মুগবেড়িয়া অঞ্চলে আকাশ থেকে আঠার মতো সাদা পদার্থ পড়লো হঠাৎ।
আঠার মত সাদা পদার্থ ভেসে উঠলো পূর্ব মেদিনীপুরের মুগবেড়িয়া, অঞ্চলে গত এক সপ্তাহ ধরে সেখানে হঠাৎ সেই তরলপদার্থ আকাশ থেকে পড়ছে পর্যন্ত কেউ বলতে পারছে না ।
বাড়ির ভেতরে বা বাইরে আঠার মত সাদা তরল পদার্থ পড়ছে, সেই তরল পদার্থ খুবই ঝাঝালো বড়ো বড় দায় মুহুর্তের মধ্যে কাপড়ের দাগ ধরে যায়, চুলে পড়লে মুহূর্তের মধ্যে শক্ত হয়ে যায়, ঝাঁঝালো গন্ধ শরীরে পড়লে জ্বালা অনুভূতি হয়, বিস্কুটের গন্ধের মতো সেই তরল পদার্থ।
ঘরের মধ্যে রাস্তায় যেখানে পড়ছে দাগ হয়ে যাচ্ছে দাক ধরে যাচ্ছে জামা-কাপড় এবং বই এ, ঘটনায় আতঙ্ক ছড়িয়েছে বাড়িতে পা রাখতে ভয় পাচ্ছেন এরা, তবে এই ঘটনা গোটা গ্রাম জুড়ে নয় শুধুমাত্র মুগবেড়িয়া গ্রামে শুধু এই তিনটি বাড়িতেই পড়ছে এই সাদা তরল পদার্থ।
নন্দীগ্রামে রেশন ডিলারের পতি আগুন জ্বালো রেশনে কম দেয়ার তাদের পাতি বিক্ষোভ দেখালেন ধুমধুম-র গ্রাম পতিবাসী।
গ্রামবাসী পুলিশ পোশাসনকে জানিয়ে ছিলেন তবুও কোনো কাজ হয় নি। তারপর ৩মে ,২০২০ রবিবার পতিবাসী রেশন তুলতে গিয়ে হাতে নাতে ধরলো সেই রেশন ডিলার কে তারপর মারধর করে তাকে তার মোটর বাইক ভাঙ্গে নদীতে ফলে দেয়। রেশন ডিলারের দোকানে ভাংচুর করে পতি বাসীরা।
গ্রাম পতিবাসী বিক্ষোব দেখে রেশন ডিলার সেখান থেকে পালিয়ে যায়। তারপর সেখানে ব্লক অফিসার আসন , পুলিশ অধিকার ওখানে আসন সেখানে নিয়তনে আনে। পুলিশ পশাসন কে গ্রামবাঁশি ঘিরে ধরে বলেন এর আগে থাকে আমাদের কে চাল, ডাল, কম দিতো বলে জানাতেন। এর সঙ্গে বলেন তাকে গেপ্তার করতে হবে।
খাদ্যমন্ত্রী বলেন যে দোষী তাকে যাতায়াতো শাস্তি দেয়া হবে। রেশন ডিলারকে সাস্পেন করে দিয়েছেন। সাধারণ মানুষ চাইছেন তাকে যেন গেপ্তার করা হয়।
পুলিশ অধিকারীরা বলছেন, সেই রেশন ডিলার কিছু মৃত মানুষের রেশন কার্ড জমা না করে, সেই নামে এত দিন রেশন তুলছিলেন, মৃত মানুষের কার্ড গুলো ব্লক অধিকারী অফিসে জামা করার কথা।
কেউ মারা গেলে তার রেশন কার্ড সরাসরি সেই কার্ড ব্লক আপিসে জামা করে।
এলজি পলিমার বিষাক্ত গ্যাসে মৃত ১১ মারাত্মক গ্যাস ছড়ালে
এখনো পযন্ত ২৫০ পরিবারকে স্থানান্তরিত করা হয়েছে, ৮০০ জনকে এখনো চিকিৎসা চলছে, এখন পরিস্থিতিকে অনেকটাই নিয়ন্ত্রণে আনা গিয়েছে, অন্ধপ্রদেশের মুখ্যমন্ত্রী, জগমোহন রেড্ডি, গোষণা করলেন, নিহতদের পারিবারপুছু ১ কাটি টাকা ক্ষতি পূরণ দেবে.
5000 টনের জোড়া ট্যাংকি সেখান থেকে গ্যাস লিক হয়ে বাতাসে মিলিয়ে গেল এবং 5 কিলোমিটার ধরে রাস্তায় যারা হেঁটে যাওয়া কিছু তারা অসুস্থ হয়ে পড়ে,তাৎক্ষনাক তাদেরকে নিয়ে যাও হয় হসপিটাল, এখনো পর্যন্ত খবর জানা গেছে মৃত 11 জন এবং অসুস্থ প্রায় ১৫০০ মতো .
ভেন্টিলেশন প্রায় ৮০ জন মতো, অসুস্থ এবং হসপিটালে তাদের ভর্তি করানো হয়েছে, এবং মানুষের সঙ্গে সঙ্গে কিছু গবাদি পশু মারা গেছে, শাসকষ্ট হয়ে রাস্তাতে মৃত্যু তাদের.
বুধবার রাত থেকে কারখানা একটি অংশের কাজ চালু প্রস্তুতি শুরু হয়, জানা গাছে যে তাপমাত্রা বিক্ষোভের ফলে রাসায়নিক বিক্রিয়া ঘটে, গাফিলতির অভিযোগে কোম্পানী কর্তৃকপক্ষে ফৌজদারি মামলা দেয় .
উদ্ধার এনজিও-র এবং নৌসেনা, বিশাখাপত্তনমের গ্যাস লিক এর ঘটনা শুনে এলাকাবাসী হতভম্ব হয়,
তাৎক্ষনাক নরেদ্র মোদী সরকার পুরো বিষয়টি যাঁচিয়ে দেখতে বলছেন, পুলিশ পশাসনকে . দোষীদের করা শাস্তি দিতে বলসেন সিপিমএর,নেতা কতৃপক্ষ.
এলজি পলিমার কারখানায় হঠাৎ করে গ্যাসের ট্যাঙ্কি লিক হয়ে বাতাসে মিলিত হয়ে যায় এবং সেখানকার আশেপাশে অনেক পশু ও মানুষের শ্বাস নিশ্বাস নিতে মারা যায়, এখানে মোদি সরকার বলেছেন পুলিশ প্রশাসনকে পুরো বিষয়টা যেন খতিয়ে দেখেন এবং যারা দোষী তাদেরকে শাস্তি দেয়.
রেলের সিদ্ধান্তে রাজনৈতিক তরজা, তুঙ্গে পরিযায়ী পরিযায়ীদের ফেরত কেন্দ্রের, ভূমিকায় তোপ বিরোধীদের পরিযায়ীদের ফেরাতে খরচ দেবে, কংগ্রেস ঘোষণা সানিয়ার পরিযায়ী ফেরাতে তড়িঘড়ি সিদ্ধান্ত বদল কেন্দ্রর, পরিযায়ীদের ফেরাতে রেলের ৮৫% রাজ্যের খরচ ১৫% পরিযায়ী শ্রমিকদের টিকিট কেটে ট্রেনে চড়তে হবে.
সোনিয়া গান্ধী, সভাপতি, কংগ্রেস :- বলেছিলেন সমস্ত খরচ বাবদ খাওয়া-দাওয়া তাদের কংগ্রেস প্রার্থী পুরো খরচ কংগ্রেস প্রার্থী উঠাবেন .
অধীর চৌধুরী, কংগ্রেস প্রার্থী :- বললেন হাজার হাজার কোটি টাকা ব্যাংক থেকে লুট হয়ে যাচ্ছে তাদের জন্য মাথাব্যথা নেই আপনাদের গরিব লেবারি করে খাচ্ছেন তাদেরকে বাড়ি ফিরে নিয়ে আসা সময় টাকা সমস্ত খরচ উঠাবেন . সিপিএমের দাবি :- সংবিধানের সপ্তম তপশিলি কেন্দ্রের তালিকা ৮১ নম্বর অনুযায়ী এক রাজ্য থেকে আরেক রাজ্য, ........শ্রমিকদের পাঠানো এবং কোয়ারেন্টিনে রাখা, দুই-ই কেন্দ্রীয় সরকারের দায়িত্ব.
মোহাম্মদ সেলিম, সিপিএম পলিটব্যুরো, সদস্য:- ১৫১কোটিটাকা দিয়ে আরো বলেন ভাড়া দিতে হবে আরো ৩০টাকা এবং ৫০টাকা এক্সট্রা দিতে হবে .
তৃণমূলনিশানাতে মোদি সরকার দীনেশ ত্রিবেদী, তৃণমূল নেতা:- তারা সাধারণ লেবার তাদেরকে বাড়ি ফিরে নিয়ে আসা হোক তারা কোনো রকমের পিকনিকের যায়নি যাতায়াতের ব্যবস্থা করে দিন ফ্রিতে যাতায়াতের ব্যবস্থা হয়. বিরোধী তাদের অভিযোগ বিদেশ থেকে ফেরার সময় বিনামূল্যে এবং যারা ঠিক মতন ভাবে খেতে পারছেনা পরিযায়ী শ্রমিকদের টিকিট কেটে ট্রেনে উঠতে হবে এর থেকে স্পষ্ট মোদি সরকারের কাছে কাদের গুরুত্ব বেশি বিজিপি অবশ্য অভিযোগ মানতে নারাজ.
Sunny Leone Dancer: I am a software engineer working in New York. They say it’s the city that never sleeps but I have never really had the chance to play here.
Instead I spent my years putting every ounce of energy into my work. I stayed late, worked weekends, even through most holidays.
My supervisors praised my dedication, which was so peculiar to me. Constantly working was the only thing
I grew up knowing in my low-income family where both my parents worked, struggling to educate us kids. Getting ahead was themantra I had grown up by.
As the years went by this mantra helped me score in exams, win scholarships and climb the corporate ladder. Within six years of being employed I was promoted to VP,
running the entire software development division of the company and in charge of about a hundred-odd engineers. It was wonderful to now be able to take care of my parents.
My father could work fewer hours in his shop, and my mother was able to quit her job and just focus on running the home.
I spoke to them on the phone once every week or two when I had some free time. My mother was persistent about me going home to visit.
I wanted to see my family, but something or the other always came up and I could never make it. Besides there were some subjects I wanted to avoid – such as women.
Relationships were always a topic I dreaded to talk about during our calls. Now in my thirties, the pressure was on to get married, buy a house and have children.
But it wasn’t that simple. I didn’t have the time to meet a woman. It was almost like I was in a relationship with my job. I tried to convey this to my family as best I could,
but I don’t think they understood. They just didn’t want me to be lonely. In reality I was far from lonely. While work consumed a lot of time,
there are ways that single men in my status fill the void of not having a girlfriend or wife. Every weekend me and a group of executives from our office made our way down to a bar called The Spot.
The Spot only allowed men to enter. It was very exclusive, and catered to the wealthy elite of New York. A typical bar tab would run to $1200 a night and that didn’t include money spent on entertainment.
Their selection of wine and liquor was exquisite. But people didn’t go there for the drinks. When you walked in all you could see was a sea of business suits surrounding a neon-lit stage.
This was the main stage where each night men would gather around for a special performance.
Men sitting around with wads of hundred dollar bills in their hands anxiously awaiting an exotic beauty to appear on the stage. The ladies were always stunning.
Slim frames, curvaceous hips, and large, round breasts that bounced around as they did their little performances. The Spot’s performers were mostly women of white ethnicity.
On a few occasions I recall seeing a few Asian and black girls. But for the most part the men had an appetite for the busty, blonde bombshells.
In the beginning, these beauties were completely foreign to me. Back in India, the only places I saw ladies like that were in adult movies or magazines.
But even they were nothing in comparison to these girls. I learned here that everything could be bought for the right price.
Even the overweight and ugly businessmen could leave with the most attractive woman in the room. Aside from the main performer,
The Spot had another twenty ladies that walked around making sure the businessmen were enjoying themselves. They would bring them drinks,
sit on their laps and for the right amount go home with them at the end of the night. These girls were the perfect solution to the built-up sexual frustration that workaholics like myself needed to release.
One or two nights a week I would pay one of the sexy ladies to come back to my place for a late-night drink.
To have the featured performer go home with you would cost you anywhere from $10,000 to $25,000 for the night depending on who was bidding. This was well out of my range but I found enough pleasure in taking home one of the side ladies. Usually $3000 plus drinks and dinner secured me some action for the night.
It was a perfect arrangement. I took them back to my place, fooled around for a few hours, then arranged a private car to take her home. Feeling satiated, I would shower,
check my email then head off to bed. This happened so frequently that I started losing the perception of how normal relationships worked. Flirting wasn’t necessary.
Trying to win a girl’s attention or figure out if she liked me didn’t seem to matter anymore. I had the money, I got what I wanted, and we were done.
It was on to the next pretty toy to stimulate my body’s desires. One evening I hit up The Spot with my colleagues. It seemed to be just another ordinary night with the guys. We headed in and went straight for the bar. To get us started we did three rapid-fire shots of tequila, one after another.
A booth had opened up near the main stage so we quickly made our way through the crowd to get ready for the show.
The host announced that there would be a new performer that night called Vivica. Surely Vivica was just a clone of the blonde bombshells that we saw each week,
but it was still exciting to hear there was some new flesh in the bar. The name too sounded close to home. As the lights dimmed, an orange spotlight hit the stage.
Music started to play. But it wasn’t the jazz style music that usually played during these performances. It was something familiar, one which instantly stimulated my body.
It was a Bollywood song, a cool remix of an old hit that I had loved as a kid. Immediately my interest was sparked. The sounds were new and tantalizing to the men,
and they gave a loud roar as anticipation built. Who was going to come out to dance to this strange, exotic music? As a hand began to pull back the curtain,
the crowd of men became completely silent. All eyes were glued to the stage. Then suddenly this exotic, dark-skinned beauty with long, silky hair and large, brown eyes stood before us.
Her body was decorated with little crystals, and she was wearing a sheer sari that barely covered her private parts. I’d never seen a sari draped like this back home. There was barely any material to go around Vivica’s body, and her right breast was partially exposed, giving us a tantalizing glimpse of its delicious roundness.
The outfit had a slit that ran all the way up to her waist, with nothing but a thin layer of sheer covering her firm leg. Her hands, neck and ears were covered in sparkling diamonds and gold –
this was a treasure like none of us had seen before. Vivica danced sinfully around the stage, her sari struggling to conceal the intimate parts of her body,
her hips moving seductively to the beat. The men were mesmerized by her exotic sex appeal and the way she moved her body. The room was enamoured, waiting in bated breath for her next move.
I had never seen so much sexual tension in The Spot before. Vivica had every man in her palms. Her performance ended and the room erupted into loud cheers. The gorgeous dancer,
standing statuesque on the stage, stood there taking it all in with a knowing smile. She knew exactly the effect she had on us all. The men, all turned on, started pulling out their wallets. It was time to bid on who would be taking this exotic beauty home. This was usually my time to step aside but I knew I had to take her home that night.
There was no way a treasure like this should be going home with some raunchy, fat businessman. No one in the room could appreciate the true beauty of an Indian woman like I could.
The appeal of an Indian woman is not just in her bare skin, it’s her spiritual aura, her loyalty to her family, her warmth. This girl may have looked like a goddess, she may barely have had any clothes on,
but I could immediately sense there was something more special about her. The bidding war started. Within minutes the room was up to $25,000; it was like nothing I had seen before. As soon as I made a bid, someone bid $10,000 higher. Quickly I realized I was playing with the big boys in the room. Bidding slowed down as we reached $40,000. The smell of that much money caused the side girls to start circling the high bidders in an effort to get the money for them.
They were like vultures circling an animal in its last moments. Knowing I was out of my league I made one last bid at $45,000.
It was the last shot, but it was all the money I had to spend and I hoped that it was enough. Seconds passed by.
The host made one final call for another bidder. Trying to play it cool, I took a sip from my drink and casually looked around the room. Then I heard the word ‘SOLD’.
I couldn’t believe it: the exotic beauty that every man in the room wanted was going home with me. I paid the host and was escorted to a private table where Vivica was waiting.
We exchanged introductions. She seemed a bit cold, as if she was numb to the whole process. I tried to initiate conversation with her but she would just answer quickly, smile, then look away.
The Spot was closing up. I took her hand and we made our way outside and waited for the car to pick us up. The entire ride was silent.
This wasn’t the typical experience I was used to, and didn’t really understand why she was so stand-offish. We arrived at my place. I paid the driver, then headed up the elevator.
I unlocked the door and gestured for her to go inside. I immediately headed to the bar to fix us some drinks, while she made her way to the couch. I tried to make her comfortable, to engage her in small talk, but nothing really worked. We sat there in silence for some time with our drinks.
I was on the verge of giving up on my evening when she looked up at me and started to talk. She said she was sorry that I had to spend so much money on her,
that $45,000 seemed like a ridiculous amount of money to spend on a night with one person. I leaned forward and looked directly into her eyes and told her the truth,
that I couldn’t bear for anyone else to spend even a minute with her. For the first time, she smiled and her eyes opened wide, and she looked even more beautiful than before.
She told me I was different from the other men that she had been with. There was something kind about me. Her comment took me back. What kind of life had she lived, I wondered,
if someone like me seemed foreign to her? I pictured the type of guys from The Spot and their stories about the degrading things they made the girls do. That wasn’t something I was ever into, even their stories made me feel uneasy.
This was the world Vivica knew. I felt bad for her. I had spent a ridiculous amount of money to bring her home, but now it felt wrong.
She wasn’t like the other girls who just wanted some quick cash and gave no emotion to the time we spent together. I leaned forward and grabbed her hands. I told her she didn’t have to sleep with me. A concerned look came over her face and she started to tell me The Spot would find out and take action against her. I assured her they would never know and asked her to make me a promise,
to take the money she made that night and try to find another line of work. Her eyes started tearing up. Then she mumbled the name ‘Anaya’.
Before I could ask who Anaya was, she told me it was her real name. She had spent the first half of her life living in Mumbai before her father got a job in the US.
The tension that had been between us all night was gone. As we talked more, about our lives back in India, a familiar feeling came over us. We had a few drinks and even danced a little.
I pulled out a few CDs of popular song items from my favorite Bollywood flicks and Anaya’s face lit up. There was no one in New York that I was able to relate to on that level, no one who appreciated Indian culture.
It felt nice to have someone who shared some of those interests. As the night grew, the chemistry between us started to change. By connecting on a personal level an attraction had started to form.
At one point I sat down with a glass of wine and watched her dancing in front of the window, her diamond and gold jewelry sparkling like little stars as she floated around the room.
She moved with such grace and confidence as if she were a goddess enchanting me with her dancing. Her hips swaying in a circular motion started to get me aroused. As my body heated up, it felt as if the room was on fire.
I undid the top buttons of my shirt, trying to stay calm. Anaya knew exactly what she was doing to me. With her sari flowing behind her, she slowly walked towards my direction. Kneeling down in front of me, she grabbed my thighs firmly with her hands. She leaned forward and planted a delicate kiss on my lips. With our bodies inches away from one another, she whispered in my ear that she wanted to make love.
I stood up, gently placing my hands around her waist as I pulled her up towards me. I began kissing her neck. The scent of her perfume was so intoxicating, something I couldn’t get enough of.
She began to moan lightly as my lips made their way down her neck. She removed her pallu, exposing her soft, ample breasts and placed my hands on them.
I delicately squeezed her breasts, sending shudders through her body. I started removing my clothes. As I stood there naked in front of Anaya, I could see an overwhelming sense of passion glaze over her face.
At that moment she wanted nothing more than my body to fulfill her every desire. We started to kiss passionately. I made Anaya lean against the wall, our bodies pressed tightly together as I entered her.
She couldn’t help but let out loud moans of pleasure with each passionate thrust. Tasting the saltiness of her skin, our bodies began to move in a rhythm as if we were one. At times she took control, moving her body in a circular motion. My body began to shake with pleasure. I asked her to slow down, but she knew that she had me to the point of ecstasy. Her dance had me in a total frenzy.
Our bodies, exhausted from a night of passion, drenched in perspiration, approached our sexual peak. As we finished, we passionately kissed one another. Her legs were wrapped firmly around my waist,
my hands tangled in her beautiful, dark locks of hair. We stood there for a few minutes longer, lost in the labyrinth of our passion, our bodies still as one.
That was the first of many nights that I would spend with Anaya. There was amazing chemistry between the two of us, something that couldn’t be bought with money. As the months went by the dynamics of our encounters changed. I stopped going to The Spot and she stopped performing there.
While we enjoyed our late night sinful adventures, we started spending time together at the park and going to dinner. I began to learn to truly play in this great big sleeping city.
The sexual chemistry that brought us together too began to change into something much deeper. Almost a year after we met, we decided to make a life-changing commitment.
We made plans to move back to Mumbai so we could spend more time with each other and our families. Money just didn’t seem to be important any more.
I’m still amazed how fate brought the complicated worlds of two lonely souls together to share a lifetime of love.
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