Sunday, September 30, 2012

গুপি বাঘা হতভাগা

















গুপি বাঘা হতভাগা


গুপি বাঘা হতভাগা
বেসুরো, বেতালা তাই
গ্রামছাড়া হ’ল তারা
গাধা চ’ড়ে, টুপি প’ড়ে
অজানা, অদেখা দেশে
পাড়ি দিল গালি খেয়ে
গান বাজনার দোষে ৷

মিলে গেল তারা দুই
দুঃখের সাথি হ’য়ে
বোকা ব’লে সব্বাই
চুনকালি দিল মিছে
ঘুম চোখ নিয়ে তাই
খিদে পেটে শুতে গেল
খোলা আকাশের নীচে ৷

ভুত রাজা ব’লে গেল
‘তোরা বড় ভাল ছেলে’
তিন বর দিয়ে যাই ৷
বর তিন নিয়ে তোরা
বর্বর লোকেদের খুব ভালবাসবি
গান দিয়ে, তাল দিয়ে
সবাইকে নিয়ে তোরা
ভাল পথে চলবি ৷

এই বর পেয়ে তারা
কত মজা করল,
যুদ্ধের মাঠে তাই
গান, সুর, তাল নিয়ে
মারামারি থামল !
ওদের বরের গুণে
মন্ডা মিঠাই এনে
মিষ্টির বৃষ্টিতে
রাগিপেট ভরল ৷

বাঙালির মানি মন
মানিকের পর্দায়
এ হেন মেজিকে যেন
মন প্রাণ ভ’রে যায় ৷
ভাবি তাই এইবার
পর্দাটা তুলে যদি
গুপি বাঘা আসত,
যুদ্ধরা বোকা ব’নে
গানে, সুরে ভাসত ৷

চালাকির চালে আর
বিশ্ব ত চলেনা,
চল নারে বোকা হ’য়ে
এইটুকু বুঝে নেই
গুপি, বাঘা গেছে কই ?
নয় তারা ফেলনা
টুপি প’ড়ে গাধা চ’ড়ে
আমাদের সব্বার
বোকাছেলে দুটকেই
খুঁজে আনা দরকার ৷

মার সাথে ঘরে আয়
বেশীদিন নেই আর
প্রার্থনা করি মোরা
তালে, গানে, সুরে, তোরা
ভোরে ফেল দেশটা ৷
পূজোর ভোরেতে হবে
গুপি বাঘা হতভাগা
তোদেরই মনের মত
সরল, সুরেলা কাজ
শিখবার চেষ্টা ৷

Gupi and Bagha are two famous characters of the gupi-bagha series created by Satyajit Ray's grand-father Upendra Kishore in his novel Gupi Gayen Bagha Bayen. This was made into a series of film by Ray. According to the story, Gupi and Bagha are two good-for-nothings who were thrown out of their respective villages on a donkey. Punished because of their extreme bad performance in singing and in playing the drum. In the forest, they come in contact with each other. That night, they starved to sleep. In their dreams, they met the king of ghost with his troop, who gave them three boons. 1) They can sing (Gupi) and can play the drum (Bagha) without ever going out of tune, and the audience would go numb (stabdha) during their performance, 2) They can eat and wear anything, 3) They can go anywhere. All they needed to do was clap, but the condition was that one hand should be Gupi's and the other Bagha's (what interdependence!).
The king of ghost said he was giving them those boons because they were essentially good human beings. From then on, their life changed. They did many good things wherever they went. They were able to stop the war between two kings, who were twins but were separated from each other because they became victims of a ploy. Gupi and Bagha had stopped the war by raining sweets (monda mithai) right in the middle of the war. The soldiers, who were starving, ate to their hearts' content and became friends.
With this as the background, the poem imagines Gupi Bagha to appear as real characters, jump from the screen and come during this puja and transform the world. The poem asks for their forgiveness for having banished them because it feels that fools like them are now needed more than the so-called intelligent people. I am sorry I wasn't able to translate it. However, I am trying...the moment something sensible comes, will post.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Journey



I am in my prison, 
Cheated with reason, 
Bound by my thoughts, 
Clouded by thwarts. 
  
My body is amongst 
A myriad of seconds, 
Aping past moments, 
My soul is in angst. 
  
Off with the ism 
In me I see lights 
Raining delights 
Breaking free through the prism.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Question



Who has more power?
The one who takes or the one who gives has supports to shower
Who loves more?
The one who leaves or the one who lives the stage despite poor score
Who has more peace?
The one who talks of it or the one whose power to love
Has no condition to please?
Who is happier today?
The one who has more or the one who is at ease
Come what may.

In all the things we are looking in a person in this debate
Is perhaps the one who loves to love and hates to hate.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Outsider




We are so outside 
Looks, caste, gains on the whole 
While meaning escapes from the narrow hole 
What we have, how we feast 
Our own outsiders to say the least. 

Words



Words are us, not words alone 
The shades that shape the games they play 
Images print in the mind forlorn 
Garland or chain us every day. 

Words destroy, they also heal 
They are out to hit and harm 
Worlds we tend to so conceal 
Through words from us can also charm. 

Being



Yes I am breathing 
Yet always in my then 
Is it what's living 
Am I really sane? 

People and objects 
When they're all with me, 
My sleeping mind all rejects 
Until the time they flee! 

Days became months so fast and months became years 
My body is all so heavy now still the heart in tears 
If only I could leave aside, my then behind me 
I could breathe and live my now, I could just here be! 

A game winsome



Together we plan 
Together we can. 
To make us complete 
Let's not compete. 

Let's all dance and play 
See our sorrows disappear. 
Let's share and stay 
From far and near. 

Thank the world so kind 
Say, 'Thanks a ton'! 
It's all in the mind 
To win as one . 

Promise



I am here to mend, not end 
I am here to defend, not offend. 

I am here to work you see 
Only at my pace, 
Time means little to me 
What matters is my space. 

Don't believe in facts though 
I believe in bond 
Not here to react so 
Here to just respond. 

Hear me clear, I am here just to give and lend 
Safe and sound you see, 
Out of race, out of trend 
At peace and ease with me.

O sense



Sense O sense, you tire me 
As i so run out of breath 
If ever I'd have you free 
Will hang you until death. 

Ah noh! No, no...no, no 
Like you I don't kill and slay 
This is just to let you know 
Will never come your way.  

Laughing gun


This scientist you see 
Almost got a Nobel Prize 
She invented a laughing gun for free 
Took everyone by surprise... 
  
Carrying, she claims if you shoot the gun 
Everyone will laugh, love and only have fun 
She asks us to try, in neighbouring countries of the world, 
She is sure the gun, with an angry mob, would work. 
  
It has to be first approved by all clever men 
What a silly gun this is, before our wit and acumen! 
Counter-attacked the wise, try it must we should 
Let us see her craft if it’s of any good. 
If so much was invested inventing tear gun 
That had over the years, made people flee and cry. 
Why don’t we give this d*mn just a little try? 
Okayed was it for some willy-nilly fun. 
  
There’s running there a bitter angry mob 
She shot just once, that crafty little knob. 
Grounded and stunned to see what they saw 
It turned into a stage with everyone in awe! 
Their anger ran away they were laughing all in one 
The silenced audience saw the drama with the gun. 
All were shaking hands, the mob and the cop 
Happy were they all from the bottom to the top. 
  
Days passed. The lab where she invented the gun? 
No trace. No mark. All over, all were done. 
She was tried in court as the story goes. Fled and went on the run. 
Her tears kept rolling on and on, without a tear gun. 
  
Hush! She’s now not alone, is with her little child 
Trying laugh guns in the wind; are out in the wild.