#arnob

[rr-arnob]

ভেঁজা কাক হয়ে থাক আমার মন!

[sabagon]

Nathan Joseph by Arnob Ashraf

[akultalkies]

Kartik Aaryan, Kiara Advani, Naveen Singh, Rajpal Naurang Yadav, Shikha Talsania, Gajraj Rao, Supriya Pathak, Anuradha Patel, Awlad Hossen Eshan, Palash Tiwari, Koushik Mahata, Vikky Kumar, Kavya Jethwa, Bhaumik Ahir,

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Saheb, Bibi aur Ghulaam

#3

Thank you to the lovelies @arshifiesta for celebrating IPK and setting up the great moodboards and AU.

1878, Calcutta

Eleven years old Arnav Mullick had not spoken a word in a year.

Some thought it was his parents' traumatizing deaths that led to his silence. But death was nothing new. The house had lost its middle son, his Mejda Akash at tender age of 19.

So no, death made no difference to Arnav. In fact he was happy when his philanderer of a father died of drinking as well. He deserved it. Not once had he seen his father home at night.

Arobindo Mullick would often scoff when stopped, that if any man of this house had ever spent a night in his own house?

So then some speculated that Arnav's behavioral issues had gotten worse, hence why he stopped speaking for a year.

If his darling mother was alive, she would've wrestled with anyone who thought such against her Arnob. Shyam, Arnav's Borda (boro-dada = older-brother) would perhaps be the only one to chuckle and agree with the society. Arnav was tempestuous as a child.

But quiet? Never quite.

The society would never understand that it was Akash's falling for a Baiji (courtesan) at the age of seventeen, his frequent visits leading his early introduction to alcohol despite their mother's best to protect them for it that hurt Arnav the most.

This was when Arnav swore off love.

That his otherwise pious brother was gullible to follow his father's footsteps to a kotha - where Arobindo Mullick spent all his nights.

It was his mother's haunted face and tears that left Arnav speechless. Or rather Arobindo's reply to her request to stay at home.

Has any Mullick ever spent a night in their own home?

This was when Arnav swore off marriage.

Or that despite Raja Rammohan Roy having abolished Sati-pratha a good sixty years ago, Arnav's mother was dragged to her undeserving husband's pyre by her conservative in-laws to follow patni dharam.

This was when Arnav swore off religion.

But if maa was alive, what life would she have had? Arnav saw how his uncle, Kaku, eyed her. And Arnav had seen that in the months prior to his mother's death, how she was shaved, dressed in white and forced into a strictly ritualistic dreary life.

His mother, whose hair spilled like the Ganges from Himalaya, had a beauty who could rival the Goddess, lived a life none deserved simply out of rituals and religion.

Thus when Shyam gave their mother mukh-agni, Arnav found his devotion die in his mother's pyre. And when his only hope, Borda (Shyam) set sail to London abandoning him, his words died as well.

-- -- --

1880, Calcutta

Arnav had been wrong about Borda. He returned as a Barrister from London, swiftly kicking out Kaku (father's younger brother) by bringing up property possession rights and threatened the rest of the Mullicks with incarceration for having forced their mother to die.

Thirteen years old Arnav did not know what to do when the brother he thought so wrongly about did the most just thing. It was then he decided that he too would run away to London when he came of age.

But the other thing he couldn't figure out was what to do with Boudi (bhabhi; sister in law). Their grandmother had fixed Borda (Shyam's) alliance with a member of the Tagore family.

Barely two years older than him, fifteen years old Anjali Devi was to manage the household of a twenty five years of Shyam Mullick. How could Arnav accept her as the lady of the house when the post truly belonged to Maa and only her.

But Arnav realized no rebellion was needed. Boudi arrived with the biggest reverence to their mother, along with the grief of losing her own. She chatted constantly with Arnav, not questioning his silence at all - Borda had gotten fed up after a few tries.

And over the years Arnav realized he had a sibling more in Boudi than in Borda.

Perhaps, perhaps maa's essence found its way into Anjali Boudi. It would explain why Arnav's first words were celebrated by Anjali as if it was her first child who had uttered their first words.

A child she was unable to give through all of her married life.

And perhaps his family was cursed against joy for the moment Arnav saw his mother in Anjali, he saw his father in Shyam.

The easy money he made as a barrister faded quicker given his lavish expenditure in trying to out-host the British and the Indian royalties. He belittled Anjali's lineage as much as he could and tried to prove that he was a bigger industrialist than the Tagores.

Lawyer he was, businessman he wasn't.

And thus at age eighteen Arnav had to run to London, no longer chasing any dream, but at least attempting to make the fortune his brother boasted of having.

-- -- --

1893, London

London was far more accommodating than India would ever be. This was what Arnav believed until, of course, an intellectual sparring with Boudi's cousin - Rabindranath - would get him thinking about perspectives.

To think of it, majority of India's existing regressive laws were nothing but British Victorian laws.

Then who was regressive?

It had been a lazy afternoon where Arnav was entertaining his thoughts, alone, as usual when a telegraph changed his life.

URGENT STOP SHYAM DA MARRYING AGAIN STOP

Arnav tossed the telegraph aside, grabbed his documents and hailed the first ship - premier class - to India.

He only had two goals.

Stop Shyam Mullick from marrying and ruin everybody who stood as an obstacle to Bo- Didi's happiness.

-- -- --

A/N: Yes, babua is here and so is his very very painful history! Lemme know what you all think :)

Tagging @shiyaravi @maansiloves @featheredclover @chutkiandchotte @laad-governess @msbhagirathi @phuljari @hand-picked-star @barshifan (updating it slowly and steadily)

[cult-of-the-eye]

i need you to reccomend me those bangla songs from the TAGS IN THE SONG POST u briefly mentioned. i have a few i used to listen to that you might like: phiriye dao by miles, tomar jonno by arnob and shomorpon by owned

HELLO!!! ok i don't have that many unfortunately i am veering close to coconut territory but I will definitely give those a listen!!

Alada alada by Anupam Roy

Basically anything from rabindra sangeet, my favourites are: Tumi robe nirobe, Ami chini go chini tomare, ore grihobashi, anandadhara bahichhe bhubane (I cry every time I listen to this one) and gram chara

Yeah for anyone getting into Bengali music, rabindranath tagore songs are a classic place to start!

[ramblings-of-lola]

flutterby 🦋

Shondhatara - Arnob and Sunidhi Nayak (I hope I got it right)

Its a love song where both parts miss each other and both are thinking "he/she doesn't come visit me anymore :(" if the translation I looked up was accurate and I recall correctly

I know for a fact theres nothing inappropriate/explicit

The title means Evening Star

It's a very pretty song, even though I didn't understand any of the lyrics!

I'm probably not going to have gotten every sound because the song is 7 minutes long but I tried my best.

The first sound is silver and sparkly and is followed by guitar notes that are round and light orange. The piano notes are white and look like rectangles with rounded edges. The woman's voice is dark yellow and dark. Its lines are wobbly. There's drums that look like soft light yellow circles. The horns are also soft yellow but they're more stretched out. At 3:13, there's a sound that's brown and it's small crumpled looking round shapes. The man's voice goes up and down smoothy and is silver. At 4:35, the sound looks like white circles.

[aranyaani]

this is why regular animal sacrifices are so important. so your hands won't tremble when you have to cut your enemies

The next day Arnob called his family again to learn that Muslims had actually attacked their home. However, they remembered Maa Kali, worshipped her name, and picked up weapons to save themselves. They eventually forced all the Muslims to flee back.

He said that everyone in his family from 8 to 80 performs animal sacrifice, and therefore his relatives in Bangladesh have several sharp weapons used in sacrifices. He claimed that the family used those weapons, along with knives and machetes used in the kitchen, to chase away the attackers.

[4uru]

@orgasming-caterpillar i kinda resent u for making me realise i could just start writing about desi characters. Without writing the whole thing in english. Now i cant get the idea of two bangladeshi queer teens falling in live as chirkuth/ rabindrasangeet and Arnob plays in the background. Wtfff

[jukti-torko-golpo]

Sometimes you really do have to figure things out on your own. Sometimes asking for help does not work. Apart from God guiding us we are essentially truly alone. You do have have to deal with your own mess.

[glocalmuzik]

Revive the Rhythm, Revive the Art: Cocke Studio Bangla Season 3 Explodes with "Tati"

More than a revival, "Tati" is a resurrection. This once-lost gem from the "Doob" album emerges over a decade later, transformed by a captivating twist.

Nigerian artist Oil Boy, renowned for collaborations with Bangladeshi hip-hop stars, injects fresh energy. Jaya Ahsan, a leading actress in Bangladesh and West Bengal, adds her voice to the celebration.

"Tati" isn't just music; it's a tribute. It honours the 2000-year legacy of Dhaka Jamdani, a once-lost art of crafting exquisite cotton fabric. This song is a tapestry of sound, mirroring the intricate designs of Jamdani itself.

Weaving together Afrobeat rhythms, captivating melodies, and the voices of weavers (Tati), a village bride, and the Jamdani Saree, Arnob paints a sonic picture of this lost treasure's resurgence.

"Tati" is a journey for the adventurous listener.

It's not just a song; it's an immersive exploration of Bangla's heritage, where the threads of music intertwine with the threads of a revived art form.

[ladyfingerstyping]

I realised my expectations of love would not be the one I will be falling into.Going to Dhaka University made me remember,the dates I wanted to go to,wearing the same coloured saree and panjabi,the reshmi churis I wanted someone to buy for me,the beli ful garland that someone would wrap around my wrist,the kathgolap that someone would put on my ear,we would walk hand in hand while I lean onto him.I might never experience desi love the desi way,the way I grew up learning what act of love looks like.That saddens me,that breaks the heart of the little girl who wanted her man to come under her house and call her to say "আমি তোমার বাসার নিচে।" before taking her on a date.

[rr-arnob]

you just whisper, come what may !

i hear a kestrel singing to the sky

utterly before rain

you just say the love

and the rain comes

perhaps my nurve realize you

don't know the mirage

as i know you for real ..!

-03.04.2024

[arnobashraful]

Arnob Ashraful

[akultalkies]

Akshay Kumar, Emraan Hashmi, Nushrratt Bharuccha, Mrunal Thakur, Adah Sharma, Fahim Fazli, Diana Penty, Abhimanyu Singh, Akashdeep Sabir, Kusha Kapila, Neev Ahuja, Younus Howlader, Swati Joshi, Deepak Rai, Yo Yo

[smaliashgar7]

Nodir Kul | Coke Studio Bangla | Season 2 | Idris X Arnob X Ripon (Boga)

[ramblings-of-lola]

*viceroy lands on your shoulder* (aka butterfly)

Tor Jonno - Arnob

Not explicit either

The guitar notes are small yellow circles with some silver. The singer's voice is also silver and it's very smooth looking. The drums are white circles and around 50 seconds, there's a sound (it might be a triangle?) that's tiny silver dots. Around 1:07, there's sound's that are bright green and square shaped. There's a sound that looks like black fluid and another that's fuzzy with dark edges and white in the middle.