Osonglogno

Kaal Raat e tumi khobor nile...

Raat, tumi aar khobor mile...bhorle nile...

ki hoy jodi sopno tomar

chho mere jay sonkhochile...

Britya

din ,raat, saishab ,koishore ,bardhyakya...
sudhu ek britya jeno , ghure phire ashe
phele asha kabita ,hashi, prem , abhimaan---
harai na kichu,
sudhu oi britter kono ek baanke abar dekha hoi.


Tabu shob eki ki thake ? Chena mukh tabu jeno chena noi.
harai na kichu ?naki shobi hariye jai...
kabitar khatata hoito abar khuje paoa jai, kintu ashtadasher mon ?
jibon sudhu ek britya ......kimba britya noi.

Dukkho Bilaash

aakaash jure megh jomeche
megh jomeche mone,
thomke ache ashrudhara kaajol chokher kone,
mankharaper khata khule hisheb nikesh chole
kon chaoata hoi ni paoa,ke dekheni phire,
smritir paakdandi beye koto chobi ashe bheshe,
dhushor belaar mon kemone sangi hobe bole.
khelar sathi jedin tumi aar ashoni phire,
pratham premer pratisruti jedin gecho bhule,
shei na paoar dukhkho joto porche aaj mone,
shesh hoye shesh holo na jaa, jantrana tar jonne.
alosh belai ekla kone mon boshe na kaaje
micche dukher chaador gaye dukhko bilash khoje....

Sattarer Prem

Chamra ta jhule poreche, chokher pashe bigoto panchash bochorer sukh dukhkher gobhir rekha

kichuta gholate hoye jaoa chokhe ekhono ami porte pari premer bhasha

Dingulo naki bodle geche, basanta poth hariyeche shiter kuashai

kintu tomar upashthir aanche ekhono shabuj patar chhaya aamar janalai

Ekhono jokhon sansarer hata khunti ... balish toshok ...feriwalar sathe dar daam sheshe

chayer cup ta hathe eshe bosho amar pashe sandhyebelai ,

saradiner byatha bedona ,sansarer naalisher majhe kono ek muhurte ami ekhush tumi paa rakho aatheroi

Gabhir raate aajkaal ghum ashe na bhalo, nanan byadhir bhare sapno gulo ektu khani phike

hathath kono ajana bhoye kaan paati .....shaash porche to??achcho to ekhono paashe?

Kintu jokhon tumi aalto haat rakho aamar mathai , ghoboir kono bhorsahi , kono ek ashim shantite ar ashwashe ghum name aamar chokhe...

Muragacha --- The forgotten glory of Mukherjee Family

Bibhuti Bhushan's Apu had left his native vilage to come to Kolkata in search of job and prosperity. The story is perhaps the same for many old bengali families who with the breakdown of the zamindar system had drifted to the crowded city , looking for money, fame and glory. Even though initially they went back once a year or twice to visit their kins with time the link has got broken.The old ancestral houses with their old customs and annual durga pujas have become a distant faded memory to their city based successors. Many have been sold and replaced with new buildings or have been left in a delipidated condition unsaleable due to a maze of property rules and shariki ain .The Mukherjee family of Muragacha was no exception . I have been hearing the stories of baro diwan and choto diwan's families and their ancestal temple and annual durga puja from my inlaws. Somehow the stories had a fairy tale like quality and i would wonder how the old diwan bari might have looked intrigued by their gloty and history. Unfortunately life has never given me an oppotunity to visit Muragacha. This year the Muragacha Diwanbari is finally getting sold ,repair being too much of a burden to the very old near centurion last member of the family who till now had been living in the old ancestral house. This being the last chance to visit the property my inlaws had gone down to visit the annual durgapuja at the ancestral house of Muragacha. I am publishing some of the pictures taken by them of the Muragacha Mukherjee bari and its DurgaPuja. The DurgaPuja will be still continued as i hear by the gentleman who has bought the property.I don't know if i will have the opportunity to go on my pilgrimage to Muragacha and so i am paying my tribute to the roots of Mukherjee family through these pictures hoping to preserve this memory for the future generations.

Pictures taken from Moumi's album

Singha Duar--The Main Gate




















The Ancestral House

The Old House

Annapurna Mandir
















Mukherjee Barir Durga Pujo

Grihadebataa --The Family God

Rash Mandir

Kali Mandir

Shib Mandir

Dashami

onek alo , onek hashi , natun jama pora
adda deoa, chorkibaji ,shorshe paye ghora
emni kore charte din kemon e gelo kete
dashamir bidai bashi uthlo abar beje
Sindur khela , debi boron, shob hoyeche shara
mayer chokhe jal chik chik , aamar chokh o bhara
maa go abar ashish phire , byakul mon bole
sara bochor thakbo boshe tor ashar tore
bochor bhorer dukhko byatha maan ar abhimaan
bhule giye shokol kaalo korbo aaloi snan....

Bandhya e shomoi

Diner pore din chole jai srishtir ashai
dhushor chokhe laal kaalo shob ek hoye jai
natun kichu gorar ashai khure choli nijeke
dirgghoshasher rukhkho bayu boy ushar buker balukai

Ami brishtir ashai boshe thaki
khuje choli shei amriter falgudhara
kaan pete shunte chesta kori natun praaner spandan
aro ekta din , aro ekta raat....aro kichu opekhkha
bedonaar saagor tire boro bandhya e shomoi