Punishment Golper Jorimana Bengali Short Story By Manidipa Bhattacharya 3/14/2012 ==================== ‘Dekhi dekhi ki golpo likhchho abar?’Doure eshe Abir khatata tene nilo amar… Ami na na bola sotteo, khata khule pora suru korlo…. Last time o emni dhakkadhakki te amar ager khatatai chhinre dubhag hoye gechhilo. Tai ebare ar khata tanatani korlam na. Golpota egochhilo khub joghonno bhabei. Porei Abir er khyak khyak ga jalano hashi suru hobe. Porar I ba or dorkar ta ki bujhina. Amar khatay e ami likhchhi, seta tomar porar eto agroho keno bapu? Nije lekhona. Ami to desh potrikay chhapate jachchina. Ar geleo ora chhapabena. Ekbar chesta kora hoyechhilo, ‘Rejected’ bole pherot elo. Setateo Abir er ki hashi. Sudhu Abir na, barir lok sobar I hashi… ‘Hi hi hi hi…’ Golpe peyeche moharani ke..’ ‘Ore age bangla ta sekh bhalo kore…’Bhai bolechhilo. Omni didir phoron, ‘Hya ekbar banglay tin peyecchilo….’ Ma bole boshlo,’ Thik somoy bachcha kachcha hole ar golpo likte hoto na becharar…’ Kotha theke ki, bachcha na hobar sathe golpo lekhar ki somporko? Abir tao hoyeche temon, oder dole giye bhireche..’ Tomar sosur bari, eto golagoli kiser? Ami to amar sosur sasuri r sathe oto golagoli kori na.. Parot pokhkhe odike pa I maraina. Sasuri r uthte boshte khonta, ‘bachcha nei, songshare mon nei, sindhur pore na, pant shirt pore….barir bouer jonno.lojjay matha kata jay’….ghanor ghanor bhanor bhanor…. Infaact jei golpo ta reject hoyechhilo, seita eisob niyei likhechhilam. Sasurir ottachare jorjorito grihobodhur dukhkher kahini. Seita emon rastro hoye gelo, je sasurir kaneo cholegelo. Kemon kore jani golpo ta poreo nilo. Tarpor theke oi barite amar gonjona aro bere gelo. Barir sonman dhulote mitiye dilo ghorer bou. Sosur moshai amar favor ei thaakten etodin, golpopore tinio kotha bolen na. Ekdin giye bolechhilam,’ Kaku….’ Omni khyak ,’ Ami tomar kaku noi, baba bolle bolo,na hole bolo na…’ ‘Ami to sob somoy kaku I bole esechhi, ekhon hothath….Baba..mane, bolata…’ ‘Shono bouma, biye hoyechhilo jokhon, tokhon tomar kuri bochor boyesh chhilo, ar ekhon chollish..’ ‘Hya mane kuri bochor biye hole to….’ ‘Buri boyeshe kaku kaku deko na, loke hashe…’ Bolei uni chole gelen pasher ghore.. Opash theke Sasurir phoron, ‘Boyesh tai bereche boumar, budhdhita bare ni…Chhelepule na hoye bhaloi hoyeche…Bhogoban ja koren……..’ choltei thake…. Sob chaite mojar byapar holo, barir lokerao amar against e kotha bole. Ma giye sasuri ke bole,’Tokhon I bolechhilam didi, amar meyer sathe chheler biye deben na………’ Sasuri bolen,’Tokhon ki ar jantam bon, bhebechhilam ekmatro chheletar ekta sundor bou anbo ghore..’ Ma – ‘ Meye amar sundori, kintu budhdhita pakeni..Jonmer somoy golay nari joriye gecchhilo kina, sei theke…’ Sasuri –‘Jak, dukhkho kore ar ki korben bon?Kopal to pureche amar i….Eo chhilo amar kopale..’ Bolei uni kanna joren…Amar ma o songe gola melan..’ Bhogoban amakei emon meye dilen Didi…’ Jachchole!!! Golay nari jorale budhdhi pakena, ke je ma ke ei funda dey!! ‘Ha ha ha ha..ho ho ho ho…’ golpo pore Abir maraijachche ekebare…. ‘Ki likheche dekhi, ‘,Didi ar bhai kon khan theke doure elo… .Abir er hasi sune. ‘Premika Premik ke chhere dur bideshe chhole geche, nijer career er unnoti r jonno…Premik dukhkhe jamar hatay chhokher jol mochhe…Premika thandar deshe, tai leper tolay ghumay….’ ‘Ei holo golper chhiri….hahahaha…..pete khil dhoregelo’….Abir haste haste suyei porlo matite… Abar likheche dekho, sob choritro kalponik, jibito ba mrito bekti r songe mil nei kono…’ Bolei bhai hese hese Didi ke bollo,’or I mota mathar kolpona prosuto golpo….ek piece e golpo hoy erokom’ Didi bollo,’Bhalo bhalo golpo por borong..ki bhabegolpo likhte hoy sekh…’ Thakurghor theke ma bollo,’Jonmer somoy onekhkhon kandeni meyeta, taite sob gondogol holo’…. Aschorjyo lok baba era…. Chitkar kore bollam, ‘Nijera ek line likhe dekhao nabapu…onner somalochhona kora sohoj’ Amake chotte dekhe Abir bollo,’Aha chhoto keno?hashle ayu bare…Eto dukhkho prithibite, tar modhdhe tumi amader anondo dao…’ ‘Eta dukhkher I golpo…’Chokh phete jol ashlo amar. Amake kandte dekhe bhai taratari ek botol pepsi niye elo. Bollo,’ne ne pepsi kha, matha thanda hobe..’ Didi bollo,’Or mathay jol de borong, paglami bereche……..’ Ma bollo,’Pet gorom hoyeche bodhhoy, duto nux erguli de oke…’ Eshob sune amar kanna bondho hoye gelo…. Mathata jha kore gorom hoye uthlo.. Ei barir lokguloke uchit sikhkha deouya dorkar… Emon kichhu kore dekhabo ja dekhe sobar tak legejabe… Jemon bhaba temon kaj. Ki kora jay? Nach sekha jak borong. Computer khule boshlam. ‘How to dance’ er lesson neouya jak.. Dorja bondho kore, computer er dike takiye pose debar chesta korte laglam… Omni bibhotsho chitkar, Putir mayer….’Oh mashima, dekho dekhi, didimoni kemon korce…’ Janla diye amar nacher mudra dekhe phelate Putir mayer chitkar… Sara para janlay joro hobar age janla bondho kortegelam. Ebar dorjay doram doram bari…. ‘Dorja khol, dorja khol, amra ar keu toke kichhu bolbo na…’ baire Didi, Bhai er gola pelam…. Abir taratari lohar rod diye janla bhangte boshlo… Ami seta ter petei, ki korbo bujhe uthte na pere khater tolay dhukte gelam…. Ondhokare dekhte na peye, khater niche rakha bonti te amar hath kete gelo onekta… Chhotobelay nari joriye jabar karonei kina janina, golgol kore rokto pora suru holo… Dorja janla bhenge sobai jokhon ghore dhuklo tokhon amar rokte bhasha hath dekhte pelo.. Tai dekhe Putir ma soho amar mayer mora kanna suru holo…’Ore amar sundor meyetake mere phello re, jamai ta…’ Sune Abir thotomoto kheye geleo amar bhari anondo holo.. Didi amake joriye dhore kanna suru korlo,’Amar bonti, chhotto bonti ..’bole.. Bhai Abir ke bokaboki suru korlo,’Sob somoy eto hasha hashi korona nijer bou ke niye…’ Pasher bari theke Sosur Sasuri o doure elen.. Sasuri bollen,’ Kandben na bon, sob I amar chheletar dosh..Meyetake konno sukh dite pareni’ Sosur bollen,’Kannakati thamiye ambulence dako, daktar er kache niye chholo..Amar Meyetake banchao…. Sokoler bhalobasha dekhe amar hashio pachchilo..kintu tao motka mere pore roilam.. Keu keu amake joler chite diye, juto sukiye gyan pheranor chesta korte laglo. Bakira totokhkhone amar seba susrushay mon diyeche…. Daktar daka holona kenona tate police case hote pare ei bhebe… Bhaloi holo tate, daktar ele ami jhamelay portam. Gyan pherar bhan kortei sara barite sonkho ulu baja suru hoye gelo.. Keu gorom dudh to keu sondesh, mukher kache ene dite laglo.. Ami aar chokhe Abir ke khonjar chesta korte laglam…. Dekhlam, becharaa ghorer ek kone kanchhu manchhu mukh kore kemon dariye ache. Sahosh kore amar kacheo aste parche na..bechara!! Dekhe bhari dukhkho holo.. Sobaike bollam, ektu ghumate chai…’ Sobai beriye jete jete Abir keo daklo… Abir ke bollam,’Amar matha ta ektu tipe debe?’ Amar kache ashar sujog peye Abir er mukhta jol jolkore uthlo… Abir mathay hath rakhtei chholochholo chokhe bollam,’ Amar kichhu hoyni..’ Abir amar mukhe hath rekhe bollo,’ Ar kotha noy…Ektu aram koro, ami mathay hath buliye dichchi….
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