long long day, go away

I am going to finish the longest day of my life, it lasted for almost 36 hours. It was big wastage of time , energy and wealth. Well as you know from the last blog that I bought two packs of ciagrette last night and a pack of condom, morning I bought 1 pack. So 12 euros for cigarette in one day . Chhi, chhi, dhikkar hai tumpe. Then prepared the lecture notes for todays lecture and met my superviser, who told me to talk about some other topic today afternoon. I just had 2 hours, I did some chutiyapa to costruct all the things of that topic. That jackass always pushes me to the extreme limit. As I was searching for the infos for the rescheduled topic of my lecture in the backyard of the maths building , I found two old poems scribbled somewhere on my notebook. I didn't have the idea that I wrote them. Then I discovered few other scribbled here and there in my notebook. I remember that I developed this habit of scribbling poems on my mathsnote book from CMI. I used to attend lectures properly there. After lunch lectures used to be very boring and that time I was the only one reading them once in a while and changing the structures. All this thoughts came in my mind when I was preparing my lecture notes. Oh, again I felt that examination pressure kind of thing. It is so bad, it kills me. So I was lost in my memories for the rest of the time. When i started lecturing, I didn't feel that there were anyone in the room. I don't even remember what I said. When I was halfway through my lecture one song came in my mind. It was one night in bappas room in kolkata. I was back after the ENS research project drama, preparing to go back to paris again. I wanted to enjoy the summer with my friends as much as possible. So most of the nights I used to sleep in bappas place or joydebs place. We did many things that summer , went to a jyotishi threegether, went to watch the most famous supu dar band nitroengine in art college, attended the camps of breathrough science society in calm villages, went for long run in the morning, smoked like never before, went to many college fests , specially those with fossils.
Anyway that was the time when I saw this ganjawala in my locality. His name is Topa. The great Topa was Naxal in his time, then police picked him , gave him 3 rd fourth fifth degree, he lost his one arm and one leg, his wife ran away with someone else, as a award for dedicated social work he didn't get any job, though he was educated. So he started selling ganja. The whole story is still unknown, this is the bits and pieces which one can extract once in a while from Topa babajibon after lot of maska marowing. I felt nice in his company, I liked his attitude towards life. As if he is vefy angry with eveyone and doesn't want to identify himself with that dirty society. So the whole prelude was for this one song, what a wastage of netspace. One night, it was hot and very humid, bappas parents were sleeping in the other room. We were there, three of us, Laal Bappa and me. I was really pissed off that day, that night I had to stay with my friends just to be alive. We had some joint, Laal was telling us a story of a friend who once smoked ganja in bong and kept his forehead over the bong and burned his forehead. When he ended this story I started singing, the song was: kopalpora , ganja khete khete kopal pora, in R & B style. It went on for ages, then there was the fire of the fag on my stomach, it was burning my stomach, but I didn't have any sensation, I just kept singing for ages. Everyone in the room laughed for hours and that incident became one of the major entertainment for the future. I am really sure that even the kids of Bappa and Laal will one day pull my leg for that incident.
Now comes the two poems. I can't translate them
1.
Amar snajh shokale ki j chai ?
bhulei jai, tomar gondho ?
pratohrashe .. komorbondho ..chepe, monkharap
dhakboi, tobu shorir bhole na
tomar gondho ? sporsho korle shedin jai
amio nyada, thanda lagai mogoje.
thanda kori gorom khun, katay melai tatar noon,
sulfuric acid.
bhalobashar bashi kotha, purushpurush bhab,
tomar sporsher obhab r
kamonake marbo aaji darshonik tyotte,
ai prodhan shorte raji holey-e, bneche thakar
shukhe thakar,
niyom mene jibon japon
apon bapon hostothapon
apon bapon hostothapon.


2.
Shesh cheshta, shesh smritituku thak,
smriti howe jak
amar golpo.
ekpare smriti dake ay ay,
jibone lagai nerolac,
kimba gobor diye nikoi uthon.
roj robbar machh ashbe polybag-a,
rod jagbe bichhanay pash fire, ghader upor
alto kamde.
janlar chokh khule chokchoke rod,
smritir badami gale debe close up chumu.
thnot ta shudhu amar,
batil amar saat shagor r tero nodir paar,
batil shob juddher bajar.
jai morete ekdin shai smriti eshe chhulo haat,
shai mortar, shai smritituku thak.