Yakuba ke lekha Azrail er chithi

Yakuba,janina ei chithi
tumi obdhi pouchobe kina-
jodi pouchoy,ekbar pore dyekho-
abhiman-e fele dewar aage

Amay khoma koro Yakuba
ami kotha rakhte parini
ami kotha rakhte parini Yakuba
amay khoma koro....

Ami janina oder ki hoyeche-
eto bochor dhore ekiy bhul kore choleche ora
je gaan,ami aar tumi shunechi
je shob okkhormaala aakashe urie diechi
seshob ora shoneni,kokhono dekheni....

je surjaaste tomar thnoter gondho snukhechi
tomar aangule mukh ghowshe-
je jhaubone hnetechi eksathe
ora shei surjaasto dekheni Yakuba
ora she pothe jayni kokhono....

oder kache thnot maanei "over and out"
oder kache aangul manei trigger
surjaasto maanei ambush-
Trigger tepar shomoy oder aangul knaapeni,Yakuba
oder aangul kokhono knaapena...

Orai aage bolto "desher jonno shohid hote pari-
kintu shohid howar jonno ekta desh to chai!!"
kintu tumiy bolo,otiter khotochihno
diye ki vobishyot er aakhyep metano jay?
dukher bodole ki dukkho dewa jay?

roj khoborer kaagoj,TV te dekchi-
meye mora baaper kanna,
mrito shishuputro kole niye,mayer chitkaar
shishumangsher ki advut gondho,Yakuba!
aamio shnukechi....

mushtijuddhe haar dupokheriy,keu daan haat diye khele,keu bna haat diye-
she kotha ora bojheni kokhono
sudhu ami aar tumi bujhechi
aar bujheche jhimiye pora surjo,moumachir jhnaak-
ora aar fire aashbe na kokhono-
ekhane to phool phote na aar.....

amay khoma koro Yakuba,ami kotha rakhte parini
boma jedikei faatuk,morchi amra dujonei
tumio purcho,amio purchi
dukkho sudhu ektai-
haat dhore mora holo na aar....

ekdik diye bhaloi hoyeche Yakuba-
ora more gie bneche geche-
jontur moto bneche thakar cheye,
manusher moto more jawai bhalo!
aakhyep sudhu ektai-
ora dhormo takei dekhlo sudhu-
tomay-amay dekhlo na.......

Chena Chena

Chena chena jaygay,chena chena khoy
roj raat e shopner chena porajoy
baalish kamre dhore paash fire showa
gutipoka theke roj projapoti howa-r
icchera khun hoy,more jay jei-
ei golpete kono rupkotha nei...

pore ache uthonete vanga raajshaaj,
belowari jhaarbaati nibhe geche aaj
raja chilo.rani chilo-ei kahinite-
tara keno jani here gelo mene nite nite
aaj tara bonobaashi,mite geche swaadh
jome ache fnota fnota, chena oboshaad....

Mon kemoner recipe

Borof gola whiskey jwol e, vijiye niye thot
lonka holud hridpinde,marinated chot-
halka aanche panjor jure gorom kore tel,
banano jay onnorokom Molotov Cocktail

kuchi kuchi kore premer chibuk aanshbatite kete
mishie din panjorete.... peyajer bodolete
tar opore chorie din chitkar aar kanna
khub sohoj shikhe neowa mon-kemoner ranna

eteo jodi swadh na mete,spicy khete chan-
aandajmoto chorie din tukro avimaan
garnishing er jonno ache raag makhano ghee
etai holo borsha raater sera recipe..

Ashol holo TIMING!!

Vebechile tumi egote perecho,
vebechile tumi toiri-
tokhono poroni dewaler gaaye
lekha "Memento Mori"

Ekta duto krishnochurar
nagaal peyeo tumi-
khorowsrotay khujechile-
tomar jonmobhumi...

ja chole jay,ta ferena
e kotha tumio jaante-
bondor chere ure geche paakhi-
kokhono paroni maante

shada kaalo diye rongin chobi
aakbe?tumi ki ondho?
Manhattan e khuje morecho-
College Street er gondho...

Shomoy thakte khelte paroni,
ekhon bolcho "why me??"
Sourav er ja cover drive,Premero tai-
ashol holo- TIMING !!!

raater songbaad

Prem othoba kanna

othoba dutoi

othoba konotai na

hoyto khorkutoi…….

hoyto megh….hoyto janla

hoyto ghor bhorti aayna

venge chur chur kore manlam

manush chena jayna……….

kokhono gaane ba sondhane

hoyna ontoh mil

aaj megh peon er bag bhorti

jomano sleeping pill

Sei prem…..sei kanna

sei dui er giri khaad-

mon kharaper khobor dilo

raater songbaad………..

Bubble bursting.........rather exploding!!!

Prologue:
It's the third week of November and I have been here in the United States for about two and a half months now.And I have seen life from a "never seen before" perspective....It's a very strange place,with strange people.....I have never felt this humiliated,ignored,despised,ridiculed,octracised before........ I find myself a complete misfit here.....anger,dissapointment and frustration is what i am breeding rite now and I need a place to vent them out....and hence the blog.Every minute is a struggle......a constant fight.....a lonesome fight....and every step I try to take forward.....i feel i am sleepwalking back again.It's tremendously silent in here......no one to talk to.....no shoulder to rest upon.....no place to hide away.And I keep telling myself...."fite..fite....all dis will come to an end someday".....But i feel so exhausted.No one said it's gonna b easy.....but neider did anyone say it's gonna be dis tough.

Episode 1:domestic repurcussions

I have had previous experiences of staying away from home and I am seasoned to a lot of stuffs.Hence I thought I will make it.Well.... stuffs are one thing....and "people" are another....specially wen u have to stay with them.
Complaints at the drop of a hat...is something I am slowly,but surely getting used to.(da oder morning I was sleeping and dis apartmate mate f mine was playing loud music....i asked him to tone it down a lil.....and he said....."u hav weird sleep cycles.....deal wid it"....and kept on playing.....and i ,flammoxed by d situation headed off my apt).For the past two months....I am being greeted and treated wid some rich south indian delicacies.....da sambars and da rasams(read rat poisons) and to my amazement I am still alive(now i understand y dey say...."fortune favours da brave")Well....if u think dis is sad......wait a lil longer.We have our cooking turns ...one person a day...Tuesday being mine.And every Wednesday morning, I find the foods,i hav cooked, ending up into the trash bin.I mean,I know i am a pretty amateur cook......but if i can eat da worst fundamentally eatables on earth twice a day....for two months....Y cant dey??...for once a week??..Specially wen dese guys r seniors to me....have been here for more dan a year now....and keep lecturing me on adjustments.....y can't dey adjust once a week???....Well dere r certain questions which r rhetoric...and da lesser u dig deep...da better off u r.Now,if u want to shut urself up from dis crazy shit by locking ur room(as i often did in my undergrad days)a completely different situation arises......Da situation's called..."my roomie".....I completely adore dis guy.....he is a bucket of knowledge......sorry a reservoir of knowledge......No Wait!!....he is a Knowledge Bank!!!From safetypin to submarine,quantum mechanics to investment banking,pornography to photolithography...he is da Jack and da master of it all.....Every second word dat comes out of his mouth is a lie......n he is a goddamn fake....but den he is judgemental too.....He is more concerned about my sleeping habits dan his Masters (second masters ...as he wud say)....and dere's something else too.....which I can't even write here(Holy fuck!!!).....

Episode 2:Departmental dilemma

If you walk around da coridoor of my department on any given day.....da only thing u will hear is.......Who's got wat grade???How come can he get A- wen I got a B???For me it's like reliving da past.....dese greedy creatures remind me of those parents back at school who
would beat the shit out f his/her child......if dey got even half a mark less dan their gossip neighbours(the world is indeed round!!)And here i am......amidst these ultraserious erudite nerds.And thanks to the constant intelluctual disintegration i have succumbed to, in da last four years of my undergrads.......I find myself as perhaps da least knowledged guy in d class......And then there are profs......with degrees more dan my fingers.I have found one amazing quality in some of them......dey will take the simplest of the simple things......modify and remodify dem....stuff some high sounding bullshit technical terms widout changing da basic contents......and will present to you as da most "as a matter f fact" thing under d sun.Mayb ,dis is true about United States,in general.


Well..so on and so forth my agony continues.Every morning wen i return to my apt from the Lab i feel like smashing myself against the every second truck that comes my way...(alas!!...i luv myself too much!!)With an empty pocket and soul......i desperately want to go back now,but deep down i know.....I can't.I desperately need some peace f mind.....all hell's breaking loose....and i am standing in d middle of it......waiting to b buried dead or alive.....Will everything end up being a lie??Will everything go invain???Or was it all a Bubble I was living in........which has suddenly exploded?????these r all da questions........i don't have answers to........


P.S:Life never stops amazing me......

Vulte Pari....

vulte paari raag avimaan...

vulte paari vangon er gaan...

vulte paari surjo seshe

por khawa sei godhulir snan....

vulte paari ek prithibir

pordanoshin mukhguloke

vulte pari ekshorokom

sritir kotha...ek poloke

sudhu vulbo na sei rater bela...

bishad pushe aagun jala...

ghumer oshud golay dhore...

sopno punte ghumie pora....

vulbo na sei ekla chola

haat barieo...bondhuhara

vulbo na sei sopnotake

jaapte dhore baachte paara..