Poestory

An Enlightening Story! [Poestory: Poetry + Story]

Let me tell you a story,

 

The one in an exceptional way,

 

In the form of ‘Poestory [Poetry + Story]’,

 

A new literary form created by Md. Ziaul Haque one day! 

 

 

The very story is about a man named Alif,

 

Echoing the first Arabic letter,

 

On an enduring mission he is,

  

Mission to know his own S E L F better! 

 

 

In Sylhet, Bangladesh Alif lives,

 

A Bangladeshi by birth, by spirit and by mind!

 

By the square-shaped walls of an orphanage,

 

His aura seems to be utterly defined! 

 

 

Alif is not abnormal,

 

Nor he is divine,

 

A seeker of truth and logic he is rather,

 

With a brain like that of Albert Einstein!

  

 

While a common brain looks for worldly things,

 

Alif’s one brainstorms about the absolute answers,

 

To the so-called unanswerable questions,

 

That poke the human minds as the spears for countless years! 

 

 

Sylhet, Bangladesh, January, 2017 

 

Alif, the 30-year-old young man, is on a journey by rickshaw. He just loves to journey by such an awesome vehicle! Another phenomenon that attracts him like magnet is Mother Nature. Whenever Alif is next to her, he feels like breathing properly! The concrete urban walls are like huge giants from the Greek mythology! He just cannot stand them whatsoever. Viewing them is like seeing Hitler’s face everywhere! The splendour and the celestial joy that a tree, its leaves and its flowers bring is simply unmatchable! Moreover, the beautiful birds and their sweet songs are like festival bonuses!

 

While journeying by a rickshaw across the village named Rahmatganj, [the name suggests the ‘Market of Bliss’ in English]. The ‘rickshawala’ [rickshaw puller], as is popularly called in Bangladesh, is pulling the rickshaw like Helios’ Sun Chariot! Alif feels like he is entering a never-ending tunnel that is full of greenery all over the place! As a street beggar appears all of a sudden, his brain pops a face up before him at this certain moment! Alif clearly visualises the atheist that he encountered a few years back in Dhaka. He even remembers his name- Asif Islam. They met in a seminar on religion and science. The conversation is still clear like the cloudless sky! Alif smiles like Mona Lisa as his mind recreates the moment like a movie!

 

- May I know your name please?

 

- My name is Asif Islam. What is your name by the way?

 

- Alif Ahmed. You can call me Alif.

 

- There’s a strange similarity between your name and mine! He says smiling a little.

 

- O yes! Right you are! Alif and Asif. They sound quite similar.

 

- Are you a believer? Asif asks like a robot looking directly into Alif’s eyes.

 

- Sorry! Asif’s question gives him a kind of uncanny sensation of being interrogated by a Nazi officer!

 

- Do you believe in religion? Coming closer he asks like a hypnotiser.

 

- Yes, I do. I’m a Muslim and I believe in my religion called Islam. However, I’ve a feeling that you don’t believe in religion! Am I right?

 

- Yes, you’re! Even if ‘Islam’ is added to my name [Asif Islam], I lost my faith in religion when I was 22 years old. He says rather confidently.  

 

- May I know what turned you into an atheist?

 

- There’re countless reasons behind this brother! Tell me why you believe in religion.

 

- I believe in religion. I believe in the Creator called Allah. Our beloved Prophet Muhammad [P.B.U.H.] acted as God’s Messenger and brought the Holy Quran to light. His eyes echo his genuine love and devotion for Islam.  

 

- So you’re trying to say that you are a ‘theist’.

 

- Yes, I’m.’ He utters in a self-assured manner.

 

- What if you were born in a family where the parents are atheists! He throws the words at Alif like thousands of arrows!

 

- Well, the answer depends on the circumstances. Even if my parents were atheists, it wouldn’t guarantee of my being an atheist as well. As an atheist can be born in a theist family, similarly a theist can also be born in an atheist family! Am I right? He sounds more confident than before while he asks back.

 

- Yes, you are logically correct I must say. Ok, let me ask you a straightforward question- apart from the religious notion, the Prophet, the Holy Book etc. what are the other phenomena that have solidified your belief in a Creator? He asks with ease by resting his right hand on Alif’s left shoulder.         

 

- First of all, the shape of the planets. They’re so perfectly round! They look so beautiful and pleasant to the eyes! If there were no Creator, then there would be planets of every possible size- triangular, rectangular, square and what not! Moreover, without a Creator, the sun might perhaps be square, the earth round and the moon might be of a triangular shape!

 

- But the scientists are of the view that nature has created the planets in such a way!

 

- Let me ask you a question then- how can nature itself be so perfect in whatever it does? Nature doesn’t have a brain of its own! Nor does it know exactly where to put the sun and the moon! Besides, there must be a designer my friend, and that designer is none but Creator!

 

- Could you add something up? He asks the question while lighting a cigarette.  

 

- My friend, the second most important phenomenon that has enlightened me is the clean rain!

 

- Clean rain?

 

- Yes, clean rain. As the poet, writer and philosopher Md. Ziaul Haque utters- “Another proof of God’s existence is the ‘clean rain’! He takes care of His creations and does not want them to get wet in the dirty or unhygienic rain! If God did not exist, then there would be both clean and dirty rain”!

 

- That’s rather interesting! Alif, do you believe in soul?

 

- Yes, I do.

  

- Do you believe in ‘reincarnation’?

 

- Let me borrow a quotation now- “As the soul does not have a brain, it cannot work according to its own wish. Obviously, it will not be proper to say that the soul will enter another body after the death of a person. Hence, the concept of ‘rebirth’ or ‘reincarnation’ seems doubtful”!

 

- The way you organise your information is extremely logical! There’s scarcely any loophole in your answers! I’m so impresses man!

 

- Thank you so much!

 

- Most welcome. Cnould I ask you a few more questions?

 

- Yes Please!

 

- Why do you think a baby cries right after it’s born? Why doesn’t it smile at that very moment? Does it indicate that human life is going to be a tough one where suffering abounds?

 

- I think all your questions will be rationally answered by only a single quotation by Md. Ziaul Haque. Here it goes- “Human life begins by crying! Once a baby is born, it cries out. Maybe it cries in joy! So, the simple equation goes- we smile when we feel happy and we cry when we feel sad. As happiness and sadness are connected together like the body and the soul, we cannot remove sorrow or suffering from the human life forever. As long as life is present, gladness and unhappiness will ever be there. They will keep coming in one form or another. It is just ironical that we want to be happy forever and never want to cry. Even trying to remove sadness entirely from life is like being utterly selfish and going against the natural laws! So, the beauty of life is to accept both pleasure and misery gracefully. Hence, we should never forget that we did not smile first but cried when we were born”!

 

- That’s just awesome my friend! You’re a wise fellow!

 

- It’s your generosity to say so!

 

- No, really, I mean it. I hope you’re not bored in answering my questions.

  

- No, not at all!

 

- Just before part ways, let me ask you one last question. I hope you don’t mind!

 

- Go ahead please!

 

- 'Darkness’ is considered something ‘evil’ or bad in many cultures. On the other hand, light is regarded as something ‘divine’ or good. What exactly is your idea about darkness?’ While Asif asks the question, the white smoke of the cigarette rushes out of Asif’s mouth like the mushroom cloud created right after the explosion of a nuclear bomb!

  

- Well, may I have the privilege of finishing up the answer to the last question by borrowing another apt quote by Md. Ziaul Haque- "All types of darkness are not necessarily bad. A seed needs darkness around to grow; human beings and animals sleep at night that represents the absence of light; a baby grows inside the mother's womb amid darkness; the shadow of the tree that makes the tired and thirsty passers by feel at ease is also dark! However, the darkness of the human heart is certainly evil”!

 

- That’s a wonderful answer man! You must be thinking that I have asked you so many questions about your faith in the Creator not letting you ask me questions about my being a non-believer!

 

- No, my friend! This is not the case. Maybe some other day I would ask you certain questions. 


 

The rickshawala’s words have brought Alif back from the world of imagination! 


 

- Bhaijan! Afner gontoibyo koi? [Brother, what’s your destination?]

 

- Ektu samne giye oi pukurer kachhe thamun. [Just go a little bit ahead and stop near the pond.]

 

- Aichchha bhaijan! [Ok brother] 

 

 

Alif gives the rickshawala more than the usual fare. He asks, 


 

- Apnar naam ki? [What’s your name?]

 

- Asif Islam!

 

- Ki? [What?]’ He asks being extremely bewildered!

 

- Asif Islam!

 

 

The rickshawala has the same name like that of the atheist whom Alif met a few years back! Asif is exceedingly happy after receiving a handsome amount from me as a fare! He smiles and prepares to leave. Asif has a tooth missing from his mouth. When he talks, he looks like a baby!  While Asif is about to leave, Alif asks him a question,

 

 

- Apni ki sristikortay bishshash koren? [Do you believe in God?]

 

- Ji, obosshoi! [Yes, of course!] 


 

Alif looks at the exhausted yet content Asif. With the rickshaw, the rickshawala disappears beyond the horizon like a ghost! Alif sits on the bank of the pond; he lays his hand on the green blades of the grass as lovingly as the way a father touches the hair of his daughter in a blissful manner. 

 

This pond is Alif’s favourite; its name is ‘Rahasyamoy Pukur’ [Mysterious River]. He comes closer to it every so often. As a sadhu goes inside a cave to meditate, Asif comes to the contact of the pond to contemplate. He feels a sort of ease and his brain seems to work faster than usual once he is near the pond. He is extremely charmed by the beautiful milieu that the pond creates! The sudden splash of the fish, the aesthetic ripples that follow, the leaves’ falling into the pond and floating like the paper boats made by the children, the reflection of the sun on the surface of the water, the innocent little children catching fish nearby- all these are priceless moments that money can never buy! 

 

Alif feels suffocated in the urban setting. He feels like an alien there! He believes that the real essence of ‘civilisation’ is in the natural world, not in the concrete and comatose world made by the humans! The sun has set. As a bridegroom waits to behold the beauty of the bride, Alif is waiting for observing the beauty of the moon! In other words, he waits to witness the appearance of the moon and its playing with the ripples of the pond in a rapturous and heavenly manner. Nevertheless, the moon does not make Alif wait for a long time.              

 

Alif thinks about the mystery of the universe. He has studied much about the philosophies and the scientific theories of the world- both contemporary and the classic ones. Yet, the mystery remains a mystery and it perhaps will ever be! As, in “A Passage to India”, the attack on Adela is still an enigma, similarly there will be erudite persons like Socrates, Einstein, Buddha, Newton and so on in the days to come, countless theories, philosophies, suggestions etc. but the puzzle will never be solved!  

 

In fact, God does not want this particular sum to be solved by the human race! Since He knows it well that as long as there is mystery, there is beauty of life, beauty of existence and beauty of living! 

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My First Love [Poestory: Poetry + Story]

I was in class five, 


When I fell in love with a girl, 


So beautiful she was, so charming, 


I'd just look at her and in the dreamy world dive.


 

Something was hypnotic about her, 


That kept me dragging, 


But the villains had their presence too and kept trying, 


To stop me from stealing her heart and being the winner.


 

Perhaps she knew about my feelings for her, 


Perhaps not, 


Yet so happy I was to attend the classes to see her once, 


No matter how enjoyable or boring the classes were! 


 

Each night I'd be Hamlet and like Macbeth would decide, 


That the next day I would talk to her, 


Even though I didn't have anything important to say, 


Still I wanted to listen to her voice aside.


 

As is seen in films the giant-like villain appeared ahead, 


Threatening me to shun her from then on, 


Rather slender I was, but not a coward, 


I hit him, his left eye changed colour and turned red!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Definition of Poestory [Poetry + Story]:

 

1. A new type of writing that is created by Md. Ziaul Haque. It is a story that has both the qualities of poetry and prose. The first part starts with poetry and the writing ends with prose. In Bangla it is called 'গল্পিতা' [কবিতা + গল্প].

 

 

2. It also means a poem that tells a story. In other words, it is a poem where a story is told in a poetic way.  

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গল্পিতা [গল্প + কবিতা] [Bangla Poestory: Poetry + Story]

'গল্পিতা' কোনও সুন্দরী ললনার নাম নয়,


গল্পিতা হচ্ছে আমার সৃষ্টিশীলতার অপর নাম,


যেথায় দুটি গ্যালাক্সির মতন মিলেমিশে এক হয়,


গদ্য এবং কবিতা [গল্প + কবিতা], গল্পিতা কুড়ায় তার সুনাম!


 

পাঠকগণ হয়তো প্রশ্ন তুলতে পারেন,


তাইতো লেখক হিসেবে দায়িত্ব করছি পালন,


গল্পিতা সৃষ্টির পেছনের কারণ জানেন?


জানাবো কাব্যিক এবং গাদ্যিক ভাষায় বিলক্ষণ!


 

প্রথম কবিতা লিখতে বসি যখন,


তখনই মনের দরজায় একটি ধারণা আসে,


যেন ফুলের উপর নান্দনিক প্রজাপতি করছে চুম্বন,


মন হাসে দশপদী ও বিশপদী কবিতার ধারা সৃষ্টির উল্লাসে!   


 

ভেবেছি কবিতায় নিজস্ব ধারার নির্মাণ হয়েছে যখন,


ছোটগল্পেও কেন নয়? যেমন ভাবনা তেমন কাজ,


ছোটগল্পের স্বীকৃত ধারার পাশাপাশি করেছি সৃজন,


গল্পিতা নামক নতুন এবং চমৎকার একটি ধারা আজ!


 

আমি জানি ছিদ্রান্বেষীরা হয়তো খুঁত বের করবে,


কিন্তু আমার মন ফড়িঙের মত নাচে,


সেইসব অগুনতি পাঠকের কথা ভেবে,

 

যাদের মন আকাশের মত, তাদের হৃদয়ে রব না হয় বেঁচে!


 

গল্পিতা হচ্ছে সেই গল্প,


যার শুরুটা হবে পঙক্তি দিয়ে,


ব্যাপ্তি নয় বেশী, নয় অল্প,


কবিতার স্রোত মিশবে গদ্যে গিয়ে!


 

        লেখকের অনেক দায়িত্বের মধ্যে একটি গুরুদায়িত্ব হচ্ছে লেখা; কিন্তু আমি মনে করি লেখার পাশাপাশি লেখককে নতুন কিছুর সৃষ্টিও করতে হবে। তা না হলে তার সৃষ্টিশীলতায় কিছুটা ঘাটতি থেকে যাবে। সেই নতুনত্ব আসতে পারে নতুন শব্দ তৈরির, বর্ণনার স্বকীয়তার, কিংবা সম্পূর্ণ নতুন কোনও ধারার মাধ্যমে। 

 

লেখকের জীবিতাবস্থায় কিংবা মৃত্যুর পর, একজন পাঠক যদি তার লেখা একটি বই পড়ে মন্তব্য করেন যে এমন বই এর আগে কখনও পড়িনি, সেখানেই লেখকের সার্থকতা। মানুষ প্রাকৃতিকভাবেই নতুনত্বের পূজারী। সাহিত্যে সেইসব লেখকেরাই নব যুগের সূচনা করেন যারা তাদের লেখায় কোথাও না কোথাও নিজস্বতার স্বাক্ষর রাখেন।

 

সাহিত্য নামক সমুদ্রের মাঝখানে আমার গল্পিতা একটি ছোট্ট নৌকা হিসেবে আবির্ভূত হয়েছে ঠিকই তবে আমি মনেপ্রাণে চাইব যেন আমার এই প্রচেষ্টা সকলের ভালোবাসা কুড়ায়। আমার আনন্দের কোনও সীমা থাকবে না যদি অন্য কোনও লেখক আমার গল্পিতার আদলে গল্প লিখেন।

 

পাঠকগণ নিশ্চয়ই উপরোক্ত পদ্য হতে গল্পিতা সম্পর্কে একটি সম্যক ধারণা পেয়ে গেছেন। এখন শুধুই অকুতোভয় যোদ্ধার মত সামনে এগিয়ে চলা। আমার এ যুদ্ধের হাতিয়ার অবশ্য কোনও বন্দুক বা বোমা নয়, কলম!

 

তারপর তিনি আমাকে বুদ্ধিজীবীর মতন প্রশ্ন করেন,

 

এই পর্যন্ত এসে লেখক গল্পিতা সৃষ্টির আদ্যোপান্ত এবং লেখালেখি সম্পর্কে তার স্বপ্নের কথা ব্যক্ত করে ছোট্ট গল্পিতাটির ইতি টানলেন...

 

তারপর তিনি আমাকে বুদ্ধিজীবীর মতন প্রশ্ন করেন,

 

- আপনি কি আমার কথা কিছু বুঝতে পেরেছেন?


- জি, অবশ্যই বুঝতে পেরেছি।


- তা কি বুঝেছেন অনুগ্রহ করে এক বাক্যে বলেনতো শুনি!


- বুঝলাম যে আপনি একজন জিনিয়াস! 

 

তাঁকে জিনিয়াস বলে সম্বোধন করেছি বলে লেখক আমার দিকে তাকিয়ে ভিঞ্চির মোনালিসার মতন একপ্রকার রহস্যময় মুচকি হাসি দিলেন! আমি শিশুর মত অবাক দৃষ্টিতে এই মহান লেখকের পানে মন্ত্রমুগ্ধের মতন চেয়ে রই! 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

গল্পিতা [গল্প + কবিতা]:

 

১। মোঃ জিয়াউল হক উদ্ভাবিত সাহিত্যের একটি নতুন ধারা যেটির সৃষ্টি হয়েছে গল্প + কবিতা এই দুটি শব্দের সমন্বয়ে। এককথায়, এটি সেই ধরণের গল্প যেটিতে পদ্য এবং গদ্য দুটোর গুণাবলী বিদ্যমান। ইংরেজিতে এটিকে বলা হয়, Poestory [Poetry + Story]

 

 

২। গল্পিতার আরেকটি সংজ্ঞা হচ্ছে এই যে এটি একটি কবিতা যেটি একটি গল্প বলে। অন্যভাবে বললে বলা যায় যে, এটি একটি কবিতা যেখানে কাব্যিক ভাষায় একটি গল্পকে প্রকাশ করা হয় অথবা কবিতার ভাষায় একটি গল্প বলা হয়।



Poestory [Poetry + Story]:

 

1. A new genre of writing in literature [or a new literary form] that is created by Md. Ziaul Haque by blending two words i.e. poetry + story. In a word, it is a type of writing where a story has both the qualities of poetry and prose. In Bangla it can be called 'গল্পিতা' [গল্প + কবিতা].

 

 

2. It also means a poem that tells a story. In other words, it is a poem where a story is told in a poetic way.  

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Poestory [Poetry + Story]

I have created a new genre of writing,


Which sounds quite amazing,


Known as ‘poestory’,


A blend of ‘poetry’ and ‘story’!


 

The first half will be,


The start of the story,


But in the language of poetry,


And the second half will be in prose really.


 

It is fine to craft a new style of writing,

 

After all a writer should innovate something!

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Poestory is a new genre of writing in literature that I have created by blending two words i.e. poetry + story. In a word, it is a type of writing where a story has both the qualities of poetry and prose. In Bangla it can be called 'গল্পিতা' [কবিতা + গল্প].

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