Drishyo-gulo

Eta ekta shopney dekha. Drishyota onekta jeno goto jonmer, kimba hoyto onagoto bhobishyoter. Kintu jani na thik keno, drishyota amar kacche khub porishkar.
 Prothom drishyo ekta taxi-r modhye. Ami ekta bridge-ey uthhchhi, ar shamney suryoday hocche. amar mon-e poripurno asha.
 Dwitiyo drishyota ekta rail station-er. ami shekhane darie. Pray shokal 6-ta hobe. Ami train-er jonyo opekhshay- Kothao ekta jabo. Money udyom, chokhe shei, abar kicchu ekta asha.
 Tritio drishyota kintu besh onyorokom. Ami jani na eta ba egulo ki kore amar mone ashe, kintu egulo-ke ami dekhte pai. Bhobishyot bokta ami noi, nahole ajker dine khobore kagoj-e kerani giri kortam na. Jatismar-o noi, kintu ei drishyogulo kotha theke jeno amar mone basha bedhe acche.


 Jak, ja bolchhilam, Trityo drishyota ektu onyorokom. Ami boshe acchi ekta purono, bhangachora karkhana-e. Bojha jacche je ekhane ajkal keu khub ekta ashe na, lota-gulmo khub-i berecche. Sreehin, ekta poribesh, bhogno dosha tar. Bairer dike takie boshe acchi ami. Shamnei ekta proshosto dorja, tar modhye die dekhte pacchi ekta bikel. Surjer alo more ashchhe, baire jonomanob nei. Khali ami eka shei bhognostup-er modhe boshe acchi. Chari dike onek jontrangsho chorie acche, jeno shopner ekta gudamghor. Gudom-e ki thake? Onek kaler purono jinish, jegulo ekshomoy joruri chhilo, gurutyopurno chhilo, kintu ekhon tader ar kono chahida nei. Tara ekhon okaronei jayga nie bose thake, ar shujog pelei shei shomoyer smiriti money korie dey je gulo amra pichhone phele jete chai. Ei jontro-gulo bodh hoy sherokom-i.
 Ekshomoy ei gulo onek manusher shopno hoe chhilo, onek manusher onek boro ekta ashar rupok chhilo era. Ar shei ashar moddhey jonmo nito aro onek chhoto chhoto shopno. Manusher shopnio, doinondin jibon japon, chhoto chhoto nana shopno. Ajke shei bishal shopno humri kheye porechhe ei purono gudom ghore, ar ei ondhokar bari-tar kone, alo chhaya-r modhye shei onek kaler purono chhoto chhoto shopno gulo lukie acche. Jokhon erom kono ekta din-er sheshe boshe thaki ekhane, money hoy tara berie ascche. Lukie thaka shei shopno-gulo amake ghire dhore tader golpo bolte chaichhe. "Jano, amar baba bolecche ebar maine hole amake ekta notun juto kine debe!", "Amar chhele eibar pash diecche. Bhari bhalo chhele, or chakri-ta hoe gele ma shitala-ke pach poyshar bhog debo bolecchi." "Amar borer chakri-ta ar nei. Karkhana-ta jodi khole tahole ontoto ekta kaj ki ar hobe na? Koto lok-i toh more heje gelo, tader kaj-gulo ar kauke to kortei hobe. Aha, ei ashwin-e jodi karkhana khole, bablu-ke ekta notun jama kine debo."


 Koto Golpo. Golper jeno shesh nei. Othocho eigulo amar golpo noy. Ma kali-r dibyi kheye bolcchi, emon golpo likhte parle ki ar kerani hoye thaktam? Ekebare reporter hoe jetam, ar ekta second hand scooter kintam. Amar ma bolto, amar naki ucchasha nei; kintu bishwash korun, ami onek boro hote chai, khub chai, ekhono chai. Kintu ei chinta gulo je kokhon moner modhye chole ashe, tai boshe boshe bhabi. Tai bodh hoy jibon-e kicchu kora hoe uthhlo na. Shottyi bolcchi moshay, ami jatishmor noi ar jyotishi-o noi, kintu tobuo keno je eishob drishyo dekhi, ke jane?

Life

Life is what makes you pass through the greatest of highs and the steepest of lows.
It takes you to your dreams, and makes you live your nightmares. And when you live your dream and your nightmare at the same time, you know that you have lived life to the fullest

insanity, in the name of lady luck!!!

Its pretty late at night, and I have an exam tomorrow. The last semester exams of my undergraduate career are here, and the last thing I need is to write out articles named "Insanity". But, well, here I am, and if That is not a sufficient justification for the name, then i dont know what is.
Basically, I am writing this for a somewhat personal reason. I have been forcing a friend of mine to get back the habit of writing. What stops her, I feel is not just laziness, I think. Its like she has given up the habit of putting her mind out into her writings. Its like, having to write is like an action, which brings with it judgements of people. Its true, I mean how logical is it to write yoir heart out, when all the feedback you get to hear is like "Wish there were lesser typos... Lolzzzzz " or "Hmmmmm. A mature read. But there is scope for improvement".
But I feel, sometimes its better to put your feelings into words. On one hand, it makes me a lot lighter.
And more importantly, when I write, I can express whatever I wish. Its like making a speech. For the moments when I am creating the piece, its just my voice that matters. And all other voices, however powerful, or important or significant they may be, will shut up and make way.
For me.
'coz I choose to express myself, and in doing so,I choose to be free.
Sounds like a lot of noise? Why dont you start writing, and find out for yourself?