ঘরের ভেতর একলা বসে
কতই কথা ভাবি,
পেরিয়ে আসা বিকেল বেলা,
অশথপাতায় রোদের খেলা,
ন্যাপথালিনের গন্ধ মাখা
পুরোনো পাঞ্জাবী।

ঘড়ির কাঁটা দুপুর গোনে,
একফালি রোদ ঘরের কোণে,
ক্যালেন্ডারের গা ঘেঁষে ওই মরচে-ধরা চাবি।
ঘরের ভেতর এমনি বসে
নানান কথা ভাবি।

জানলা দিয়ে মুখ বাড়িয়ে
হলুদ নিমের পাতা,
আলমারীতে চুপটি করে
বইরা ঘুমায় সারে সারে
কাগজমোড়া বাক্সে রাখা
স্কুলবেলাকার খাতা।

শান্ত গিটার চুপ করে রয়
ছায়ার মত দীর্ঘ সময়
পুরুলিয়ার ট্রাঙ্কে জমা দু’মুঠো কলকাতা।
কে জানে কার জন্যে রাখা
স্কুলবেলাকার খাতা।

To All the Girls We’ve Loved Before – #4

When I was in the eleventh grade, I read my first Sidney Sheldon. The name of the book was If Tomorrow Comes. It belonged to a classmate, who had lent it to me. He had said, ‘People usually start with this one when they start reading Sidney Sheldon.’ I read it and decided that it made complete sense. The book was a superb read. And I was in love with the primary protagonist – Tracy Whitney.

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To All the Girls We’ve Loved Before – #3

I believe the next significant name on my list is the one and only Kate Winslet.

Kate Winslet is the first Hollywood actress whose name I properly knew. I was seven years old when Titanic had released, and I had gone with my parents to watch it on the screen. I remember feeling distinctly sad after watching it, although I cannot recall how exactly I had processed the film at that age, and how much I had actually understood. Surprisingly (or maybe not, I dunno), whenever I thought about the film back then, I never remembered the famous nude sketching scene, or the subsequent lovemaking scene in the car. Maybe my mind had hidden it away out of sight because it could not make sense out of it, or maybe that theater had simply censored the scene – all these years after, I can never know for certain.

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Winds of Spring

Here in our land of grounded dreams, the winds of spring arrive with the tidings of final exams.

Just when the cold in the air seems to be abating, the sun seems to shine a bit warmer on the white walls, and the sky seems glad to have back its shade of blue, – when you are ready with all your soul to surrender to the holidays, they serve you the notice, and they serve you the menu. You can’t pick, though. The items have been chosen for you at the beginning of the year.

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To All the Girls We’ve Loved Before – #2

Curious but true – growing up, I did not have a lot of crushes on Indian actresses on TV.

It was always the TV, because back then, we did not use to visit the cinemas so often. At least, folks from my social background didn’t. Cable TV was the theater of the middle-class Bengali, and with many it was even simpler with just the one channel – DD1. I had grown up with DD1 as a child, until I was ten. Then I went to RKMVP, and cable came to my household. Apparently, my folks did not think it safe to have a student coexist with cable TV at home – it would hamper my results. But after I got into RKMVP, I watched cable every time I came home for the vacations.

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Check Ignition, and May God’s Love Be With You

When one of the boys suddenly stooped to touch my feet, I caught him by the arms and drew him up. That’s one thing we had learned from Saktida. Stop them before they get to touch your feet. You can’t let all the illusion get to you. You can’t let your vision blur in all the noise. Maybe this is the biggest thing I should be trying to teach these children, above everything else. Or maybe this cannot be taught after all. Practicing it in front of one’s audience is the most one can do. Living it. Living with your heart set in the truth, and nothing can make you break away from it.

What truth?

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