Chil
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[Chothurto Porbo: Rohossomoyi Mississippi]
Saxophone jinisti prothom shonatai valo lage gelo Ahmed er. ki opurbo ei jazz songeet. buker ekebare vitor ta jano chuye jacche. New Orleans shohorer French Quarters er kendre, Jackson Square e dariye ase se. ghonta duyek holo namache ei khane. somoy shima 1895 AD. time machine tike Mississippi r pare ek poritakto dockyard e lukiye rakhe hat te ber hoyesilo se. thokhon e kane ase saxophoner shur ar sai shur onusoron kore ektu hat tai ei Jackson Square.
ponchas urdho j kalo lokti ekti uchumoto bedite bose saxophone bajacchen, chokh bondho kore asen tini. take mone hocche e jogoter bairer kau. ter charpase ekti chotokhato jotla. kau kau nichu shor e kotha bollao odhikangsoi monojog diye gan shunche.
eishomoy, Mississippi-r dik theke k jano bole uthlo-“ chole asun sobai, chole asun, steamer ase gase”. muhurte jotla ti vange gelo. sobai chutlo steamer ghater dike. jazz shilpi o uthe daralen. ghater dike agote giye ter chokh porlo Ahmed upor. bollen, “ r e, tumi dariye aso j, etai ajker sesh steamer, eti chole gele sai kal shokal chara r kono steamer nai. cholo cholo”. Ahmed ki bolbe bujhe uthe parlona. kintu steamer ki jinish dekher khub icche holo ter. tai jazz shilpir sathe sa o steamer ghater dike rowana holo. “ami Brian”, jazz shilpi bollen, “aj steamer aste deri hochcilo to, tai somoy katate shobai k ektu gaan shonacchilam. ta tumi jaccho kothay-Hannibal naki”? Ahmed matha narlo. Brian ki bujhlen k jane kintu r kono kotha bollen na.
totokkhone tara steamer ghate pouche gase. “ohhh, ki birat ei steamer! kono pal nai kintu majh khane duti bishal chimni-r moto jinish. ta diye dhowa ber hocche. Ahmed ovivuto hoye gelo. emon jinish se age r dekhe ni.
onekta mohabister moto Brian er pichu pichu se o giye steamer e chore boslo. besh vir. hoito deri hober karone. bosher jaiga khujte khujte se ekebare uporer deck e uthe elo. kintu sekhanao eki obostha. hotath dekhlo ektu dure steamer er ekdom samne, ekjon soummo cheharar vodrolok bose asen r ter pasher jaygati khali. Ahmed giye sekhane bose porlo. dekhlo samne Mississippi nodi ake bake onekdur giye digonter sathe mishe gase. chomotker, apna thekai ter mukh diye bariye elo.
hotath ghar firye dekhlo dosh baro bosorer ekti chele, guti guti paye tader dike agye ashche. cheletir porone ogochalo jama-kapor (mone holo ichche korai), mathay ekti boroder moto tupi r hate ekti vanga gacher dal. cheletir chal-cholone kmon jeno boroder moto vab. guti guti paye se Ahmed r pasher soummo cheharar vodroloktir pashe giye daralo. tarpor chomke diye bole uthlo, “hey Mark, dekhoto amake tomer Huck Finn er moto lagse naki”? ei bole gacher dal ti te helan diye boroder moto kore daranor vongi korlo se. soummo vodrolokti hashe fellen cheletir kando karkhana dekhe. bollen, “ha baba, amer to mone hoi tumi e ashol Huck Finn”. ei shomoy cheletir baba prai doure elen. korojore soummo vodroloktike bollen, “ami dukkhito Mr. Twain, amer chele bodh hoi apnake birokto korse. ashole o apner Huck Finn k eto posondo kore, sarakkhon Huck Finner moto poshak pore ghure beray. sedin to amake dhorlo oke ekta vela baniye dite jate kore se Huck Finner moto Mississippi te ghure barate parbe”. soummo vodrolokti hashe bollen, “jonab, apni odhorjo hoben na. ami kisui mone korini, borong amer likha j apner cheler valo lagese setai amer boro prapti”.
kichukkhoner moddhai Ahmed bujhlo ter pasher ei soummo cheharar manush ti r kau non- bikkhato lekhok–Mark Twain.
siti diye chere dilo pedal steamer. jhok jhok kore agye chollo Mississippi -r buk chire ujan pane. Ahmed ter mission vule giye mugdho hoye Mississippi -r dui parer noyonaviram drissho dekhte laglo. hotath ter mone holo, “ahcha, Mark Twain k jigges korle kemon hoi j mayera ashole ki chay”.
takiye dekhlo Mark Twain er dui chokh digonter shesh prante, jekhane akash ase Mississippi -r sathe mishe gase, sai khane niboddho. ektu sahosh niye se bollo, “jonab, kisu jodi mone na koren apni ki amake ektu sahajjo korte paren”?
Mark Twain govir monojog diye Ahmed er kotha shunlen. goph-e hat bulalen kichukhon. terpor dur digonter pane chokh rakhai bollen, “shono Ahmed, tomake ami boli,'mayera ashole ki chay' ei prosner uttor tumi jante chayo na”.
“keno bolse shono. ei je Mississippi nodita dekhcho, eri khanikta ujane , ei nodir tir ei Hannibal shohore amer chotobela katase. tokhon thekai ei nodir sathe amer prem. sokal–bikel–dupur, jokhon e somoy petam, ami ei nodir tire ase bose thaktam. dekhtam somoyer sathe sathe ei rohossomoye nodir chahara ki vabe palte jai. diner ekek somoye ter ekek roop. kothao dhauhin toltole jol, kothao ba uchchol chonchol dhau er mata mati”.
terpor jokhon boro holam, ei pedal steamer er motoi ekti steamer e ami khalashir kaj kortam. amer kaj silo navigation pilot er. kothay chora ase, kothay coral reef, ba kothay sugovir nabbo channel, tai amake kheyal rakhte hoto steamerer chola chole nirapod korer jonne. r ejonne shob chaye valo podhdoti holo nodir dau er dike lokkho rakha. ami shikhlam j sthir jol mane govirota beshi, steamer jate parbe r uchchol jol mane nabbota kom, steamer choray theke jate pare. ghurni mane coral reef er obosthiti. kichudin er moddhei nodi r sai rohossomoyi nodi roilo na. ter sob rohosso chole giye se hoye uthtlo ekti joler probaho matro. jer niche, osomotol nodi bokkhe, lukano balir choray, coral reef e, r dube jawa jahaj er khole, steamer er jonno bipod lukiye ase. ter sob soundrjo r rohosso amer chokh thake ontorhito hoye galo”.
Mark Twain ektu thamlen.
Terpor aber bolte laglen, “mayera holo ei Mississippi nodir motoi. rohosser majhai tader soundorjo. rohosser majhai tader akorshon. ekti maye ki chay tai jane jodi ei rohosso ved kore phela hoi, tahole, ei nodir motoi tader soundorjo ontorhito hobe. tara hoye uthbe hajar bar pora ekti boi er moto, jar protiti okkhor, dari–koma–semicolon, sob mukhosto. ar ter fole, sudhu je mayera e tader soundorjo harabe tai noi, purusher jibon o hoye uthbe dhushor ushor moruvumir moto. soundorjo hinoter majhe ki bacha jai”!!!
“ei karonai ami jante chaina, kokhono jante chaibo o na, mayera ashole ki chay”.
Ahmed montromughder moto Mark Twain er kotha gulo sunchilo. ter ghore lage gelo. Mark Twain er kotha gulu ki thik na ki thik noi?
Ghor katlo jokhon, Ahmed dekhlo ter pasher seat e kau nai. kon fake Mark Twain nishobde uthe chole gasen. r steamer er gotio monthor hoye asache. kau ekjon hak dilo, “Hannibal! Hannibal!”
steamer ghate name Ahmed khaye nilo r dekhlo ghonta khanek por ei steamer ti aber fire jabe New Orleans. Ahmed steamer e uthe ager sai jaigay giye boshlo. kintu Mark Twain r nai ekhon.
ondhoker ved kore raj hasher moto bishal pedal steamer rohossomoyi Mississippi r buk chire agiye cholese New orleans er pane. nodir dui pare, ektu por por lokaloyer alo, light house. akashe ogunito tara. r klanto somoy pothik Ahmed-adho ghume adho jagrone- rohossomoyi ei nodir buk chire chola steamer er engine er awaz chapiye ter kane shudhui vase asche Brian er saxophone– jazz. aaaaaaaaaha, ki opurbo ei jazz.
[agami porbe somappo]
Post edited by: Chil, at: 2006/07/04 15:13
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