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i surf the internet searching for people i had known and i also call people over phone to find out places and people i had known and shall never visit again
i order dresses and books; i shall not have time to wear or read. i often end up buying multiple copies of the same.
i do not find student or contemporaries from my primary school. they have disappeared. i was in the primary school for five years. i was average and my position was within first 4 but never first or second.
biswanath stood first 3 times and sudip surojit remaining times. sudip continued with me for two more years and later he disappeared. while in college when i used to visit chittaranjan; i met bhaskar several times then. he was a very good friends. biswanath i met once and he was studying medicine then, he regretted that he had no more in touch with mathematics. he is still near chittaranjan and a family practitioner.
khuku a girl classmate and neighbor dropped out of school because of illness.there were others avik santa anamika shyamal; i saw them afterwards for some years and then never again.
before i went to school my next door neighbor a young man dhruva was my mentor when all had gone to school or job. he came to live with his brother and was unemployed. that was the time when knowledge was distributed in the air by way of songs through loudspeakers. dhruva da used to give some meaning of those songs to me. he used to teach me words having completely opposite meanings depending on the context. after sometime he vanished from my context and i did not see him again.
in that colony there were 72 households. on occasions such as holi vijoya etc we used visit each household irrespective of their beliefs. another event had a lasting memory for me. it is before durga puja some image builder used to come from some other place and start building image from clay on a structure made from hay wood and bamboo. they began at nothing. it used to take about a month to build the image. it needed to be complete one day before the puja. i used to spend many hours watching the progress of image of durga and her family taking shape.
i have tried in later life many art forms from image making music painting; except for painting i was not very successful. the other day one person came to my house to replace two doors. this took about total 10 to 12 hours. he was a white american with dual citizenship. he is citizen of philippines because of his spouse who is filipino. he was working and i was just watching. he suddenly stopped working and asked me if my spouse was singing. i said it was so. he said he heard some instrument earlier. it is so common in my home that i never thought it can cause surprise for anyone. most bengali girls habitually sing in their home. my daughter too was a good singer even at the school here. but left practicing after school. for sometime till about 4 or 5 years back she was practicing dancing but no longer any more.
my mother was also an artist but it was craft oriented - creating clay model negatives, stiching, embroidering, knitting, handloom cooking confectionery and sweets etc. she was excellent. but she did not like music to be practiced at our home. she considered education is more important than musical aptitude. she did not have any musical talent. children in my home at joya's care have musical aptitude and can reproduce tunes from rhymes and they try to render their voice with synthesizer or her singing. while in noida she for many years struggled with an art and craft school for painting ceramic batik toy making soft toys and twenty different other hand crafts. it was not very successful. later she started a school with two other music teachers. that too was not successful except for my daughter earned a diploma in classical. my son did not have any musical talent. my seven years in college i spent lot of time with my friends in medical college and i did not have any respect of any person there. they were greedy unbalanced alcoholics and drug addicts. they took many years to even graduate. many did not. on the other hand joya was bent upon making my daughter to go into medicine. zinia tried half heartedly and could not make it. she made a compromise and was a professional genome worker doing research into cancer for about 12 years. but now she is most probably into IT data analysis. I am not sure. she started studying cse but she was perhaps provoked to leave that by her mother; she had very strong urge to make her daughter a physician.
they appeared from nowhere and unknown; they were part of my daily life and known; then they started disappearing from my daily life; and now again they are unknown. along with them i appeared and wormed my way through passage of time and gathered weight and activities and lost the same with their disappearance; i know the unknown and its permanent place in my life. that never changes or disappear.
the sun that never sets.
i order dresses and books; i shall not have time to wear or read. i often end up buying multiple copies of the same.
i do not find student or contemporaries from my primary school. they have disappeared. i was in the primary school for five years. i was average and my position was within first 4 but never first or second.
biswanath stood first 3 times and sudip surojit remaining times. sudip continued with me for two more years and later he disappeared. while in college when i used to visit chittaranjan; i met bhaskar several times then. he was a very good friends. biswanath i met once and he was studying medicine then, he regretted that he had no more in touch with mathematics. he is still near chittaranjan and a family practitioner.
khuku a girl classmate and neighbor dropped out of school because of illness.there were others avik santa anamika shyamal; i saw them afterwards for some years and then never again.
before i went to school my next door neighbor a young man dhruva was my mentor when all had gone to school or job. he came to live with his brother and was unemployed. that was the time when knowledge was distributed in the air by way of songs through loudspeakers. dhruva da used to give some meaning of those songs to me. he used to teach me words having completely opposite meanings depending on the context. after sometime he vanished from my context and i did not see him again.
in that colony there were 72 households. on occasions such as holi vijoya etc we used visit each household irrespective of their beliefs. another event had a lasting memory for me. it is before durga puja some image builder used to come from some other place and start building image from clay on a structure made from hay wood and bamboo. they began at nothing. it used to take about a month to build the image. it needed to be complete one day before the puja. i used to spend many hours watching the progress of image of durga and her family taking shape.
i have tried in later life many art forms from image making music painting; except for painting i was not very successful. the other day one person came to my house to replace two doors. this took about total 10 to 12 hours. he was a white american with dual citizenship. he is citizen of philippines because of his spouse who is filipino. he was working and i was just watching. he suddenly stopped working and asked me if my spouse was singing. i said it was so. he said he heard some instrument earlier. it is so common in my home that i never thought it can cause surprise for anyone. most bengali girls habitually sing in their home. my daughter too was a good singer even at the school here. but left practicing after school. for sometime till about 4 or 5 years back she was practicing dancing but no longer any more.
my mother was also an artist but it was craft oriented - creating clay model negatives, stiching, embroidering, knitting, handloom cooking confectionery and sweets etc. she was excellent. but she did not like music to be practiced at our home. she considered education is more important than musical aptitude. she did not have any musical talent. children in my home at joya's care have musical aptitude and can reproduce tunes from rhymes and they try to render their voice with synthesizer or her singing. while in noida she for many years struggled with an art and craft school for painting ceramic batik toy making soft toys and twenty different other hand crafts. it was not very successful. later she started a school with two other music teachers. that too was not successful except for my daughter earned a diploma in classical. my son did not have any musical talent. my seven years in college i spent lot of time with my friends in medical college and i did not have any respect of any person there. they were greedy unbalanced alcoholics and drug addicts. they took many years to even graduate. many did not. on the other hand joya was bent upon making my daughter to go into medicine. zinia tried half heartedly and could not make it. she made a compromise and was a professional genome worker doing research into cancer for about 12 years. but now she is most probably into IT data analysis. I am not sure. she started studying cse but she was perhaps provoked to leave that by her mother; she had very strong urge to make her daughter a physician.
they appeared from nowhere and unknown; they were part of my daily life and known; then they started disappearing from my daily life; and now again they are unknown. along with them i appeared and wormed my way through passage of time and gathered weight and activities and lost the same with their disappearance; i know the unknown and its permanent place in my life. that never changes or disappear.
the sun that never sets.
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