Sir.

The boy was 14 years old studying in class -IX of a suburbun school. Incidentaly he was very complacent as he used to stood first in his class . One day A young teacher with bright eyes came to their class and started lecturing about meditation. The young boy felt a magnetic attraction towards him. In couple of days that young man always accompanied with smell of Charminar pinned the baloon of complacence of this boy and hit him by saying that his complacence are not on the foudation of knowledge but ignorance .

The boy has never seen a teacher before that who recites Rabindaranath , Budhadeb basu , Jibanannda in the mathematics class

The jigantic personality of that teacher soon transformed this young student as one of his strong follower.

The intellectual world started becoming evident to the student of class-IX through This teacher . Science- Art - literature - Politics - religion - a world of argument thinking rethnking and development all are transformed through that beloved teacher My "TAPAN BABU"

The young boy grew up entered in to the Scottish church college came across Student politics attracted towards Marxism had a huge confrontaion with his teacher on Marxism on Atheism .

To his surprise the young boy observed, though his teacher confronts with him with a deeper knowledge and conviction but always encourages to think independently never commanded that as teacher his opinion should be regarded.

That student of class IX never noticed that he has turned young citizen of India and bonded with his teacher with passion ,respect geniosity , friendship and love

He shared his love and pain with his teacher . He felt that there is magnanimous shelter in his teacher and took defence under it whenever he was blooded in the struggle of his life

The young student is now of old man of fifty . The teacher was old and fighting with dreadly disease parkinson.

The poison of the desease has taken all his weapons he cannot move , cannot talk clearly but still he is fighting with his sharp intellect , bright eyes and undaunted smile

how can a man of strong believer of good , honest to the extreme and a staunch supporter of god now live under mercy .

Painful, my heart is quenching with pain. My beloved teacher , a man of self esteem a man of high intelect an complete teacher in all respect
deserves a glorious departure, why he is deprived why why ?

LONLINESS

Now a days I am feeling very lonely , deserted . A machine only performing his routine job.

Nobody is really kin to share my feelings. The office is like a drug to booz me once that drouziness is over I rediscover my self a lonely deserted man is walking on this planet

ELO MELO KICHU KATHA

Keno janina manta bhari bisanna hae ache . Kemon jeno mane hache sur kete geche. Jibaner ananda jeno anektai nisprava . benche thakata jeno prayojon haye parche .

Banchar Ananda , bhalobasar Ananda , sabi jeno nisprayojon.

DEATH ----- AN END or A BEGINING

August -- 1st August '89 I lost my "BAPI" I don't know really did I lost him? Every moment I feel him I miss him .This August 2010 on 1st Mejamama's Sradh ritual has been performed . One man added in the que of my memory How long it will be ! . 28th August Dipak ( my college friend Dipak ) lost his brother . No words to express my grief .

Is death is an ultimate end or a process of continuity of life . I dont know but it is painful to accept that one morning I will not be there.
" Jibana maraner Simana charae bandhu go tumi ke acho darae"

THE HEARSE

We stepped in our new flat in the year 2003. Since very first day in my new flat I was attracted to just opposite flat of my bedroom in "RITAYAN APT"

An old man wearing a white Dhoti and baniyan used to stand on his varanda with a news paper or some times he and his wife were burgaining the prices of vegitable from Varandah. I was curious as I could guess this old couple are lonely .latter on I came to know their son is staying abroad.

Some times in the evening I saw this old couple was watching TV . I don't know when but suddenly I am attracted towards this old couple and thought perhaps they are similar picture of us in our old days .. I kept on looking to their flats . Sometimes I saw untimely spring in thir Flat .. I saw some miidle aged man there and came to know he is the son of this old couple after few days again the same old loneliness engulfed their apartment.

The lady was the perfect image of Indian Wife with white sari and red varmilions are prominent on her white hairs . Many a times I saw her directing her maid for caring their plants in Varandah.

I dont know when I became sadened observing the monotonous tune of their day to day life and started attaching my near futures with them.
I shared this feeling with Ranjana , my wife.

The night before yesterday again I felt many peoples presence in their flat I told Ranjana perhaps their son has come . I was very happy by thinking some good time is due for this old couple.

Yesterday morning I took leave from my office I was sipping my second round of tea I saw the hearse entered the gate of "RITAYAN APT" .

The old lady was waiving her hands for final good bye to her beloved and only companion to her

The wreath offered to the deceased person by co flat owner contains the tag "In memory of Kumud Ranjan banerjee "

Oh.. the old man ...my future image I never went a few farlong ahead to get introduced with them I got introduced yesterday to Mr Kumud Ranjan Banerjee

GOOD BYE SIR.

JADI JANTEM AMAR MANER BAYTHA .......

MELANCHOLY PREVAILS ........

TINI BRIDHYO HALEN

Life is to some extent pale now . The gray hairs are continuously reminding me that hey you have already crossed 100 miles .

BUt my heart retaliates so what evn at the age of 50 why cant I still thrilled with the colour of life who stops me to embrace the romantisicim.