It was a wintry evening, may be the first week of January, and that day I watched a magical live concert.
I saw the advertisement on a paper: Mohiner Ghoraguli presents “Abar Bochhor Tirish Pore”, suddenly I had a vision of a lonesome cassette lying inside my sister’s messy drawer and a 9 year old putting it inside the tape recorder. And some magical tunes came rushing back to me. Yes, that child was myself who didn’t understand anything about those songs but somehow managed to listen to the entire cassette. And she kept on sighing, "Only if my parents could understand that” while the dark room filled with “Porashonar Jolanjoli bhebe murkho bolchho ki…”
Years passed, and memories withered. Even when I listened to those songs afterwards, I felt nothing such strong (though one might often found me correcting people with “ No that song is originally by Mohiner Ghoraguli, aktu bangla gaan shon please!”). But the words- Abar Bochhor Tirish Pore-intrigued me to scheme a plan for the concert. And that was my biggest mistake. Obstacles have to come in the way whenever I plan anything. This time the Obstacles were a bitter fight on the day before and a tragic fall (at the bathroom!) on the morning of the concert. A fall that had left my spinal cord fractured. But the enchantment soon countered the nasty pain and all of a sudden I found myself running for a seat and savouring the moments with occasional sprays of Rellispray on my back.
It was marvellous. More so because I belong to that group which Ranjan Ghoshal had attributed as “Ar tora?! Tora toh tokhon jonmasini!”
And now, the Ghoras, somehow, is in my blood. I sing them when I am high (pun intended!) and when I’m low…when I feel lonely and when I feel special to have so many dearests in my life…in rain and sun….in winter and summer, I can go on listening to them forever.
I started loving them with “Porashonar Jolanjoli” and while I’m writing this the four walls of my room are resonating:
And now, the Ghoras, somehow, is in my blood. I sing them when I am high (pun intended!) and when I’m low…when I feel lonely and when I feel special to have so many dearests in my life…in rain and sun….in winter and summer, I can go on listening to them forever.
I started loving them with “Porashonar Jolanjoli” and while I’m writing this the four walls of my room are resonating:
Kalke ratri pohale
Doi er fonta kopale
Fountain pen saamle rakhi
Mori admit card harale
Binita kemon achho?
Bipod amar
Porsu B.A Part 2
Ki jani ki likhbo khatay
Ki jani ki likhbo khatay…
4 comments:
ayvabey chalia jao ......btw i was d one who arrange the tickets & occasional sprays of Rellispray on ur back during the concert.. :)
see babloo, the 'ghoras' are even older than me !!!!!! By the way, my drawer was not messy. It was little unorganized, just a little.
Anyway, I liked this post even more than the previous one. Waiting for more to come. And regarding the upcoming 'Bipod', good luck !
Dunno how to express my feelings. . .bt I have certainly bookmarked this page.
P.S. The only pages bookmarked,other than this one, are gmail and fb :-) :-)
I was just going to comment on the your didi's drawers :D A little messy , yes :D
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