10 January 2016

Moriley Shob Hobey Maati...


This is an imaginary story about a boy who meets the girl of his dreams but sadly their love story does not blossom. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. 

Every year Rahul goes to the Baul Fakir Utsav held at the Shaktigarh ground near Jadavpur 8B. This festival is generally held on the first weekend of the year. Every year Rahul spends the first saturday evening and night there. This place becomes full of mostly young people. All the boys and girls related to the bangla band circuit can be seen there. One can also see the professional, amateurs and wannabe photographers there. These days any boy or girl who buys a DSLR, thinks of himself or herself as the next Raghu Rai. Rahul has noticed an interesting trend on Facebook. Nowadays all jobless boys are mostly freelance photographers and all jobless girls are mostly freelance models. 

However the Baul Fakir Utsav really attracts those people who are genuinely into this musical genre. These people seriously love not only this kind of music but also the lifestyle and the life philosophy of the Bauls and the Fakirs. These people also generally attend all the Baul Fakir Utsavs that happen throughout Bengal all over the year. They are mostly urban people but they have a different take on life and have removed themselves from the so called rat race. 

This year Rahul went there around 6 p.m. He bumped into many of his friends there. There were quite a few food stalls on the ground as well as some other Stalls too selling handicrafts and other knick knacks. Rahul started having a good adda with his friends over cups of hot coffee. The musical programme started around 7 p.m. One by one the Bauls and the Fakirs started to sing on the stage inside the huge tent. But Rahul stayed outside the tent chatting with his friends. They just listened to the songs on the loudspeakers.

Suddenly he spotted Amrita there. For the last six months he was in love with Amrita. He first saw her on Facebook and immediately fell truly, madly, deeply, savagely, helplessly and hopelessly in love with her. He sent her a friend request and liked all her pics. He also made her picture as his laptop and phone wallpaper. But sadly she did not accept his friend request. Rahul was very hurt. He felt like a cold dagger has been pierced right through his heart. He felt like committing suicide. Amrita was the girl of his dreams. He really wanted to marry her and settle down with her. He wanted her to be the mother of his future children. He wanted to grow old with her. He really loved her very much. The best thing he liked about her was her eyes. Her eyes had this mesmerizing effect. She had that kind of a faraway look in her eyes. As if she was listening to the beats of a distant drummer. Her eyes told Rahul that she did not belong in this materialistic world. She belonged to some other heavenly place where there was food, love and freedom for every man and woman and also for every other animal of the planet. 

Anyways Amrita was there with her group of friends. Rahul hesitated a bit but then realized that he just had to go over to her and talk to her otherwise he would regret it for the rest of his life. This was like a golden God-gifted opportunity. He thanked his lucky stars and his guardian angel and he confidently went in front of her and spoke to her. Here's how the conversation went :

Excuse me, Dr. Livingstone, I presume?


Are you Amrita?


Hi. I am Rahul. I have liked all your pics on Facebook. Its so nice to meet you finally in real life. 

Oh Yes! Your name keeps on popping up in my notifications area. 

I had sent you a friend request but you rejected it. 

Hmmmm. I only accept friend requests from people whom I know in real life. 

Ok. Well, there is a saying that strangers are friends whom you have not met yet. 

Well, I get hundreds of friend requests daily. Its not possible for me to accept all of them. 

Hmmmmm... Ok... So you come to this Baul Fakir Utsav every year?


But I never saw you here before. Anyways I think that you should act in bangla serials and films. You are so beautiful. 

Well, acting is not my cup of tea. I love the job which I have. 

Ok. Well, now that we have accidentally met in real life, will you send me a friend request on Facebook?

I will think about it. 

I really like all your pics. You are really unique and very different from the other girls. And I like all your posts too. You are very politically conscious and socially aware. You are not like those selfi-holic bimbos. 

Ha Ha Ha...

And I also like your sense of humour. Some of your posts are hilarious. 


And I like your taste in music. I know that you are a big fan of The Doors. I myself am a huge fan of Jim Morrison. And I love that pic of yours at The Jim Morrison Cafe in Kasol. 


By the way, are you on Whatsapp? May I please have your number. 

Well... Ummmmmm...

I will not call you and disturb you. Maybe we can just keep in touch through Whatsapp. 

Ok. I will give it to you later on Facebook. Anyways I have to go now. My friends are waiting. 

Ok. Bye. Take Care. 


Amrita walked towards her friends. Rahul went back inside the tent to listen to the songs of the Bauls and the Fakirs. After some time he came out and started roaming on the ground. He stayed there till dawn. He kept on thinking about Amrita throughout the night. He realized that the love which he had for her in his eyes, he didn't see an ounce of it in her beautiful eyes. He knew that Amrita was not going to send him a friend request on Facebook. Maybe she was going to block him. Maybe she has a boyfriend. Maybe she was already engaged to someone else. Rahul felt a deep previously unknown pain in his chest. He kept on smoking cigarettes. Most of his friends were having marijuana. He wanted to dope too but then did not also want to interact with his friends. He just wanted to walk alone. The night was very cold. He kept on thinking about Amrita. He looked at her picture on his phone wallpaper. He realized that he should not force things to happen in his favour. If something is meant to happen then it will definitely happen, come what may. And if something is not meant to happen then it is not going to happen, no matter what. Life is meaningless anyways. One day we will all die and we all will turn into dust.   

From inside the tent, a Baul started singing : 

Sohoj Manush 
Bhojey Dekhnarey Mon
Dibbyo Gyaaney

Pabirey Omullyo Nidhi 

Bhojo Manusher Choron Duti
Nityo Bostu Hobey Khaati
Moriley Shob Hobey Maati
Toraay Ei Bhed Lao Jeney

Shuni Moley Pabo Behestokhana
Ta Shuney Toh Mon Maaney Naa
Bakir Lobhey Nogod Paona
Ke Chharey Ei Bhuboney

Salatul Merajoon Momenina
Jaantey Hoy Naamajer Bena
Bishshashi-der Dekha Shuna
Lalon Koy Ei Bhuboney

Sohoj Manush 
Bhojey Dekhnarey Mon
Dibbyo Gyaaney...


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