PICNIC
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Ei lekhati bangalore, India theke pathiyechhen amader bondhu SUPARNA BHATTACHARJYA.
Picnic er naam shunlei purono anek kotha smritir jhapi theke unki dei. Chhotobelar koto modhur smriti, dadur songe mile chhade ma thakumar sari diye pandalbanano, kolapata kete ana ar chhade boshe khoa, kokhono abar luchi torkari niye chiriakhana giye picnico korechhi. Boro hoye aboshyo anek jaigai gechhi bondhuder songe, kintu ajo chhoto balar oi picnicer kotha bhable monta khushite bhore othe.Ekbar ki holo ami tokhon class 5 e pori , amader sheeter chhuti, kintu babar chhuti nei, taai amader chutite kothao jawa hochchhe na. Roj library theke boi niye asi aar segulo gograashe sesh kori. Kintu tao jeno somoy kate na. Akdin sokalbelai ek thakuma (amar thakumar bon) elen amader barite, bollen uni desher bari jachchhen, songe dui deorer family o jaben. Ki jani ki holo dadu hothat bole boslen meye gulo kokhono gram dekheni amra jodi onader songe onader gram e picnic korte jai kemon hoi. Uni ek kothai raji hoye gelen. Thik holo amrao onader songe jabo. Date thik holo dudin bader 23rd December.Nirdishto dine sokal belai amra sholojon shantiniketan express e chorlam. Chollam BONO NOBOGRAM bole ekta gram dekhte. Eta Barddhaman aar Birbhum er thik border e. Train cholte shuru korlo. Aste aste amra shohorer baire chole jete laglam. Kothao sobuj kothao holud kothao ba shunno dhusor maath e goru chhagol chorchhe, kothao lomba hoye daria achhe eletric post gulo, kothao chhoto chhele meyera train er songe doure tata korchhe. Besh onno rokom ekta anubhuti hote laglo. Ar edike train er bhetor khabar putuli khule bosechhen thakuma ra. Besh mojai jachchhi. Hothat moja aro bere gelo jokhon ekta station theke ak jora bor bou soddo biye kore amader compartment a uthlo. Chhotto bor ar lomba ghomta deoa chotto bou, golai tokhono ek jora ganda phuler mala pora, songe du-charte putuli, ekta trunk, aar besh kichhu lok taader modhye ek jon dol er panda. Oi panda gochher lokta songer onno lokeder count kore ekta cycle gate er samne bedhe rakhlo. Putulio count holo aar tarpor start holo hoi choi ar gaan. Bhashai amader theke besh alada ekta gramyo taan. Eshob dekhte dekhte amra GUSKORA pouchhe gelam. Etai amader 1st stop.
Station e train thambar agei dekhi ekta lok train e uthe porlo, se amader nite esechhe; amader jinish potro sob guchhiye ek ek kore sei namalo. Amra jokhonnamte jabo dekhi platform to anek nichu, sobai lafiye jhapiye namchhe dekhe amrao oi bhabei namlam station e. Je lok ta amader nite esechhilo se amader bollo gari niye esechhe. Sobai mile chollam garir dike, station er baire ese gari dekhe agyan hobar dosh. Tinti cycle van dariye achhe. Akhono anek khani poth. Samner dokane bose kochuri singara cha kheye chore boslam cycle van e, mushkil holo amar ma ar thakuma kichhutei uthte parchhen na; sheshe thakuma ke baba kole korei choriye dilen kintu ma ke ki kore choraben sobai okhane guru jon sesh e dokan theke ekta bench tule ana holo, tate pa diye ma chorlen cycle van e. Prothome khub bhoi korchhilo, kichhukkhon badei seta chole galo. Sobar songe golpo korte korte ar charidiker soundorjo upobhog korte korte jokhon gram e pouchholam tokhon anek bela hoye gachhe, surjo o asto jai jai korchhe aar maath theke chashi ra tader kaj sere bari firchhe, keu tar goru bachhur niye bari firchhe, keu tader hash murgi ke deke ghore tulchhe. Ei sob dekhte dekhte jokhon bari pouchholam tokhon surjo asto gechhe, charidike sudhu halka alo. Dur thekei ekta bishaal jomidar bari dekhte dekhte aschhilam, thakuma bollen oi baritai onader bari okhanai amra thakbo kintu bishaal panchil ar aam gachher aral theke bari ta thik dekha jacchilo na. Van theke neme dorja diye dhukei mone holo bishaal bishaal roman colomn ar lomba khola baranda haat bariye dakchhe amader. Bhetore dhuke jinish potro rekhe fresh hobar pala. Sobar jonno ghor boraddo holo. Amader ghor e bhison sundor ekta palonko tar samne abar duto step rakha. Khub sundor ekta dressing table ar chhotto ekta swet pathorer table songe chair, ei holo ghorer asbab. Sobe bhabchi abar ga hat dhuye rest nebo emon somoy thakumar dak elo hat pa dhobar. Mathai hat porlo jokhon sunlam barir bhetor kono bathroom nei, barir du dike duto pukur, ektate chan korbar songe change korbar jonno akta bathroom aar anno dike toilet. Bhoi amader abostha kharap, bhablam du din ar chan taner dokar nei, keu sunlo na jor kore niye gelo pukure. Ami kono rokome hat pa dhuye chole elam . Ei somoy thakur dalan theke sondha arotir awaj peye sobai samne giye dnaralam. Aroti holo sobai prosad khelam chhana, mug dal bhejano aro jeno ki ki chilo ekhon aar mone nei. Eri modhye char dik ta bhison andhokar hoye gelo. Rastai alo nei, barir bhetore alo thakleo se prai na thakar i moto. Majhe majhe voltage ato low hoye jachchhe je alo gulo harrican er cheyeo kom alo dichchhe. Adbhut byapar holo tateo karo kono complain nei. Puro gram e dujoner barite TV achhe. Bikel holei uthone sotoronchi pata hoye jai, ek ek kore lok jon ase tader okhane tv dekhte. Amader o nemontonno kore galo tv dekhar tobe ato dur travel kore amra sobai khub tired chhilam, tar opor porer din picnic tar excitement tai khabar kheye sokal sokal ghumiye porlam. Sokal bela ghum bhanglo anek loker awaj sune. Dekhi besh kichu lok esechhe, sobai sobar hisab dichchhe. Akta meye ese bollo amader breakfast ready, pukure amader bhoi tai barandar ek kone jol ene rakha hoyechhe. Kota baje jigyesh korte bollo shib parboti ei matro gachhe, tar mane 6.30 baje. Kichhukkhon takiye theke jiggesh korlam shib parboti sokal bela kothai jai? Bollo birbhum.sokal bela sobe ghum bhengecha matha te kichui dhukchhe na, amon somoy shib parboti roj sokale birbhume jai shune amar mukh diye aar kotha berolo na, haan kore or dike takiye roilam. Dekhi o amar dike takiye achhe. Bhaggis sei somoy ak thakuma dhuke se jatrai prane bachalen. Siv parboti holo ekti bus jini roj sokalbela ei somoy jan. Hat mukh dhuye, luchi, alu kumror torkari ar misti khelam. Borora sobai golpo korchhilo taai baari ta ghure ghure dekhte arombho korlam. Dutola baari, baarir samne aar bhetore bishaal uthon, baire bose bairer lokeder songe kotha bolchhen dadura. Bhetore uthoner ek pashe ekta boro dhaner gola, barir meyera sob okhanei kaj kommo korchhe. Je ghor gulote amra royechhi segulo bishaal boro boro, kori borga diye toiri, pechhoner diktateo baranda royeche. Hothat dadu dak dilen picnic spot thik kora hoyechhe dekhbar jonno. Pukurer dhare hobe amader picnic, dujon lok chhotto ekta pandal moto bandchhe aar samner pukure maachh dhora hochchhe amader jonno. Khanikkhon maachh dhora dekhe baba ar dadur songe beriye porlam gram dekhte. Metho poth dhore.char diker sobuj math, kothao alu kothao dhan kothao ba onno kono sobji hoye royechhe. Amra maath thekei kichhu fulkopi ar begun tule niye elam . Kheter majhe majhe abar macha kora royechhe pahara debar jonno. Kothao kothao kak tarua dar korano royechhe. Gramer bhetor matir toiri bari dekhlam. Kono ta abar dutola matir bari . Jader bari etar toiri tara gramer borolok Char dik a anek pukur chilo. Moja holo sobar alada alada para, napit para, jele para ei sob nam. Er por amra dhaner kol a gelam chal banano dekhte, tel er mill a tel toiri kora dekhlam. Bhison moja hochchhilo amader. Kichhukkhon ekhane okhane ghure ghure beriye amra bari fire elam . Chan sara holo pukure. Edike tokhon akjon amader jonno ranna korchhe aar ma thakuma kakimara okhane bose golpo korchhe. Anek kichu ranna holo bhat, dal fulkopir pokora, beguni, torkari, machh bhaja, machher kalia, chingri machh, chatni ar mishti. Khaoa sere abar ghumiye porlam. Bikalbela dekhi ekjon mohila esechhen, tini sobar pa poriskar kore alta poriye chule tel diye bendhe dicchen. Amakao dilen. Angul diye ato sundor alta porate dekhini konodin. Tobe chule je poriman tel porlo akkebare gramer meye bone gelam. Thik chhilo sediner sondhe tei amra santiniketan chole jabo, kintu porer din gram a hat bose seta dekhbar lobhe se ratrita royei gelam okhane. Van e chore gramer hat dekhte gelam. Sobai kichhu kichhu niye bosechhe, kintu kothao anek jinish nei. Sobi kintu bhison fresh. Kothao abar churi, sari, aar nokol goinao bosechhe, kothao muri singara jilipi bikri hochchhe. Hat dekhe amra chore boslam ekta bus e. Beshirbhag lok buser mathai chore boslo. Buser bhetor manusher murgi, chhagol, jhuri, ei sobi beshi. Jai hok ote chorei amra santiniketan chole gelam. Dudin chhilam amra. Se bhabe dekhte gele dekhar serokom kichhui chhilo na. Kintu kichhu jinish mon ke khub chhuye jai ar amar prothom gram dekhar smriti otai. O ekta kotha boltei bhule gechhe, amra je bus a kore santiniketan gelam tar nam chhilo ma monosha.
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