“Ami parbo…..”

Mon tokhon 6 bochhor –
Dada tokhon 13. roj sondhebela Dadu’r kachhe niyom kore porte bosha. Dada’r tokhon onek pora, history, geography, maths, translated Shakespeare o. ami tokhon ki portam moneyi pore na….bondhoy tokhono Shohoj Paath shikhchhi. Kintu dada’r oyi motamota, koto e na rongin chhobiwala boi gulo’r dike khub lobh chhilo amar. Kintu chhoyan jetona sheyi boi – kothin boleyi hok ba bhari boleyi hok. Ekhono mone ache ekdin ami Dadu’r kachh theke Shakespeare cheye niyechhilam ekrokom jor koreyi. Dadu bolechhilo “jhumi, o tumi porte parbena maa”. Amar Mon bolechhilo “Ami parbo….”. ki chhilo tate, kotodur ki bujhte perechhilam, shey smriti aaj jhanpsha. Kintu mone ache dadu porer din shokale ekta Cadbury ene diyechhilo. Chokchokhe chokhe du haath bariye diyechhilam ami. Sheyi bodhoy amar para’r shuru. Mon jokhon e bolechhe “Ami Parbo..”, ami jenechhi shey kaaj shohoj noy, kintu seshe achheyi kono upohaar!

Mon tokhon 9 bochhor –
Goromkaale Kolkata’r loadshedding nityoniyomito byapar. Khola chhater opor shodyyo office pherot bapi r ami. Grishyokaaler taapmukto korteyi bodhoy dokhin hawa’r shrishti. Maadure boshe bapi r amar koto e na golpo cholto shey shob sondhebelaye. Mone acche porer din chhilo Class III er final exam er result. Porikka ke bhoy petam na ami, kintu result ke petam. “First hote hobe” – na na, maa bapi konodin e emon daabi rakehni amar kachhe, kintu amar mon rakhto, r mon er kachhe haar mene nite hobe, shetayi amar bhoy. Bapi jiggesh korlo “Babu, kaalke ki hobe?” Amar uttor “ami First hobo”. Bapi o bhoy dekhalo “Rima kintu khub bhalo meye”. Mon bollo “Ami parbo…” r ami bollam “Bapi, amar cake chayi kintu”. First hoyechhilam ami Class III e. Class III theke Class X. jibone’r shaat ta bochhor protyek final result er din cholto Mon r amar lodayi “First amake hoteyi hobe”.

Mon tokhon 16 bochhor –
Sesh holo CBSE. Jiboner notun ek odhyay shuru howar somoy. Mon bollo ebar r shudhu bapi’r taka e porashuno korbona. Nije tuition korbo. 16 bochhorer jed kintu bapi mene neyni. 16 bochhorer Mon ke mone koriye dewa holo shey Meye. onnyer bari giye bidyabitoron kora take manaye na. bari’r chaar dewaler nirapottaye theke jibone boro howar chesta koro. Ami nijeke proshno kori parbo ki ami banchte jekhane swadhinota shudhu lingo nirnoy kore dewa hoy???? Mon bollo “Ami parbo…..”. Chhatro chhatri duyeyi jutegelo. Chollo nirapod sikhhya adanprodaan.

Mon tokhon 25 bochhor –
Ami uchhoshito, jeno prithibi joy er anondo. Prothom janlam “bhalobasha” kake bole. Eto dewar eto pawar anondo. Bujhlam jibone bhalobashar opore r kichhu neyi. Kintu cheharata je shundor noy, barita je chhoto, ora bodhoy ektu gorib!! Mon bollo manushtake dekho. Ami hashi, boli ebar ami jitechhi – manush ta je boddo bhalo. Ekeyi tobe nirbhoye bhalobashi. Mon o shaaye dey “Ami parbo….”.
Mon ta boro boka, buddhi neyi etotuku. Bhalo o je gorib hole shudhu bhalo thakte parena. Bhalo ebar hisheb kore - kom beshi, 3 tola 1 tola, bichaar kore chamrar rong, jaante chaye property valuation. Ebar ami bhoy payi. Bhabi Mon ebar o bolbe “Ami parbo..”; kintu ebar Mon kichhu bolchhe na keno? Mon keno shudhu kanchhe?!?!?!
Maa go “tumio kanchho?”

Mon ekhon 27 bochhor –
Charu Market er hoyichoyi chhere, 4 tola’r chhath chhere, bhorer train er horn chhere, sheeth er rod er taap chhere ekhon bandha porechhi Neil Avenue er shobdohin, alohin, praanhin ekta ghore. Ami khub chesta kori Mon ke bhalo rakhte – bapi’r priyo Manna Dey, blinds er phaank diye dhoka poronto bikeler nijhum alo, dresser er opore shajano thakur, ghor jure amar Puchkai er chhobi – kintu Mon bhalo thakena. Mon khub kande aajkal, koto ki jeno bolte chaaye kintu ke shunbe!!! Ami je boro byasto – paper er deadline, TA er kaaj, project er tara – ki kore tomaye bhalo rakhi ami???

Aaj chhuti nilam tomar jonne. Bhablam golpo kori tomar sathe, dujone mile nahoy eksondhyaye smritiromonthon kora jaak. Dekho toh shobayi koto khushi tomake niye. Mon shara deyna. Ami boli eyi toh shuru ekla thaka, ekhono je onek poth baki. Mon ebaro bolo “Ami parbo…”!!! Mon ekhono shara dichhona keno??