|পথের পাঁচালী (Pather Panchali)
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|1st Published, 2015
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Novel: Pather Panchali
Author: Bibhutibhushan Banerjee
It is very difficult to say about this novel. How a writer can cut the heart of a reader and make him bloody would have remained unknown if he had not read Pather Panchali. I read this novel once as a child, but I didn’t finish it. Today was that good fortune.
Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay has shown in an impossibly beautiful way how beautiful and enchanting this wonderful form of rural Bengal is, the two ignorant boys and girls nurtured in the lap of nature. The small naughtiness of the siblings, the whimsy, everything has been presented in such fluent language that will bring the images to your mind’s eye.
Durga and Apu are two siblings from Parangaon. All the whims of those who are in the lap of nature from a young age. A very simple picture of the village is the childhood of two boys and girls from a poor family, every turn of the village is at their fingertips. Bamboo gardens, ponds, ponds, mango orchards, river jungles, many of them are yours. Nataphal, Makalphal whose play material. Flying in the bored air is the joy of the whole day.
In the eyes of some rich people who are the content of neglect. The hair follicles of the body tremble when some rich people ignore these two ignorant boys and girls, when they call them thieves and curse them. I was very angry with Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay for writing about their lack of care.
How did the poet cause such a cruel outcome by severing the naughty and unbroken bond between these two siblings? What would have happened if Durga had survived ?? I cried silently in really unknown pain when Oman Chanchal, the smiling Durga died of malaria fever. ঐ The last word will hurt the heart of a reader very much ,,, “Apu show me the train one day ??” Apu might have but the opportunity was no longer tied.
Then after some time Apu had to leave his famous village Nishchindipur. Memories of him and his sister in the village. Another new life began. Lack, leaving poverty behind to conquer the new. Started walking
Day and night pass, birth and death pass, month, year, Manvantar, great age passes, your marble life dreams come full of algae umbrellas, my path does not end then, it goes, it goes, , Let’s move on
Orniban listens to his harp only eternal time and eternal sky.
I have made you homeless by wearing the invisible tilak of the strange joyous journey of that path on your forehead.
Let’s go ahead ,,,,,,
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