(1)
With a lingering smile on my lips, i said, "tomar naam ki?"
"sr***shi," she answered bak with a smile, "tor-o to south point nischoy?"
"hmm", i nodded.
"katha shunei andaj korechlam! ta, ragging kirom laglo?"
"bhaloi," i smiled bak again. "besh enjoy korechi......tobe oi je lomba dada-ta....sajibda na ki naam-"
"ha, or theke ektu sabdhan. he s known 2 cross limits at tyms!"
"ha.....he rags really well......if i may put it lyk dat! achha, tomar e-mail address achhe to?"
"ha," she gav me her mail-address. i gave her mine." ami tomay aji mail korbo.reply koro"
"sure."
"asi ekhn. tata"
"byeee!"
that was our 1st conversation. she was in 2nd yr. twas the 1st day of my colg-lyf.
(2)
"ki byapr baloto? ajkal amar sathe katha balo na keno?"
She was walkin fast....tryin to avoid me. "koi? serom kichui na to!"...her voice was plain.....suspiciously plain.
i had to walk fast to keep pace wid her."na, ami jani.....tumi amr opore rege achho.but why?"
"eta tor bhul dharona. ami tor opor rege nei. ar hotat tor opor ragte jaboi ba keno?"
"setai to amr obaak lagche. amr kono bondhu tomr sathe abhadrota korle tar jonye tumi amr opor rege thakbe keno?"
"tora keui kichu baaje koris ni. toder karo oporei ami rege nei"
"m*n*di amay bollo je tomr naki dharona hoyeche, je ami r d***to mile eta korechi. eta sampurno bhul. ami oke onek baron korechlam, o-"
"ami to bolchi it dus nt matter. ami tor opr rege nei!"
"ami je tomay birthday card pathiyechlam, seta to khuleo dakho ni. it's been 6 dayz"
"o...pathiyechis jakhn, achhe hoyto. kheyal kori ni"
she was wearin a mask all the tym, a mask of indifference, a mask of sheer apathy..... i knew that too well..... & lemme say dat generally i hate any form of naggin....but dat was precisely what i was doin at the moment.... twas embarrassin, humiliatin....but that had seemed 2 be the only way out to restore things bak to normal.
but as i say, i was nt used 2 naggin.....mayb a li'l more of naggin wd hav done the job...or mayb it wd hav had the similar result .....nevertheless, it never occurred.....i burst out.
"tai naki?.....kheyal karo ni?......ta, kodin aage porjonto to ami je kono akta trivial mail pathalei sedini tar reply dite.....amr sathe otokkhon dhore chat korte .....er modhye hotat emon busy hoye porle je ami birthday wish kore greetin-card pathalam....seta khuleo dakhar tym pele na?"
she was nt really ready for that outburst, i think. for a moment i guess i saw dat she was rathr taken aback. but the next moment she retorted.
"ta, tor erom dharona holo keno je tor pathano e-card amr chokhe porbei porbe?junior bole 2to bhalo katha bolechi....taate nijeke ki bhabte suru korechs ke jaane!!....tor ki mone hoy tui amr kachhe etotai important je ami nawa-khawa chhere dinrat tor e-mail-r opekkhay boshe thaaki?"
now it was my turn 2 b surprised. frankly i nevr xpected this kinna answer. in fact i felt a sense of relief, a tinge of satisfaction deep within me. i was sure that my instincts were nt wrong. there was smthin she had for me. what it was i dunno. but surely no 21-yr old colg-girl wd speak 2 a junior lyk dat if she genuinely wanted 2 avoid the guy.
but on the outer side, i was feelin a sense of chagrin. that i shall have 2 talk to a gal lyk this & get thos kinna replies, was beyond my worst nightmares. i turned red. "serom daabi to ami kori ni, but ekhn tomr katha shune to seromi mone hochhe!"
she was furious. "sekhetre be rest assured je tor dharona sampurno bhul!"
"amr ja bolar chhilo, bola hoye gachhe...goodbye".....we were standin at 8B-bus-stand....ther was jadavpur-airport mini makin its way toward us......i got in2 it. she remained standin there, her face on the outside givin nothin away for me 2 see. i do not know what was goin inside her. i shall nevr know.
dat was our last conversation. twas towards the end of my 1st yr in collg.
a sharp difference in less than 1 year, eh?......i dare say so.
She was walkin fast....tryin to avoid me. "koi? serom kichui na to!"...her voice was plain.....suspiciously plain.
i had to walk fast to keep pace wid her."na, ami jani.....tumi amr opore rege achho.but why?"
"eta tor bhul dharona. ami tor opor rege nei. ar hotat tor opor ragte jaboi ba keno?"
"setai to amr obaak lagche. amr kono bondhu tomr sathe abhadrota korle tar jonye tumi amr opor rege thakbe keno?"
"tora keui kichu baaje koris ni. toder karo oporei ami rege nei"
"m*n*di amay bollo je tomr naki dharona hoyeche, je ami r d***to mile eta korechi. eta sampurno bhul. ami oke onek baron korechlam, o-"
"ami to bolchi it dus nt matter. ami tor opr rege nei!"
"ami je tomay birthday card pathiyechlam, seta to khuleo dakho ni. it's been 6 dayz"
"o...pathiyechis jakhn, achhe hoyto. kheyal kori ni"
she was wearin a mask all the tym, a mask of indifference, a mask of sheer apathy..... i knew that too well..... & lemme say dat generally i hate any form of naggin....but dat was precisely what i was doin at the moment.... twas embarrassin, humiliatin....but that had seemed 2 be the only way out to restore things bak to normal.
but as i say, i was nt used 2 naggin.....mayb a li'l more of naggin wd hav done the job...or mayb it wd hav had the similar result .....nevertheless, it never occurred.....i burst out.
"tai naki?.....kheyal karo ni?......ta, kodin aage porjonto to ami je kono akta trivial mail pathalei sedini tar reply dite.....amr sathe otokkhon dhore chat korte .....er modhye hotat emon busy hoye porle je ami birthday wish kore greetin-card pathalam....seta khuleo dakhar tym pele na?"
she was nt really ready for that outburst, i think. for a moment i guess i saw dat she was rathr taken aback. but the next moment she retorted.
"ta, tor erom dharona holo keno je tor pathano e-card amr chokhe porbei porbe?junior bole 2to bhalo katha bolechi....taate nijeke ki bhabte suru korechs ke jaane!!....tor ki mone hoy tui amr kachhe etotai important je ami nawa-khawa chhere dinrat tor e-mail-r opekkhay boshe thaaki?"
now it was my turn 2 b surprised. frankly i nevr xpected this kinna answer. in fact i felt a sense of relief, a tinge of satisfaction deep within me. i was sure that my instincts were nt wrong. there was smthin she had for me. what it was i dunno. but surely no 21-yr old colg-girl wd speak 2 a junior lyk dat if she genuinely wanted 2 avoid the guy.
but on the outer side, i was feelin a sense of chagrin. that i shall have 2 talk to a gal lyk this & get thos kinna replies, was beyond my worst nightmares. i turned red. "serom daabi to ami kori ni, but ekhn tomr katha shune to seromi mone hochhe!"
she was furious. "sekhetre be rest assured je tor dharona sampurno bhul!"
"amr ja bolar chhilo, bola hoye gachhe...goodbye".....we were standin at 8B-bus-stand....ther was jadavpur-airport mini makin its way toward us......i got in2 it. she remained standin there, her face on the outside givin nothin away for me 2 see. i do not know what was goin inside her. i shall nevr know.
dat was our last conversation. twas towards the end of my 1st yr in collg.
a sharp difference in less than 1 year, eh?......i dare say so.
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