Saturday, May 27, 2006

A Little Singer !

It is a tradition in our locality to send some gifts in every season to the bridegroom`s house .. suppose if it is "grisho kal" [summer] then you have to send am, jam, kathal, lichu [i dont know the english of all fruits..:P i was so weak in "word book" back in school :(] anyway at "Borsha" [rainy] u have to send tal, chira, gur, muri and at winter you have to send pitha,puli, finni, payesh !!! so many occassions and so many formality of showing gratitude !

My mother is so much concerned about these formalities .. thts why she was planning to send some fruits to my "dulabhai" s house from the very beginning of this summer when the market was full of ripe mangoes. She bought 14kgs of mango, 10 jackfruits and some other fruits. She packed them with her own hand and asked me to bring them to the family. Her[my sister] father-in-law is Colonel, thats why the full family live in Dhaka Cantonment ! Far far away from my home.

I started with whole package of fruits on a cab. Reached the home .. they were astonished to see the amount of fruits !! okey .. i enjoyed the time .. after spending some nice time there .. I started again to my way of "vakua" to shahbagh.

[i think u r not getting anything ..coz the post heading is fully irrelevant to what i am writing.. anyway go ahead..]

At "Jahangir Gate" I rushed into a local bus. It started raining. At the first bench I found a little boy of nearly 10-12 age is sitting alone wearing a lungi and a torn shirt carrying a bag on his shoulder and no other seats are left for me to sit. I kept standing.. then the boy suddenly pulling my shirts softly ..I lookd at him .. he said "bosen ! " and he got up .. I told "na na thik ache" .. but he didn`t answer and he didn`t sit though .. he remianed standing.. I found it quite unususal and sat on the seat :)

Suddenly the boy put out a "khonjoni " from his bag .. and started making a nice (really very nice) sweet melody with his instrument .. everybody in bus became curious ... started whinning .. the boy was paying no attention to them !!

He continued his melody "chik chik chik chik chika chik chik chik chika .. "

Then one commented "oi beta gaan dhorosna ! he he he"

Just after that comment the boy started singing in a voice .. oh !! that was amazing .. everyone just became stunned for a moment .. his voice is sharp .. the tone is not matured enough but he has a good sense of music ..

He started shaking his head and with the melody of "chik chika chik chik" he was continuing

"Bonde maya lagaise piriti shikhaise !
oh bonde maya lagaise .. piriti shikhaise ...
deewana banaise bonde .. pagol korise ..
bonde maya lagaise .. "

After finishing the song not a single one was annoyed ... everybody asked him to start again .. He was not paying attention to others comments or gratitude .. he just stopped for a while and started in his wish .. a new song ..

At that time a thought came in my mind .. I saw this before .. i saw this boy before for sure .. and he was singing this very song "bonde maya lagaise .. " [!] anyways the amazing boy was started a new song -

"khayrun lowwww.. tor lomba mathar kesh .....
chirol dat er hashi diya pagol korli desh .............
khayrun lowwwwwwwwwwwww........................."

I forgot to get down in firmgate to the way to shahbagh ..Then we were at moghbazar chourasta.. the boy put the instrument back in his bag .. and looked straight to the people in the bus and started talking "bhai .. ami gorib ..poth e ghat e gan gaia kamai kori ..apnera ektu sahajjo korle .. khub bhalo hoi .. "

Do you know what happened next ? yes

each and everyone [including the contactor, driver and me ] on the bus gave him some money .. and i saw someone paying 5 taka ! everyone felt so pleasure hearing his song !! and the boy had an extraordinary personality .. that also attracted everyone ..

anyway i got down from bus at malibagh and i found the amazing boy was with me .. it started raining again .. i had a plan to go to a cyber cafe but the cafe is in a little bit distance from where I got down ..

We both took a place to hide from the poruing raindrops .. he was just beside me ..
I started talking "tomar nam ki ? "
the boy - "montu miah"
- "thako koi ? baba ma er sathe ?"
- "na choto bhai ar ami .. kamalapur "
- "gaan to bhala gao bhai .. khub bhala "
he said nothing ..
- "ekhon ki kamalapur jaiba?"
- "na choto bhai santinagar e oshudher dokane kam kore .. ore nia jamu "
- "raite koi khao"
he answered nothing
- "sara din e ki gaan gao?"
he just looked at me and smiled - for the first time
- "chalo khai tomar bhai kun dokane?amar khida lagse"
- "bhai dokanei khai"
-"taile cholo tumi ar ami khai"
he said nothing and I started walking. Montu miah followed me.
We entered a hotel and ordered for puri-cha.

Montu miah talks too little. All the time he was looking at the ground in the hotel. I asked him a lot of question. He answered a very few :D

After finishing the meal he looked at me and said "shukria bhaijan .. doa korben"
Now i said nothing :(

I got up and started walking .. and montu miah also got out with me from the hotel and started walking to his own way .. he didn`t look behind for a single time .. he was walking all the way looking to the ground .. and he was walking so swift ..

I went to the cafe with a pleasure in my mind .. and humming all the time

"khayrun loww.. tor lomba mathar kesh ....
chirol dat er hashi dia pagol korli desh .........
khayrun lowwwww..........................................."


At 2:01 PM, Blogger aragorn said...

i saw this singer once... and when he stopped his songs and got down from the bus, i wanted to follow him, so that i can hear some more...:D..

At 2:05 PM, Anonymous upoma said...

WwowW.... !!!

dat was rili nice n a bit touchy also :(

montu miah ekhon amar chokhe bhashchhe.. :)

At 11:34 AM, Anonymous abedin said...

so many hidden talents roaming around us..they lose their potential everyday n we let them do tht..not everyone is as lucky as Nolok babu..

At 4:08 PM, Blogger Rajputro said...

Might be the beginning of another close up 1

At 11:34 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

nolok wasn't worth what he was rewarded for... anyways... dipu bhaia ki ganer talim nite chachchilen or kache? ;)

nice story!

At 2:38 PM, Blogger dipu_1&only said...

@tareq: polata onek jore hate na ?
@upoma: kolponai montu miah re kemon dekhla?
@abedin: yeah koto soto sohosro proteebha hariye jai lokaloye bhirer majhe ... he he ...

@rajputro: this should be close up1-part 2
@auditY: ;) bujhla kemne ? :p
thank you all !

At 3:20 PM, Anonymous boro vhai said...

oi dipu ....ekdin mone asee ABABIL e ami r oleen silam ....then oi polata aisloo...most probably or mathar chul gula far i can recall...and a cute little boy.....

At 5:41 PM, Blogger Shakia said...

very kind of you :)

Umm, Sweden might be a rich country but still there are alot of beggers, most of them from the Baltic countries.. Anyway I remember these old couple, the man played the flute and the woman sang... still I can hear the tunes of the flute. It really did touch my heart

At 10:18 PM, Blogger Manzur said...

I wish I could hear the boy singing!

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