My father shifted from West Bengal to Orissa when he was 10 years old.My grand mother was sitting near the railway station as there was no place to go.One couple who had no children were very kind d to offer some space outside his house to stay.My grand mother was doing all house hold work of his house to manage cost of living for her three sons,My elder father was working in the fields. My father he didn't like to do the work.He was wondering here and there in whole village.My grand mother was very distraught as his schooling was in bengali medium and here the language was oriya.My father could not continue schooling.My grand mother tried to put him with a shop keeper in Balasore, nearest town.It was a sweet shop.when the shopkeeper was not around , my father used to eat many sweets which were favourite to him.One day, the shopkeeper caught and threw him out.All these I had heard from my father only.While saying this, he himself laughed a lot.
The same boy became a business man with his own effort and determination.
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Some more things I had heard about his childhood.When his mother left Midnapore, he was only nine years old.He had to stay in his uncle's house.He was studying in class IV.He stopped going school after his mother left.One day, his teacher came to his uncle's house to esquire about him.He advised uncle to send him for appearing the test.He even suggested that if there is no money for the fees he can offer a pumpkin instead which was hanged in the room.My father was not lucky enough to pay even pumpkin as school fees.He continued to assist his uncle in the fields with his physical labour for food.
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When my grand mother was able to manage some work in the village "Patara" near Balasore ,he called for other two sons from Midnapur.My elder father and my father , 15 years old and 10 years old started journey with some puffed rice tied in a piece of cloth .They got into the train at Belda station without tickets .The elder brother advised ,"We don't have tickets.We should not occupy any seats." They seated on the stairs only without entering the floor of the train.It was a rainy day.Rain started pouring water.They were wet.Still they did not enter.The train started crossing Subarnarekha bridge.The river was full with rain water as it was rainy season."Hold the handles tight bhai!".Both were nervous with fear of falling from train.' Hi children , come inside,you are completely wet.'.They entered into the train compartment.
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He could not continue in the village,Orissa.He was driven away by the shop keeper,Balasore.What next? His mother sent two brothers to Kolkata with a far relative to search some small work.They were engaged in a biscuit factory.My father was very happy to do the work as he had lot of biscuit to eat.In the mean time both of them got the job of laboratory attendant in Bidyasagar College.They were happy.My elder father continued Education in evening schools and colleges and completed BSc.And my father..he could not continue .He took care of his brother in every possible way to support him.After cooking, washing clothes he had lot of time to loitre here and there.He was watching all the Bengali movies of Uttam Kumar, visiting all the places near by and learning how the people are involved in business.The experiences of years made my father a good business man who had only education up to Class IV.He started supplying charts and Biological specimens , Chemicals to Schools and Colleges.Now,his business has expanded a lot.My brothers have expanded it in every dimensions.
I joined as TGT (PCM ) at kendriya Vidyalaya, Fort William,Kolkata.I had been born and brought up in a village,Orissa. So on the day of joining I felt suffocated. Previously I had been in Kolkata with my father for visiting.But those were different as when you are excited to see new something you can manage some comfort.Worse part was I was continuing Master in Education in a good college in Orissa. To join the job I had to leave my study which was very painful for me.
The same boy became a business man with his own effort and determination.
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Some more things I had heard about his childhood.When his mother left Midnapore, he was only nine years old.He had to stay in his uncle's house.He was studying in class IV.He stopped going school after his mother left.One day, his teacher came to his uncle's house to esquire about him.He advised uncle to send him for appearing the test.He even suggested that if there is no money for the fees he can offer a pumpkin instead which was hanged in the room.My father was not lucky enough to pay even pumpkin as school fees.He continued to assist his uncle in the fields with his physical labour for food.
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When my grand mother was able to manage some work in the village "Patara" near Balasore ,he called for other two sons from Midnapur.My elder father and my father , 15 years old and 10 years old started journey with some puffed rice tied in a piece of cloth .They got into the train at Belda station without tickets .The elder brother advised ,"We don't have tickets.We should not occupy any seats." They seated on the stairs only without entering the floor of the train.It was a rainy day.Rain started pouring water.They were wet.Still they did not enter.The train started crossing Subarnarekha bridge.The river was full with rain water as it was rainy season."Hold the handles tight bhai!".Both were nervous with fear of falling from train.' Hi children , come inside,you are completely wet.'.They entered into the train compartment.
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He could not continue in the village,Orissa.He was driven away by the shop keeper,Balasore.What next? His mother sent two brothers to Kolkata with a far relative to search some small work.They were engaged in a biscuit factory.My father was very happy to do the work as he had lot of biscuit to eat.In the mean time both of them got the job of laboratory attendant in Bidyasagar College.They were happy.My elder father continued Education in evening schools and colleges and completed BSc.And my father..he could not continue .He took care of his brother in every possible way to support him.After cooking, washing clothes he had lot of time to loitre here and there.He was watching all the Bengali movies of Uttam Kumar, visiting all the places near by and learning how the people are involved in business.The experiences of years made my father a good business man who had only education up to Class IV.He started supplying charts and Biological specimens , Chemicals to Schools and Colleges.Now,his business has expanded a lot.My brothers have expanded it in every dimensions.
I joined as TGT (PCM ) at kendriya Vidyalaya, Fort William,Kolkata.I had been born and brought up in a village,Orissa. So on the day of joining I felt suffocated. Previously I had been in Kolkata with my father for visiting.But those were different as when you are excited to see new something you can manage some comfort.Worse part was I was continuing Master in Education in a good college in Orissa. To join the job I had to leave my study which was very painful for me.
It was not that somebody from home compelled me at the time of interview.It was due to flow that I have finished Graduation, so next step is job. But at the time of leaving hostel , I was literally crying.
The whole day my father was sitting on the visitor desk.The school bell rang.I returned home with my father.Home means only a rented room in college street,Kolkata with no physical comfort.In the same room, we were cooking.We means my father, I was helping only to cook vegetables.I was 23 years old that time.But I did't have any experience of cooking.There were some reasons behind my incapability. As I was very good at studies and most of the times I was helping my younger brothers and sisters my mother and aunt were compromising with me.My grand mother's three son had fourteen children.I was at third position according to age.I could manage my younger brothers and sisters very nicely by telling stories as I had a good memory and I loved reading story books.When there was some urgency, my didi was cooking and I was managing washing utensils.
But my father taught me cooking of dal,rice and meat which were his favourite.Since he had a small business and the base was Kolkata he could manage to stay with me. He supplies physical laboratory apparatus , chemicals and Biological specimen for colleges and school.
Baba continued to cook as I became very tired after returning and everyday I announced same dialogue " This school is not good,the students are not good. will go home.I will join college again."
He tried to make me happy by cooking himself.One saturday evening,while he put oil on the pan and it became so hot and caught fire.Baba wipped out the oil from the pan with his palm only.His palm burnt.I screemed and shouted why did you do with your palm? " There is picric acid in this room.I could realized the danger my father avoided.I had read in Chemistry honours that picric acid is used as an explosive.It was nine o' clock in evening.Me and Baba went to Shani mandir to give Puja.We brought Kachori and it was the dinner of that night.After the incident I insisted my father to shift a better house and I helped mindfully in cooking.When my mother came to know about the incident, she stopped nonveg eating on Saturday.My father has died.But I have the same practice, that I don't take non veg on saturdays.
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