Sometimes there is not any goodbye

The emotional surge that started mounting inside me yesterday has come to a standstill where it is feeling only a deep void now. I could not and cannot make myself up to say goodbye to my childhood HERO Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar. To me, heroes are those individuals who fight the battle of life with sincerity, courage, and honesty. Success cannot make them forget how to stay grounded and failure cannot make them stop from moving forward. We often find people lacking the quality of humbleness.  We often forget humility does not make us weak; in fact this is the one rare quality that makes us stronger.

I had just started my school then. I did not even know a thing about cricket before. I got introduced to it through my brother. He used to tell me everything about it. Then one day I watched this maestro waving that bat like a wand and creating magical moments which held me with awe.

I started loving cricket.

I started watching cricket.

I started applying cricket in my life.

I still remember those days whenever I did not make it in any exam according to my wish, I used to say myself,” Sachin does not stay in form always. But then he does come back. He illuminates with his luminance. I CAN DO IT TOO. He has been one of the inspiring voices.

Time has elapsed. Many have come, many have gone.

And I am not that kid anymore.

But Sachin Tendulkar remains the inspiration as he was for me. I am not definitely one of his biggest fans. Neither I have ever fasted nor have done anything special. I am one of those ordinary persons who watch him, love him, learn from his life and find the inspirational drives to move forward.

He has said goodbye to everyone, to that cricket playground for which he breathes.

I am not going to say goodbye to you sir. I cannot say goodbye to the people I love.

You are my hero.

শিরোনামহীন গাঁথা

আমাদের বাসার চারপাশটা ইদানীং ভীষন নির্জন। আমি নির্জনতার মাত্রাটা বুঝতে পারি ঠিক বারোটার পর থেকে। হঠাৎ করেই রিমোট কন্ট্রোলে মিউট করে দেয়া হয়েছে চারপাশের সবকিছু। মঞ্চে চলছে কোনো শিরোনামহীন মুকাভিনয়। তাতে মুক্ত বাতাস আছে, রাতের আকাশে তারা আছে, শীতের আগমনী গান আছে, সবুজ পাতাদের স্পন্দন আছে, সে স্পন্দনে হয়তো সুর আছে, আর আছে কথাও। কিন্তু মঞ্চস্থ মুকাভিনয়ে শোনা যায় না এসব কিছুই। বোঝা যায় ঠিক। চারপাশের ঘটে যাওয়া পরিবর্তন মনোযোগ দিয়ে দেখি। তারপর ভাবি, পরিবর্তন, সে তো জীবনের অংশ।কখনো তা স্বাভাবিক, কখনোবা না।তবে আমি একটা দ্বিধায় থাকি, অস্বাভাবিক পরিবর্তকে স্বাভাবিক হিসেবে গ্রহন করা কতটা স্বাভাবিক? না সেটাকে বলবো বেঁচে থাকার জন্য adaptation. Adaptation এর খুব ভাল বাংলা মাথায় আসছে না।বেঁচে থাকার জন্য প্রয়োজন আছে নিঃসন্দেহে এর। নতুন কেনা কতগুলো জুতো আছে, প্রথম প্রথম হাঁটতে অসুবিধা হয়, পায়ে স্মৃতি হিসেবে থেকে যায় ফোস্কা। তারপর এক সময়, সেটা দিয়েই দৌঁড়োনো। জুতোর Evolution না এটা আমাদের adaptation? দুটোর সংমিশ্রন হয়তো। তবে এসবের উর্ধ্বে মাঝে মাঝে দরকার পরে যায় revolution.

রাত একটার সময় গ্লাসে পানি ঢালতে গিয়ে হাত থেকে পরে যায় গ্লাস, নির্জনতা চমকে উঠে, সাথে আমিও।গ্লাসের শব্দে চমকে অবাক হই আমি। টিভির footage গুলো দেখে চমকাই না কেন!গাড়িতে লাগানো আগুন, মানুষের উড়ে যাওয়া হাত, রাস্তায় লাশ,ফটো সাংবাদিকের বোমার আঘাতে নষ্ট হয়ে যাওয়া চোখ, স্বজন হারিয়ে পরিবারের আকাশ বিদীর্ন আর্তনাদ। হারিয়ে যায় মানুষ, হারিয়ে যায়, নির্মমতার কাছে। তবে হেরে যায় না।আমি থমকে যাই,নীরবে তাকিয়ে থাকি,কিন্তু চমকে উঠি না।মন কাঁদে,চোখ কাঁদে না। আমি হাসি, আনন্দে কাঁদি কখনো, অথচ কীভাবে অনায়াসে থমকে যাওয়া মুহূর্ত থেকে বেড়িয়ে আম্মুকে বলি, খেতে দাও আমাকে।
 ১২ নভেম্বর,২০১৩

I wonder Where humanity lies

1.Hundreds of people were swarming and a woman died in that crowd. Who was she? An unknown Bangladeshi woman who used to pass each day with uncertainty, used to face insurmountable obstacles and then used to wait for another morning with a new hope, with a new determination to fight against all odds. She died. The crowd moved forward, they are busy people. Why should they waste any time over a dea...d body?
The crowd moved forward and the silent dead stayed still bidding adiue to her own life,to the world.

2. Battle between a three wheeler and a four wheeler. This battle is an old one, had been fought many a time before. Sukanto bhattacharya has mentioned this in many of his poems. That battle still exists. Four wheeler pointed to the three wheeler with its arrogance. Three wheeler says, Don't look down upon us. We are also human as you. Four wheeler without a care keeps moving in the light speed.

In the serpentine corridors of never ending disparity.

Witnessing all these was heart wrenching. After coming back home I have so many "whys" circulating in my mind. Honestly, I cannot end up with one consoling reason.
C O N S O L I N G..

The gleaming night stars shower their light towards earth.I look in awe, a deep sigh gets lost in the eerie silence..
Seeing those dazzling flashes from earth seems so beautiful.
They whisper for earth, Life will be beautiful for everyone.
And I love to believe ,that whisper will be a clarion call to everyone someday.

Shroud of Silence

Words seem to be buried under layers..

If I remove one layer
Another one appears in front of me
Wish I could count these layers...

Long time back, one layer was slipped away
It was vibrant,pristine,so nimble like a portray
I used to paint as I wished, used to play as I liked...
And one day it was just slipped away with time..
It left its memories in my hand, those fading colors are still here,
And at times, the nagging voice of that layer tells me to paint once again !

There was another layer, the "Happy" layer..
I never thought it would ever say anything,
Actually it never did, It was always in silence
But silence is also a scream, right?
And this piercing scream scared me so much..
I let it pass by...

And there comes another one,
It did not have any structure, any color, creed or religion..
It was the "Freedom" layer..
I still remember the fresh memories of you freedom
The last time you flew so high and took me with you
Those memories are still fresh..
You were slipped away too..

And it keeps going on this way
The process of removing layers, one by one..
This removal keeps deepening the truth
The truth of life..

Now all the layers are gone,
There is only the wait for void
But before that, one last layer has to be removed,
Removing this layer will be terribly painstaking..

My heart will start beating fast..
I will start panting...might find it difficult to breathe,
People around me will be scared
But nothing in this world will be able to stop me from closing my eyes, to bid the "FINAL GOODBYE"...


Silence will be standstill...


And may be that day or the next, that silence will also be buried...
The only remaining of silence will be confined under soil, covered with a white shroud
Words will sink with me in void..
My soul will reach its solace...