Zunayed Evan, The story of a personal conversation about Neha./new story

 Zunayed Evan, The story of a personal conversation about Neha.

One day Shihab decides that he will tell Hasan to commit suicide by holding the hand of the story which is a personal conversation. After that, day after day, there was a lot of discussion with Hasan about this. In this situation, one day an agreement is reached between them. Hassan agrees, saying he wants to write something around the world before he leaves. After finishing the letter, Hasan left the house to buy a rope to commit suicide. In the evening he returned with an aquarium. He will not commit suicide.

Shihab is simply a lonely man. Wake up at night. Transform illusion, delusion and hallucinations into fiction. Why is he telling his roommate to commit suicide?

What is the easiest way for Shihab to find a way to commit suicide without trying to get out of the effects of this incident or to put this incident on the list of insanity and say with a long sigh, 'It's too much or not'!

Shihab often sits with a pen and paper, dealing with different conflicts on three levels of thought. The first level of thought, why does he think Hassan should commit suicide? Since this decision is related to a person's survival, he thinks again.

At the second level, he has to think, how can he tempt Hasan to do such a thing? By talking extensively about the obligation of man to atone for nature, he wants to explain to Hasan,

He should give up.

Then go to the third level and think what is the easiest way to commit suicide! If a person dies while dreaming, does that dream stop?

Shihab does not want to make any mistake. She thinks again. Why does he think Hasan should commit suicide? If you want to break this curiosity, you have to come to the past.

If we go back a little, Shihab was walking from place to place like a poem of Nirendranath Chakraborty, wandering around Bharadupura. Suddenly I met Mr. Rafiq on the way.

Mr. Rafiq is an unexpected man to him. Age over fifty. He changes his eyesight from time to time while talking. This type of person is restless in nature, but Mr. Rafiq is quite stable. If you start to say something, you will go far beyond the context. The moment you think he has changed the subject, he returns to the subject.

Ordering strong liqueur tea, Mr. Rafiq said, “I have been looking for you for the last two months. I can't call. I went to Panthapath's house and heard that you have moved. ”

Shihab stared with a dry face. Those who can lie and those who can tell the truth by looking into the eyes, these two groups of people have no problem. Shihab is in the middle of the team. He cannot lie, nor can he tell the truth by looking into his eyes.

Socrates says that truthfulness is a sign of wisdom, while the Chinese philosopher Confucius says that it is more important to establish the truth than to search for it. In other words, if there is only true love, it should not be said openly. But Shihab can't say. He can't tell Mr. Rafiq, the writing is not progressing.

Mr. Rafiq is a publisher. He also gave some money in advance saying that a book of Shihab would be published. He said with a sip of tea, “Among the writers

Who is like this, writing does not come. Then you have to change the place. ” Shihab said, “I write all the time. Write page after page in one sitting

"Then why isn't the writing progressing?" Mr. Rafiq became anxious and waited for the answer to his question.

Shihab said, "I am writing all the time but the writing is not progressing."

Mr. Rafiq leaned forward and asked, "What is that?" “One day the character in my story came out of the house and stood at the crossroads. Four roads in front of him. He does not know where to go. The more inaccessible a destination is, the more difficult it is to go back. ”

Mr. Rafiq ordered the second round of tea and said, "You think the thing is quite complicated."

"What is a thousand?"

* You have to think about the destination before crossing the inaccessible path. ”

"What do you think he didn't think?"

"Then where is the problem?"

"The problem is, there's a time when he's on the road

The road seems wrong. "

"Then?"

"Find the right path."

Mr. Rafiq is listening quietly. Does he think Shihab is a scatterbrained person

Doing? Of course, Shihab has nothing to do with it. The truth is, he

Writing all the time but writing is not progressing.

At this stage of the discussion, a thought suddenly appeared in Shihab's head. Who will decide which path is right and which is wrong at the crossroads? The path is not born by itself. People make the path. Again people block the way.

A beautiful description of how the path is made of green grass in the vast field

Manik Banerjee said: Who tells everyone to step into a half-handed range? ”

Mr. Rafiq took out a picture from his mobile and showed the cover of the book. A winged bird with fire on its wings is trying to fly in the sky. A weary farmer crouched down and looked at the bird.

A couple of months ago I talked to Shihab about the cover. Shihab said, there is a fire in a deep forest. Hundreds of trees, animals burned to ashes. Inside, a fluttering bird is flying with fire on its wings. Wants to portray a picture like this, on the cover.

Mr. Rafiq said, “The bird should not go too far with fire on its wings. You said that a farmer was watching the bird in Udham village. Then the bird has to come to the locality. From the deep forest with fire on the wings

Is it possible to come this far? "Shihab said," The fun of fiction is here. You are here

Independent. You can do whatever you want. That's why I don't write non-fiction books. " Mr. Rafiq did not seem to be too concerned about fiction and non-fiction. Here a balance of nature is maintained. Nature is a big plan that makes many people do small things.

Shihab is a lonely man. People alone do not have any setbacks, that is not true. Love for life is the biggest setback. The French playwright Moliere thought that love of life was the strongest of all mental weaknesses.

Nahat

There is a tin shed in front of the house. When it rains, the tin shed leaks and water falls. A long time ago, Hasan was seen anxiously counting the drops of rain. Shihab was quite surprised and asked, “What are you doing? "I'm counting the raindrops." 99

"What will happen if the rain drops?" "Nothing will happen. Peace of mind. "

“What else do you do for peace of mind? Hassan didn't answer but started counting the raindrops. Raindrops are dripping from a tin shed into a plastic bucket. Shihab said, "I have difficulty understanding you."

"Because we are two different entities."

"And when we try to understand ourselves?" "You have to understand yourself, you have to create yourself." “Can people create themselves?

"Why not?"

"It's not just me who determines how I love, it determines who I love." Hassan said in a frightened voice, "I don't want anyone to control me

Let's do it. " Shihab laughs and says, “It is not possible. We have to revolt for this. "

"With whom?"

“First with yourself, then with everyone. It's easy to rebel against everyone, it just takes energy. It's hard to rebel against yourself, you have to know yourself. "

Suddenly Hasan threw away all the water in the bucket. Shihab said, "What are you doing?"

"I am doing wrong every time. I lost numbers somewhere. ” "Well, what color was Nitu's huge suitcase?" "Which suitcase?"

"The two of you got off the train at the wrong station. He had a huge suitcase in his hand. " "Why the color of a suitcase with so much?"

"When you said that, I could see the story right before my eyes. Rain wet platform. Dark railroad. The sound of Azan from the microphone of the nearby mosque. There are two people sitting. A huge suitcase. I see the whole picture in front of my eyes. Suddenly I thought, well, what is the color of the suitcase! ”

After a while, Shihab began to say, "The imagination of the writers is very strong. Imagine a man walking down the street. The writer wants to write the road. Then he looked at the street. The grass is gone. Any kind of sweet path or pitch-filled road?

This time the writer wanted to write the sky. Has the sky faded or is it cloudy?

He could look at her clothes. Walking after wearing a sari. He has no sandals on his feet. A dustbin in front of the street. Written on the side wall along the dustbin is ‘Don’t pee here, there’s a baby’s head sticking out of a shopping bag. She is blinking with small eyes, a woman wearing a sari is looking at him with absolute affection.

One can look at the man who is walking. What does his face look like, does he look worried? What is the cause for concern? If the writer wants to, he can get into a story because of that thought. ”

Hassan made a mistake in the calculation. He has to count very fast as the rain increases. He lost his temper and started saying, “We took the local train at 8 in the morning and then at Khulna Junction railway station. Nitu ran away from home that day. Was very tired at night. I took a CNG and drove him home. ”

"Why did Nitu run away from home?" "She was talking about marriage in one place. She doesn't like the boy. "" She doesn't like the boy, she said. " "Hmm, he said."

"Then?" Shihab said, "You must have borrowed the poet Shelley's book."

"It simply came to our notice then. I told the truth. I said, I came to see you. He let her sit inside. I was trying to understand why I came. He went inside and asked me to give him some tea. When his girlfriend brought tea, he introduced her to the stranger on the train.

I mean, he talked to his girlfriend before. I was sitting quietly. People are silent when there is nothing to talk about and when there is a lot of talk but he cannot speak. ”

Shihab asked, "Which party are you from?" "I am from the second team. I had a lot to say but I couldn't say. In the words of Rabindranath, to go more than not to go

"I came to work," he said. I will leave the day after tomorrow. How long will you stay? ”

"Then?"

Nitri shook his head and said, 'I don't know.' I wanted to know him for some strange reason. Why run away

Here it is, where will it go then ... what else. "

Shihab is silent.

Hassan began to say, "I was watching him closely. Wondering how to raise eyebrows, how to talk while talking. I said jokingly, you talk so intermittently, sometimes but because of that the meaning of the language changes.

Nitu was surprised to hear me say, 'What is that?' I laughed and said, It's true if you take a break, then if you say 'no story' then the meaning of the language changes. "

Shihab tries to understand Hasan. Disobedient to his inner desires, has he become a vessel of mercy or is he walking on a bright path? Sun to starve to death to not let the rain? Or like the protesting Bragos, pretending sleep was his biology.

Hasan began to say, "We lost our temper with the Khulna Chuijhal meat recipe and went to a coffee shop in Paris. Then we got tired of walking together in the alleys of the city and stood in front of the Eiffel Tower. I said, "At night, when millions of colored lights in the Eiffel Tower start to change color at once, how can life be successful without seeing the wonderful chemistry of light?"

Nitu Malin laughs and says, “Beauty is not in the Eiffel Tower, beauty is in the people

I think so. "

When it was noon he got up and went to the inner room. After some time he came and said, 'There is food on the table.

"It simply came to our notice then. Just as it is unusual for a stranger to arrive on a train one day without a reason, it is also unusual for him to be told that food has been served at the table without being asked.

Shihab wants to know, "Then?"

Hasan leaned against the wall of the bed and said, “Lunch on the table. Fried eggplant with potatoes and horn fish broth with glass. I sat down to eat and noticed that Nitu was not talking much. Aiming at his girlfriend, he said, "If it were not for this gentleman, what danger would there be in that day?"

I am also moving my face to protect the courtesy. Who is to say that a while ago this girl was walking with me in the alleys of Paris, tired and standing in front of the Eiffel Tower. As I was leaving, I picked up Shelley's book. Nitu said with the book, 'You don't have to return it.'

Disappointed, I crossed the Mahua tree in the yard and went out on the road. After two days I left Khulna and came back to Dhaka. Shortly after, I started reading Shelley's book.

"Why do births and deaths, dreams and fears come back so dark in the light of this world, why do people do that?

Love and hate, despair and hope? "

The office is running inside. My parents died when I was a child. I grew up in my uncle's house. Uncle Mejo had no children. Little by little, when I started growing up, I used to see Mama-Mami arguing.

Mami used to work in a private company. There's a colleague

Mama's idea that there is a relationship with Mama. Then one day Mami also admitted. What a time that was. Mejo Mama became paralyzed and fell into bed due to a sudden brain injury. The body or direction is completely useless. The family is borrowing money from him.

One day I woke up and heard that Mami had left. A few days later the divorce papers came. Later I found out that Mami was married to that gentleman.

At that time I was working from my uncle's house. The job was good too, I just got a promotion. One day he met Nitu on his way to Khulna for office work. Do you understand my story? "Shihab listens angrily to Hasan

Heartless

"One day, when I came back from the office with the poet Shelley's book in my hand, I thought, life is not too bad. For some strange reason, every moment spent with him seemed to repeat itself. "" Repeat moment? "

“Yes, the moment repeats itself. Working in the kitchen like this, suddenly a rain-soaked platform in front of my eyes floats in front of my eyes with all the living pictures around. Then the moment does not end here. From that morning until the train arrived at eight in the morning, all the moments that happened one after the other kept coming back to normal.

Then suppose I am standing in front of the mirror brushing my teeth or changing the channel for no reason with the remote. Suddenly another moment comes. Mahua tree in the backyard. As I stood at the door, I saw Nitu playing with a white cat. Surprised to see me, he asked, 'You!' These fantasies give rise to new trivial thoughts. Why did Nitu say with the book, do not have to return? What he doesn't want is me

Will say

Sometimes

Come to him for an excuse? ”

* How did you meet Nitu after that? ” Shihab asked. “I took leave from office and went to Khulna by train. The first day was spent at the hotel. I met Nitu the next day. As soon as I entered the gate, I saw Nitu standing in the yard. Suddenly anxious to see me.

Nitu's nature is like mine. The expression of the mind is not hidden, it sticks to the face. What a strange doubt in his gaze. I said, I have to come back to office work. Nitu said, why me? "