Teachers' day

This is all about 5th September- the day which got its present venerated recognition on the 5th September, 1962 and has been observed since then as Teachers’ Day.  The day I hope, was / is & will be very special for students nationwide or, maybe world-wide. But, to be honest, for me 5th September is nothing but another 5th - the 5th date of a month. I would rather observe each & every normal day as The Teachers' day! I am a student & want throughout my life to be the same, as I am a very greedy student! Greed for what? To get blessed, inspired, loved by them & be in touch with them always. In other words, I am connected with them by heart & spiritually. Though this writing is little about those honourable people I respect, follow & try to feel them always, I can't just help adverting their names here.  My Mother & My father, My Sir, Sri Pranab Mukhherji, My Ma'm, Prf. Paromita Sengupta. Pisimoni, My Didi, Dolondidi & the last but not least is My Dada, Prf Galib Uddin Mondal. Those whom I have mentioned above are my sources of inspiration! And they are certainly not subject to be esteemed on any particular special dates for me! I have learned from them... " Raise your voice against whatever & whenever there is anything wrong happening around you." Try to say no for anything you think is wrong even if am the speaker!" " Try to ask questions till you get the right answer!" "Try to help others as much as you can." " Just be yourself & don't bother others if you are of any opinion in you!" And here what I am going to follow is what the last one strikes strongly! Here I would dearly like to mention a tweet shared as whatsaap status, by Sir, Prf. Subhajit Pandit, one of my best wishers.. The post said- " Teachers are not demigods, mystics and realised souls who need perpetual veneration. Respect for a 'guru' can not mean they are beyond questioning and accountability. Do not get tricked into surrendering your independent mind." Yes...! I truly believe in it and this is exactly what I have learnt from my teachers themselves. But contrary to this thought, today this particular date is rather unfortunately observed chilly. Day by day, The certified assuming teachers are becoming established more as note sellers, black money holders ( as they, violating laws, give tuition with money openly to their dear products ( students) and to make them blessed sometimes Those teachers click a free pretending smiling selfie among them with some delicious dishes The teachers buy from the money of their dear products themselves) . No doubt, once they used to be regarded as The social friends but now they have been reduced to nothing  but the social exploiters. Yes, exceptions are always there...! Hence, I am very lucky to get in touch with those beautiful & lovely personalities, I mentioned or not mentioned above, I cherish in myself always , who inspire me each second and I do want to continue it till the last breath in my life...

                                                              Thank you...

The lockdown days

 There is a beautiful park for children in our locality. For me, it is always more than attractive for more than one reason. Earlier, sometimes I did try to occupy its vacant seats, but to drive me away there was a watchman with his 'lathi' whenever I mistakenly had entered the park. But nowadays I don't know why, none is there to occupy the seats. Even the watchman himself is not present there to drive me away. As if the entrance is locked since an unknown age. So, nowadays I enjoy the full facility of the seats as well as the atmosphere. But to be honest, without the children who used to play with each other, this place has lost all its glory. Sometimes I also don't feel it is necessary to come here without them. Even while running on roads, I don't see anyone walking in the market, none is in the grocery shops or in other stalls too. Sabji stalls are closed for quite some days, no bargaining, no laughing, no noise and full of silence everywhere. Even there are no dogs barking at me! I don't know why even children are not allowed to attend their classes nowadays.

There was a time when I saw, from the top of the schools, the guardians to make their children go to schools on time, though they have less interest in attending classes than playing in the park. Had any one of them by mistake tried to look up at me, one would have had to be caught by ear by one's parent saying at once "it's getting late! Hurry up!" Now, if anyone is caught sight of on the road by chance, he or she is with a cloth being linked with their own ears, covering almost their face save their eyes. Human beings are known to be the most social living beings on the planet as far as their garments are concerned. They do feel shy without clothes, as they are not supposed to go nude on the road like us. But till date, it is quite natural for them to go out without any cover on their face. But sorry, as I always say, "exceptions are always there". Rather, it varies from gender to gender as much as I am concerned about human beings. Sometimes religions have their respective patriarchal roles for making a discriminatory society. But nowadays, their faces too are all covered with masks regardless of all genders, ages and religions as well. As if we are now undergoing a taste of something most of us had been opposing when we came close to each other. But the question is, " what happened to human beings?" Why don't they wish to get their faces exposed to everyone as before? Maybe, what they have already achieved is considered anything but to live together, to speak to each other, to stand for others. Do they feel shy about

each other? No, they get afraid of themselves, afraid of standing before the mirror, shy to stand to be exposed in front of themselves.

Though I find, for them, it is difficult to place it at the exact location on their face. Sometimes it hangs on their necks, sometimes the nose is not allowed to be covered with but the mustache. Some people, at some places, are also seen to use it for glasses when a sound sleep is required. It is not that everyone loves to wear it. One day a passerby threw his at me! It seemed that he felt sorrow for me as I didn't have one. That was what I was not really accustomed to getting from them. Rather, there are those things like, Bananas, Roties, Channa and all that they usually have, come to me thus from them. But what's it? And I, just for my curiosity, picked it up and placed it perfectly over my face covering my nose and lips together by stretching it with my ears. But as soon as I reached my adda, my family with their folk started showing their disapproval of my newly covered face. They were very straightforward about it and for that matter, I was told, " listen, you shall never be allowed with this newly launched trend on your face! You have to leave it at once! Do you feel ashamed of being naked like us? We feel proud of being as uncovered as we were before and are now as well. Remember, no pandemic, no religion and no politics can get us more naked than we are now! We don't need to hide our faces under any 'Mask'. And be proud of being what shameless you are! Understood? Never try to get it over! Or you will have the consequences! Keep it in your mind always!" I at once made a long throw with it to get respite from my family. It had already been some days that I had no food and added to it my family started getting me. I left the place.

The next day again, I visited the empty park again and occupying a chair I sat there. No one was there, so I soon fell asleep keeping my back on rest. Suddenly I woke up from my nap. I found a man with a long beard, wearing a white cap, though his face was uncovered. His eyes were closed and he was sitting on his knees. Nearby there was a cycle being stood and loaded with two bags. I was a bit excited to see him there and approached him immediately. I sat just in front of him sitting and kept noticing his face carefully. It had been so long that I had not seen any faces. I was observing his face minutely and he, keeping his eyes closed, just kept whispering with whom I didn't know as there was no one save me. I kept sitting there and without food for some days I was tired too. Suddenly, his eyes were open. He was surprised to find me just in front of himself. But there was such a smile and an expression of kindness in his face that it made me assume that he was not afraid of me at all. He had been observing me for some time and said, "wait". He reached the cycle nearby and took out two bananas from inside the bag and started skinning one of them. He gave me the skinned one and I, snatching it at once, started enjoying it to my fill. After I had finished it he delivered me the skinned second one too. I had just started having it and there was a sudden sound of bitting drums, ghanta & shankha being heard from the nearby road that moves forward towards the market ahead. There was a loud chanting chorus saying " Jay Sri Ram...". The peaceful atmosphere suddenly changed into an awful noisy one leaving both two of us confused inside the park. The atmosphere was just like - Drums bitting, a group of people dancing with shiny weapons and 'Dhol' 'kansor' in the middle of the road. The mask less folk were on an advantage to being the loudest ones. There is much difficulty to make chanting when one is with the mask as I had already gained the similar taste before.When all those things were going on there I had just found two breads in my lap thrown by the man. I guessed he was about to depart the place giving me a bit of relief from starving for some time.

Anyway, if they just want to worship the Lord Ram I have no problem with them, as I am also called 'Hanuman'. But I didn't really understand what the Man with a long beard and white cap was doing with me...

My dear students

 

Hi, my dear students... I hope you all are well. Today I am going to share with all of you one of my thoughts about myself. Well, let's start off with a simple question..." Who am I ?" The answer is I am a student just like each of you. Yes, many of you may think, "what is Sir saying?" Let me make it clear to you. I am not really satisfied with my teaching and the problems or the difficulties you face and feel while learning were faced by me in the same way you are doing presently. There are so many problems I have yet to solve. I am a student and I have liabilities to discover it. There is no difference between you and me. I am not as a so-called 'teacher' to you as others (are). There are so many mistakes I commit the way you all do when you learn anything. And please believe in me each & every fault I make has made me what I am today. When you ask questions, I think upon them, do try to give you answers that are best known to me and if I don't have proper knowledge of anything you ask me, I go through some research required and believe me that makes me conscious and alert always throughout my learning. I need questions all the time from my dear students and that is only because I myself have to be improved... I have to have the knowledge I still don't have... And how do I get it? The answer is by going through your questions! Honestly speaking, I really noticed some of you sometimes have better knowledge than me of some certain subjects. Sometimes it also takes toll to my nerves to express myself in front of you and I don't really feel ashamed to admit it in front of all of you... and I don't get ashamed of that either. I have some limitations of mine and I love to admit it first and then get engaged in eradicating them at my best. Whatever I have learnt from my Sir, My Madam, what suggestions I have been following from them, I would like all of you to follow the same for your learning... If they, throughout the years of their careful teaching experience, can easily admit their thinking in front of me, in front of their dear students like you, I feel really no disgrace to admit mine in front of you all... It doesn't prevent me from learning anything either. It rather inspires me to improve more and more whatever I have learnt from them and to learn anew from you and that's something I would love to do throughout my life... I promise you that whatever faults I have with myself right now, I will overcome them as soon as possible and will appear in front of you with a better version of myself... Thank you so much for keeping me updated...! Wishing you all a bright & promising future...!!! And love you all dears...!!! 💞

Cycling in a dream

 

The incessant rain, over an hour had been continuously pouring down and I was witnessing it standing under a shade on my way back home from school as I was without the umbrella. While going out,especially to school my mother  always wanted me with the umbrella but I myself with a cycle only and nothing else. Then I was in class VIII and a consistent student in the class. And It didn’t matter how much rain it was I would never be absent in the class. Though the classes were not that important on that very rainy days still I had to be present there just only for getting a glance at the drawings, paintings and the necessary activities being carried out by others for the upcoming school foundation day.

I had a group of friends and being assured that on the next day we all would be present I left  school after the bell but was standing resignedly under the shade of a closed shop. My school was around nine kilometers away from my house and I considered it as an advantage for my passion of cycling and used to attend classes by this dear bearer. I loved riding cycle and in my spare time I would like to take care of it by wiping off and oiling it sometimes. My cycle must be fit and tidy and while cycling there should be no other sounds but a silent smooth hissing of bearings. I often fancied if the king ‘Rana Pratap of Meybar’ had been alive with his dear ‘Chaitak’ I would have made an open contest with them. Now doubt that would have been a suitable taste for my dear carrier friend as well.

At last the rain allowed me for riding cycle once again and I had to paddle fast as I was already late. It would take twenty minutes more to reach home. When I was on my way home for around fifteen minutes a sudden incident took place and I was completely unaware of the sudden incident to face. The road was about to curve to right just two minutes away from my house and I was getting hardly any vision at that moment. I was at an average cycling speed when a beautiful kitten happened to appear in front of my cycle and jump very close into the front wheel of it. Though I was successful to save its life by checking speed of the cycle save myself as I had no other option but to get slipped badly on the road and fell down being apart from it. I took a little time to get up as I was wounded but all of a sudden a bus at a good speed just came and disappeared from my sight through the curve, making me almost blind quite for a moment. I had already collected my cycle but was mentally hurt, not because of my being wounded rather it was my fallen carrier which was the sole cause of my repentance. Since I bought it I had never let it get damaged but today I couldn’t control it on time. 

Then I started moving towards my house which would take just two minutes more to reach. I just stepped seven or eight steps forward along the left side of the road only when I felt something unnatural the front wheel had all but run over. I stopped, leaned down forward and at last had to squat almost. I noticed the same bright kitten and so beautiful its color was that I could still, despite that gloomy surroundings, see it clearly. Dead it was! Its head had got crushed by any vile vehicle. It just came to my mind “Oh! was it that ominous bus which had disappeared just a few minutes ago?”. I was right. This was that bus that had run over that beautiful creature. I felt hurt once more and perhaps this time the most. Suddenly, It just came to my mind that I was a part of this cruel incident to happen. I kept considering myself acquiesced of its death. ”It has died just because of me, of my unawareness, of my fault...It is only because of the kitten’s sudden collision with my cycle that has led it to run in that direction the bus is coming from.” As if I could gradually begin to understand my role in its sudden omega. “Yes I am the culprit.” And it started to haunt me continuously  leaving me weaker mentally, losing control over nerves. Once again the rain had started and I noticed the blood stained with its flesh, mixing into the drops of rain, started draining across the road. As if the blood itself didn’t want to be the witness of this brutal sin for tomorrow and was in a hurry leaving behind its master’s frame alone. And really I too didn’t want to be the witness. I couldn’t stand there and made my way towards home.

The rain was ceaseless and I didn’t allow myself to go out in such a bad rainy weather. I rather felt myself comfortable with a story book but was unable to go through it due to an unknown fidget. At night while having dinner when I felt a loss of appetite my Mother asked me, “What happened to you? You are having nothing!”. I, just to give an excuse, told her “ the Sabji is not that much tasty today, so I can’t.” But the scenario was pointing out something different from my words as my given excuse didn’t match up with the performance on my dinner plate. There were two ‘Rotis’ left but the Sabji got vanished completely and One could, if try, see One’s reflected face on it such as my mother’s worried face was being reflected on my eyes from there. In this world One’s food capacity of the stomach is too bad to make One’s mother happy enough. All the mothers are always worried as well as unsatisfied with the quantities of the meals, and it doesn’t matter how much more, their sons can load into their elastic pear-shaped bag. The more a son eats the happier a mother becomes and the effect turns out opposite when the scenario is just the vice-versa. But nothing was to be done at that moment. I should have been more careful while giving the particular excuse to her. If I had been a little bit aware I would have said something different that would have certainly beared coherence with the pretense.

So after a long hectic day I was to take a rest. I said to my mind : “ Be calm ... nothing evil happened to you. Around the world, all the time ,much more pathetic incidents have been continuously happening and there is no one to look back at it. No one is to get depressed, No one sad, No one worried even for one of those happenings. Then why are you wasting so much of your emotions?” We are, to get a bit of relief, always eager to be compared with those who are greater in crimes than us to prove us less criminals.

Next day though I didn’t participate into any programme I reached school in time and enjoyed the day with my friends together. Finally when it came to its end and we bade each other ‘goodbye’ I also was on my way home. Suddenly I happened to watch a cat running across the road and seeing it  the memory of that dead kitten started to haunt me once again. After spending a joyful day with my dear friends I was about to forget that remorseful incident. In our memory all the bad experiences are stronger than our good ones and the former ones enter our mind without our permission even when we don’t want to remember them at all. So pondering upon them when I was proceeding towards my house the last rays of the Sun began to disappear and I was just going to reach the same curve where the heinous incident of the yesterday took place. All of a sudden a bus appeared playing its bright lights over my eyes and made me close them almost. I just tried to avoid the lights with one of my hands and then I felt an odd bump from the front wheel and losing control over the cycle fell down badly almost on the middle of the road. At once I lifted my head and saw one of the front wheels of the bus was just approaching nearer my head and I with my best effort tried to save myself but it was a vain attempt after all as it had already touched my head and feeling suffocated I tried screaming back and just happened to find myself being awaken in bed from a nightmare and perspiring continuously.

RATHA YATRA

 

When I was in class VI I, being totally unaware, experienced a new lesson from  one of my friends. I was the first time in my life that I realised something strange with him.The incident was the day on which the festival Rath yatra was celebrated.I could very easily remember the day just because of the fact that it was my first outing with a friend and I had to beg the permission to my father for going to that visit as I,on that particular days never went to the Rath Fair without holding my father's fingers ever.I was  a little bit excited and felt something adventure in ourselves compared to no less than any detective heroes like Byomkesh & Ajit or Sherlock & Watson of their famous respective adventure stories.We both knew when the chariot would be pulled along the main road of the market.There would be a massive crowd giving company the Goddess Subhadra and her two elder brothers, Balram and Jagannath on their way to Sbhadra's Baper Bari as much as I knew from my Mother. And one more thing I had just forgot to mention  was that it was the open place just beside our house regarded as the Baper Bari of this respected Goddess & Gods,so in a way I was fortunate enough to see the Rath temple over eight days after leaving bed in the morning each day and then while washing mouth made a quick visit to count the iron wheels whether they were in the right order.

 But the question that was always in my mind was that-   " Why so much people to give company them!" Creating troubles for almost all the shopkeepers at that short market place and for the visitors as well in the same way! Subhadra is not after all a child who may have lost the one way road to follow which I used to do twice a day and if that is so then what is the use of her two elder brothers Balram and jagannath sitting both sides of her all the way! I felt disgusted when I with my father had to stand still for more than one hour at any narrow small  jalebi stall or any toy shop or any other shops selling sweets ,papads,ghugni ect. while the chariot would haveṣ been pulled out by the countless visitors with the chains tied to the Rath vehicle.The slogan was.. ” Jay baba Jagannath!” ,and I did not find out why was this preference for the god Jagannath as there were two figures more in the vehicle pulled out? and it might create quarrel in the Goddess or gods themselves I was quite sure for that! Sometimes the excitement of the devotees went on to an extent that if some one happened to be run over by the chariot no one was there being ready to pay attention to that guy at that moment! So many of them had witnessed to that brutal experience too! 

By the way I was to visit the fair with my friend then.at 4 O’clock we started walking towards the market place. Our first priority was to visit a jalebi stall and the next visit was at a fast food centre just beside the main road on which the chariot was to be pulled after some time.I was little interested in all that was going to happen next and my interest  was rather in the “ CHAW” we ordered to the shopkeeper who was cooking for us.My friend also did not elicit any sign of interest in pulling chariot rather he time to time kept pinging me on saying “ taratari kheyenis kintu ekhuni rath chole asle r khaoa hobe na bujhli? I said “ok I will try”. But when we were served the dishes I noticed that it was never possible for me to have the dish in short order as it was too hot!

It was only when we just began to eat CHAW we heard  the enchanting slogan “ jay baba jagannath”.The shopkeeper  was busy with other customers and took hardly any heed of us .My friend  being stand,I noticed ,was about to finish the half of the plate given to him. I couldn’t understand how  could a boy have so fast,taking a mouthful of CHAW,and almost devouring them in at once! I felt it unnecessary for a moment rather I was relishing the plateful of CHAW,I was given, as much as possible, sitting on a bench.When I was just able to finish half of the plate I noticed my friend was gazing at me without blinking his eye lids and chewing very slowly, eating almost nothing though on his plate there was still two or three spoonfuls of CHAW left.I did not quite understand what was actually going to happen with him as well as me too.When we had made eye contact he was furious-faced in his appearance.I still had half of the dish and I could hear continuously the chanting slogan ‘ Jay baba Jagannath!’, getting louder in every moment.The more it was approaching near  the greater was its enchanting slogan leaving us almost deaf for a while.Added to it there were beating of drums and the instruments like ghanta with shanka and the mixed sound effect of them was so loud that one could feel them at the core of one’s heart.I was left a complete deaf too amid the demonic  sound celebration.Suddenly I felt on my back an extra beating with a pain but when I turned around , found my friend vanished into the moving crowd, a wave of people gesturing with the drum beats and ghanta. I got confused for a moment as I would be unable to give any excuses to the shopkeeper of my disappeared friend and without thinking anything I myself started running  towards my house. I did not know why I continue to run but it was only when I saw him standing beside the road near our locality my feet stopped at once.Now my brain began to respond in itself.I could see my friend , I went to him and asked him, “Why did you leave hurriedly without paying your bill like a thief ?”. He answered “you fool ! do you think I am going to pay him off? I never ! that was my trick to cheat him!HA..HA.”  I replied “I am going to pay off the bill. And you too should!”. “ You are a coward! You got afraid...HAHAHA...!!! “ he said. “Neither I am a coward nor am I a fool and nor a thief like you.I am going to the shopkeeper. I will give him my payment and tell him your name too if he asked me about your disappearance.I must tell him your father’s name and the address if it is necessary.” I said.

I started walking towards the market and after reaching there once more I found the shopkeeper still busy with other customers.I kept thinking what I should say to him. By the way, I gave him the payment and when he just asked me “ where did you go ? and where is your friend who came with you?.” “ I have lost him in the crowd passing by  at that moment.I tried to find him but he was nowhere .I would like to pay off the cost of his dish too.”I said and paid off the bill but knew that I told a lie.and I had just turned around to come back and saw my friend was there to give the payment to the shopkeeper .”your friend just paid off the bill so you needn’t. “ He had already seen me and there was once again another eye contact between us but this time I was smiling and he was smiling too...!

The two Thieves

 It had been only a week since I arrived in Bhaindar. This is one of the suburban areas of the city, Mumbai. As if my fate, to play something different now, was to be sealed for some particular period of time in that dense forest of concrete. For a boy growing up in the thorough lap of greeneries, this atmosphere was such that there was nothing common in that city to identify his childhood with. A feeling of depression was overpowering my soul, leaving me deeply nostalgic over my rural life leaving just a few days back. I was convinced that life would be so colorful as soon as I would arrive in Mumbai and that too without the nearness of my parents. How idiotic that was! Yes, there were colors and black & white were those. Neither did there be any way to guess when a new day starts with a New Sun with its sunshine nor was there any greetings for a new Moon with its moonlight accompanying the stars in the evening. When I would talk to my MaaBaba over the phone I never let my voice slip and did not want to yield to crying and tears. You know what, there was a trick I just always wanted to play when it comes to the matter of hiding my emotions while talking over the phone to my faraway parents and dear ones as well. While talking to my parents I always tried to talk louder than the required tone so that, my voice, if gets shuttered by chance, my emotions are not likely to get exposed to them and I was habituated to it well by time. Yes, I couldn't help disclosing my weaknesses and it happened once when I was talking to my grandfather who was scolding me over the phone and I was just torn down to the core of my heart. At times, it just came to my mind that I should leave all these boring stuff and go home right now! At the weekend, usually on Sundays, I used to dial a number of a STD Booth in our locality where my parents would wait eagerly at a shop at the given time to get my voice. I, while hearing their voice, felt the same smell of wet mud I used to walk on while returning back home from school in my village. I kept trying to imagine as if at the end of our play when the setting sun was about to leave, I would be returning back along the narrow path of my village towards my house. I saw other boys who were older than me but facing the same situation I had been doing there. I found a lad in a shop next to ours. He, as being more experienced, knew all the roads and their directions in the area and gave me good guidance whenever it was required. We soon became friends with each other. It was on a Sunday that we visited a nearby khadi, a narrow channel happened to get distracted from the sea and make its way towards the outskirts of the suburb. This was only after visiting that place that I just felt a bit relaxed after one week of my arrival there. This place later on became one of my cherished sites in Mumbai. Each Sunday morning I used to go to play cricket and for the rest of my business days I liked to go running to keep myself physically fit. By the way, we both spent a while sitting there. A soothing breeze was continuing and we saw small foamy waves breaking upon the shore, children playing with balloons, some of them making castles, people from various communities having their good times. The charming sea sight with the sun dipping into the sea I will never forget. Every ripple of the sea, as if, was making itself known with the last ray of the setting sun. The khadi was partially surrounded by some visible hills and some islands. Across the khadi there was a bridge stretching the Railway tracks towards the last station, Nalasupara. We just did not want to leave the place we sat on but were compelled to start walking for the workshops. It was too late and both of us got afraid of scolding in the workshops of our respective Maliks. We took a shortcut and this was a lonely ,straight, narrow lane coming to its end where it gets the access to the main road towards Our workshops .It seemed that now this lonely path got overlooked by all the passerbys who used to take this for granted when to save time and distance necessarily. We were soul goers at that moment and I noticed my mate looking backwards frequently and making me aware of walking as fast as possible. I was totally ignorant of what was going on as the path was too dark to see ahead. Suddenly I felt my hand grab and a whispering coming in my ears..." samne keu aachhe sabdhan!". I asked, " Who?" We stopped and he replied, " Mone hoy dujon police". It was only after hearing these words I felt my heart beating because if we were asked about our doings and present living we would be exposed as child labours. We were not allowed to roam freely as if it was a sort of 'Chor police khela'. I saw two men were busy urinating beside the path ahead and we had to go forward past them behind. We could not turn backwards because we had already been visible to them. We couldn't but go forward as if we were trapped by them. We were just about to leave them behind and a hiss came from there. " Yea chore rouk rouk," One of them asked us. We stopped and stood stand still. Meanwhile one of them came close to us and started checking us one by one in a rubbish way. Having found nothing in both of my pockets the constable got angry and then holding both of my arms shouted at me and asked me with a shudder " kaha gaya tha re motherc**d?" I felt as if my throat got locked and I couldn't say anything but I tried to answer them with a sigh, "khadi pe ghum ne gayatha Sahab." My tears was about to roll down my cheeks when he gave me a rough push at my chest. I just in a way managed to stay on my feet. "Chal nikal yeaha se, nikal.. bahenc**d!" As of now I did not notice where my friend was and what actually was also going on with him. He also had to face the same rubbish inhumane interrogation as I went through. But at last we were left free to go when they found it meaningless to find money in our pockets as we didn't have money either. After we both walked a while I looked at my friend smiling. He looked at me and said, " you acted well, otherwise they were not supposed to leave us soon." I said, "Acted?" " Yes, you cried as I did " he replied. I kept thinking whether my friend was really acting... "

 

A SINISTER DREAM ( A ghost)

Happy journey!

 

This was the pink city Joypur where I happened to visit once. 14th days had already passed and I was being accompanied by the two fellows to the Jaypur Railway station from where I, would set in for Dadar, Mumbai by train. I came here as a diamond setter to work for a workshop from Mumbai. During those 14 days It had been proved that I was not that matured enough to be paid by the Malik rather a foolish one who ,most of the time, would like to keep quiet and didn't have the guts to mug the rights when it was necessary. Some of my colleagues  suggested to me , " Rana, Tumi chole jao Mumbai, Ai Malik tomay takai debena. Tumi jano amader koto taka akhhono dayni..." So I decided to leave as this world has nothing to do with my honesty but my bogus appearance and smartness.  

I was standing with my only small bag and listening to the announcements of the train which was to depart within a few minutes ahead. Though I was on the platform, I had to wait for those companions going to collect the ticket for my journey.At a distance, suddenly I happened to see them running fast towards me. At length, I was legally permitted to pick up the train waiting on the platform nearby, as I had already got the ticket in my hand. Suddenly there was a whistle and They started pushing me inside a compartment through a narrow door and the Malik , taking out two notes of hundread and fifty rupees respectively , placed them into my chest pocket ." Ai Rana, eta rakh, dorkar lagbe." Saying this, both of them departed quickly. I was, then, in such an unimaginable state of mind that I couldn't explain. I never expected these circumstances might have happened to myself ever. It's ok that I was not paid, but what about the situation? I was standing with my bags and would possibly complete this journey this way! Literally, I had to cry in myself and remember my parents as such a tough situation I had never been to ever.  

 It was 3:16 P.M. and I just managed to squish myself into the compartment with my bag. It was crowded enough and I was busy observing around and searching for a place if left open to me to get myself aside. The place inside the compartment was like something I was not familiar with. I realised that I had never boarded such a compartment before. I was standing in front of a window, allowing me to get a view of the outsiders. But my attention was rather to what was happening inside the compartment. At every moment we, the passengers who were struggling to keep ourselves straight on our feet, were being thrashed continuously by each other's pushing. There were six berths loaded, half of each full of luggage and the rest of the space occupied by two passengers in the berths each. But suddenly My eyes fell on the man with his kolossal appearance who was sitting on one of the two upper berths with his veiled wife who kept fanning him continuously whereas the man himself sat with his majestic outlook doing nothing but was in course of preparing tobaco. His stomach was so big one that might be compare to a " MATIR JALA" The train started departing the platform with a long whistle and it was only when the narrow door I had passed through few minutes back came to my attention. Some people were still running to board the compartment through the door and when speed was gaining gradually one of them was still running alongside by gripping the handle outside the door and the people standing there was giving him a loud cheer shouting..." Aaja andar..! Aaja.aaja..Andar aaja...! "... to provide him with the necessary courage he needed at the moment and honestly, at last he managed to get himself inside the compartment with his best effort. And with this the door got locked, making all of us prisoners for the time it would arrive at the next station. But it was just the beginning and I was really ignorant of what was going to happen to myself in the hours to come. At the station when I had caught the train and boarded, it was fairly crowded but when it arrived at the next station I got really afraid of the scenario inside. 

 The train having arrived the next platform I saw outside through the window some people running towards the locked door and once unlocked there was hardly anyone to leave the compartment rather there was a tremendous force coming inside when a folk of passengers was trying to board the compartment while some were pushing and hitting one another lest they got left on the platform and being unable to get themselves inside. Yes, they had to end up missing the opportunity as the halt was to come to its end as it was hardly one minute that they were allowed to get in. Now it was much more crowded inside and I found myself in new surroundings.There were some new crews making violence and One of them, being healthiest among others was becoming too violent that he was roughly hitting and pushing others continuously to get a place to his choice. Now, the man who was sitting on the upper berth and kept noticing the happenings from the above just gave a so loud roar to that guy that it made the whole compartment completely silent. " Tu Kya chatahe may niche utru...!" The man from the berth just asked the man standing on the floor. But he didn't dear to make noise anymore.

I couldn't recognize the passengers I had seen when I boarded earlier. Actually, they were partially replaced by some new passengers and some of them, I found, were resting upon the racks like lizards glued to those surfaces with their luggage keeping aside. It was such an unimaginable scene that it was comparable to that of lollipops completely covered with ants over there. The force with its new crews continued to come inside. Unexpectedly, there was a Chacha standing my right side and just asked me.." Beta Kaha ka safer hay?" I answered.." Dadar Jana hay". Then he asked, " ish kamremey pahelibar ho Kya? Tum baith jao beta, kab tak nak sidha rakh ke khara rahoge? Avi baith jao, nahito baad may ish jaga v nehi bachhega khara rahene ka. Ane wale station may or vi log ayenge tab? Tumhara safar lamba hay r avi pura raat Jana hay tumhey. May aagle station may utar jaunga, tum ish jaga lelena." I couldn't believe that such a decent man might be there in that situation there. In my ignorance when I was hesitant enough to sit on where I had to stand, the man nearly at the age of over 55, wearing their traditional hat and kurta pajama, had been keeping eyes on me and was compelled to give me his kind suggestions. 

Suddenly there happened to be a sudden pushing wave of the crowd that had,at last, completely fallen upon my body leaving me almost landed on some other passengers sitting around. I tried to lift myself upwards but in vain and almost crying and shouting as there were four or five people more ladened on my body leaving me completely helpless.At length, some how I was able to make myself sit on the floor but where is my bag which was hanging with my neck and yes , it was still there! My forehead got hit with someone's and I felt its left side hurt. I was no more in a situation to stand up once again and was perspiring and left without food and water too... Actually, I had no idea of this journey at all. 

When I was said to be fired I had thought that they would get me a reservation ticket at least, as I was not being paid. But I was telling myself..." Yes, you have been cheated..." I was sitting with my bag hugging my knees and was packed up with the pressure from the fellow passengers.Some of them were sitting but almost all of them yielded to a certain drowsiness after four or five hours of struggling. I too, started to fall into sleep but I was unable to do so.Time to time someone's throwing hands or legs began to hit my head or shoulders to make me remember that I was in the Current Dabba. I found myself to be the same state with the animals that are tortured and carried inhumanly into a wagon in the same manner in which we were being carried by The Indian Railways. It had been ten hours already that I was not able to use the bathroom that was only one for all the packed passengers and if I be stand for a while I was quite sure that I was going to loose the place I had been sitting on. Though I was without water and food it was not so necessary as I would have been unable eat in such an unhygienic circumstance. An unknown smell was all over the compartment and I was not sure if there might be a vomiting there or something else pouring every where and making me feel dizziness. I really felt it was necessary to drink some water now but I couldn't speak a word. It was only when someone abusing and pushing me by his leg I awoke up and immediately made myself shaped with that knee-hug pose. Unfortunately I felt drowsy and my back happened to be over the legs of other crews. The darkness of the sky was getting fade with time and the dawn was to arrive. Now there was another problem I started feeling the necessity of using the bathrooms but couldn't help sitting without making any movement. 

I noticed the compartment was a bit offloaded and leaving some space open to all of us. Suddenly , I saw a guy ,who was a lame, trying to walk with one of his legs, as there was some spaces open but was sitting down frequently. I noticed his one of his legs being septic and swelled and that was the cause of that smell I felt since last night. There was an unoccupied sit also and I decided to change my place there. But when I went there to sit next to the passenger who was sitting and sleeping beside, he didn't allow me to be there and I also felt unhappy and got back to my previous position. I just, by hook and crook wanted to reach at the station, Dadar. I was eagerly waiting to go to bathroom then drink water and eat some food after getting down the compartment as soon as possible. At last, the train was to arrive at my sought after station, Dadar. I realized, "it doesn't matter how much worst the time goes on , it must come to its end no matter how long it takes to reach its climax." It was 7 O'clock and I, got down from the compartment to get myself a sigh of relief. I saw some T.Ds checking tickets and I touched my chest pocket and there were those notes with the ticket and written " Wishing You A Happy Journey" over there...

What I am...

I am not what you present me to be before others. Neither am I that which I myself present before others. Having been influenced by one or more catalysts emanating from a specific sociocultural milieu, the spontaneous responses that I give is what I really am...

তুমি ঠিক যে ভাবে আমাকে অন্যের কাছে উপস্থাপনা করে থাকো, আমি সেটা নয়। এমন কি আমি নিজের উপস্থাপনা অন্যের কাছে ঠিক যে ভাবে করে থাকি, আমি সেটাও নই। একটি নির্দিষ্ট সমাজ পরিবেশ হতে সৃষ্ট এক বা একাধিক পার্শ্ব ক্রিয়ার দ্বারা প্রভাবিত হয়ে আমি যে সাময়িক স্বতস্ফূর্ত ও স্বাভাবিক প্রতিক্রিয়া দিয়ে থাকি , সেটাই "আমি" ।

সোমনাথ...

The relation between the girl child and the God kartik

Especially in our Bengali society, a male child is usually regarded as the waterman assuming sailing the boat of dynasty on behalf of its forefathers in future. The specific culture, to worship Kartik idol by family members to give birth a baby, better to say a male child, by its fortunate Mother in a family leaves a mark of this phenomenal practice in the 21st century. A would be Mother is always at a psychological stake due to the prayers who are always busy praying for a male child to God just in front of herself. But the fact is that God kartik too does seldom make them happy with their cherished wishes! In other words, he betrays the prayers most of the time by not allowing their shout after wanting and even sometimes he is to be the culprit being accused of not allowing a baby itself! The mother giving birth to a girl child is usually subjected to inhumane treatment most of the time in our so-called modern society. She deserves nothing but curse from others. She also keeps calculating in her own mind while praying about what had been the miscalculations committed and what led to giving birth to a girl child. As God kartik himself is a cute boy what is wrong with him to grant others the same! Contrary, a mother giving birth to a boy child is considered as the Laxmi in the family. She deserves more love & blessings!  The newly born boy child too gets the same course as his mother. Again the newly born girl child is very lucky in a way as she had not had to be killed by drugs or any surgery earlier, as it were also very much possible when she was attached into her mother's ovary. God kartik sometimes disguised as a girl child comes in mother's dream and makes a request to her, " please don't kill me..." In this 21st century, when someone praying to God for gaining a child is as not desirable as at the same time not acceptable is the practice by any family members who are pro-patriarchal in their perspectives as well!... 

Time and Tenses

 Hi... Readers...! I hope you all are well! Today I am here with a new article for you. OK, just imagine what it would be like if you are going to get a basic idea of learning TENSE of English in a very short event. Yes...! I have for you from its starting to its end a short & simple story. You had better have 12 lines for 12 tenses in all in which each line of it very clearly carries each tense one by one according to the time of action done in it. I hope it will be interesting to learn TENSE at an event itself. For the readers' convenience there is the chart listed below: 

1. Present indefinite (Simple present)

2. Present continuous

3. Present perfect continuous

4. Present perfect 

5. Past indefinite  (simple past)

6. Past continuous 

7. Past perfect continuous

8. Past perfect 

9. Future indefinite (simple future)

10. Future continuous 

11. Future perfect continuous 

12.  Future perfect

A story of a Doctor

1.(Simple Present)[বর্তমান কাল] [ S+V(s/es)+(O)] একজন ডক্টর বাবু সকাল 7 টায় তার বাড়ী থেকে রওনা দেন।

 2.(Present Continuous) [S+am/is/are+V+ing+(O)] একদিন তিনি মোটর সাইকেল চেপে আসছেন। 

3.(Present perfect continuous)[S+have/has+been+V+ing+(O)+for/since/from/+time ] তিনি *2 ঘণ্টা ধরে* আসছেন। 

4. (present Perfect) [S+have/has+past participle+(O) ] তিনি সকাল 9 টায় জাঙ্গীপাড়া পৌঁছালেন। 

5.(Simple past) [অতীতকাল] [S+past tense of V+(O)]* এখন 11 টা বাজে, সুতরাং তিনি *2 ঘন্টা আগে* এখানে এসেছেন। [* তাহলে তিনি *2 ঘণ্টা ধরে* রুগী দেখছেন। ]- please see the 3rd sentence...

6.(Past Perfect continuous) [S+had been+V+ing+(O)+for/since+time ] তিনি যখন *2 ঘণ্টা ধরে* মোটর সাইকেলে আসছিলেন,7.(Past Continuous) *.[S+was/were+V+ing+(O)] কিছু রুগী অপেক্ষা করছিলেন। 

8.(Past perfect) *The 1st incident [S+had+ past participle+(O)] and The second (Simple past) [S+past tense of V+(O)] তার আসতে একটু দেরী হওয়াতে কিছু রুগী *তার এসে পৌঁছানোর আগেই* চলে গেলেন। 

9.[ ভবিষ্যৎ কাল] ( Simple future) [S+shall/will+V+(O)] আরও *2 ঘণ্টা পরে* তিনি চলে যাবেন। 

10.(Future continuous) [S+shall/will+be+V+ing+(O)] সুতরাং এখন তিনি রুগী দেখতে থাকবেন। 

11.(Future perfect continuous) [S+shall/will+have+been+V+ing+(O)+for/before+time] তিনি এখনো *2 ঘণ্টা রুগী দেখবেন।* 

12.(Future perfect) [S+shall/will+ have+past participle+(O)+before/by]  আশা করছি *2 ঘণ্টার মধ্যেই* তিনি সমস্ত রুগী দেখে ফেলবেন। 

By going through this event properly we will easily be able to get the besic idea of each individual tenses of English ... 

If you think it is useful in any way , please leave a comment below... Thank you...!

The Sanitized 25th Dec

 

Hello Santa...! We haven't seen you ever but felt a sanitised feeling that Santa Claus had with his sanitised appearance... Oh Santa...! Please make us sanitised. Please give us a sanitized 25th Dec this year. Please lead this planet in a sanitised direction. Please bless us with sanitized love... a sanitized personality and a sanitised self as well. Pleases come on this aspiring day with your lovely smile to get us sanitised with your love... Please give no more gifts, but your company only...! Masks are also a must! So please wear it, as we all have almost been affected by Covid-19. We aren't afraid of it anymore, but yes, don't want you to get affected too. We love you so much Santa! You had better remain absent from this occasion this year dear... Please wait until we all get sanitized or vaccinated, my dear 🎅...! 

As we all know the Santas across the world are none but our dear loved💞ones! It doesn't matter who are behind the happiness they offer beautifully with their loving selves... 💞💐🙏😌 We never want our Santas to be affected any more! 2020 has already nabbed our Santas regardless of numbers! We don't want to lose you dears! Please be safe for us... take precautions required. We know we will be waiting for you this time too... But please believe that this Waiting also has its beauty & taste in itself... 💞 Love you sooo so much Santas! Merry Christmas...!💐💞🙏😌