I am fine and hope so thy, write me at the address in sky...

For last few days, my mind has been playing a single number again and again. I heard the song just a few days back, when just to check what’s going on in the costliest Puja ever of Navi Mumbai (and perhaps World!), we found Somlata performing live. Somlata is a famous Bengali female singer and has really got a superb voice (and long beautiful hair :)) Amongst many a songs, she sung a beautiful piece by Late Rudra Mohammad Shahidullah, “Amar Bhitor Bahire Ontore Ontore”. Kaustav, my colleague, told me about the song that it’s not that popular when written, but rose to the stairs of popularity as ‘Youth’s anthem’, especially in Jadhavpur boys, after being reincarnated by another legendary Bengali singer/writer/activist Kabir Suman. Following is the transliteration of the song, from Wikipedia:

Aamar Bhitor Bahire Ontore Ontore

Achho Tumi Hridoy Jure

Dheke Rakhe Jemon Kusum

Paprir Aborone Phosoler Ghum

Temni Tomar Nibir Chola

Moromer Mul Poth Dhore

Pushe Rakhe Jemon Jhinuk

Kholosher Aborone Muktor Sukh

Temni Tomar Gobhir Choaa

Bhitorer Nil Bondore

Bhalo Achhi, Bhalo Theko

Akasher Thikanay Chithi Likho

Dio Tomar Mala Khani

Baul Er Ei Mon Ta Re.

I shot Somlata singing a para, that could listened to here….

I have requested a fellow blogger to permit me to post his work of translation of the song, and am also trying to translate it into Hindi. Trying my best to post it soon.

My favorite line is... “Bhalo Achhi, Bhalo Theko, Akasher Thikanay Chithi Likho” that means “I am fine and hope so thy, write me at the address in sky”.

If you want to download the song (classical version) you may try here, if want Somlata’s rock version (a part only though), try here.

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