Murmur in the Woods, sometimes, it seems you are more distant... ,Sunil Gangopadhyay immerses into blue
There was a pink and golden
billow of frothy clouds above the sky waiting to disappear under the shadow of Darkness.
A crash of sorrow broke down in thunder over her head. Lights were humming out
into the dark and her lips parted like a dead woman as though there were struggling
upon them than a wisp of startled air. They made no sound. Yet there was sound,
sound of pain, sound - whingeing threads of breadths. Neera began to cry, tears coursed down her cheeks, her mind would
never romp again, why, there is still one more line to be written …
Sunil
Gangopadhyay , Nil
Lohit(blue Blood), is too far away from us , leaving well over
200 books. Such a prolific writer, whose works delighted the Bengali readers
over the decades, Nikilesh , Neera remains in Bengali hearts not just as characters
but they took further steps to embark upon into the world of reality and transcends
past to the realm of imagination.
But it was not Neera and not Nikilesh
which took my breath away in the time of my childhood, those days were filled with
the adventure of Santu - a little boy like me, the witty fella who loved to
fall in an adventure by chance and used to get out along with the might of Kakababu (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kakababu).
He was just like many other boys of my age at that time and wants to do
everything that a boy of that age wants to do. And then there was this Man at
his side Kakababu (Uncle) who lost one
of his legs in a jeep accident, but never lost the courage and spirit of life. He
was knowledgeable, adventurous and legendary. I started reading those frictions
first time with ‘Jongolgorer Chaabi’
which was coming out in sequence in Monthly Anandamela . By
that time I have already read Feluda(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feluda),
Professor Shonku (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Professor_Shonku)
, Gogol(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samaresh_Basu#Gogol_Amonibas),
Enid
Blytons Famous Five(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Famous_Five_(series)),
The Seccret Seven (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Secret_Seven)
and end number of Comics (Indrajal,DC, Marvel)
But Jongolgorer Chaabi dragged me to its arena and then there was no stopping.
I immediately gulp down Sobuj Diper Raja
. I remember how anxiously I had to wait for the next story to arrive. I was
blessed with his other novels published in Saradiya
Anandamela Mishor Rohosyo, Nilmurti
Rohosyo, Nilmurti Rohosyo, Aagun Pakhir Rohosyo, Kakabau Banam Murtichor
(short story) ---- (Published in Sharodiya Kishor Bharoti) to name a
few.
That is how I
grow with, carrying his story at my side to touch Neera, Sudhu Kobitar Jonyo(Only
for the poetry), Hotat Neerar Jonyo, (for Neera) shudhu bhalobasar jonyo (For
Love). If Neera,
Nikhilesh paved my way to the roads of poetry, it was ‘Purbo Pochim’ (first published in Desh Potrika http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desh_(magazine))
which pushed me to the serious novels beside the Children’s friction.
‘Sei Somoy’ (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sei_Somoy),
‘Prothom Alo’ (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_Light_(Sunil_Ganguly))
are falls into the genera of Historical Friction for which Hilary Mantel got an Bookers Prize , unfortunately for Sunil Ganguli born in Bengal, India
unarmed with high pitched marketing tricks and mind-heartfelt translation that
could have lead him to grab Bookers Prize or Pulitzers. Today when I read Haruki
Murakami, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Orhan Pahmuk, Mo Yan , I wonder how could Sunil
Ganguli too have felicitated with those awards. His novels, Aranyer Din Ratri,( Days and Nights in the Forest http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aranyer_Din_Ratri) , Pratidwandi (The Adversary http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pratidwandi) made into films by great Satyajit Ray. Moner Manush made into
film by Gautam Ghosh and Sabuj Dwiper
Raja. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sabuj_Dwiper_Raja)
By Tapan Sinha.
Neera glanced up and held out her hand, if anyone has ever sailed on vast
ocean, with no island to
see, and things are out of reach, under the crystal water sky, where none ever have
to say goodbye. Neera is there with him,
they won’t move, speak or breathe hour upon hour … words like silent raindrops fell, and echoed in
the wells of silence. “This hand has touched Neera's face, /could I use this hand to commit a sin,
ever again?/In the late evening glow/swathing the hanging balcony,/a 'daring' light had fallen on her face,/and like a telegram,/had instantly revealed Neera's grace!”
…
A breeze from
the alien shores/would one day, soon,/carry this lady away/as nimble and
graceful as a swan!/And the stairs would all give way/to the surge of a sudden
quake!
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