অধ্যায় একশত উনপঞ্চাশ: পঞ্চস্কন্ধের নিগূঢ় ব্যাধি
“Ami, Menyao.”
Tari-taritari uthe ami druto bed-er kache chole gelam ebong kishukta maya niye jigges korlam, “Menyao, tumi ki amake dekhte pachcho na?”
“Bhaiya, apnami kothay? Keno ami apnake dekhte pachchi na? Amra ki ekhono ghaver bhitore achhi? Oi torchguli ki nibhe geche? Apnar kono khoti hoyni toh? Oi Lin Qianchuan apnar kono khoti koreni toh?” Menyao ektu udkhebe jigges korlo.
Sotti-i se ondho hoye geche. Ami muktite siktey chap dilam. Jani na keno emon holo. Menyao-er smritiguli tokhon-i theke gechilo jokhon sei rater ghaver ghotona ghotechilo. Tar porer tin diner kono smriti tar nei, kintu keno se ondho hoye gelo?
Lin Qianchuan tar shorir theke atma ber kore onno karo shorire proves korar chesta korechilo, kintu tar atma to shorir theke ber hoye jayni, tabe keno hothat se ondho hoye gelo?
“Ami ekhane achhi.”
Ami hat bariye Menyao-er kandh joriye dhorlam ebong bollam, “Kono somoshya nei, kichu hobe na, bhaiya ekhane achhi. Menyao, bhaiya tomake ekta kotha bolchi, shune voy peo na.”
Menyao-er ashanto shorir ta jokhon ami joriye dhorlam, tokhon ta dhire dhire shanto holo. Ami ki bolte jacchi ta shonar agei se fush-fush kore jigges korlo, “Bhaiya, ami ki ondho hoye gechi?”
Ami nirmal shore bollam, “Menyao, voy peo na. Tumi nishchintro thako, bhaiya byabostha korbe, khub sheeghrii sob thik hoye jabe.”
“Hoon, ami voy pai na!”
Menyao tar matha amar kandhe rakhlo. Menyao khub shohoshi chhilo. Jemon bhabe bhabchilam je se kadakadi korbe ba bhoye kakey-ukey dhore firtbe, temon kichu holo na. Tar shorur chhilo khub shanto, etoi shanto je ta amar monkeo sporsho korlo.
Menyao halka kore matha nodalo. Ami Menyao ke joriye dhore nirob hoye boshe roilam. Bujhte parchilam na ekhon ki kora uchit. Jani na tar ei ondhotto kisher karone ghoteche, eta kikkhoniker naki sthayi, ebong ki bhabe tar chikitsa kora uchit, ta-o ami jani na.
“Menyao, tumi ki khide peyecho? Amra age kichu kheye nei, ki bolo?” onekkhon por ami nirmal shore jigges korlam.
Menyao kono uttor dilo na. Ami niche takiye dekhlam, se amar kandher opor matha rekhe ghumiye poreche. Ami asohay hoye matha nodalam ebong Menyao ke abar bed-e shuiye dilam.
“Shen Wang, jodi bolo to amra Menyao ke hospital-e niye giye dekhi,” kothay theke jani na Ailin amar kache ese bollo.
Ami ektu chinta kore matha nodiye bollam, “Thik e bolecho, age hospital-e giye dekha jak ki karone eta hoyeche. Cholo, amra ekhoni jacchi.”
Kotha gulo bole ami kham beke Menyao ke cole tulam. Menyao-er chokh duto ektu nurchure uthlo ebong se jigges korlo, “Bhaiya, amra kothay jacchi?”
“Age tomake hospital-e niye jacchi dekhte je tomar chokhe ki shomoshya hoyeche, tarpor chikitsar byabostha korbo,” ami bollam.
Menyao ektu bhebe bollo, “Thik ache, amar shorire kono oshasti bodh hochhe na, shudhu kichu dekhte pachchi na, samne shob andhkar.”
Ami “hoon” bole bollam, “Jokhon tumi jegecho, tokhon amar pithe chole asho, tahole tomar ar amar dujoner-i shubidha hobe.”
Menyao ke pithe niye ami ghor theke beriye porlam. Menyao ar ghumayni. Ami take jigges korlam tar khide peyeche kina, se bollo tar ektuo khide payni. Borong ulto amake shantona diye bollo, “Bhaiya, apnar chinta korte hobe na. Roger karon dhora porlei Gu chikitsa ba tantro-montro-te tar upay thakbe.”
“Thik ache.”
Amar moneo kichuța shanti elo. Gu chikitsar shokti somporke ami bhalo bhabei jani.
Kothay kothay amra lift-er kache chole elam. Lift-er dorja khultei dekhlam bhitore dujon byakti dariye ache. Ei dujonke ami chini! Tara ar keu noy—yin-yang dokane jar sathe dekha hoyechilo, sei Su Bingchuan ebong Lu Ruide.
“Are? Shen Wang? Ki bhaggo! Ekhaneo apnar sathe dekha hoye gelo!” Lu Ruide amake dekhe anonde jigges korlo.
Ami hese tader sathe kotha bollam. Sotti-i eta khubi akoshmik chhilo. Kintu bhalo bhabe bhable eta khub ekta akoshmik o noy. Tara dhoni byakti, je kono shomoye tin koti diya daolong kine fele, ekhane thaka tader jonno swabhavik.
“Apni piche ekta meye ke keno niye achen?” Lu Ruide abar jigges korlo.
Ami hese bollam, “Ei amar bon, shorire ektu shomoshya hoyeche, tai take hospital-e niye jacchi chek korate.”
“Chokher shomoshya naki?” Su Bingchuan ektana Menyao-er dike takiye jigges korlo.
Ami matha nodalam, “Su shudur-er chokhe tokhon-i nodor poreche.”
“Ha ha, ei chokher roger jonno hospital giye kono labh nei. eta hocche pNch-indriyer asurik rog (panca-indriya asuric roga). Jodi amar bhul na hoy, tahole tar atma ekti nikatit shomoye khotigrosto hoyeche,” Su Bingchuan bollo.
“Pnch-indriyer asurik rog?” Ami druto jigges korlam. Su Bingchuan ja bollo ta sotti. Lin Qianchuan to Menyao-er shorir khoti na kore tar atma tanar chesta korechilo tar cheleke punorjibito korar jonno, kintu ami to Menyao-er atma ber hote dekhi ni!
“Hae, ei roger jonno hospital-e giye kono fol paben na. Jodi apnar amar opor bishwas thake, tabe ami apnake sahajjo korte pari,” Su Bingchuan hese bollo. Tar chokhe jeno ektu tara-tauri korar apon royeche.
Ami bhabna na korei matha nodiye bollam, “Oboshshoi bishwas kori. Su shudur, bolun to ei pNch-indriyer asurik roger chikitsa ki bhabe hobe?”
Pnch-indriyer asurik rog ki, ta ami janio na, konodin shunio nei.
Su Bingchuan ektu dukhito shore bollo, “Ei rogta ami bujhte perechi, kintu ami nije chikitsa korte pari na. Tobe ami jani ke eta thik korte pare. Ekta kaj korun, amra ekhoni restaurant-e khabar khete jacchi, apnara jodi na kheye thaken, tahole khete khete kotha boli, ki bolen?”
“Thik ache.” Ami sotti raji hoye gelam. Jodi eta tantro-montro ba goptor beroje hoy, tabe amar hat-e kono bhalo upay nei. Ebong ami nishchintro je hospital-o e byapare kono sahajjo korte parbe na. Ekhon jokhon Su Bingchuan bolche je keu eta bhalo korte pare, tokhon ami ki bhabe ei shujog hate chhere di?
Restaurant-ti hotel-er ditio tolaye obosthito. Tokhon khabarer shomoshya shesh hoye giyechilo, tai restaurant-e lokjon khub ekta chhilo na. Amra ekta konay boshe porlam. Khabar order korar por ami dhorjohara hoye jigges korlam, “Su shudur, bolun to, sei goptor byakti kothay achen jini ei pNch-indriyer asurik rog bhalo korte paren?”
Su Bingchuan cha-er cup ektu thoth-e thik kore bollo, “Eta ami bolte parbo na. Jodi apnar shiddhanto hoy, tahole apnar bonke amar hate tule din, ami take niye giye chikitsa korabo.”
Su Bingchuan-er kotha shune amar moner modhye ek dhoroner protibad jege uthlo. Menyao-er chokher chikitsa niye bhalo bhabe chintito thakle o, Menyao ke onno karo hate tule dewa amar pokkhe asombhob. Su Bingchuan ebong Lu Ruide ke amar bhalo-i legechilo, kintu tader ke andho bishwas korar moto porjonto porjhay ekhono pouhoni.
“Su shudur, eta keno bola jabe na? Oi goptor byaktir ki kono nirdhisto niyom ache? Jodi thake, tahole ektu bistarito bolun,” ami sotti jigges korlam.
Su Bingchuan hese matha nodale bollo, “Sheta oi byaktir niyom noy, borong amar sampraday-er niyom. Ami jar kotha bolechi jini ei rog bhalo korte paren, she hocche amar guru.”
Ami matha nodalam. Moner modhye ektu bhabna kore bollam, “Su shudur, ebhabe na hoy ektu korle hoy, ami Menyao-er sathe jabo.”
Su Bingchuan hese matha nodale bollo, “Dukkhito, Shen Wang, amra goptor sampraday-er (hidden sect) lok. Apni to niyom gulo bojhen.”
Goptor sampraday? Tobe ki ei Su Bingchuan shotti Dao Alliance-er lok? Jodi sotti she Dao Alliance-er hoy, tabe Menyao ke tader hate dewa aro asombhob. Dao Alliance somporke amar kono bhalo dharona nei.
“Jokhon apnara goptor sampradayer, tokhon Menyao ke niye jaoya jacche, kintu amake keno nite parben na?” Ami bhuru kunchke shomoshya niye jigges korlam.
Su Bingchuan hese bollo, “Etao apnake bola jabe na. Jodi apnar amar opor bishwas thake, Menyao ke amar hate tule din. Tin mash por ami apnake ek jora ujjal chokher Menyao ke dekhiye debo, ami guarantee dichhi.”
Ami matha nodalam ebong bollam, “Apni to kichui bolte parchen na, tahoke ami apnake kibhabe bishwas korbo? Jokhon Su shudur-er etoi shomoshya, tokhon ami ar beshi bhabbo na.”
“Hoon, bhaiya, ami kothao jabo na. Jodi amar ei chokh du ti ondho-o hoye jay, tokhon o ami apnake chhere kothao jabo na!” Menyao hat bariye amar hath dhore feli ebong take joriye dhore, jeno ami take fele chole jabo ei voye.
Lu Ruide druto uthe dariye bollo, “Shen Wang vai, apnar ei kajti thik hocche na. Apni-o to goptor sampradayer ekjon, tahole ki apni goptor sampradayer niyom bojhen na?”
“Ami goptor sampradayer keu noi, ebong goptor sampradayer kono niyom-siyomo ami jani na. Apnara jodi Menyao-er chokher chikitsa korte chan, tahole ami kritoggo thakbo. Kintu apnara jodi take amar kache theke niye jete chan, tahole ami dukhito. Tar chokher chikitsar jonno ami onno byabostha korbo,” ami thanda shore bollam.
“Ki? Apni goptor sampradayer non?” Lu Ruide obisshash niye jigges korlo.
Amar moneo ekti aswasti elo. Keno ei Lu Ruide amake goptor sampradayer byakti bhabche? Ebong ei goptor sampraday asole ki?
“Hae, ami noi. Jodi apnar apotti na thake, Lu bhai, amake bolben ki ei goptor sampraday asole ki?”
Lu Ruide matha nodiye bollo, “Jokhon apni goptor sampradayer non, tokhon ami ar beshi kichu bolte parbo na.”
“Thik ache, bujhte perechi. Jokhon emon kotha, tokhon amra bidhay nicchi. Menyao, asho!” Ami Menyao ke bench theke tule pithe niye nilam.
“Daron, Shen Wang, Menyao kono sadharon meye noy, apni take rakhte parben na. Jodi apnar tar bhalo chaoa hoy, take amar hate tule din,” Su Bingchuan thanda shore bollo. Tar mukhe ager sei bholabholai polite bhab ar nei.
Amar buker bhitor ekti dhakka laglo. Ami ekhon bujhte perechi. Ei Su Bingchuan Menyao ke ekti atyanto shoktishali andhkar shorir (extreme yin body) hisebe dekhte peyeche, ebong take tader kono goptor sampraday-e niye jete chay.
Ami ghurte ghurte thanda shore bollam, “Ami take rakhte parbo na? Tobe ki apnara jor kore keure nite chan?”
Shobcheye druto ebong vul-hin porar jonno, nicher website-ti porishkare dekhun!