Onekei Eka - Book Review

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“Jokhon keu aamake paagol boley,
taar protibaad kori aami…
Jokhon tumi aamay paagol bolo –
dhonno j hoy shey paaglaami.”

‘Paagol’ shobdo-tar maane ki? Nijer ekta duniya’y thaka, jekhane shob rong, shob onubhuti-guloi churantoh? Jekhane kono kaaj kora’r aage ba pore kono kichhu bhaba’r proyojoniyota-e haariye jaay? Jekhane dishe-haara jeebon-er proti muhurte jukti-heen daabi-daowa korata-e ekmatro upaay boley monn a hoy? Jekhane nijeke chhara onno shobbai k matha’r byamo’r rogi boley monn-a hoy? Jekhane bhogobaan-er shonge kotha bola'r shaadh jaage?

R paagol-er shonge ghor koratai ba kotota duhshadhhyo kaaj? Kotota bhalobasha jaay ekta paagol k? Kotohdiin porjontoh? Bhalaobasha e ki, naki sneho-koruna meshano bhalobasha’r mukhosh pora kichhu? R shetai ba chirokaal thaake ki? Shob kichhu ki mene neowa jaay? Shudhumatro paagol-er prolaap boley?

Erokom-e aaro onek proshne’r jhor tole Samaresh Majumdar-er Onekei Eka. Uttor o dyay kichhu’r. Opor-opor noy, rokto-maangsho’r, chaowa-paowa’r manush-er hoye.. Onek dukkho mishe aachhe ei boi-er line-gulote. Onek otychaar, onek jontrona, onek raag, onek kaath-gora, onek mene-neowa, onek proshnottor, kichhuta bhoy. Ek-aadh jhilik aanondo. Onekta paaglaami. Ekta nibir bhalo-laaga, r shekhan theke gorey otha ekta naam-heen shomporko. Ondhokaar shuronge’r sheshe ek chilte aalo, ekta notun kore bancha’r ichhe. Shomaaj-er badhyo-badokotaay joriye thaaka kichhu manush-er doinondin jeebon.

Ek-kotha'y ‘opurbo’. Du-kotha’y ‘aami montromugdho’.

“Jokhon chokh bheshe jaay chokh-er jol-a,
keu aamake dukhi boley –
omni heshe uthe di bujhiye shey obhinoy kotoh daami…
Jokhon tumi aamay dukhi bolo –
bhalo korey kaandi aami.”

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