Copy-te bhul thakle ar keu ‘fuck you’ boley mithe-koRa-y dhomok dyay na amake. Keu boley na, ‘You could have been my son.’ Dipankar Chakrobarty, amar Dipuda kotha rakhenni.
Ek bochhor paaR holo aj. Shunyota kateni. Katbeo na. Nishuti ratey jokhon ekla baRi firi, tokhon bujhi se shunyota-r byapti. Sotyi bolte ki, baba-r mrityu-o amake etota peeRito koreni, joto-ta ahoto korechhe Dipuda-r chole jaoa. Pitriheenota-r jonye ami prostut chhilam, mitroheenota-r jonye noy.
Baba-r mrityu-r por amar bari boye ese Dipuda bole giechhilen: “You could well been have my son. Tui kono chinta koris na. Ami to achhi.” Chho mas ar chhilen. Tar por hut bolte chhut mere kothay udhao hoye giyechhen adyonto Bohemian, routine-bhanga manush-ta.
Atmonashokotar holahol chhilo amader agrojprotim projonmer shrestho ei lekhok-sangbadiker boro priyo. Chaiten, ichhemoto jeebon-gaRi chalatey, ashokto shoreer tatey say dik ba na dik. Nijeke jwaliye-puRiye sesh kore deaor je teebro mohomottota ache, ta Dipuda-ke achhonno rekhechhilo jeebonbhor. Bishwas korten Aristotle-r bhashay-- proti-ti lekha, proti-ti srijon-muhurto-key “a moment of divine insanity” boley. Sei achhonnota-y jog hoyechhilo progaRho pandityo ar progya, suromyo ar abhijat lekhonee, teebro kamona ar apar koutuhol. Ar chhilo bNachar probol basona. Asomoye, akale Dipuda-r chole jaoata sei jonyei aro beshi kore buke baje.
Turosko theke firey Dipuda amake shuniyechhilen Dolmabahce ar Sultanahmet Prasad-er kotha. Swad peyechhilam badam-mithai baklava-r. Ar ashwash peyechhilam—“Toke niye jabo er porer bar. Ekdike Rumelia, anyo dike Anatolia-- Bosphorus-e ki mithe haowa rey!”
Amar ar Bosphorus jaoa hobey na. Ichhe-o nei. Haowa-r mithe swad ke chenabe amake? Hothat haowa-y bhese asa dhon to thNai niyechhen sei haowa-tei.
Rabindranath-er ekta pongkti boRo priyo chhilo Dipuda-r. Ta diyei sesh kori ei epitaph:
“Asa jaoar pother dharey gaan geye mor ketechhe din, jabar belay debo kare…”
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