Goppo - Bengali

I was looking through some old files in my machine and I came upon this story. I forgot all about it. It was written on an office day, while I was just not feeling like working....I wrote the story after a wonderful person I knew died. This story was dedicated to her.

The story is in Bengali. So if you don't understand Bengali....tough luck! I'll translate the story someday if I have time.

Arb Goppo
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Ek chhilo meye. Naam tar mone kori...nuh, naam jene dorkar nei . Chhottobela theke se chhilo shokoler adorer meye. Jamon tar mishti shobhab, tamon-i takey mishti dekhte. Tar hashi hashi mukh dekhle din bhalo katbei. Shokole takey khub-i bhalobashe. Baba-ma-para-protibeshi shokoler sneho-jotne se boro hoye uthte laglo. Erokom kore se school periye gelo...college-e bhorti holo. Tar darun buddhi chhilo, somosto pora se khub taratari shesh kore felto ebong baki somoy college-er baki somosto bondhu-bandhob-der pora toiri korte shahajyo korto. Ei kore se somosto college-er shokoler bondhu hoye uthechilo. Keu kono shomoshyaye porlei tar kachhe jaye ("Akbar-er ma-er naam ki re?" "mukhpora honuman-er scientific naam ki?" "Petkharaper kono oshudh janish?" ityadi). Se aapran cheshta kore shokolke shahajyo korte. Ei bhabe ekdin college-o shesh hoye gelo. Shesh din-e somosto professor-kormochari-chhatro-table-chair shobai chokher jol-e takey biday janalo. Seo shokolke chhere jabar jonyo khub-i dukkho peyechhilo, kintu gopone chokher jol muchhe hasi mukhe biday nilo. Jabar somoy kandte nei.

Barir lokjon eibar tar bibaher ayojon shuru korlo. Onek khoj-khobor kore obosheshe ek patro paoa gelo...computer-er business, Tollygunge-e bari, tader duto bari porei! Pothe er aagey onekbar tader dekha hoyechhilo, dujoner-i dujonke pochhondo chhilo, tai ei shombondhe keu kono apotti korlo na. Ek shubhologne tader bibaho hoye galo. Onek lok eshechhilo, almost somosto Kolkatai eshechilo. bondhu- bandhob- para- protibeshi- table-chair, shob miliye se ek darun bapar. Upohar-e upohar-e tinte ghor bhore gelo, kolapatar bonya boye gelo, matir bhar pore pore pahar hoye gelo. Shokoler hashi-aanonde shohor bhore uthlo. Shokole duihaat tule aashirbar kore galo (duitir beshi haat karur chhilo na).

Din katte laaglo. Chheleta o meyeta mile tader shukhi shongshar prochur jotne aar bhalobashaye gore tullo. Erokom kore 4 bochhor kete galo. Meyetir boyosh tokhon 25.

Onnanno diner motoi shabhbik ekti din. Rojkar motoi shokale shujji uthechhe. Tar por oboshyo kora megh korechhe. Jore brishti aschhe bojha jachche. Meyeti shokale bajar korte beriyechilo. Chheleta babshar kaaje shokal belai beriye gachhe, dupure khete phirbe, tai se thik korechhe tar priyo ranna korbe. Barite aar keu nei, tai se nijei giyechhilo bajar korte. Bajar kore auto kore se eshe thamlo Ranikuthi-te. Bhara mitiye rastaye neme se takalo aakasher dike....jhor aasche.

Tarpor ki holo tar aar mone nei...shudhu ekta jor awaj.

Aashepasher lokjon dekhlo, ekta minibus, prochondo jore brake koshlo...kintu totokhone ja hoar hoye gache. Chardik theke lokjon chhute elo. Meyeti pore chhilo ektu dure....

Bipod-e porle aajo shahajyokarir obhab hoyna aamder ei Kolkataye. Koyek minute-er modhyei jute gelo akdol lok, jogar holo taxi....nursing home. Taxi-te chokh khullo meyeta, fish fish kore ekta cellphone number bollo.... tarpor aabar chokh bondho korlo, mukhe samanyo hashi... jabar somoy kandte nei.

Er porer bar jokhon se chokh khullo, tokhon samne dekhlo ek aschorjo drishyo. Shompurno shada ekta hall-e se dariye royechhe, samne ekta tool, tate boshe aache ekta buro lok, tar gaye shada alkhalla, shada chul o dari praye pa porjonto lomba. Meyeti obak hoye tar dike takalo. Buro ektu hashlo, kichhu bollo na.

Meyeti jigesh korlo "E ki shorgo? Aapni ki bhogoban?"

Buro aabar ektu hashlo, tarpor bollo "Nah! E shorgo noy, norok-o noy. Oshob kichhu nai. Somostoi manusher mongora kolpona. Eta kebol tomar next level-e othar aage ekta chhotto landing. Ektola theke dotola othar shirir majhe jamon thake. Aar aami? Aamake bhogoban-o bolte paro, shoytan-o bolte paro, aabar na-o paro. Shob-i kolpona. Aami kebolmatro manushke ek level theke porer level-e uthte shahajyo kori."

Meyeti kichhukkhon kono kotha bollo na, tarpor bollo "Kintu aami to aaste chaini, aami aagei bhalo chhilam, ke aanlo aamake?"

Buro bollo "jani khuki tumi bhalo chile, kintu kichhu korar nai. Tomar prithibir account furiye gachhe, logout na kore upaye chhilo na."

"Renew kora jaye na?"

"Nischoi jaye, kintu aager account aar phire pabe na, shompurno notun account khulte hobe...aabar prothom theke shob shuru korte hobe. Tumi ki tai chao, naki porer level-e khelte chao?"

"Porer level?"

"Manush hishebe khela shesh, ebar tar oporer level-e ichche korle khelte paro."

"Oporer level-e ki aache?"

"Se to bolte parina bachha, ek ek joner kachhe ek ek rokom dekha daye. Manush level-eo to tai, shob manush ki aar ekirokom bhabe khele?"

Meyeti kichhukkhon bhablo, tarpor aaste aaste bollo "Khoma korben dadu, porer level-e ki aache aami jani na, kintu manush level aamar boroi pochhondo, aami promotion chaina, aamake doya kore notun account-i deben. Kintu purono account-e je aamar onek priyo lokjon aache, tader ki hobe? Tader ki aami bhule jabo?"

Buro smito heshe bollo "Tomake to aabar notun kore shuru korte hobe khuki, aager account-er shonge kono jog thakbe na, tobe jibon kondike jaye bola jaye na, aabar notun priyojon tumi khuje pabe, dukkho koro na. Purono-der shongeo hoyto ba dekha hobe konodin, onno kono bhabe. Ei niyom khuki, niyom bhangbo kikore? Chakri chole jabe to! Mone rekho khuki, tumi tader bhule geleo tara tomake bhulbe na."

Meyeti kichhukkhon chup kore matha nichu kore boshe roilo, tarpor chokh muchhe bollo "Tobe tai hok, tader dekha aar jodi nao pai konodin, tader bhalo rekho."

Buro bollo "Tobe tai hok"....


Chhelta boshe chilo mathaye haat diye nursing home-e. Ektu aage meyetar body niye gachhe post mortem korte. Accident victim, post mortem na korle upay nei. Sara jogot chheletar kachhe shunyo. Jano bhir nursing home-e se boshe nei, boshe aache kono mather modhye, botgachher tolaye. Kanna-kati korchhe na, kothao bolchhe na, shudhu chup kore boshe aache....ki bhabchhe ke jane?

Chheletar thik duto floor opor-e, Operation Theatre-e, thik sei muhurtei ekta baccha kede uthlo. Se shodyo aagoto prithibite. Doctor-er haat-e shuye tar shonge prithibir prothom porichoy ghotchhe.

Doctor pasher nurse-er dike takiye bollo "Healthy baby, meye."



The End....?

To you, Shoma didi.