01/02/2021১৮ই মাঘ ১৪২৭
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖊𝖊𝖐𝖑𝖞 𝕿𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎
There is a nice phrase in Bengali, Rajat Joyonti, the translation of that comes out to be Silver Jubilee, but it neither gets the kick nor the softness. So, it will remain lost in translation for the not native speaker. It's been 25 weeks since we are publishing Turni. I think we skipped a week over the holidays towards the end of the year, but other than that, we never missed it. When I look back at it now, it's 6 months! Half-a-year. For the blockchain time scale, that is eternity. Folks who help publish this; have many important life events during these six months. But never, even for a single time, I have heard that "..no we can't do it this week, we are too busy". That requires a certain character to pull through, and no gratitude of mine will be adequate.
For those who don't know this, Turni used to be a physical little-magazine during a long-forgotten time, in the distant past, and over at a space that seems almost a different planet now. A "troimashik," or a magazine that comes out once in three months. Several enthusiasts used to publish that, but I don't think that ever reached its 25th issue. When BDC started this initiative in the digital world, things were not simple. I never thought we will ever reach the 25th issue. But hey, here we are.
Today, this editorial won't be long-winded or preachy as it often had been. Instead, let us talk about a friend. I am sure many of us had a friend like this one. I certainly did. He is Amalkanti. The person who contrived the original Turni was not like Amalkanti in terms of his educational wisdom. But like Amalkanti, he didn't want to be a teacher, doctor, or a lawyer.
He wanted to be sunshine.
And he couldn't become sunshine. But he also didn't become a creature of darkness and despair either in real life. He is quite 'successful', the conventional ways we measure success. So, I don't know what is right or wrong. But I decided way back, when I will have kids, they can be whatever they wanted to be. If they wanted to be sunshine, so be it!
And to all the adults out there…. Please don't feel that you couldn't become what you wanted to become. That feeling will be very limiting to you emotionally. I learned that Morgan Freeman did his first movie at the age of 55. Famous Bengali singer/poet Kabir Suman (to me, he will always be Suman Chatterjee) learned to play guitar at age 40.
Trying to be someone and not become one is the most frustrating thing you can do to yourself. The mental burden of that is something no one deserves. There is hope out there, and there is time. Maybe now is not the right time, and you have this and that going on with your life. But think about it, and I sincerely hope that you go out there and get it.
Be your sunshine, or perhaps better yet, be the sunshine for someone else.
সেই অমলকান্তি - নীরেন্দ্রনাথ চক্রবর্তী
অমলকান্তি আমার বন্ধু
ইস্কুলে একসঙ্গে পরতাম।
রোজ দেরী করে ক্লাসে আসত, পড়া পারত না,
শব্দরূপ জিগগেশ করলে,
এমন অবাক হয়ে জানালার দিকে তাকিয়ে থাকত যে,
দেখে ভারী কষ্ট হত আমাদের।
আমরা কেউ মাষ্টার হতে চেয়েছিলাম, কেউ ডাক্তার, কেউ উকিল,
অমলকান্তি সে সব কিছু হতে চায় নি।
সে রোদ্দুর হতে চেয়েছিল!
খান্তবর্ষণ কাক বিকেলের সেই লাজুক রোদ্দুর,
জামের পামফ্লেট পাতায়,
যা নাকি অল্প হাসির মতন লেগে থাকে।
আমরা কেউ মাস্টার হয়েছি, কেউ ডাক্তার, কেউ উকিল।
অমলকান্তি রোদ্দুর হতে পারে নি।
সে এখন অন্ধকার একটা ছাপাখানায় কাজ করে।
মাঝে মাঝে আমার সঙ্গে দেখা করতে আসে,
চা খায়, ইটা ওটা গলপো করে, তারপর বলে "উঠি তাহলে"।
আমি ওকে দরজা পর্যন্ত্য এগিয়ে দিয়ে আসি।
আমাদের মধ্যে যে এখন মাস্টারি করে
অনায়াসে সে ডাক্তার হতে পারত,
যে ডাক্তার হতে চেয়েছিল,
উকিল হলে তার এমন কিছু ক্ষতি হত না।
অথচ সকলের ইচ্ছাপূরণ হলো, এক অমলকান্তি ছাড়া।
অমলকান্তি রোদ্দুর হতে পারেনি।
সেই অমলকান্তি, রোদ্দুরের কথা ভাবতে ভাবতে,
যে একদিন রোদ্দুর হতে চেয়েছিল।
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌
Dada says he never expected we'd make it so far when we first started publishing Turni. It was indeed experimental, something innovative we wanted to bring to the chain.
Dada and I agree on most things. There are a few rare occasions where we disagree. One of those is my ever ongoing dilemma of the "Wise old man." And this is another one of those rare instances where we share a different pov.
Did I know we'd come this far when we started? No. How could I? We have not been bestowed upon with the power to see the future. But it would not be correct if I said I never expected to make it this far.
Because sure I did. I did expect us to make it this far and beyond. Maybe I didn't exactly have a fixed number in my head (and I don't yet), but if I did not expect Turni to succeed, why would I have dedicated myself to it? Somewhere deep down inside, I knew there's something special brewing as the midnight candles burned.
So what's the big deal then, you ask! Well, expecting to succeed and actually going ahead and doing it are two entirely different things. And I am very, very proud of how far we've come.
I'm not just proud of the number "25." It is a significant milestone, but more important is what we have achieved along the way, what I have achieved personally!
Turni was never about us, the editors. It has always been for us, the community. I think I can safely say we have started to see the harvesting. We have always had bloggers in the BDCommunity, but blogging for the upvotes and blogging for producing top quality content are two different things. I am sure I am not wrong when I say we have more quality content coming out of the authors than ever since the inception of the BDCommunity. And I will hail Turni for this.
"The best way to teach them is to show them."
From day 1, we have been continually nudging some of the prominent authors from the BDC to regularly contribute in the hope that some of our readers will pick up some pointers...and they did! Thank you for contributing not just with your pieces but also with your style to develop the next-gen of authors! Kudos to all of you.
On a more personal level, it was the relations I have developed over the past 6 months that makes everything about turni so special. While Turni guided us through a hard time when we severely lacked quality content to a time where we can hope again, the interpersonal relations have navigated me through some dark, dark times in life.
How far do we expect turni to go? I don't know. We don't know, but the sky is the limit.
Maybe to a point where when the time comes to drop the pen once and for all, we can all look back and be very, very proud of what we've achieved.
𝕬 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖆
An avid cinema enthusiast, our notacinephile here is one of the most prolific authors of BDC. Not much needs to be spoken as his words flow out more about him than he intends to! Nonetheless, a critical thinker notorious for his surprising questions, his brilliant mind, though procrastinates occasionally a bit, yet always delivers as promised. If you, who are reading this love cinema, make sure you regularly check our cinemakhor out:P
I've seen people disagreeing with the birthplace of Cinema. Some argue that Cinema was born in France, as the first motion picture camera was invented there. To support this argument, there are some concise clips of random events of the late 1800s. While this claim is valid from a technical standpoint, it's baseless from an artistic one. That footage was shot arbitrarily, without any thoughts behind them except the intention to capture a particular moment in time. They are essentially what we do with our cell phones, pulling them out, turning on the camera, and shooting when we see something interesting.
The other argument says Cinema was born in Hollywood and through D. W. Griffith. This is a far more credible claim, supported by several film theorists because Griffith was indeed the filmmaker who developed the language of Cinema first. In a way, the art form was birthed by him. Charlie Chaplin aptly denoted him as "The teacher of us all."
Hollywood began to grow, and the silent film finally emerged as the newest major art form, the seventh. All the other art forms (painting, music, sculpture, literature, etc.) already existed long before we even started recording known history. Cinema is the only form modern humans saw being born before their own eyes.
There were, of course, setbacks. The beginning of the sound film (talkie was a popular term) reshaped our understanding of motion picture. Exaggerated gestures borrowed from theater lost their appeal as a result. The change threw many prominent silent artists like Keaton, Chaplin out of the game. Then there was the studio system during the golden age, controlling, bruising the newly formed art into business monopoly--which was eventually shut down in the late 1940s.
The most fruitful time of Cinema, in my opinion, was from the late 1940s to the 1980s; many major film movements were dominant throughout these decades. Italian Neorealism, French new wave, Neo german cinema, American New wave, Czechoslovak new wave, to name a significant few. Cinema flourished under geniuses at work all over the world.
And now, it's in a remarkable decline. The studio system silently crept its way back as franchise films. I don't know whether Cinema will reach new heights again, but perhaps there's always hope.
নূরল দিনের সারা জীবন
How many of you can chase your passions despite having a family with kids and a 60-70
job every week? Yet our Kobiyal Deepu recites poems from the deepest corners of his heart as if the cosmos speaks through him! An inspiring, hardworking specimen of a man at his prime!
নূরল দিনের সারা জীবন
সৈয়দ শামসুল হক
নিলক্ষা আকাশ নীল, হাজার হাজার তারা ঐ নীলে অগণিত আর
নিচে গ্রাম, গঞ্জ, হাট, জনপদ, লোকালয় আছে ঊনসত্তর হাজার।
ধবলদুধের মতো জ্যোৎস্না তার ঢালিতেছে চাঁদ-পূর্ণিমার।
নষ্ট খেত, নষ্ট মাঠ, নদী নষ্ট, বীজ নষ্ট, বড় নষ্ট যখন সংসার
তখন হঠাৎ কেন দেখা দেয় নিলক্ষার নীলে তীব্র শিস
দিয়ে এত বড় চাঁদ? অতি অকস্মাৎ
স্তব্ধতার দেহ ছিঁড়ে কোন ধ্বনি? কোন শব্দ? কিসের প্রপাত?
গোল হয়ে আসুন সকলে, ঘন হয়ে আসুন সকলে,
আমার মিনতি আজ স্থির হয়ে বসুন সকলে।
অতীত হঠাৎ হাতে হানা দেয় মরা আঙিনায়।
নূরলদীনের বাড়ি রংপুরে যে ছিল,
রংপুরে নূরলদীন একদিন ডাক দিয়েছিল ১১৮৯ সনে।
আবার বাংলার বুঝি পড়ে যায় মনে,
নূরলদীনের কথা মনে পড়ে যায়
যখন শকুন নেমে আসে এই সোনার বাংলায়;
নূরলদীনের কথা মনে পড়ে যায়
যখন আমার দেশ ছেয়ে যায় দালালেরই আলখাল্লায়;
নূরলদীনের কথা মনে পড়ে যায়
যখন আমার স্বপ্ন লুট হয়ে যায়;
নূরলদীনের কথা মনে পড়ে যায়
যখন আমার কণ্ঠ বাজেয়াপ্ত করে নিয়ে যায়;
নূরলদীনের কথা মনে পড়ে যায়
যখন আমারই দেশে এ আমার দেহ থেকে রক্ত ঝরে যায়
ইতিহাসে, প্রতিটি পৃষ্ঠায়।
আসুন, আসুন তবে, আজ এই প্রশস্ত প্রান্তরে;
যখন স্মৃতির দুধ জ্যোৎস্নার সাথে ঝরে পড়ে,
তখন কে থাকে ঘুমে? কে থাকে ভেতরে?
কে একা নিঃসঙ্গ বসে অশ্র“পাত করে?
সমস্ত নদীর অশ্র“ অবশেষে ব্রহ্মপুত্রে মেশে।
নূরলদীনের কথা যেন সারা দেশে
পাহাড়ী ঢলের মতো নেমে এসে সমস্ত ভাসায়,
অভাগা মানুষ যেন জেগে ওঠে আবার এ আশায়
যে, আবার নূরলদীন একদিন আসিবে বাংলায়,
আবার নূরলদীন একদিন কাল পূর্ণিমায়
দিবে ডাক, “জাগো, বাহে, কোনঠে সবায়?”
𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊
The transition of life is often the difficult part of coping up with! Some people often say, "Age makes a person mature" but from what I can see and relate, it is not age that makes a person mature; it is the real-life experience that allows a person to actually see the real meaning of life aka maturity. Some open secrets, let me reveal them :
Plenty of people are running through the idea of completing their education at a certain level, and once that is taken care of, then going for what they actually desire (JOB/Business, etc.). But the fact of improvising starts at a very early age. That even starting from parents. You will have to choose this, or that career in your life is forced upon the child. Regardless of what you actually desire! The very first sacrifice made by the child. Needless to say, every parent wants the best for their child, but in that transition phase, you might be killing someone else while you are making your child be something else. I was somehow lucky enough to not be on that list and do what I actually desired. But my faith turned me towards something else.
I am living in such a country, where merit is not a requirement but a piece of paper is! This will take a lot of time to improve. Being an entrepreneur is probably the most challenging task from where I am. The influence of higher authority plays a significant role in deciding a person's future. If you have one, then you are lucky, and if not well, God knows what is waiting for you! I had to go through that stage! Had to face situations that I never really imagined. All the teachings in my career sounded like an empty nutshell, and everything was yelling at me to quit and do something for myself. But how? Without support from anybody, without anything at hand. It felt like life turned to ZERO, and I had to start everything from the very beginning. I am quite sure many might relate to my situation. Overcoming that phase was probably the worst and best situation of life. I am saying worst because it changed me and helped me see the real-life, and I am saying BEST because I met some people I can call my family. In short, I am the best version of myself to date.
One line which always motivated me along the way, "THERE IS ALWAYS A WAY!"
I can not speak for others, but so far, I am going through this phase. The rest of the life path is still unknown to me (Marriage, old age), or to be more precise, I am yet to explore. But what I can say is, I am lucky to go through each and every path of my life. No regrets whatsoever. As I wholeheartedly believe, "Everything happens for a reason"! I find my peace in that particular sentence. Have a great day, everyone.
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘
We always tell new users there is no shortcut to be "successful" on HIVE. There is no secret recipe. But if there ever was one, a combination of correct attitude and an authentic writing style would come very, very close! And that's what we have in our newest find from the BDCommunity, @surrealfia. In less than 2 months, she has ascended the steep learning curve and finds herself as one of our highly valued authors!
In this post, the author takes us through her journey of how she overcame her lacking spoken English, which has become an essential skill to have in this present world. There is always a lesson to be learned for a keen learner. The question is, will you, the reader, take the lesson our author is trying to teach?
You will always remember this day as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow. - Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003).
By now you must know that I am mad about movies. When I was young, I watched Bangla and Hindi movies, which have expanded to Hollywood, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, Korean, and Tamil movies.
That's quite a bit, no? A few days ago, a friend of mine told me to write about movies, and I told him that I have. And now, two days later, I'm telling you why I started watching Hollywood movies. Let's give you a little backstory.
I don't exactly remember when I started watching Hollywood movies, let's say Once Upon a Time, I started that journey. Even though I watched Tom & Jerry, Looney Toons when I was a kid, those aren't movies. My very first Hollywood movie was Hook (1991), a few years after its release. Fast forward a few years, I watched a couple of films which ballooned to 20 till 2006. Then by 2009, my years in university, that number went to a whopping 60! My vocabulary only consisted of Bangla words, and even though if anyone else was conversing in English, I would understand, but I would almost always reply in Bangla. But then I faced a dilemma, damn, I had to speak in English during presentations! Oh no, I could write, but I could barely talk. What is the pile of the mess life had dropped me into!
I wasn't a brilliant student, but I was a hardworking one. So, I had to find an efficient way that could help me speak in English. Well, why? A few years before this predicament, my mom went to an English coaching center to learn to read and speak, which didn't help her, as she missed most of the classes. So, I thought this wouldn't allow me; I must find another approach. And I thought, why not give Hollywood movies a try. By the end of that same year, I began watching 2 to 4 (highest 7) movies every day, with subtitles, don't kill me. It did help a lot with the vocabulary, and I could understand conversations much better than I was; by now, I was trying (very hard) to converse in English.
Only watching movies did help but not entirely. My few friends also joined me, some were learning just like me, and some helped us, learners. We all started to frequently talk in English and memorize dialogues. All this effort was put together for a purpose so that my friends and I can talk during the presentation. Then came the day I had to stand on that podium, nervous wreck I was. I stuttered and muttered, tried so hard, but then I looked at the audience. End of the story, even with a limited broken down vocabulary, no one laughed at me. Half the classroom was filled with learners, and the remaining half was the helpers. Ain't that a great story!
Hard work, honest effort, and desire to improve can take you a long, long way! @toushik here presented to the BDC as a trader, and from past experiences, we have seen, traders do not really like to write. @toushik is a sharp contrast to that, and he was not just satisfied with his trading skill. He wanted to expand his horizon and develop the writing side of his portfolio. Dada always says honest effort does not go unnoticed! And head-clerk has done an unbelievable job in unearthing and polishing a new gem for an ever-growing list of fantastic authors from the BDCommunity!
A lot of us had pets while growing up; maybe some of us still do. The author depicts those memories in words, and I am sure anyone who has had a pet will relate. That is an amazing quality to have in your writing, making the readers relate to themselves while telling your own story!
Even after 10 long months, Corona is still ruling the world. Mind mentality is not going well.
We rural people have become much more digital now. We get the news of the country sitting at home, only the 4G network is weak. I spent all day on my mobile phone and on the TV screen with a cat.
I had a cat named Kishau, who was naturally agile and skinny with a white and black mixture. One of my favorite person named the cat. I liked that name. Kishou was naturally clean. Even then, I would keep it clean.
Cats are my favorite animal. It can be said that he is my meal partner. As soon as I take the rice to my plate, he came running and saying Mew, Mew.
Kishau would stay with me all day long, play, run around, and fight with other cats. Sometimes he would get lost, could not be found all day. He used to come in the evening with hurts from somewhere. Maybe someone would hit—that why I always tried to keep him with me all day.
I would sometimes be annoyed by the kishau's savvy. Although I know he's not as smart as the human race. Before eating, I say Bismillah; first, I feed him, and then I start eating. Sometimes I would get impatient and kick him out of the house; after a while, he would come back again. I know he will come. Every night he sleeps next to my feet. Though a little annoying, it felt good. But my mom did not like it at all. She used to say that cat connection causes asthma. But I never listened to her. I loved Kishau very much; I never thought I would lose him like this.
Suddenly I can't see Kishau anywhere. I told my mom, where is Kishau? She said she didn't see him since morning. The day is running out, but he is not returning home. I was wondering where he could be. Suddenly my younger brother came and said that someone has killed Kishau and left him on the street.
I got hurts so much to hear that I could not talk.
I brought him home and buried him in the ground with my own hands.
Clouds in the sky, and it rained a lot. in that rain, I cried and shouted.
Where do I begin? After we had already published a few editions of Turin, we were, in fact, a bit disappointed by the response we received, both in terms of engagement and lack of development of new authors, new personalities from the BDCommunity. And then we met this kid @minhajulmredol, who gave us hope, that maybe we are, in fact, doing something right! Minhaj is the living example of how much progress can be made if you're willing to listen and apply. So much so that we can no longer look at Minhaj as the kid who seems a bit lost, instead he has taken his engagement game a few notches up, and we're sure he can establish himself well and spread his reach to wider communities all over HIVE. He is the kid who is not a kid!
The author takes us through a painstaking journey of a breakup and how that leads to an unexpected development of a romantic interest. Was he really ready to move on?
After the breakup, I was very depressed, and then I got another friend who was a little bit of caring at that time. Actually, when you are hurt, if someone cares for you, then it's obvious to have a good relationship with that person. So at that time, she entered my life as a healer. I have always treated her like a good friend.
Days are going and months too. It's been two years since we are in touch. With the time moving, I didn't even realize how she became weak towards me. But I was never in any intention of moving with her. Always considered her as a true friend whom I got at my crucial moments.
When she asked me to move on with her, I got a shock as to what I should do. Am I prepared for her? I never was. I didn't even think of moving with her as I always treated her as my friend. Somehow I was convinced that it's wise to move on with her because she was a nice girl and very supportive. What should I expect more? This question's answer was empty then and now, haunting me down.
Haunting me down? Is it the correct word I said? Maybe. Ever since we have changed our friendship's title into a relationship, everything seems to be different to me. I am finding it difficult to put her at the place of my previous love. It feels like I couldn't even move on from my past. Still, now she has the place which is not letting a new one take that place. Maybe she was best fitted in the friendship zone.
It's a common scenario of most cases around us. After a breakup, when we think that the other person is suitable for us and later we end up in a dilemma, was that a wise decision to move on or another step towards regret? Because some relations are beautiful as they are, changes may harm their beauty.
সময় বদলালে প্রতিশ্রুতিও বদলে যায়!
Keeping the VIP lounge warm, our Chatty Kathy Shajj writes profound expressions about life! Most of us ignore the subtle details of life she writes about and takes it for granted! But should it be taken for granted? She, through her writing, makes us question this very nature of our reality
সময় বদলালে প্রতিশ্রুতিও বদলে যায় । আমার প্রথম প্রেমিক বলেছিল। আমায় একদিন না দেখলে সে নাকি অন্ধ হয়ে যাবে। আমাদের দেখা হয় না বহু বছর ধরে। না সে অন্ধ হয়ে যায় নি। বরং তার চোখ দিয়ে রোজ নতুন মেয়েটিকে ভবিষ্যতের হাজারো স্বপ্ন দেখাচ্ছে। এভাবেই সময়ের সাথে আমাদের প্রতিশ্রুতি ও বদলে যায়। দ্বিতীয়বার যে আমার জীবনে এসেছিল। সে বলেছিল আমায় ছাড়া নাকি সে বাঁচবে না। কিন্তু কোনোরকম লাইফ সাপোর্ট ছাড়াই তার ৫ বছরের বৈবাহিক জীবনে সে দিব্যি বেঁচে আছে।
যার হাত ধরে সংসারে পদার্পন করলাম সে বলেছিল আমি তার অর্ধাঙ্গিনী। কিন্তু ডিভোর্সের দুই বছর পরেও সে বহাল তার জীবন নিয়ে ছুটে চলছে। সংসারের কাজকর্ম ও লেখাপড়ায় ভালো হওয়ার জন্য বাবা বলেছিল তুই আমার ঘরের লক্ষী। কিন্তু আজ তার কাছেই আমি সংসারের বাড়তি বোঝা। মা বলেছিলো, আমার মেয়ে কখনো অন্যায়ের সাথে আপোষ করতে শিখেনি। কিন্তু আজ সেই মা ই কথায় কথায় দোষারোপ করে। আমি কেন সংসার জীবনে মানিয়ে নিলাম না।
নিজে সাধারণভাবে চলে যে ভাইকে পড়াশোনা করিয়ে ইঞ্জিনিয়ার বানালাম। সে ভাই বলেছিলো আমার অবদান সে কখনো অস্বীকার করতে পারবে না। কিন্তু সে আজ আমার জন্য বন্ধুদের সামনে মুখ তুলে দাঁড়াতে পারে না। ছেলের টিউশনের টাকা যোগাড় করতে না পারা কাকিমাকে আমি বলেছিলাম কোন টাকা লাগবে না আমি ওকে পড়াবো। তখন কাকিমা আমার হাত দুটো ধরে বলেছিলো তোমার মতো ভালো মানুষ হয় না। কিন্তু আজ সেই কাকিমা প্রতিবেশীদের কানে কানে বলে বেড়ায় ডিভোর্সি মেয়ে।
যে বন্ধুটাকে পরীক্ষার আগে হ্যান্ডনোট দিতাম। সে বলেছিল চাকরি হলে সবার আগে আমায় জানাবে। একের পর এক পদোন্নতি পেয়ে এখন সে মস্ত বড় অফিসার। রাস্তাঘাটে এখন সে আমায় চিনতেই পারে না। আমার যে বান্ধবী বলেছিলাম আমি উপস্থিত না থাকলে সে বিয়ের পিঁড়িতে বসবেই না। কিন্তু তার দ্বিতীয় সন্তান হবার খবরটাও শুনতে হয়েছে অন্যের মুখে।
আসলে মানুষ যখন কথা দেয় সেই সময়ের কথা ভেবে কথা দেয়। কারণ তখন সে সময়টা অনেক মধুর থাকে। তাই মানুষ সময়ের সাথে প্রতিশ্রুতি দেয়। কিন্তু আসলে কারো জন্য কোন কিছুই থেমে থাকে না । মানুষ ঠিকই বাঁচতে শিখে নেয় এবং শিখে নিতে হয়।
Smoking is injurious to health! A warning that may have been the most useless for the purpose it was written. Most states mandate that there have to be such warnings printed on the packs. That so when a smoker dies, the burden falls on his consent and not on the government or the brand. Yet, the government earns the most when a smoker opens up his wallet.
Standing on the roof of this 4 storied building and going through a 20 pack might have been the most ironic thing I have done in the past few months. It's a hospital that specializes in heart conditions. Heart, in its baser form, is symbolic to love. Love is associated with happiness, yet I have seen nothing but misery and death the few times I have been to this place.
Before I was filling my quota for the day of polluting the environment of this bleak city, I was sitting comfortably on the waiting space just beside the stairs of the second floor! A comfy seat near the window of this room, with an unwanted broad view of the general ward filled with saline stands, individuals wearing white gowns, and lines of beds filled with an awful lot of old people, I was lost in the world of fantasy. Thinking about the possibilities of me too occupying one of those beds one day.
My friend's father, for whom, to show my due diligence, had to wake up at seven and commute 20Kms on a weekday, is a very good man. He had a severe heart attack last night, and his state was so dire that two other hospitals declined to admit him. And so now he is sleeping on one of those ICU beds of this rusty ancient hospital, all webbed up in the tubes and wires looking like an old cyborg.
This general ward is on the right side of the building. Even though it is a hospital only for heart patients, there is a minimal maternal ward right down the corridor. My guess is It might be for those mothers who have heart conditions. That, too, felt ironic. On one side, new life sees the light for the first time, and on the other, old souls see it for their last.
The thread of my thoughts got ripped into pieces with a scream followed by endless cries. So I hurried to see if something had happened to the father! A wind of relief grazed my face seeing that it was coming from the opposite side. So out of curiosity, and having that bone every bangal has which tickles in every hint of a nuisance around them, I walked towards the place from where the cries were originating.
Two nurses were trying to restrain a woman. Her large visible belly, through the bluish gown and messy hair, seeped of an ominous aura. And my assumption proved to be right! Her child was stillborn, and so she had lost all sense of reality. What gave me the shock of my life was, the light coming from the back made the silhouette of something under her gown vividly! The umbilical cord, it still hanged! It must have been painful, but she didn't care, she just lost her child, and they didn't even let her see it. In their words, it would have only increased the pain of loss exponentially!
His face was as pale as fogs of a winter morning, and slowly it transitioned towards looking lively! The father was awake after a long battle between the doctors and the angels of death. Life came back that had a few more days in its account, and life was lost that had none! It makes me wonder, was there any warning given to us before we were pushed out into this world? Warning: Living is cumbersome. I bet not! If there were any, how many of us would have chosen life?
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