চতুশ্চত্বারিংশ অধ্যায়: হাসি কেবল স্থানান্তরিত হয়, কিন্তু কখনো হারিয়ে যায় না
qin liang er se rute poriborton holo.
“kharap hoyeche.”
“bhabini ei du zhong eto shighri chole ashbe.”
qin liang ghabriye gelo.
tobe khonikhon por, se jeno kichu bhablo, ebong drirho bhabe qin fan ke nirdesh diye bollo: “peyechi, baba, tumi oi matro jemon atmabishbash dekhale, thik temon bhabei bolo je tumi ekjon bhalo guru-r kache diksha niyecho, obhyontorin shakhay probesh korecho, tarpor shobhitthetr shishyoder toka ti khana take ektukhani dekhiye dao.”
“ei du zhong ekjon samany sadhok, tofat ta bujhte parbe kina shondeh.”
qin faner thonter kone ektu hashi futlo, se abeshhe shotti kotha bolte badhy holo: “baba, ashole apnar chetiya shotti-i obhyontorin shakhar shishyo.”
ke bhabechhe je qin lianger mukhe ochanok aishworjo abong bishmoyer bhaab fute uthbe, “thik aache, ei to chai, ei to abostha, amar pola ta bishal! bujha jachchona je e ekjon jonmo-natok karok, age janle toke ekta natokshala kine ditam, toke malik banatam, khelte khelte taka kamaite parti.”
“……”
kothay bolte bolte, oi shonali talor alo bhumi te ese poreche.
“bhom!”
ekta shobdo, thik shei shomoye mati fute ekta chhoto gorto srishti holo, charidike pathorer tukro urhe porlo, ebong dulo-bali akashe chhoriye porlo.
laltan-gulo “gach-gach” kore beyoge dulte laglo, alor jhik-mik dekha gelo.
“malik shabdhane.”
li cheng ebong onnanno rakshira shobdhane qin liang ebong qin faner samne darae porlo.
thik shei shomoye, dulo-bali shore gelo, shonali bishal talwar matite gNere gelo, tarpurer upor, ekjon bhru-kutil dhuashor boshoner briddho sadhu shunnoye dariye chhilo, chokhe khunir drishti niye samne qin faner dike takiye chhilo.
“lankia porjay baro bar-e porno, tumi ki shei chhele je amar shishyo jiang jiao ke ketechhe?”
qin lianger ghame bhejlo, nijeke shonthob kore, age bere du zhonger mukhomukhi holo, hath jure shomman janalo:
“du xianshi, ei ghotonar pichhone karon royeche, asha kori du xianshi bhalo bhabe bibechna korben.”
“bibechna korbo?”
“tomar chhele amar shishyo ke ketechhe, ebong tumi amake bibechna korte bolchho?”
du zhonger chul krodhe ure gelo, dant diye dant chepe bollo: “qin liang, ami yan bari-r maliker shomman rakhte giye tomar qin bari ke kshoti korte chaichi na.”
“kintu tomar chhele ke, ajkei amake ekta shomadhan dite hobe.”
shesh kothata garjon kore, agoner moto barir bhitore fete porlo.
qin lianger bukh thotke uthechhe, tobe bhalo kotha holo, jader jibone onek jhor-jhapta giyeche, tader bhoy beshi bojha jayni.
mon ke shanta kore, arek pa age bere, shoja du zhonger chokhe chokh rakhlo:
“du xianshi, jiang jiao xianshi amar bhatriputro qin yu ke bhuliyachhilo, amar chhoto chheleke bish diye, amar qin bari-r shompotti dholkar chesta korechilo.”
“ei ghotona ashole amader qin bari-r nyay bicar paowa uchit chhilo.”
“sudhu eta bhabini je, boro chhele qin fan shobhithhet theke fire ashe, obhyontorin shakhar guru-r kache shikkha niye, nije shokti arjon kore chhoto chhele ke bachaye, ebong bishal shishyo ke kete fele.”
“amader qin bari-r jonno, ei ghotona ekbar shodh ebong ekbar shodh.”
“oboshshoi, qin tao jane du zhonger moner krodh kemon, jodi du zhong etei theme thaken, tabe qin bari-r shob shompotti bilie dibo, du zhonger moner agun shanta korar jonno.”
qin faner mone ektu chinta ashe, tar babar dike ekta abok drishtite takalo.
baba shotti-i ajbhabe bhul bhabor oustad.
etoi bhalo bhabe boro bhai ke porishkar kore dilo, shoja naitikotar uchu sthane dariye angul tullo.
“shob shompotti bilie debe?”
du zhong hashte laglo krodhe, “tumi ki bhabo je amar shishyo-r jiban, takar map diye mapa jay?”
“qin liang, tumi ekjon sadharon manush, yan bari ebong raja-r rajdrohi-r shathe porichoy chharakichhu noy.”
“tumi ki amari samne dam-dor korar shahosh rakho?”
“ar ekta kotha, tumi ki bhabo je ami pur-e etota mash dhore achhi, tomar chhele-r obostha bujhte parini?”
“yan bari agei jane, tomar chhele yan konnya-r nam baji rekhe, shobhithhete farebaji korchhe.”
“nahole tar ek-dar pancho-i ling-er bekar shokti diye, emon porjay ki bhabe shadhona korte pare?”
“abar obhyontorin shakhay, tar ki eto joggota achhe?”
eta shunar por, qin lianger chahoni bodle gelo, drirho bhabe li cheng ke nirdesh dilo: “tarakshon shih fu-ke khobor daw, bolo je amar chhele manush ketechhe, take bolish shigghir qin bari-r lok ke dhorte ashte.”
ei...
li cheng ektu ovishto holo, kichukhon kothatai bolte parlo na.
kintu du zhong bokha chhilo na, jodi shotti-i qin fan ke jele dukiye dito, tahwe take ar mara jeto na, karon eta xu guo rajbongsher abomana hoto.
“qin liang.”
du zhonger chokhe khuni doroshan ashe, “manush marle manush dite hoy, eta shottik. tomar chhele amar shishyo ke mereche, tahole take tar jiban diyei shodh dite hobe.”
“shuk!”
hath ghurie, shonali talwar “kon-kon” shobde, hothat kore mati theke beriye ashe, talwar-er dhar shoja qin faner dike tak kore.
“kharap holo.”
qin liang bhoye sada hoye gelo.
qin faner hath dhore shokti kore dorate chaichhilo.
kintu joto shokti hok na keno, qin fan akchul o noreni.
“uporer tala bhalo hole nicher tala o bhalo hoy, tomar moto guru thakle, shishyo emon bhabe mara jae na keno.”
“chhele, shigghir cholo.”
qin lianger chokh bhoye lal hoye gechhe.
“more jao!”
du zhonger ekta garjon shona gelo, shonali talwar shigghir akash bhed kore uriye gelo, shoja qin faner dike chole ashe.
qin lianger chokh fete rokto beriye ashe, “themey jao!”
dekhte dekhte talwar kachakachi chole ashe, ekta ujjol lal alo hothat fete beray.
“tang—”
shudhu ekta lohar shonge loha lagar boro shobdo shona gelo, agni-pratirodhi shilpi tate kore shonali talwar ke samne thamiye dilo.
shrestho raksha-jantra ebong madhyam jantra-r lorai, shudhu matro ek barer dekha, bojha gelo ke shreshtho.
zhushi prathomik shokti byabohar kore, qin fan du zhonger ei talwar ke shoja bhabe thamiye dilo.
du zhonger chokh sankuchit hoye gelo, abok hoye chokhe takiye bollo: “tumi ki zhushi shadhok hoye gecho? eta ki kore shombhob?”
qin liang o chokh boro kore samner dike abok hoye takalo.
“bhai, tumi ki kono amrito kheyecho, je hothat kore eto shoktishali hoye gele?”
“eta kono amrito khawar jonno noy, shudhu age ami amar shokti gopon korechhilam.”
qin fan matha nire, qin liang ke bujhiye bollo.
tarpor, tar chahoni shadharon chhilo, khub shanti diye du zhong ke bollo: “etar jaiga khub chhoto, bhalo bhabe lorae kora jabe na, tomar jodi shahosh thake, tahole amar shathe shohor baire giye lorai koro, ami jodi here jai, tahole amar shishyo-r poriborte jibon debo, kintu jodi jiti, tahole tumi niche giye tomar shishyo-r shonge thakbe, ki bolo, tomar shahosh achhe?”
du zhong chokh kuchiye fello, konodin bhabini je qin fan emon prostab debe, tahole jodi take mere o fela hay, shobhithhet tobe ar kono question korbe na.
jodi question o kore, onno anchole kichu diner jonno chole jabe.
“tumi ki bhabo je shreshtho jantra thakle amar shonge lorai korte parbe, tahole ami bolbo tumi bhul korchho.”
“bhul ki shotti, lorae korar por bojha jabe.”
shuk!
thanda hashi diye, qin fan hothat kore lal alor moto hoye, shohor baire chole gelo.
“boka.”
du zhong thanda hashi diye, tarpor talwar diye pichhone pichhone chole gelo.
palok feler age, du dujon ratrir akashe miliye gelo.
qin liang ebong barir onnanno rakshira shobai obok hoye gelo.
“chhele, ki bhabe ure chole gelo?”
hothat, qin lianger chahoni bodle gelo, tarpor bujhlo: “na, chhele-r shokti du zhonger theke kom, emon bhabe baire gele, nije ke mrittu-r mukhe fela noy ki?”
eta bhebe, qin liang fu bo ebong li cheng ke nirdesh dilo: “takar shathe gari tiar koro, ami yan bari jabo, ar abar bolona je barir modhye ki hoyeche, bolbe je akash theke tara porechhe.”
fu bo: “……”
li cheng: “……”
ei karon ki byabohar korle bhalo hobe?
……
ekti lal, ekti shonali, du ti alor dhara kichu khon agei pur-dikher dosh-tola orir upor ese poucholo.
tar pashe rajpath, ratrir shomoye keu nei, dujon hawai dariye achhe, jama-kapor ure jacche, shottii shadhokder lorai-r moto lagchhe.
du zhong ekti thanda hashi diye bollo: “chhele, amar shishyo ke ketechho, ajke tomar mrittu nishchit.”
“tumi khub aattobishbashi, kintu……”
“etai mrittu hobe eta nishchit, kintu shei lokti tumi, ami noi.”
bhom!
ar gopon korlo na, qin fan madhyam-porjay zhushi shokti shobai fute berolo.
du zhonger mukher hashi thamiye gelo.
kintu shobar jana aache, hashi sudhu bodlay, hariye jae na.