Kishorilal is dead. Kishorilal, you know? Arre, the bus driver you meet often while going to office? Yes, yes, the one wearing the thick grandpa glasses, the one with the white hair. Yes, the skinny Kishorilal. Your common, average, everday transport worker.
Why'd he die? Well, it's all in the news, don'tcha know? Basically, he wasn't getting paid. He hadn't received his pay for the last 5 months. So, because he wasn't being able to feed his wife and 3 kids, hence he committed suicide.
Chhya, is that even a reason to die voluntarily, apni'i bolun?
"Arre bhai, life is but a gift of God, ta ki erom baaje bhabe noshto korte hoy, tai na? Khawate pareni, tar jonne suiside korlo? Gandu naki? Arre, edeshe to koto hajaro lok'e khete payna re bhai, nahoy aro 6ta mukh tate add hoto. Tai bole more gelo?"
Who gives a fuck if they aren't paid? Who gives a fuck if there is no breakfast for them, unlike you? WHO gives a FUCK if the state stops providing subsidies in the transport sector? The only time, when we DO give a fuck, is when there's a transport strike. Ki je hochhe ei rajjotar, khali bondh ar bondh.
"Amra to bhai modhhobitto, amader bus dorkar, amader auto dorkar, amader riksha dorkar, amader taxi dorkar. Ar tai amader driver, conductor, eigulo dorkar. Ki elogelo maal gulo manush ki na ta jene? Eder kaaj to amader bohon kora, ek jayga theke arek jaygay joldi, jam katiye, kannik mere, race kore, pouchhe dewa. Tarpor byas, na tumi amar, na ami tomar. Poysa diye bus'e chorchhi maane pentul khule hawa khabo, ar ekebaare stoppage'e nambo. And then, vanish into thin air, these 'people' will. Bujhle bhaya, nehat desh'ta India, oi Japan-tapan hole dekhte, kobe purota kei robot baniye dito. Ta unnoyon hobe ki kore, shob to rajniti'te chheye gechhe. Kissu hobe na, edesh'er."
"Ta, morechhe je, thik kibhabe morechhe jano?"
He hanged himself. Gola'e dori.
"Chhyachhya! Eta abar mora holo? Chhotolok manush, moreo era chhotolok'er motoi. Morteo shekheni era."
Don't worry Biswasda, Biggyan has proved that ghosts do not exist. So he won't be bothering you. None of them will.
"Jak, bnachale bhaya. Ashole, din'er sheshe manush to, arekta lok morle kirom jeno kore othe gaa'ta. Amra boddo beshi bhoot byapartay bhoi pai. Modhhobitto sentiments, bojhoi to. Egulo amader vices, bujhle to? Untill and unless we are rid of these, Bangali jibon'e boro hote parbe na."
"Ta bhai, ekta kotha shuni, kara shob jeno bole, that the blood of all these deaths, are in our hands? We are the guilty folks? Amader ki dosh boloto? Amra lok'tar mrittu'r jonne dayi, naki lok'ta nije? Amra ki oke bolechhilam na kheye thakte, naki amrai oke jhule porte shahosh diyechhi? He is the one who decided that the rope is the way out, why blame US here? We are not the one who are guilty here. Tai na? Phole amra keno or rokto gaa'e makhbo?"
Oshob kothay kaan deben na, ogulo opoprochar. Keu jokhon gola'e dori diye jhule pore, ami joddur jani, rokto khub ekta beroy na. Jeta beroy, sheta hochhe gu, ar muut. So, if you do have any form of liquid on your hands, on your face, on your body, on your conscience, it is but the shit and piss of all these Kishorilals. Egulo makhun gaa'e matha'e, dekhben, chamra bhalo hobe, aro mota hobe, chul'er ghonotto aro barbe, matha'tao besh dheke jaabe shundor chul'e, bairer kichhui ar shekhane thnai nite parbe na. Makhun, makhun, bhalo kore makhun. Bhebe nin eta shei hajaro pretatta'r ashirbaad, jader mrittu'r jonne apnader keui kokkhono dayi korbe na. Apnara bhalo thakun, bneche borte thakun, bou bachcha niye doodh'e bhaat'e thakun, taholei era khushi. Bhalo thakun, Biswasda, bhalo thakun.
"Chhyah, ki je bolo tomra, ajkalkar chhelechhokra'der motigoti kichhui bujhi na. Hobe na, hobe na, kissu hobe na. Tomader kissu hobe."
Haan, amader kichhui hobe na.
Why'd he die? Well, it's all in the news, don'tcha know? Basically, he wasn't getting paid. He hadn't received his pay for the last 5 months. So, because he wasn't being able to feed his wife and 3 kids, hence he committed suicide.
Chhya, is that even a reason to die voluntarily, apni'i bolun?
"Arre bhai, life is but a gift of God, ta ki erom baaje bhabe noshto korte hoy, tai na? Khawate pareni, tar jonne suiside korlo? Gandu naki? Arre, edeshe to koto hajaro lok'e khete payna re bhai, nahoy aro 6ta mukh tate add hoto. Tai bole more gelo?"
Who gives a fuck if they aren't paid? Who gives a fuck if there is no breakfast for them, unlike you? WHO gives a FUCK if the state stops providing subsidies in the transport sector? The only time, when we DO give a fuck, is when there's a transport strike. Ki je hochhe ei rajjotar, khali bondh ar bondh.
"Amra to bhai modhhobitto, amader bus dorkar, amader auto dorkar, amader riksha dorkar, amader taxi dorkar. Ar tai amader driver, conductor, eigulo dorkar. Ki elogelo maal gulo manush ki na ta jene? Eder kaaj to amader bohon kora, ek jayga theke arek jaygay joldi, jam katiye, kannik mere, race kore, pouchhe dewa. Tarpor byas, na tumi amar, na ami tomar. Poysa diye bus'e chorchhi maane pentul khule hawa khabo, ar ekebaare stoppage'e nambo. And then, vanish into thin air, these 'people' will. Bujhle bhaya, nehat desh'ta India, oi Japan-tapan hole dekhte, kobe purota kei robot baniye dito. Ta unnoyon hobe ki kore, shob to rajniti'te chheye gechhe. Kissu hobe na, edesh'er."
"Ta, morechhe je, thik kibhabe morechhe jano?"
He hanged himself. Gola'e dori.
"Chhyachhya! Eta abar mora holo? Chhotolok manush, moreo era chhotolok'er motoi. Morteo shekheni era."
Don't worry Biswasda, Biggyan has proved that ghosts do not exist. So he won't be bothering you. None of them will.
"Jak, bnachale bhaya. Ashole, din'er sheshe manush to, arekta lok morle kirom jeno kore othe gaa'ta. Amra boddo beshi bhoot byapartay bhoi pai. Modhhobitto sentiments, bojhoi to. Egulo amader vices, bujhle to? Untill and unless we are rid of these, Bangali jibon'e boro hote parbe na."
"Ta bhai, ekta kotha shuni, kara shob jeno bole, that the blood of all these deaths, are in our hands? We are the guilty folks? Amader ki dosh boloto? Amra lok'tar mrittu'r jonne dayi, naki lok'ta nije? Amra ki oke bolechhilam na kheye thakte, naki amrai oke jhule porte shahosh diyechhi? He is the one who decided that the rope is the way out, why blame US here? We are not the one who are guilty here. Tai na? Phole amra keno or rokto gaa'e makhbo?"
Oshob kothay kaan deben na, ogulo opoprochar. Keu jokhon gola'e dori diye jhule pore, ami joddur jani, rokto khub ekta beroy na. Jeta beroy, sheta hochhe gu, ar muut. So, if you do have any form of liquid on your hands, on your face, on your body, on your conscience, it is but the shit and piss of all these Kishorilals. Egulo makhun gaa'e matha'e, dekhben, chamra bhalo hobe, aro mota hobe, chul'er ghonotto aro barbe, matha'tao besh dheke jaabe shundor chul'e, bairer kichhui ar shekhane thnai nite parbe na. Makhun, makhun, bhalo kore makhun. Bhebe nin eta shei hajaro pretatta'r ashirbaad, jader mrittu'r jonne apnader keui kokkhono dayi korbe na. Apnara bhalo thakun, bneche borte thakun, bou bachcha niye doodh'e bhaat'e thakun, taholei era khushi. Bhalo thakun, Biswasda, bhalo thakun.
"Chhyah, ki je bolo tomra, ajkalkar chhelechhokra'der motigoti kichhui bujhi na. Hobe na, hobe na, kissu hobe na. Tomader kissu hobe."
Haan, amader kichhui hobe na.
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