Abhijiter Prati

Moner modhye achhis re tui
Buker modhye buk jure -
Parbo na to kono o dino
Bhulte toke bhul kore!
Bondhu hoye chhilis re tui,
Kothay geli chole?
Amio chhilum bondhu je tor-
Geli ki amay bhule?!

-Bilwatosh Mukhopadhyay
BMC;LT;Burdwan-713104
Date:9.10.2010
Time:2:43pm
This 8 liner was written by me  during the condolence congregation for Abhijit Dandapath,who has left us.I recited and dedicated this one to the memory of my sweet friend Abhijit in that congregation.
Abhijit Dandapath,the son of Dr.Ashok Dandapath,was dweller of Burdwan. He,at first,was an MBBS student at the medical college situated at Nasik. He completed almost half of the MBBS curriculum there(2nd Prof MBBS).Then he got inflicted with Hodgkin's Lymphoma. On serious medical ground,he was transferred to Burdwan Medical College in first year again! Then he became our batch mate. His relationship with me was quite different from that with others, because he was my Numbersek!My class rolenumber was 36(after the university rolenumber became one's class role number) and when Abhijit was transferred to BMC,he was also given the class role number 36(which was not his university &and was only class role number)! There appeared some confusion regarding this role number.Hence,he was rollnumbered as 36B and I was numbered as 36 !So our relationship/friendship was close a lot. He was also a fan of my writing and vice versa! I miss him a lot in the innermost compartment of my heart!

Tumi-Sharat:

                                                     Kash,akash ar punjito megh
                                                     Aj gyachhe mile mishe 
                                                    Sharat elo abar fire
                                                    Shaluk fuler beshe//


                                                                   Sharat elo abar fire
                                                                   Doure roder mathe
                                                                   Snata rod , shiuli lutay
                                                                   Puber chaka othe.//


                                    Sob e holo chirokalin
                                    Proti bochhor ase
                                   Sobar mone,sakol kshone
                                    Harsha bebak vase//


                                                        Ami jokhon chhilum nako
                                                        Sharat chhilo ak e
                                                        Borno,subas,rup,labonyo

                                                        Kichui chhilo na baki//


                                                                               Ami jakhan thakbona ar
                                                                               Thakbe sharat,sab e
                                                                               Borshe borshe shrat niye
                                                                               Likhbe sokol kobi//


                                              Amar kachhe sharat chhilo
                                              Sab sampad niye
                                              Puriye dilo vnarar
                                              Sharat ajke tomay diye//


                                                                   Hemanta,sheet topke giye
                                                                   Sharat holo baasantee
                                                                   Kancha holud mekhe sharat
                                                                   Roudre pelo prashanti//


                                                                                                Prak-itihas juger thekei
                                                                                                Sharat tomar das
                                                                                                Bosonto ke sangee kore
                                                                                                Pay se abokash//


                                                       Oved kolpe tumi-sharat
                                                       Modhur priya amar
                                                       Purna sharat,rikta ami
                                                       Bhalobasay tomar.

                   


                                                                        ------BILWATOSH MUKHOPADHYAY(11.09.12)

Bhule Giye Bhalo Theko:

Bhule jaoa tobu bhalo
Mone rakha oti koshter
Mone rakha chirokal bish jwala-
Mool hoye othe noshter............
Rekhona amake mone-
Kono dn ar kono kshone-
Dekho tumi thakbeo bhalo-
Bhule giye sob kichhu-
Amar smritir theke bohu doore-
Fele pora hridoyer kalo!

STORY

In the 1st year of her medical education,an  apparently good looking, intelligent, innocent looking Girl is entering the lecture hall with her dreams in her eyes and with her dream-materials,white cote and a stethoscope dangling from her gorgeous neck....she has arrived lecture hall earlier,so the hall is almost empty and she is alone in the hall of silence..........


......after putting her college bag down on a side of the high bench and making herself sit on the low bench,she puts her fore head on her hands,which are lying flat on the high bench and are crossing each other.......she started to go back to the past on the car namely Imagination,the wonderful and most probably the fastest 'vehicle' ever! After reaching the destination, she suddenly started sobbing and crying just sitting down  under a big tree,reclining on the trunk of large,big,old Mehagani. No one can say what is the reason behind the cry. It may be the achievement in getting chance to pursue the medical curriculum,the dream came true . It may be, she is missing her home;the locality ; the people,who loved her so much and vice versa ,in that locality ; the trees;the air;the ponds;the flowering plants;those fruit trees;those wood trees,on which she could climb up to a certain height with  the satisfaction in mind of achieving all of the wealth of the universe in her fist........She may be missing her poor,wretched friend,who himself achieved almost nothing but only would think of that Girl......... Heaven gifted him only a degree and some amount of medical knowledge after long and versatile tests!......She may be thinking of that boy,who did nothing for her,still she likes him........She can recall the day of her first adventure without permissions of her parents.......She thinks She could trust the boy and yes,the boy did not betray her trust......She dreams of of viewing the slwo flowing Peace down the bed of a large river-the Tista river.....her longings are coming true in dream.....a peace.....an end to the self-restraint ...and end to the self inflicted dumbness ......her dreams started to unfurl their wings to fly over the Dreamland,which is full of Love,Respect,Possessiveness,Joy&Sorrow and Responsibilities!!!!!!


Slowly the hall becomes fuller with other students ,who were entering one by one or in couples........



The classes started with the entry of the Professor of department of Anatomy into the lecture hall.The class started with some preliminary discussion of the curriculum,exam pattern and pattern of exam-papers,duties and responsibilities of Medical students and Professionals,human bones and cadaver dissection.Professor showed the whole human skeleton and some of the individual human bones and gave a superficial and overall idea about those.....


The Girl was then stepping out step by step slowly of the dreamland to the reality.....




The first and the last class of that day ended after 45 min......Professor went out of the hall and students started flowering their lips to utter words of joy and freedom....some of them could not hold themselves and they were screaming in loud voices......And the Girl came down to reality.

All the students were leaving out of the lecture hall with a huge amount of noise....At last there were only two person in the silent halll....one of them was the Girl and another was a fair, beautiful looking,smart,well -clad,handsome boy with smile in his face............While the Girl was doing up her college bag,the boy approached her with palpitating heart.The Girl lifted her head along with her innocent face and caught the eyes of the boy.....both of them smiled to each other .
They introduced each other slowly and the boy then suddenly got on his knees and took his golden-colored ball pen out of his shirt-pocket.........he hold out his both hands in supine position towards the Girl  with that golden-ball-pen put on his palms,which were open and supine......he cleared his throat a little and caught the sight of the girl and with trembling voice he uttered "I love you,sweety"....




Having heard those words,the girl went flushed and was shaken by that unprecedented series of  events,that were not,probably,experienced by her....and that was only the first time in her short flourishing life until then........she picked up the pen from the boy's palm and suddenly lowered her face down and ran away out of the hall with her college bag......

The days were passing by slowly one by one.....On a fine morning there was a class of Biochemistry....after the class,they saw,the Boy and the Girl were coming out of the lecture hall hugging each other...slowly they went out of sight towards the Great Pond.....The Biochemistry  class was over for the day but the mystery of chemistry of the relationship of the new couple had yet to come to the day-light leaving the poor,wretched "DREAM BOY" away in the complete darkness far away from the worn up Heart like the SKELETON..............................


[The amateur  writer solicits  for softness of the readers regarding mistakes,if any....

Criticisms are welcome.....]

Dhaki

  Era holen Dhaki
        Bujhchho ki go ta ki?
Era , pujor moja tomay diye-
        Ghor ke dichhe Faki.

     Eder shishu ghore kande-
     Pitar kole chepe,
     Kan ti pete shunbe
     Pitar Hridoy kamon kanpe.


Pitar kole chore shishu
Dekhbe penja megh
Kasher matha kamon dolay
Pagla haoar beg.


Ei asha ki mitbe bolo
Dhaki pitar shishur?
Jar shishu hok
Kanur,Harur, Bishur!

                           By :Bilwatosh Mukhopadhyay
                                 Burdwan
                                 05.10.2011

My Bengali Poems In English Transliteration

I am writing my Bengali poems here,in my blog in the fashion of English transliteration.Many of the computer operating systems including Windows xp,which is still being  used widely,does not support Bengali fonts by default;hence,my poems,if they are written in Bengali fonts,remain unintelligible to the readers,who like to use those operating systems and many of my friends have already complained me of that.So,now I have no other options left but only this one.Bengali poems in in English font may look some times awkward or may appear relatively difficult to read out to some extent-I think I will be excused for that!Thank you.

Nivrito Holi

  Bondhu aachhe door deshe te

     Amay fele aka-

     Kar sathe aj khelbo holi 

     Fichkari aj faka!                   

          Sob rong e aj berong lage

          Bichheder ei chhayay!                  

          Notun rongin bosonto aj

          Bibhor Modhur haoay.

                  

  Bondhu tomay rangiye dilum

  Amar moner ronge;

  Somosto rong ujar kore

 Amar nijer dhonge.

                  

         Somosto rong ujar kore 

         Rikto holo mon;

        Se riktota bhoriye dilo

        Bhalobasar dhon.

  Rikto holo,tripto holo,

 Abar uthlo bhore

 Amar mon; se sweeo madhurite,

 Tomay rongin kore!

          -Bilwatosh Mukhopadhyay

           Pakshaput;Burdwan-713101

           [Dedicated to my sweet friend!]

                   (This is my 202nd kobita)

Nirbak Sakhya

Amar sara sob somoye
Pabi e re nischoy
Tor jodi oi buke amar
Ektu jayga hoy
Bola ,na bola ja kotha dakh
Sesh hoye jabe sob
Nirbak,omor sokhyo shudhui
Thakbe he bandhob!

     BILWATOSH MUKHOPADHYAY
     "Pakshaput";Burdwan-713101
[NOTE:At first,I thought to write a 4-liner poem regarding a thought about friendship ....but after writing up the whole of the piece of poetry,I divided each line of it into two parts at the end.So now, it is no more a 4-liner,rather it has become a 8-liner....not much a bad idea,nah! :) ]

Smriti

Amar smrity ta abar firlo,
Valo lage eta shunte.
Kintu tui ta hariye chhili je,
A mon chay na mante!
Adi anonto kal jure tor
Smriti ta royechhe buk jure;
Thakbeo seta;parbo na to re
Bhule jete toke bhul kore!
Sukhe thakis,bhalo thakis,
bhulei thakis sob -
Ai kamonai kore jai shudhu,
He priya bandhob!

        -BILWATOSH MUKHOPADHYAY.
         'Pakshaput';Badsahi Road
         Burdwan -713101
[ This piece of small poetry was written by me in my reply to a msg,which was sent to me by one of my college class mates!]

The Memorable 13hr 15 Minutes At Our Auditorium

I am going to narrate here one of my most memorable days. Actually it is,perhaps, not a single day but is stretched in two dates of calender.It is the incidence of 22nd and 23rd days of September of 2010. This is my final year MBBS.In our college(Burdwan Medical College) Social,the participants must be in their 1st or 2nd or 3rd or 4th or Final years.That means,students can participate only before they appear their Final MBBS examination.Intarnes and House Staffs can not participate in the stage,rather,they can participate in the programme only as judges or as spectators.So this is the last time in my MBBS college life that I could participate in our social on the stage!I participated in all previous years' college socials.I actually thought not to perform on stage this year.But,one of my friends from Boys' hostel 1 earnestly requested to participate.At the last moment,I decided to participate and played mouth organ.
      This is the first time that,our college social has been arranged in the new auditorium,the construction of which has just been completed this year,of our college.The construction of this auditorium took much long time.When we were in our first year of MBBS in our college,then we saw that the basic building procedure of this auditorium was almost complete and the "Treasure" of the "Treasure Hunt" game of our(06-07 batch) Fresher-Welcome ceremony was hidden there in that semi-built auditorium!But,the finishing work of the auditorium has taken another 4 years to be completed and is finished now,when we are on the verge of leaving  this college as graduate students!In spite of these,we just got a beautiful auditorium and the opportunity to perform on its stage.
    In previous years,the College Social had been being arranged at our Lecture theater 1.We performed and enjoyed our Social there in hot,stuffy,crowded environment as there was not enough room to accommodate all the performers and spectators comfortably!
     In this year the arrangement of College Social in auditorium just has become an Inspiration,Enthusiasm and a valuable memory especially to me because of the reason mentiond above.
I joined this day's(22nd September,2010) program at nearly 7 pm.The Instrumental section of social was to start at about 11 pm(22th September,2010)-12 midnight! But the instrumental section was delayed because of Antaksharee,Duet songs.
The whole evening and night was passed in the auditorium with the exception of some tiny breaks,when I came out of the auditorium hall,for refreshments like taking coffee,snacks ......
When actually instrumental started,it was about 6 am(23 rd Sept,2010) and my term came at about 6:20 am!At that time,the darkness of night was gone and a new day time started to blossom with the soft beams of rising sun!I came out After my performance others like my batch mates and juniors performed and thus ,when all performances ended,it was 8am almost!Then came the time of announcement of batch-wise performance result.Then there was a session of taking group photos of batches.At last when we left the auditorium,it was 8:15 am!
This 13hr and 15 min became a valuable memory with the perfect blending of aesthetic joy and optimistic melancholy.This memory will live in my heart with other such memories for life to become a component of my nostalgia of bygone days in future and to become substrate for rumination of past in a lonely afternoon or a vibrant congregation !!

                            Auditorium in Morning
                                       Sunlight

                             Beatiful auditorium!