bolly-town)....and offcourse to the Indian-ness in me..i was given an adrenaline shot with this characterisation in the email..from 2003 to end of 2009...6 years, about half of what appears to be a divine cycle in Hindu time-periods, maybe another world is still coming along...Alvida..

Growing Old

--Growing Old--

After years trickle by and

new faces and cities

become part of a new life.

When instead of my old lean self,

all you note is my paunch..

I look around and feel

the passing of a decade,

today the young have come

and the hair has grown grey..

It is then, i remember you..

Your touch..

the fingers in my mouth..

The softest corner of your..

Tender lips melting in mine..

Your honest innocent hug,

Still clings on to me,

The last morsel on

your hungry child's lips..

The tears oozed by one by one

As the decade passed

in your sleep on my lap,

i have stayed awake,

Today, the full moon is out.

I have grown old.

Blogging poetry..
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