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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Rahman (2nd issue)


Rahman was thinking all these stuff while doing his evening namaz. When the namaz was over, he was again angry with himself. While doing a namaz, full concentration should be on allah. But he was thinking these material problems! He is surely a bad Muslim. He pinched himself again and again for this. His bad mood got worse.

After a while, again the material problems surrounded him. Oh my God! He can at most manage some food for the next morning only. What will he do after that? What will he eat?

With these thoughts that never come to a conclusion, Rahman slowly felt asleep. Rahman was sleeping. Suddenly he saw a man. Dressed like a common farmer. He saw the man working in a coarse field with an axe. When the man saw him he said, "Rahman, you are a very nice child. Just know one thing. If you know your path and can gather enough conviction to keep on walking the path then the energy will eventually come to you." saying this, the man hit the rough soil hard with his axe. And within the next split second, the coarse field was gone. Instead, there was the eye soothing greenery of a paddy field.

Rahman wake up. He was full with a comfort he never felt before. But who was this man? Was he his father? Rahman had never seen his father before. He has been told that his father died before his birth in a road accident. He was walking drunk when a truck ran over him. Rahman's idea over his father was not that bright. His father was a regular drinker. And if he didn't die in that accident, he would die out of liver failure. That man he saw last night had a kind of glow emerging from him. No. He can not be his father.

(may be continued...)

Monday, November 19, 2007

Ok now let me put a old poem here. It was written in collaboration with Abhijit some time in class XI I suppose.

রঙ ছড়ানো সোনালী রোদের মায়া
জীবন স্বপনে লাগে গ্লানির ধোঁয়া
হঠাৎ কোথায় ওঠে ঝোড়ো তুফান
নিভিয়ে দেয় ঝরা জীবনের বাতি।

স্বার্থের কালি মাখা দেশপ্রেম আজ
সীমান্তে লাগে তাই বারুদের আঁচ
ধোঁয়া হয়ে উড়ে যায় সব প্রতিবাদ
দুঃস্বপ্ন নিয়ে কাটে ভয়ানক রাত
হঠাৎ কোথায় ওঠে ঝোড়ো তুফান
নিভিয়ে দেয় ঝরা জীবনের বাতি।

দিনের দিশারী ওই সূর্য্যটা ডোবে
ভালবাসা শেষ হয় এক পলকে
কাঁটার ঝোপের মাঝে স্বপ্ন আবাদ
হাওয়া হয়ে ভেসে যায় অপূর্ণ সাধ
হঠাৎ কোথায় ওঠে ঝোড়ো তুফান
নিভিয়ে দেয় ঝরা জীবনের বাতি।

মায়াবী রাতে রূপালী চাঁদের আলো
মনের কোণে হাজার মন্দ-ভালো
হঠাৎ কোথায় ওঠে ঝোড়ো তুফান
নিভিয়ে দেয় ঝরা জীবনের বাতি।
উপকারী যদি উপকারের কথা স্মরণে রাখে তাহলে তাকে উপকার বলে না; কৃপা করা বলে। মানুষের উপকার কোরো কিন্তু কখনও কৃপা করতে যেও না। হিতে বিপরীত হবে।
- গভীরানন্দ উবাচ।।

Sunday, November 18, 2007

The Stock Market simply illustrated. ... is there a lesson here?


Once upon a time in a village, a man appeared and announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for Rs10. The villagers seeing that there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started catching them. The man bought thousands at Rs10 and as supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their effort. He further announced that he would now buy at Rs20. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again. Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms. The offer rate increased to Rs25 and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey let alone catch it.

The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at Rs50! However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now buy on behalf of him. In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers. Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at Rs35 and when the man returns from the city, you can sell it to him for Rs50." The villagers squeezed up with all their savings to buy the monkeys.

Then they never saw the man nor his assistant, only monkeys everywhere!! !!

Welcome to the Market!!!!!


(Received via email from my friend Ayan)

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Rahman

Sometimes time flows so stupidly that you often fail to realize that it is actually flowing. You have engaged yourself in some stuffs which now seems stupid and baseless. Thinking of the past days of glory... Rahman was lying in the bed idle... yet another day of no-output. Yet another day towards the complete bullshit that is going to come.

Rahman knows very well that the money he has got from the old lady will end soon. And she is not very keen on spending this money either. It pains him a lot to use the money got from a dying lady. When he helped her in drinking water he had no idea of using this courtesy later in life. He also promised her the due funeral (which he did) but accepting money in return... was a sin. But when the lady said that, "You seem a good boy to me. See, i have this tiny amount of money. But it has no use for me. You keep it dear... You require it more." And she died.

When Rahman was done with the funeral task, he first thought he won't use the money the lady gave him. Somewhere it was pinching. To use the money got in return of putting water in the mouth of a dying lady was strictly unacceptable. But as time passed and his resources was ended, he thought, "Ok... I will not spend the money... but i can borrow a little amount. Dear, when you are hungry, everything else gets less priority than food itself. And the silsila of borrowing continued. And today, that money too was near it's end.

What will Rahman do now?



Friday, November 16, 2007

আমার ব্লগের ঠিকানা বদলের কাজ চলছে... নিরন্তর ভাট এবার থেকে যাতে নিরন্তর ভাটেই পাওয়া যায় সেই চেষ্টা চলছে। আপাততঃ বিটা পর্যায়ে, কিন্তু তা সারা হয়ে যাবে খুব শীগ্‌গীরি...

নতুন ঠিকানা: http://nirantarbhat.blogspot.com

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

তোমার জন্য...

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যদি বলো সূর্য্যটাকে ধরে নিয়ে আসতে পারি

যদি বলো হাঃ হাঃ করে হাসতে পারি

যদি বলো হিঃ হিঃ করে হাসতে পারি

যদি বলো শীতের রাতে বরফ জলে নাইতে পারি

যদি বলো মাঝরাতে আমি গলা ছেড়ে গান গাইতে পারি

যদি বলো যখন তখন তোমার কাছে আসতে পারি

যদি বলো তোমায় আমি আরো ভালবাসতে পারি।।

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

আমার সঙ্গে দুর্ব্যবহার যা তুমি করেছো,

তা সবই আমার প্রাপ্য ছিল।

ভাল ব্যবহার করেছো যেটুকু,

তা তোমার অনুগ্রহ।

বিদায় বোলোনা তবু তুমি আজ

বোলো দুঃখ দেওয়াটাই হিংস্র রেওয়াজ।

আমার চোখের তুচ্ছ অশ্রুকণা...

দিলাম শেষ উপহার।।

ভেসে যায় নিষ্ঠুর রাত চারপেয়ে।

ভেসে যাই আমিও তোমার দাঁড় পেয়ে।।

ভেসে যাই আমরা দুজন পাল তুলে।

ভেসে যাই ছেড়ে যতসব ফালতু লেন।।

একসাথে আজ এই দুটি প্রাণ একলা হোক;

ভেসে যাক দুজনার চার আলগা ঠোঁট।।

আজকে আমি তোমার সাথে একলা যে...

ক্লান্ত জীবন তোমার কাছেই নীড় খোঁজে।

তোমার চোখেই দেখতে পেলাম দিগন্ত,

হাত ধরে মোরা পার হয়ে যাব অনন্ত।

বাঁচছি তোমায় আজকে শ্বাসে-প্রশ্বাসে

ফুরাবে এই বাঁচা জেনো শেষ নিঃশ্বাসে।।

Blushing away in a measured glee...
We flee.
We flee from the way we once had been.
We flee from the way with end unseen.
Making the end of that endless spree
We flee......

- Joydip Datta

Monday, November 12, 2007

মাপা মাপা কথা আর মেপেজুপে হাসি
তবুও কি আমি আজও দোলাচলে ভাসি?
ভেসে যাই আবারো পুরনো সে পথে?
মনকে শক্ত করে ভুলি কোনোমতে
রাত্রির শেষে পাওয়া নরম শিশির
কুড়িয়ে নিয়ে ভাসি...
নিয়ে মাপা মাপা কথা আর বিষণ্ণ হাসি।।

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Being Alone in Gloom

I know i should not blog these. Writing these silly stuffs or sharing pain in my blog was a strict no-no. This goes against the very nature of my blog. And people may not like these stuffs also... But i will write. I need at least one place to shout. At least one place to speak my mind.

So go on and read... read even if you don't like it. Read even if your good mood crashes in reading these useless stuffs. Read it for me. If you think me important enough to pay attention, then please read.

Gloomed in a mist of laziness... and getting madder every moment by seeing myself not doing anything; the day was moving towards dusk. There are times when all of your works suddenly seems to be of no value. All you have got in life suddenly seems to be meaningless. You are amidst the darkness of a gloom seemingly everlasting. Nothing is going on right...

People, if they are with you, do feel blessed. But if they are not, you will still manage to live. Isn't it?

We all are alone in this universe. And you need to get your jobs done by yourself only. No one is going to help you. You have to find the way out yourself. And this is not always a bad idea. Knowing that you are alone... knowing that no one will make things any easier for you... gives you a strength to fight. Not fight back but fight your way ahead.

We are all surrounded by different people. But when we shut our eyes we are perfectly alone. I with me and myself... and know it right, this trio can not be neglected.

There are pressures... but these are things you need to handle alone. Your pleasure will be shared by many people... and this is important also. Happiness means nothing if not shared. But you have to pass your hard time all alone. Because everyone else's situation is different. Everyone else's angle is different.

Do you know why i am sad? I am sad because there is no one who understands why i am sad. Maybe even myself do not know the proper reason. But no one seems to accept that i am not as happy as i seem to be. I am not as happy as you think is normal at my situation and circumstances. There is no place from where i can get some solace. Everywhere my reasons to be sad is too small. Their situation is more grave than mine so they should be unhappy; not i.

Or perhaps this is my very nature. I love the gloom of a lazy sadness...

Relishing the sorrow, relishing the pain,
Relishing the bit of poison running in my vein
Finding the path to the unknown-unseen
I want to say good bye to the world i had been.
I'm dipped in the sadness of utmost despair.
Things will be better when i won't be here.
All bright candles have darkness beneath.
Hope that'll be removed when i'll get death.

- Joydip Datta