A TAKE ON RAM---LEELA

Finally saw Ram Leela...It had all the signature tones a Sanjay Leela Bhansali film should have...Grand sets, colourful costumes,typically expensive song and dance sequences,Love and war,Flesh and bones and yes off course blood....The story is usually an adaptation of the Shakespearean tragedy Romeo and Juliet with an Indian or better to say Gujju tastes,accents,culture and tradition........Blood and guns speak more here than the characters itself..Some sequences where beautifully shot....But some scenes where too lingering, specially the one where Ram chants over Leela's name at their incomplete wedding night..Some scenes where nauseatically violent.The make out scene between Ram and Leela was perfectly shot in aesthetic white linens and smoky ambience..could not help but like it.....Most dramatic scenes where shot in slo-mo,with intelligent use of silhouettes, blacks,whites and scarlet reds.....Deepika, the Leela of the film was justly an emotional, dewy-eyed, short tempered and aggressive Juliette....the perfect lady love.....Loved her colouful bandhini skirts and sequinned lehengas.....And Ranbeer....or Ram was mouth droppingly delicious.....could not take my eyes off from his shirtless sweat soaked gleaming abs.....justifyed the gujju accent.....and yes justifyed Being Romeo,our desi Ram who speaks of love in the time of war...could not forget Supriya Pathak's Ba for a single moment....Expected more drama,more perfection from BLACK and Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam Sanjay Leela Bansali.....While leaving the cinema hall my eyes where full, and heart too...but something was missing.....compared to his other films ,felt that the imprint was not so strong as it should be,like any typical Bansali film.....

Smritir rumal

hawar chule legeche dhulor pak.....dhulor chokhe utheche puru kancher chosmabo....anekdin por ekta chena rasta dhore gelam.....abcha abcha chelebelar purono gandho makha smriti gulo bheshe uthte thaklo cholar pothe....sei pukur gulo..sei dhan khet..air porter purono nona dhora panchil...mayer kole bose 217 bus er janla diye unki mere amar koutuholi chokh duti dekhar chesta korto urojahajer kono e...kta angsho,khub kach theke....kakhno parto,kakhono ba parto na.....aj tai dhan kheter oi al er aral theke ba pukurer jole tol pora khanjer gobheer theke chitke eshe gaye lege jay amar purono hariye jawa chotobela.....narayanpurer purono para ta ar nei....banshboner seyaler dak nei..nei rate chumki chumki jonakir lub-dub.....ache kichu rong beronger eet-kaath--concreter naak uchu imarot....dheke jachhe chele bela gulo..sei lorjhore 217 bodole shitotapniyontrito volvo marco poloder antarjatiyo pordara tothakathito dushan ba dhulo theke rescue kore r bodole upohar diye jay cfc, bishakto dhuyo r o kichu,wagera,wagera....rastar baaker dokan gulo natun..kintu bhanga chora chayer dokaner thek ba mosha bhorti chotto goal post bandhano math ta eki ache...eki ache bot- tolar goreeb muslim pottir sei upche pora nala o tar samne bosobas kari poribar guli...sei buro dokan ola hajmi dadu ba nafisader khoye jawa soreer o chokher kotorer dark circles er gobheerotar kono poribartan hoy ni...tai natuner bhire kakhono khub chena porichito kichu dekhte pele,bhalo lage,hok i na seta dhangsoprapto kono bhagnanshor tukro....ferar samay dhulor kacha kachi hoei firlam,chul uriye,orna bhijiye.......bhalo theko purono jorajirno parthibo oparthibo samasto kichu.........r bhalo theko smriti,samay r ja kichu oteet.............

November O Amar Shohor

November O Amar Sohor --Part 2
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abhimane thasha rasta-poth...
Kichu finfine haway shiter rongmoshal--...
dhulo dhusorite haway heem kata gandho
flyover e jaguar-omnir asomo competition...
kalo holud garir seate septe thaka
ager rater bashi tequillar gandho,
bishonnotar panjor lokate pare na....
kancher churir moto bhule jawa smriti tukro...
bendhe nishidhho athalo sompreetir ador dager moto..
rasta,flyover,basotite ghinji bhirer kuchi.......
barowari garite "Sun Raha Hai Na Tu"ra
adrisyo ghamer bindu hoe hater muthoye jome jay..
abar monkhorap mochcha kannajol hoe lutoputo khay
corporate sromikder anguler dogay frustration hoye...
fossil hoe jachhe November biplober nostalgia,film festival,
mulyobodh,bandhuta o biswas namok mammothra...
gulibidhho sohorer kolje theke chitke asha rokter moto
bikele shek ney ami, amar November o amar sohor............

ঘাস-রঙ্গা  কবি

লাইনটানা  আকাশ /

মেঘেরা   গর্ত  খোঁড়ে /

ফিরোজা  রঙের  ঘাম /

শরীরে   দানা  বাঁধে...

ঘাস-রঙ্গা  কবি /

সেপিয়ায়  ছবি  আঁকে/

বৃষ্টি  ঝলসে  দিনে /

রাতে  সূর্য  ভেজে ...

শহর  থেকে  শহর /

অলি   থেকে  গলি /

আগুন  থেকে  আগুনে /

মৃত্যু  লিখে  ফেরে ...

প্রেম  রঙ্গা  ঘুম ...

শহরের  বুকে  নামে...

নাকছাবিময়  তারায়/

জ্যোত্স্না  খুঁজে  মরে ...

শাটল-এর ওই  কাঁচে /

I.T  মাখা  ধুলো /

তিলোত্তমার  আদর ...

হঠাত  শব্দ  খোঁজে ...

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 Ghas-ronga Kobi

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Linetana akash/

meghera  gorto khonre/

firoza ronger gham/

soreere dana bandhe...

ghashronga kobi/

sepiay chobi anke/

brishti jholse dine/

rate surjo bheje...

sahor theke sohor/

oli theke goli/

agun theke agune/

mrityu likhe phere...

prem ronga ghum...

sohorer buke name...

nakchabimoy taray/

jyotsna khunje more...

shuttler oi kanche/

I.T  makha dhulo/

tilottamar ador...

hothat sobdo khonje...

JANMODINER KOBITA

Ghure fire ashe pratibar janmodin/
prithibir sei parichito hanta chola/
ek ekta bachar egiye ashe samne/
hate diye jay holdete parowana/
klanto chokhe bimurto dhusarata/
hoyto kakhono dhurtotar uponibesh/
swapnalu chokhe thakena usnata/
.jomat bandhe somoy,kalshite/
arekta bachar abar ashe phire/
hate diye jay holdete parwana/.
" parinata haw ",subhechha thake tate..
r sakhhi???chosmar bolirekha.....
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জন্মদিনের কবিতা
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ঘুরে ফিরে আসে প্রতিবার জন্মদিন
পৃথিবীর সেই পরিচিত হাঁটা চলা
এক একটা বছর এগিয়ে আসে সামনে
হাতে দিয়ে যায় হলদেটে পরোয়ানা
ক্লান্ত চোখে বিমূর্ত ধুসরতা
হয়ত কখনো ধূর্ততার উপনিবেশ
স্বপ্নালু চোখে থাকেনা উষ্ণতা
জমাট বাঁধে সময়, কালসিটে
আরেকটা বছর আবার আসে ফিরে
হাতে দিয়ে যায় হলদেটে পরোয়ানা
"পরিণত হও" ,শুভেচ্ছা থাকে তাতে
আর সাক্ষী?? চশমার বলিরেখা

My review on SKYFALL published in t2

M: Where have you been?
007:Enjoying death...
The gruff yet the very known velvety voice reverberated through the shadowy gloom of the room...
What to say and what not to say about this 23rd movie of the bond series ? The movie is equipped with
perfect adrenaline-kicks at the right places,exotic locales and a pinch of
Bond's emotional essence.Directed by Sam Mendes,the movie has a little something more to speak about.Yes it is typically a Bond movie,displaying his
bravery, intelligent reflexes,nonchalance and also the same soft corner for women, but here it is shown how bond is ageing gracefully and how hard he is trying to cope up with the truth.His physical weaknesses, slowing down reflexes and little less cleavage-show in the movie will make you feel that is a very personal and sensitive Bond movie,as if it is being shown from the perspective of an ageing spy whose abilities are being questioned by his agency for which he has never hesitated to stake his own life.His senescence is imbibed inhis cold steel blue eyes which are too tired and exhausted to struggle any further but yet they bear the ultimate spark to fight back.After being put down by Agent Eve he goes underground but comes back when he is really needed.The dearth of steamy romance marks the fact that it is rather a little bit off-the beaten track Bond movie.Javier Bardem justifies his negativity as "more than a villain".He is really appealing as the cruel, brilliant, but betrayed MI6 agent who comes back for revenge.The beautiful understanding andun named relationship between M and 007 is evident in several stratas of the movie and at the end is signed off with a cold blue pain of ultimate separation,after her death.
M, we will surely miss you.From Macau to Shanghai to Scotland valleys, Bond keeps his very own footsteps intact with his same style and charm.Yes it is a very personal movie of a tired and ageing spy who has never stopped running for adventure but now it is time he should think about the things he used to do before.The theme song as well as the video performed by ADELE is just perfect for the movie.When I was coming out of the hall, the early november rains fell on my head, as if the SKY REALLY FELL!!
And I LOVED IT!!!

NABAMIR GODHULI,SHITER AGOMONI,KOLKATA AR AMI...

Jhora patar rong chitke eshe lage astamito surjer gaye....r tar tukro tukro sfulingo eshe chorye jay godhilimakha amar sohortar chatuskone...kanta tarer berar fanke chokh khonje kichu chena-achena usno muhurto...binimoye pay moun mukhorota bhora ekta nirjon park-bench...hariye jachhe jano sob kichu..jano sunyota grash korche sahortake...antorikotar sunyota.......bhalo basha heenotar sunyota...r take soriye sthan kore nichhe hingsrota,barbarota...amar sahorke aste prishthe bendhe rakhche kichu asubho kanta tar...r raktakto byathamoy amar sohor dirghoswash fele choleche..


Rastar ga beye goriye pore godhulir paranto chaya,benke thaka komola roddur,sohorer jhora patar sugandho r kichu fele asha nostalgic somoy

   Hothat kore ekdin ek achena bikel belay dekha hoye gelo Pokhhirajer sathe..Ami take bollam ja giye,khunje niye amar rajpuutur ke..Se .Tepantorer math periye diksunyopurer dike rawna holo.......Amar jonye rajputtur ante chollo se Tin Samudro Satash Nodir periye..sobuj mather buke lege thake tar duranto payer khurer dag.tar fenamoy niswaser garom uttape bhar hoye othe saharer soreer..Pouchabe se amar rupkothar deshe,jekhane te sobsomoy chand heshe nadite eshe lutoputi khay.......Akash tar megh gulike surjer lal-halud ronger baltite chubiye dey.....Amar jonye akashparer bandhuke ante jay se......Jar ekta chokh sobuj ar ekta chokh neel...ar chuler rong halka sonali........

Rastar karnishe shek ney narom kichu sneher tukro...Eke opore ga theke ektu ektu kore joro kore ney beche thakar ohm..Surjer dhulo,rastar ador r helfelar kol ankre beche thake ora....ekrash siuli pora ador r bhalobashar adrisyo shawl roilo oder jonye

 

 

 

Akasher backdrope e sei chena matha tule dnarano akashchumbi sthapotyo...hothat kore rastay dekha hoye jawa traffic signal thomke dnarate bollo amay...dnaralam...trpor chokh tule dekhlam take..jake pray i dekhi...kintu kichu bhabay na...aj bhabalo hothat kore,,,natun kore..kano janina...besh anyarakam laglo take.......mone holo er int-kath-pathor gulo kotto diner kolkatar jibonjaponer pratyokhhodorshee...besh bhalo lagay bhore gelo monta...

 

 

Amar sandhyebelar sareeta halogen ronga...Tar pare jhora patar khoyate ronger karukaj....ar gandhota halka shiter moto misti....Ei sahorta sanjhbelay ei rokom ekta asadharon saree pore seje guje dhooper gandho mekhe dugga thakur dekhte beroy...r sobai tar aparup soundorjye dekhe haa kore takiye thake...nispoloke...

 

 

 

Alor rokte seje otha ei sundori tilottama ke bishmoy chumban dilam....saper moto enke benke chola alor sari sahorer gola kamre dhore, damee hirer harer motoi...nakshatro sada rater soreere anchor kata alora hingshar shitkar tole...ora khhat guli ke dhakte naraj...tobuo khhatosthan bhora amar roktakto sohor ta aro sundor hoye othe...

 

 

 

 

EKTU ANYARAKAM PUJO

AMAR PUJO EKTU ANYARAKAM...............
KARO KACHE PUJO MANE NATUN JAMA PORA....
KARO KACHE HATE HAT REKHE ANEKTA POTH CHOLA...
KARO BA BHIRER MAJHE KICHU CHENA CHOKH KHOJA...
KARO KACHE BABA-MA-DADA-DIDI SOBAR SATHE HASA...
BHALO KHABAR,NATUN KAPOR,PUJOR PANDAL ER RONG-NESHA-GANDHE KICHU ALEEK MUHURTE SARA BACHORER KLANTI BHULE THAKA....
BAJARI KICHU POTRO POTRIKA AR PUJOR SPONSORERDER BHIRE SOHORER AKASH KICHUDINER JONYE BEMALUM DHAKA PORE JAY....PUJOR ALOR JHILMILE SOBKICHU BADDO MAYABI LAGE...JANO EKTA FANTASY WORLD E POUCH JAWA JAY CHUTTE...HULLOR-GOLA EIDINGULITE SOBBAI EKTA "FEEL GOOD" MARKA MUKH
AR  MOOD BAHON KORE..
STYLE DIVA DER ROOPER DAPOTE KAMPTE THAKE SOHOR THEKE RAJPOTH...
TEMPORARY PREM GULO EKTU JOME KHEER HOWAR CHANCE THAKE...AR PERMANENT GULO HOYTO EKTU UPDATED HOY BA HAWA-BODOL KORAR CHESTAY PHANK-PHOKOR THEKE UNKI JHUNKI MARE....
KINTU KICHU MANUSH ER JONYE EI ABOSTHAR KONO PORIBORTON HOY NA...
KARUR KACHE RASTA BA TELCHIT-CHITE STALL TAI  EKOYEKDINE SORBOKHONER SONGEE HOY JAY...KARUR KACHE DHULO BHORTI MATHER ONDHOKAR KONE PHUCHKA  AR PANDELER BAIRE  DNARIYE SWAPNER BUDBUD BIKRI KORATAI UTSAB THEKE JAY....

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AMAR PESHI SHOKTO HOY CHAKAR GHURNANE....
AR SEI CHAKA CHUYE JAY TILOTTAMAR BUK...
EK RASH RASTAR DHULOR MODHYE MISHE THAKE AMAR GHAM,RODDUR,ROKTO AR SHARODIYA UTSAB HOK-NA-HOKER UPOSTHITI...AMAR KACHE SOB DIN I SOMAN,SOB UTSAB I EK...SUDHU UTSABER DIN GULIR SATHE BOHON KORE CHOLI AMI AMAR SROM AR DIN BODOLER SWAPNO....AMI JE RIKSAWALA

 

AMAR PUJO KATE BANSHIR SURE AR TINER CANE JOMA PORA DHATOBO POYSAR CHITKARE...AMAR KACHE SOB RONGI KALO...SOB RONGI ACHENA...SUDHU EKTA RONG I AMAR KHUB KACHER...AMAR PASHE JE SOBSOMOY THAKE TAR CHENA HATER USNOTAR CHOA...AMAR SONGE TAR AMAKE NA-CHERE-JAWA MUHURTO   GULOI AMAR KACHE UTSABER SERA PRAPTI....AMI EK ANDHO BANSHIWALA..AMI EK ANDHO GANWALA...JAR KOTHAO JAWAR NEI....KICHHU KORAR NEI

 

 Pujor ei jholmole dinguli kete jay amar bekhayale..Samne Pandale jete jete jodi kono mayer hat dhore asha chotto chokher nojor amar putul gulir opor pore sei ashay....rongberonger putul ar banshi ar rastar dhulo amar char diner songee hoye othe...ar ami opekhha kori....

My review on Barfi published in telegraph t2

The taste of melting Dairy Milk Silk in your mouth is Barfi,the mischievous pranks you want to play on your Boss out of rage on a hellpacked day while you are working like a
pig and your boss is enjoying with his girlfriends,that is Barfi...The things you want to do from your heart without any reason
but cant do because of inhibitions and suddenly you get a chance to do them,that is Barfi....

.The dreams that get crushed by the bulldozer of reality each
and every moment but the taste of ecstasy when some unexpected rainkisses fall on your face from a half-closed window pane during your journey to office,
that is Barfi..The pain of letting your love go while you want him/her the most,that is Barfi...When somebody becomes your world and they leave you suddenly without any reason,
and you start missing them truely deeply madly and the tears on your cheeks when they come back to you again,that is Barfi...Barfi is a dreamride of ecstasy,imaginations,fantasies,broken and fevicoled dreams,love,warmth and a drop of sunshine that will truely make you happy.
Anurag Basu...thanks for such a dessert...

Coffeemoy abhiman

Bishonno bikel
irish coffeemoy
harano somoy
hothat godhulimoy
Sarot akash

Sahor pujomoy
Coffeer dhoyay pore
ekla abhiman.............