The Transformation

That was the first time I evr saw him,

A young, small, scared face,

A pair of quivering hands----

Highly skilled, not proven though,

He worked more and spoke less

----trying to put in his best

And he took his time to do his job!

It was boring, nevertheless

When I saw myself at the mirror,

Got mighty pleased;

To make a not-so-good-looking face

Appear as if endowed with grace----

It is never easy……… It never is!!!

Saw him again ----

Might have been a year or so!

A lot different this time though,

Grown to the ways of the world---this guy

Bore a taller figure, a ripe face!

The shakyness was gone, so was the awe,

He spoke more and worked less,

Never got me bored,

Not a long wait this time,

Soon he was done with-----

And I looked at the mirror

That reflected an ordinary face!!

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Wrote this one down, aftr having a hair-cut today.........

A Chance

There goes a saying called "THE MILLION-DOLLAR CHANCE".........had nevr known what it was....only faint ideas, obscure images existed.....actually nevr felt lyk knowing it at face-value.......

It was an ordinary day.......nothing unusual, no strange feelings....there was plain nothing......came to collg as usual.....n then heard the name.....it was R.E.GHAW........well, or at least smthin lyk dat......few will claim to have heard the name.......definitely it wasnt a "big bang" of a company....but it was offering us a package that would set anybody's pulse racing.....

9.5-10 lakh Rs. per annum.........for a BE graduate........well, I don have the audacity to describe our feelings at that moment.....it was kinna .......had we gone nuts?.......or they?......we wer sm poor chaps who got entangled in stupid arguments over a mere Rs. 5.....most of us had bagged jobs with packages in the range of 2.7-3.2 lakhs per annum.......& here we were, listening to some astonishingly foreign accent of an associate director of a company that was going to offer some of us an exaggeratingly huge sum......as that guy went through his ppt, i came to learn about the company, its dealings, mode of operation & the diversity of jobs it had to offer......frankly, I was kinna fascinated......

We sat for the apti test.....it was for 55 mins.....& when we came out......most of us were crackin jokes........we had no expectations...at least I had none........nor was I interested.....in spite of that luring package, I had no intention of beginning my career as a software professional.......somehow this field did nt attract me......The result of the apti test would be out in an hour....

At 3:15 pm sharp, I received a phone-call from one of our guyz informing me that the list was out & I, alongwith a few others had been selected for the 2nd round.....that i did nt belive him for a few moments , was a totally different issue.....but when i realized it was true, I felt good for a moment ....but that was just for the sake of feeling good.......it was lyk....."oh !...so i have cleared this one......its good!....I m so talented, man!!"

& then something dawned on me.......I was just not prepared to go for the interview!!......neither physically nor mentally......& I was to be interviewed aftr 1.5 hrs....I had been sssooo casual......neithr had my formal wears....was wearing a "ketoes"......on top of that, I had been out of touch with the very few subjects I had been fond of, during my career as an engineering student......& lo!!!.....there was something more to add to the list.......I soon learnt that I had to carry my resume(or C.V.) alongwith an applicatn form at the interview.......& i had none at the moment.......

for 10 mins, I frantically moved to n fro.......asking every guy i knew if it would mean any harm if I did nt appear for the interview......can u just imagine?......being one of the privileged few selected for the interview......I was trying to shoo away from it.....& not just for the sake of doing that, I really did nt wanna go in & give the interview........

But i had to make a decision & that too, a bit fast.....I had Rs. 50 in my purse......took Rs.100 from a friend, caught a taxi & set off .......when i reached home after 25 mins, i literally jumped out of the taxi, took the lift......as i moved up, i felt for the 1st tym in lyf that i live on the tenth floor of a building....I had my resume in my hard disk....as i changed from my casuals to formals, i tried to take a print-out of the C.V.......& made a mess of it in a hurry......I was suddenly getting reminded about all the messy characters I had read about in stories....& my confidence was taking a deep plunge downward...& then i had a frenetic search for my Seconday & Higher Secondary marksheets, my gradecards......had to arrange them in proper order......dig up a reasonably good-looking file for carrying the essentials......& those were pretty daunting & ominous tasks for the moment......& just when I felt I was ready (physically) to go out for the interview, a friend called me up & said that my name had just been called out at the interview-session....I had kept a constant look at the watch......ther were still 25 mins remaining......!!.....saying that I had 25 mins remaining & I wd reach within that......i hung up....

I again caught a taxi, & on the way, had to fill up my application form......when I reached the campus......it was 2-3 mins remaining......Let me point out at this moment that I am usually pretty confident & can maintain my composure under most circumstances........but at the moment i was a nervous wreck......i had no idea what i would say at the interview & though lack of knowledge can at times be covered up by proper style of presentation & good communication skills, i just knew that it was not to be, this tym......I was quite sure that all thes efforts had been futile, i was nt gonna make it....& as we have had it, we alwayz achieve what we believe....

I made every conscious effort during the interview not to let them get a view of my state of mind, but i gave stupid replies, spoke too quickly & most importantly, i forgot that we shd nt be speaking out our minds during the interview.......

when i came out, i already knew the outcome.......now the wait was really long......once i felt I wd go back home.......but some faint expectation of "A million-rupees chance" kept me there......as i heard responses from my friendz after their interviews, i got dejected more n more & evry second i was getting surer about being rejected......

There was no expectation from my part, it was only frustration....it might seem strange that depression would be getting the bettr of me since from the very beginning, i had no intention of
taking it seriously.....but thats how human mind works!!......when u have the chance to make something happen, u dont give a fair try......when u know ur chances are gone, u repent for not having done something.....

It was a cloudy night....was sitting under the black sky.....i felt i could see inside me.......there was no longer any turmoil, it was as calm as a dead sea......my friends were just beside me.......still they seemed to be miles away.......for the moment i felt as if i had been marooned to some distant corner......where i had nobody to share my feelings.......the feelings which u rear inside u when u know THERE WAS A CHANCE TO MAKE IT BIG.......& NOW IT'S LOST.......

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Penned this down(or rather typed this out) today.........my feelings in a nut-shell......aftr a campus-interview......

NIYOTIR PORIHAAS

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Sei chheleta……naam dhora jaak Vicky!!!!……ar sei meyeta….naam ….tultuli!!abhinnohridoy bondhu dujone!Ora pore kolkatar ek naami school-e!
Oder porichoy bohudiner……sei nursery theke eksaathe pore aaschhe…..ar ekhon?….ora class 11-e….baaro bachhorer gobhir bondhutwo….class-e sadharonto pashapashi boshe ora……
Vicky medhabi…..bishesh kore onke matha khub bhalo……cheharar modhyeo besh buddhir porichoy paoa jay……bhadro ---binoyi –sangjato-----baaire theke bojhar jo nei je classer jatorakom bodmaayeshi-----teacherder pichhone laaga…….sober pichhei royechhe or haat….swabhikbhaabei bondhuder kaachheo darun janopriyo…..kintu ekisaathe or montao udaar…..dushter shiromoni holeo konodin kaaro khoti kore ni ba ichhakritobhaabe kaaro mone aghaat daye ni…..sob miliye o chhilo classer bohu chheler role model…..baba police officer---maa ekti schooler shikkhika….sutorang barite besibhaag somoyei o thaakto eka!…koishorer swabhabik niyomanujayi tai or modhye goreo uthechhilo besh kichhu kuobhyas……tobe hoyto ba or atmosochetanotar jonyei sesob or jibone baro ekta probhaab bistaar korte pare ni!!!!
Apordike tultulio lekhaporay bhalo…..dekhtesunteo mondo noy….mishuke-----sobdik die o chhilo oneker kaachhe priyo…..tobe chaander kalonker mato or chhilo ekta dosh----je kaarone oke araale class-er chhelera “flirt” bolto….!!…o hoyto janto je o jakhon kono chheler dike taakiye haashe ba ekdrishte taakiye thaake takhon oke ograjhyo korar khsamota kaaro thaake na…..or sei haasi ba nispalok dristir modhye royechhe emon kichhu ja je kono purusher shiraay aagun dhoriye dite pare------taar hridoy tolpaar kore tulte pare!!!….ar tultuli ei sujoger sampurno sadbabohar korto….er fole classer bohu chhelero or proti durbalota jonmaato…..kintu jakhoni kono chhele oke sorasori prem nibedon korechhe…….o songesonge take protyakhyan koreche….!!!!!…..sotyi bolte ki, sobai monemone janto je jatoi er-or dike takak ….prokritopokkhe vicky ar raja chhara ar kaukei tultuli sebhabe patta daye na!!----raja ??….vickyr best friend…dinekaale tultulir saatheo bhalo bondhutwo hoe gechhe!
Rajar chehara khub sundar…lomba forsha…..dekhte bhalo….kota chokh…..roj gymnasium-e jaay…..tai figuretao sundar …..swabhikbhaabei mohilamahole khubi janopriyo….tobe baairer sob goon thaakleo vickyr mato janmogato protibha rajar chhilo na---sekatha raja nijeo janto!

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Ghatonata suru holo ebhaabe!
Sedin tultuli or oi adbhut dristi nie taakiye chhilo vickyr dike….Vicky or ei bodgooner katha janto….tai byapartaake patta ditto na….kintu sedin hothat kore je kibhaabe ki hoe gelo!! Vickyo or chokh theke ar chokh sorate parlo na….or chokher bhetor die kon ojana swapner deshe chole gelo!!!!
Kintu koyekmuhurter ei ghor kete jaoamatro Vicky sorasori prosno chhurlo tultulike, “ki dekhchhilis?”
Hashlo tultuli, “keno, toke!”
“keno?hothat?”
“toke amar bhalo laage, tai!!
Erom uttorer por ar kii ba bola jaay!!!chup kore gelo Vicky!
Sedin baari eshe kichhu khelo na Vicky….shuyeshuye bhabte laglo or saathe tultulir prothom alaaper katha----takhon class 5-e pore ora…tultuli ekdin eshe vickyke ekta cadbery dilo…..prothome khub obaak hoechilo Vicky….takhon tultuli jaanay je seta or janmodin upolokkhye…..sei prosonge ora jaante pare oder janmo eki din-e…..5th October!sediner por thekei oder bondhutwo bere gelo!
Aaro kato mojar ghatonai aachhe oder dujonke ghire----sudhu ki moja, dukkho, anondo----ki nei??….esob bhabte bhabte vickyr mon haariye gechhilo sei kon sudur swapnoloke --- hothat ghorir katay chokh jetei chomke uthlo Vicky----eto taratari tin ghanta keto gelo????
Ek soptaher modhyei Vicky bujhte parlo…..o ajkaal tultulir proti ektu beshimatrate durbol hoe porechhe…..sarakkhoni or katha chinta kore ar sob kaaj fele….etodin o tultulike khub bhalo bondhu hishebe dekhe esheche……kintu aajkal oke bondhur thekeo beshi kichhu mone korte shuru koreche!!!!!!….o dekhlo, o tultulike jatota jaane, bojhe, chene----tatota ar kono chhele jaane na…..abar oke onyo kono meye ja chene…..tar theke tultuli onek beshi jaane…..tultulike o jesob katha khule bolte pare….baakider kaachhe to seta pare na…..tobe keno na…..?????!!!!!
Puro byaparta Vicky thik korlo rajake khule bolbe!!…sobe rajake phone korte jaabe, thik takhoni beje uthlo oder phoneta----vicky dhorlo, “hello!”
“Ha Vicky, ami raja bolchi!”
“wow!!ki strange!!….amio tokei phone korte jachhilam!”
“hmm….great!!!ki bolbi bol!”
“naah….tui aage bol!!”
“na Vicky plzz tui aage bol……amar khaborta ekta surprise!!!!chomke uthbi tui!”
“well raja…amar khabortao kom surprising noy……kintu jehetu tui phone korechhis….tui aage bolbi!!”
“ok….kintu kauke bolis na…plzzz….,” golar swar namalo raja, “I love tultuli!!!!……yes vicky….ami oke bhalobashi!”
“wwhatttt---ki bolli??????”,nijer kaanke biswas korte parchhilo na Vicky!!
“ha Vicky….its true….ami besh bujhte parchi je oke ami bhalobasi….jaani khaborta tor kaachhe abiswasyo thekbe but believe me….its nt a joke……I m really serious about it!!!”
Koyekmuhurter jonyo bonbon kore ghure uthlo vickyr matha…..samosto sorir jhimjhim kore uthlo…..ar ektu holei phoneta haat theke pore jachhilo----onek koshte nijeke samlalo Vicky, “tultuli jaane?”
“na….ar keu jaane na……tokei 1st bollam.”
“byaparta ki one-sided na mutual?ki mone hoy tor??”
“dekh……surely kichhu bolte parchi na….but oro amar proti akorshon definitely aachhe….or hab-bhaab dekhei bojha jaay!”
Kathagulo tirer mato bidhchhilo vickyke-----kintu kichhu korar upaay nei….
“well raja……ami ki kichhu jiges korbo tultulike tor proti or feelings-er byapare?”
“na re….orom directly kichu korte jaas na…….sob kechiye jete pare…..tar cheye tui ghuriye katha bole asteaste bojhar chesta kor amar proti or feelings….ki, parbi na?”
Smito haashe Vicky, “paarte to amake hobei!”……..


Pordin kathay-kathay hothat tultuli bole uthlo vickyke, “ekta katha bolbo?”
“jiges korar ki aachhe ??…bol na!!”
“aashole byaparta emon …..je thik ki bolbo toke…..”
“aare bol na yaar…….”
“kauke bolis na plzzzz”
“na re baba!”
“I have fallen in love with someone!!!!”
Nijer buker bhetor dhorforanir awaj sunte paay vicky…. “ke se?”
“raja!!!”
Khanikkhon pathor hoe roilo Vicky…mukhe kono katha sorlo na…….tarpor aasteaaste ektu hashar chesta korlo…….kintu se hashite jeno anonder cheye dukkhoi beshi fute uthechilo!!…..ektu bhalo kore vickyke lakkhyo korlei or moner bhaabta bojha jeto……kintu byaparta sei muhurte tultulir najor eriye gelo!!!!!!
“kire, kichhu bolli na je!!!khub obaak hoechis mone hochhe!!!!”
Smito hashlo Vicky, “thiki bolechis…..eto obak aage konodin hoi ni!!!”
Kichhukkhon dujonei chupchaap….tarpor katha bole uthlo Vicky, “kaal raja phone korechilo amay…..!!”
“ki bollo?…..amar samporke kichhu bole o toke?”
“Tultuli…..i guess you are quite lucky…..u love someone who loves u as well…..erom bhagyo khub komeri hoy!”
Tultuli prohome biswas korte paare ni……bhabchilo Vicky bodh hoy or saathe thatta korche…..kintu jakhon bujhlo seta sotyi……anonde atmohara hoe porlo….vickyke joriye dhore bolte laglo, “I m so happy, Vicky…..i m so delighted……ar tui amay je khaborta dili er je amar kaachhe katokhani mulyo ami toke bole bojhate parbo na…..tui na thaakle aj hoyto esob kichhui hoto na!!…….you are greaaaatttt Vicky…..that’s why I like u more than anyone else!!”
Vicky ekta dirghoshwash fello…..ekbar chesta korlo khushi hote ei bhebe… “tultulir anondei amar anondo….o khushi thaaklei ami khushi!”kintu parokkhonei monta bishaade chheye gelo jakhon or mone holo je meyeta sarajibon oke ‘like’ kore gelo…..kintu ‘love’ korte parlo na !!!

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Er por du bachhor kete gechhe….Vicky ar tultuli joint-entrance porikkhay bhalo rank kore jadavpur university-te engineering nie bhorti hoeche…..odike raja higher secondary porikkha paash korei lekhapora chhere babar bishal byabshay haat lagieche!
Ajkal raja ar tultulir soptahe dinduyeker beshi dekha hoy na----oder modhye ki katha barta hoy…segulo abar vickyr kaachhe eshe galpo kore tultuli…..tobe koyekdin dhorei ekta byapar bujhte parche tultuli----kintu sahosh kore kauke bole uthte pare ni---sotyi bolte ki, nijer emon adbhut manobhaaber karon ekhono porjonto mathay dhoke ni or------rajar proti aager sei taan jeno ar nei or mone!!!!!
Sedin chhutir por galpo korchilo Vicky ar tultuli…..korte kortei vickyke hothat ekta prosno kore boslo tultuli, “achcha, ekta sotyi katha bolto amay---tui konodin karo preme poris ni???”
Vicky bhebechilo “na” bolbe…..kintu or chokher dike takiye oke mithye bolte parlo na Vicky, “ha!”
“Seki!!”, obak hoy tultuli, “ar amake konodino bolis ni?”….khanikta jeno abhimaan tultulir golay!
“bolte cheyechhilam…..kintu bolte paari ni!”
“maane? Bolte cheyeo bolte paaris ni keno?”
“dekh….onek katha aachhe jar kono maane hoy na….etao hoyto seromi kichhu!”
Khanikta birokto hoy tultuli, “ki takhon theke heyali kore jachhis?bolte hoy to poriskaar kore bol……noyto bolis na!!”
Chup kore roilo Vicky!
Tultuli bujhlo byaparta eriye jete chaaichhe Vicky----kintu keno????
“ta ke sei dhonyi meye je tokeo ghayel kore fello?” muchki heshe jiges kore tultuli.
Kono uttor nei!
“ki re, bol!!amay bolbi na??”
“shon tultuli, protita manusher jibone emon kichhu katha thaake ja se konodin kauke bolte paare na----kauke na…..tar mrityur saathe saathe seisob katharo ar kono astitwo thaake na….kono chihno thaake na-----dhore ne, etao serokomi kichhu!!!”…eknishwashe kathaguli bole saamner ekta chalonto bus-e uthe porlo Vicky!!
Kichhukkhon hatobuddhi hoe daariye roilo tultuli….puro byaparta bujhtei or khanikta somoy laglo!….ki emon holo vickyr??….je oei bhaabe react korlo?….tultuli onekdin theke lakhyo koreche je vickyr modhye sei schooler pranchanchol bhaab ar nei…..sob somoyei ki jeno bhaabe….udaas mone hoy kemon jeno…kintu tai bole etota???
Raate shue vickyr kathagulor jot chharabar chesta korchilo tultuli….tobe ekta kathay or mone besh khotka lagchilo----vicky kaake bhalobashe ----se katha oke bolte ki emon asubidhe holo vickyr je o bolte cheyeo bolte pare ni??….tobe ki vickyr mone hoehilo je oke bolle o kono sahajyo korbe na ba byaparta pachhondo korbe na??….kintu ----vicky to oke bhalo kore chene -----tobu erom bokaboka katha bhabte jaabe keno??……hothat tultulir mathay jeno bidyut khele gelo…..er je ektai maane hote paare!!!!!!!!-----tobe ki Vicky…………………??!!!!!……kintu eo ki kakhono sambhob????…..naah….ar bhabte parchhilo na tultuli….or hothat kemon jeno kanna peye gelo !!!

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Ei ghatonar por praay chaar bachhor kete geche.
Vicky California theke ekta darun chaakrir offer peyeche….tultuliro porasona shesh------o ekta private company-te alpo koyekdin join koreche!!
Vickyr barite ekhon prochur hoichoi…..asonkhyo phone aasche….oke subhechha janachhe sakolei…..atmiyosajonera aasche majhemajhei…..or baba-maayer moneo khub anondo…..oder bongshe ei prothom keu bilete jachhe……
Bideshjatrar dudin aage vickyke phone korlo tultuli, “tor flight kobe?porshu to?”
“ha! sokal 7:30-e!”
“thikaachhe….ar tui aj sondher dike free aachhis?”
“ha bodh hoy…..guchhgaachh sobi motamtui sara hoe gechhe….keno re?”
“7-tar somoye gariahater more ‘anondomela’r saamne daarate parbi?….taale tor jaoar aage dujone mile ektu galpo kora jaabe……abar katodin baade dekha hobe!”---tultulir golata kemon jeno sonachhilo.
Haashe Vicky, “ki, farewell dibi?”
Kichukkhon chup kore thaake tultuli, tarpor bole “hoyto tai!”
“ok….ami jaabo…bhaloi hobe….ar raja aasbe to?”
“raja na ele tor ki khub asubidhe hobe?”
Kathata shune khanikta hokchokiye jaay Vicky….konomote bole, “na----ta na….!”
“byaas…tobe to thiki aachhe…..mone thaake jeno thik 7-ta!”
“ok…takhon dekha hobe….bye!”
Monemone khushi holo Vicky….antoto, meyeta je bondhu hishebe oke etota bhalobashe-----seta bhebeo bhalo laglo or!
Nirdharito somoyer 2 min aagei pouchholo Vicky…..prothome o kheyal kore ni…pichhon theke mathay ekta chaati kheye takiye dekhe hasche murtimoyi swayong!!!
“Baap re, bidesh jaoar aagei eto tel hoeche ??chintei parchhis na…..ta, bidesh theke fire ki hobe re??”
“ta , bidesh theke firboi----tai ba dhore nichhis keno?” haastehaaste bole Vicky!
“isshh….tar mane oi sada memgulor ektaake biye kore okhaanei theke jaabi??”
“seromi to ichhe aachhe!”….thattar sure janay Vicky….“tachhara ar kii ba korbo bol!”
“keno, tor sei ‘iye’-ke dekhte aasbi na?”
Ingeet-ta bujhlo Vicky…..kichu bollo na!
“jaagge chol….egono jaak!”
“kothaay jaabi?”
“uffffff…..chol na…..dekhtei to paabi!”
Haatte laglo dujone….tultuli eshe daralo ‘bedwin hi-hat’-er saamne!
“Hmmm…ebar bojha gelo !”
“baairei daariye thakbi na bhetore dhukbi?”
“ja tui bolbi!”
khochata bujhte pare tultuli, “o bbaba….kato baadhyo chhele re amar!”
Bhetore dhuke koner dike ekta table-e dujone mukhomukhi boshar ekta jayga peye gelo ora -----bhetorta motamuti faaka-----ekta halka nil alo jolchhe…..kemon jeno ekta swapnalu mayabi poribesh chheye royeche…..odike aasteaaste “kuch kuch hota hai” cinemar gaan cholchhe----------
JAANE WAFA HOKE BEKARAAR,
BARSO KIYA MEIN NE INTEZAAR…….
Besh kichhukkhon eke aporer dike nispalok dristite cheye roilo ora…..jeno gaaner modhye bibhor hoe porechilo…..sei abismaroniyo gaan jar modhye prokash peyeche ek bondhur ar ek bondhur jonyo opekkha kore thaaka……sei anobadyo bondhutwo jar porinoti ek swachho onabil prem…..
Sombit firlo restaurent-er waiter-er daake-----“ki order deben, sir?”
Vicky-i prothom katha bole uthlo, “ki re, ki khaabi, bol!”
Adbhut hashlo tultuli, “tui ja khabi, tai!”
“Besh….tobe duto mutton biriyani ar duto mirinda!”
Order nie chole gelo waiter……abar dujone eka…..
“Vicky, tui to boltis , ami tor shobcheye kaachher bondhu……ta tui je amay ebhaabe eka fele rekhe chole jaabi, tor ekuo kashto hobe na amar jonyo?”…..tultulir golay kemon jeno korun aarti!!!
“toke to ami eka fele rekhe jachhi na…emon ekjoner kaachhe rekhe jachhi—je toke khub bhalobashe ar jaake tuio khub bhalobashis!”
“na re---tui chole gele ami sotyi bhishon eka hoye porbo!”
“achha, rajar saathe tor ki hoeche , bolto?”….prosnota vicky aaro aagei korbe bhebechilo kintu ar hoe othe ni!
Ebare ar nijeke samlaate paare na tultuli-----howhow kore kede othe….jhorjhor kore jol porte thaake or chokh diye!!!!…..Vicky khanikta aprostut hoe porlo….tultulir erom reaction ekebaarei asha kore ni o….o taratari uthe tultulike dhorlo, “aare, ki muskil…..kaadchhis keno??…ki hoeche bol…..aarre tui na bolle ami ki kore bujhbo bol…….rajar saathe ki jhagra hoeche?…o kichhu boleche?”
“Amay keu kichhu bole ni re……kaaro saathe kono jhagrao hoy ni----bhul bojhabujhio hoy ni-------ami nijekei nije chinte paari ni re!!”…..chokh muchhte muchhte janay tultuli!
Ebar tultulir paashe gie boshlo Vicky….or dui kaadhe haat rekhe aaste aaste gobhir samobedonar soore jiges korlo, “tor ki hoeche re?…..tui aj erom korchis keno?…..amay khule bol…sob kichhu…..i ll try my best to solve ur problem!”
“sobaike ki sobkichhu bola jaay re?”…..kathagulo bolar somoye adbhut mishti laage tultulike…..
Vickyr mathay sob kemon jeno talgol paakiye jachhilo….ki hoeche tultulir?…..sarakkhon erom dharoner kathabarta bolche keno?
Erpor khabar eshe jaoay ar khub beshi katha egulo na…..dujonei chupchaap khete laglo….ekbar sudhu tultulir dike taakate Vicky dekhlo je o vickyr dikei taakiye chhilo!!!chokhachokhi hotei chokh naamiye nilo….tarporei abar heshe nije theke bollo, “toke fer kobe dekhbo, thik nei……tai bhalo kore dekhe nichhilam!!”
Khaoar daam Vicky metate gechhilo…..kintu tultuli kichhutei oke dite dilo na…..jor-jabordosti kore nijei dilo!
“18 bachhor dhore toke roj praay dekhtam…..erpor abar kobe dekhbo……jaani na….okhaan theke kintu majhemajhe toke phone korbo!”
Hashlo tultuli, “jodi amake tor mone thaake tobe to!!”
Kathata sune vickyr khanikta moja laglo…..o joddin beche thaakbe…..toddin tultuli beche thaakbe or moner modhye ek sukhoswapno hishebe….ek modhur smritirupe…..or koshter din-e ….dukkhobedonar din-e sei sundar smriti –i oke jogaabe anuprerona…..ei sob katha jodi tultuli jaanto, tobe ar kathata bolto na!!
Ebar tultuli vickyr ekta haat dhorlo--- “amar ekta katha rakhbi?”
“ki?”
“tor biyer por jodi meye hoy, tobe tar naam raakhbi tultuli!”
Chomke uthlo Vicky….etota obak o or 22 bachhorer jibone kakhono hoy ni…..tarpor hashlo Vicky, “ekta sarto aachhe!”
Khanikta jeno aahoto hoy tultuli, “ki?”
“tor jodi chhele hoy…..taaro naam rakhbi Vicky!”--------ebar heshe fele dujonei!!
“tobu jaate amay bhule na jaas, tai……”-----vickyr daan haate chhoto ekta aangti poriye dilo tultuli…..aangtir opor engreji akkhore ori naam khodai kora!!!!
“erom aangti kintu dushmanto-o shakuntala-ke diechilo…..tarpor dibyi bhule mere diechilo puro byaparta!!”
vickyr kathata shesh hote na hote jhot kore ghure takalo tultuli! Bhuru naachiye bollo, “tor ki mone hoy je tui dushmanto ar ami shakuntala?”

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sokal 6:30-e dumdum airport-e pouchhe Vicky dekhe raja or jonye opekkha korche, mukhe ekgaal haashi…..haate ekta laal golaapful-er tora!
Vicky khub dukkho peyechhilo o chole jaoar aage raja ekbaaro or saathe dekha na korte aashay!
O kichhu bolar aagei raja botrish paati data ber kore bole uthlo, “ki re?kemon laaglo surprise?….khub khisti korchili nischoy amay….je ekbaaro dekha korte elaam na…ichhe korei jaai ni…..last moment-e eshe toke surprise debo….ne, eta dhor!”
Haashlo Vicky…..ekbaar bhablo bolbe gatoporshu or ar tultulir eksaathe beriye restaurent-e dinner korar katha…..kintu shesh porjonto ar tultulir katha tullo na!
Nirdhaarito somoye vickyr flight chhere dilo…..or monta kemon jeno ek abyakto bedonay bhore gelo……abar kobe je fera hobe kolkatay , ke jaane!!!!


Bikele tultulider barite phone-ta beje uthlo…..tultuli-i dhorlo, “hello!”
Opaash theke bheshe elo rajar kannabheja gola, “khaborta janis?”
Chhyaat kore uthlo tultulir bukta….onek koshte bollo, “ki khabor?”
Odik theke besh kichukkhon kono katha shona gelo na….tarpor raja aaste aaste bole uthlo, “Vicky---vickyr…..”
“ki??? Ki hoeche vickyr?”….chitkaar kore uthlo tultuli!
“oder plane-ta 10000 feet opor theke niche crash koreche…..ektao passenger beche nei!”……howhow kore kede uthlo raja!
Receiver-ta pore gelo tultulir haat theke!!….or mone pore gelo porshu vickyr sei katha-ta , “toke to ami eka fele rekhe jachchi na, raja to aachhe-----!”
Asfutshwore bole uthlo tultuli, “ami to rajake chaai ni Vicky, ami cheyechhilam toke ----sudhu toke……ar sei tui amay fele etodoore paaliye geli??……forever??”
Paasher kon baari theke jeno bheshe aaschhilo sei abishmaroniyo gaan-----
BARO EKA LAAGE, EI AANDHAARE ,
MEGHERO KHELA AJ AKASHPAARE!!!!

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I wrote this when i was in class 10.........I was rathr immatured n this shows clearly at each line of the story......still i felt i wd give this piece here......By the way, though this bears no resemblance wid any real incident, the characters had been inspired from my own lyf.......

kaisa Yeh Pyar Hai

===कैसा यह प्यार है===

फरेब थी हासी ---मैं आशिकी समझ बैठा ,

मौतको ही अपनी ज़िंदगी समझ बैठा ,

वक्त का मजाक था यह -----बदनसीबी मेरी ,

उसकी दो बातों को मैं चाहत समझ बैठा !!!!

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JHARA PATA

===JHARA PATA===

Se dinguli aaj-o mone pare,

Kaal-o mone porto,

Hoyto ba porshu-o porbe……..

Baro modhur se smriti!

Bhulte chaaile-o bhola jay na,

Sei pasapasi bosa,

Sei chokhe-chokhe katha,

Sei thoter kone ekchilte haasi,

Sei adbhut anubhab------hridayer sei tripti,

Keu dekhto na-------

Keu jaanto na-------

Keu shunto na-------

Sudhu dujone--------duti praan-------duti mon

Niralay nirjane----

Hoye jeto ekanto apon!!

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I wrote this poem during my 1st year in college......during an electronics
period.......this was meant to be kinna tribute to the girl whom i had once
loved......in fact my first love....unfortunately(really??) i was caught by
the teacher.....n the poem was read out in front of the class.........twas
applauded.....

Outcome: I got a grade higher than i was supposed 2 get in the subject......

BHALOBASHA

===BHALOBASHA===



Aj ar keu kauke bhalobashe na,

Sudhu swarthaanweshi manusher bhir chaaridike!

Sabai sudhu nijeke niye byasto,

Ektai chinta----ki dilam aar badole ki pelam…..

Baro jotil hisheb!!!!!

Tobu tar modhye bheshe aashe khanikta nirmal hawa,

Du-ek phota brishti……dhuye muchhe daye shob,

Ekjon aar ekjonke bhalobashe,

Se bhebe chinte bhalobashe na bakider mato,

Tar bhalo laage…….tai se bhalobashe,

Ete nei kono golmele anker byapar,

Se dekhe na se-o taake protidaan-e bhalobashe

kina------

Se dekhe na tar boyesh,

Taake shunte hoy kato byango-hashi-thatta…..

Hoyto keu bojhe na taar bhalobashar marmo-----

tobu ei bhalobashar ki konoi daam nei ?

aachhe………kintu jaake bhalobashe ….taar kaachhe nei!

Tai tader modhye katha bola hoye jaay bandho,

Tader modhye toiri hote thaake durotyo----

Nana bhul bojhabujhi…….aste-aste sesh hoye jaay shob

samporko!!

Tobu swapne mone hoy tar katha,

Jege thakle bheshe aashe taar mukh,

Sesh hoyeo sesh hoy na shob-----theke jaay ek adrishya

bandhon!!

Ki laabh ei bhalobashay?------sudhu dukkho-jantrona

jekhaane,

Taai manush aaj hisheb kore bhalobashe,

Notun juger notun abishkar------anko koshe bhalobasha,

Amar darkar girlfriend………tomar darkar boyfriend,

Amar aachhe poisha…..tomar aachhe jouban-er chatok,

Byas…..aar ki chaai?

Ekshonge ghoro tinmash……….

Tarpor chharachhari……kono mon kashakoshi nei……

Nei kono dukkho……nei bhul bojhabujhi!

Ei to besh………noy ki?

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I wrote this during my early 2nd year........was quite frustrated
at that moment....as is obvious from the tone

ANDHOKAR

====ANDHOKAR===

Chaaridike kato aalo-r rekha,

Tobu chheye aachhe ek nikosh kaalo andhokar!!

Ete mishe royechhe bedonadirno hridoyer aakul

hahakar------

Ete royechhe swapno bhenge jaoar byatha-----

Royechhe bidhatar proti nishfol aakrosh----

Ei andhokarer nei bartomaan, nei bhobishyot,

royechhe sudhui otit,

Gurho rahoshyer aaborone mora sei otit,

Sei otit ja lekha hoy ni kono itihaas-er patay,

Sei otit ja roye jaabe lokchokkhur araale,

Sei otit ja ekjonke niye jaay saafolyer churaay---

Aporjonke fele daye byarthotar atal gaohore,

Toiri hoy aaro onek aalor rekha,

Tobu taar maajhe theke jaay sei nikosh kaalo

andhokar!!

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I wrote this during my 2nd year.......this one will perhaps stand
among the bettr compositions of mine....a bit abstract though.....

Kuch Kuch Hota Hain

====Kuch Kuch Hota Hain===

Kato rup tomar,

Tomake je aamar

Kato bhalo laage,

Tumi to jaano na!!

ekhon-o aamar hridoy

Tomay dekhe khushi hoy,

Aaj-o aami sudhu

bhalobashi tomay!!

Hoyto aamar nei kono aasha,

Sudhusudhui ei bhalobasha,

Tobuo hridoye mor chirodini

Tomar basha!!

Kato chhobi tomar,

Mone bheshe beraay,

Aaj-o aami sudhu

bhalobashi tomay!!

Bhalobesheo paai ni protidaan,

Tomari birohe kaande mor e praan,

Tobuo tomaari sukh kamona kori,

Nei abhimaan!!

Jibone keu kato paay,

Keu to shobi haraay,

Aaj-o aami sudhu

Bhalobashi tomay!!

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Again this one I had written in my 10th standard.......I was immensely
fascinated by the SRK-starrer "kuch kuch hota hai"......i wrote this
one with the same music of the song "tum pas aye" on mind......

Harano Sur

===Harano Sur===

Sei sur ar baaje na aj,

Harano diner smriti,

Notun jibon, notun kaaj,

Niyei mete aachhi!

Moner kone kothao jeno

royeche gobhir taan,

khujeo tobu paai na keno

sei purono surer gaan!

Joubaner ei byasto din-e,

tomar katha pore na mone,

rong-beronger fuler dwara

ruddho hridoy-dwaar!!!

jiboner kon seshbelay,

hridoyer sei milonmelay,

tomar amar khelar din

aasbe mone bheshe----

bujhbo sedin mulyo tomar,

sujog robe na anushochonar

purono saathi---

theke jaabe smritir monikothay!!!!!!

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This was a conscious attempt to imitate the style of my favourite
poet Rabindranath Tagore......a tribute to my childhood friends......

Ochena Meye

===Ochena Meye===

Sedin bhore janla diye ,

Dekhi ami mukh baariye,

Kaacha kapor melte giye,

Daariye aachhe se !!!!

Bhablam besh haakti pere,

Chule nana keta mere,

Jomiye ektu galpo kore,

Bolbo ami ke!!!!

Hothat baarir bhetor theke,

Kei ba taare uthlo deke,

Bidhatar mon uthlo beke,

Pora kopal re!!!!

Abar taar dekha pelam,

Jakhon chaan korte gelam,

"Pukure jol tulte eshechilam"---

bollo amay se!!!!

abosheshe bohukleshe,

jiggashilam mridu heshe,

"amare tumi cheno naaki?"---

heshe lutiye porle se!!!!

ebar amay chomke diye,

kaaner kaachhe kaanti niye,

"ami tomar boudi je"---

bole uthlo se!!!!

shune ami matha ghure,

pore gelam dhopash kore,

uthechilam onek pore ,

dadar laathi kheye!!!!

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Well......this one I had written during my 3rd year in college....
I had been on a visit to one of our relatives' house.....where
certain events made me write this....there s smthin more
behind all this....but i wont disclose anythin more n wd lyk
to keep dat stuff open 2 interpretations....!!!!!

My childhood

My mother is a high-school teacher......so i had spent the early years of my life in my "mamarbari"...with my grandfather(dadu), grandmother(dida), my aunts(buku, buru.....since evrybody else called them by their names...i also used to call them by their names....n even now....that has nt changed....)...& my uncle(chhotomama)....my mother being the eldest sister, I was the 1st child of this new generation...as it always is in such cases, i was the the centre of all attraction....i loved my aunts more than my mother....they meant the world to me....& so did I to them.....my dida, chhotomama, buku, buru---everyone claimed that i loved him/her the most....

















thats my mother( extreme right), buru, buku(extreme left)& me(5 yrs old) at the centre


It had been such a lovely experience.when I was 3 yrs, I was admitted to south point school...in the morning .i went to school from home(it was at beckbagan near park circus.....it still is)....n returned after school to mamarbari...usually either buku or buru & at times, dadu would bring me from school...& i when i returnred i was bound to see the entire house waiting at the door to receive me.....i ate n drank all the good food n drinks in the world they could find for me.....played with them....watched TV n then would go in for a nice little nap....at times, buku would make sure whether i was sleeping n then try to go out shopping......&!!!!!!.....i donno how i would always wake up n start shouting to her to take me along...buru taught me to paint & draw & i still remember filling the SUNDAY GRAPPHITI picture with colours sitting before her....chhotomama was there with his never-ending stock of stories....mostly ghost stories....& its from him that i hav developed a gr888 liking for ghosts........(nnnnaaaaa.....i don mean i would like to meet a ghost)....at times when my mother would delay coming to mamarbariin the afternoon to pick me up(her school was near that place), dadu would take me n have a stroll in the street with such sweet n self-composed little poems

"choti paaye diya dekhi,

rijur maaye aashe naki !! "

thats my dadu, dida, & chhotomama

My School

South Point....one of the best schools of India & the most populated school in Asia....thats my school........I have spent the 15 most important years of my life here......this was the place where I came to as a little child, oblivious of the world around & from where i went out as a 18-year old young soul, with the "courage to know" & explore the unknown world ahead....

I was admitted in nursery 1 at the age of 3....In the interview i was asked, "have u ever read in any other school before this?".....many chaps begin their education in montessories.....but i had not.....my parents had already told the teachers about that....I replied "Yes".....my parents were quite stunned & embarassed.....the teachers gave a long, hard look at them & said "what school?"......I replied with a sweet smile "South Point!!!!"(Can u imagine that???......I had been so innocent & enthusiastic that i thought i was already studying in South Point).....that was it....I was admitted immediately.......

At the beginning, I was rather simple & feeble.....Often I got beaten by the boys of my class.....i did nt hav much friendz....& the school was a place i hardly liked....nobody really seemed to know me....

I felt i needed to change....change so that the other students would come & make friendz with me.....everyone would know me....teachers would know me....they would like me.....& yes.....i worked a little harder....& started getting nice ranks....soon i became quite popular.....the "good boys & girls" of the class came & talked to me.....& i enjoyed that, man!!!!!!!!....i really did enjoy that....

Another thing I would like to reckon at this point is that it was around this time .....more specifically in class 4 that i had for the first time come upon soumya(who has been my best friend right from class 5 till now)

& then it was CLASS 5 which completely changed my notion about South Point.....i fell in love with my school......i loved going to school ....& the two persons responsible for bringing about this change in me were our class-teacher tandra aunty & our maths teacher rajshree aunty(my favourite teacher in life).....rajshree aunty liked me immensely & was extremely biased towards me....i loved the importance i was getting.....& the attention of other students.....I was made one of the Prefects.....that was my first experience of respect, pride, prestige......I was arguably the most meritorious student of class 5 section B....

Here i would like to mention one incident on which i would illustrate later on...on my birthday, 5th october.......i received a wafer biscuit from a friend of mine....when i asked the reason, she said, "today s my birthday.thats why!!"....i was quite astonished....I could only say, "today s my birthday as well!".....& this coincidence led to something far more significant.....far more interesting.......

After class 5, we were to leave our junior school at 16, mandeville gardens & enter a new world, South Point High School at 82/7A, Ballygunje place....the day we attended the junior school for the last time as students.....i could nt hold back my tears.....i had cried the whole night before.....it is very hard to leave the place where one spends his early years ....it was nothing less than a family.....a large family bound together by innocent feelings of tender minds...

thats my junior school, South Point

When we were admitted in SPS, we were just 3 year-old infants who knew nothing....compared to that we were so much matured(!!!!!) when we came to the high school......but there was one thing we all disliked.....in CLASS 5 we were the seniors..... all other students were afraid of us & obeyed us.....but now we were the juniormost batch......& everything was reversed....we were now afraid of the big "dadas" of class 8-9-10.....they tried to bully us whenever they could.....still, i loved going to school.....the atmosphere was so nice n charming....

But I can at least proudly say that unlike many of the "good boys" of our class.....i had many "bad boys"-friends....that's because i did nt want to make friends with meritorious students....i only wanted to befriend those whom i liked & who had a nice heart......& that has nt changed even today....!!

Days passed by.....I was towards the end of class 7.....& that was the time when i started feeling an intense attraction towards one of my classmates....it was a strange feeling.....quite new & refreshing &....whenever i dreamt about her.....it gave me etherial pleasure.....A huge transformation was in the waiting for me....

It was class 8.....I had ranked 3rd in the annual examinations of class 7.....that was my best result in school....the whole school(morning session) knew me by then....In the meantime i suddenly came to know that 2 of my very good friends were in love with this same girl to whom I was attracted....I thought & thought & thought & finally decided to stand out of the whole thing & keep my feelings a secret....It was nt that i had acted in this way due to my greatness or something like that.....but i just did nt have enough confidence in myself to speak out my mind....

On the otherhand, by this time our maths teacher Joydeep Sir had become a fan of mine.....yesss, i dare to use the term "fan"!! He had been teaching us maths from class 6.....but neither had i liked him nor had he liked me....it all changed in 1 day.....He was giving us geometrical riders to solve....& most of them were rather easy....all were asking him to give a little more challenging problems....somehow it hurt his ego....He said, "OK....I ll give u people a rider....if anyone can solve it, I will say that he has indeed been able to learn maths in the true sense.....& if none of u can't, u will have to give me ur word that u will never again bother me for challenging sums".....we had to agree....as he read out the problem, there was pindrop silence in the class.....the moment i saw the sum, i felt i could do it....i went by my instincts.... & did it.....he checked my copy & said, "shabash....u know maths"....the entire class started clapping for me.....I felt so much elated....it was a gr8888 honour indeed.....

Class 9-10 were the best days of my school-life....in fact those were the best days of my student-life.....& it was mainly because i used to spend a lot of time with the girl whom i had loved so much(& it has been my one & only love till now.....but dont develop any misconceptions.....let me make it clear from the very beginning that it was purely one-sided).....I know not whether i will ever be able to love anybody again with that same passion.....

By this time, i was already quite transformed....till then, all teachers had liked me....& i had always been intent on attending classes seriously & drawing their attention & on maintaining a good image.....in short, i was a "good boy"....but now i suddenly wanted to become a "bad boy"....not academically...but the other way round....i wanted to make fun of the teachers who cant teach.....I wanted to be the "hero" of the class....& yes, I did it upto a certain extent....we had a maths sir who was rather dumb(not literally of course)....& he had such a hoarse voice that would frighten a crow....he was extremely tall & so was nicknamed "jumbo"....i practiced imitating his voice for a month(believe me, it was one of the toughest courses i had ever undertaken.....yaaa seriously)....& I nearly attained perfection.....all crows within 40 metres would fly away whenever they heard me imitating "jumbo".....he had a pet sentence while calming us down "katha noy".....one day as he had just entered the class & was about to utter thos words....I shouted at the top of my voice "katha noy"....it had been so similar to jumbo's voice that none had realized anything....except thos just in front of me & .....of course jumbo himself....but he could nt say anything because nobody would believe that it was done by me & not him....he only stared at us with a perplexed look....that day we had some real fun when the secret was disclosed to the whole class.....

Let me relate another of my deeds....It was class 10……our teacher was a perfect example of “unity in diversity”!….bcoz she had a head(which was blocked 2 give a resultant blockhead)& her hair bore all the 7 colors of rainbow……she was almost 6 ft tall….loathesome in appearance…..with a terribly oily skin(it seemed that her husband ownd lots of oilmills)....she was the laughing stock not only of her students but also among her colleagues....one day....God knows why.... we felt that it would be gr888 fun to put a cockroach in her chair.....i took the responsibility of this bold task…I sprayed mortein in my house…..the next day found many cockroaches dead(most of them were actually half-dead)……& brought 2 of the larger ones to school in a jar……but there was a problem……the cockroaches were very slowly coming back to life …….so we could n't just put it on her chair & wait…because then the cockroaches would walk away …so we waited till she entered the class....& as she turnd her back to us(she loved doing sums without explaining)…I got up slowly…& as soon as I reached near her chair…she turned back & saw me…..but she was nothing short of an utter fool …I managed by saying that I would like to be excused….then when I came back I just dropped the large half-dead cockroach on her chair….blind as she was……she sat on it….& the whole class suddenly burst into laughter….she was rather surprised at this unexpected incident…..for a moment my heartbeat stopped …..if anyone was caught & if he divulged the whole thing…I would be finished…but actually we often laughed at her ……& she was used to getting laughed at….so fortunately for me, she didn’t pursue the matter seriously....

Mischiefs & fooling the teachers was gradually becoming an obsession for me...I derived a strange kind of pleasure & satisfaction from these acts...there were many more such cases & i even got caught in some of them....but managed to escape by my presence of mind & to some extent, because of my academic records.....before I move on to class 11-12, I must make mention of the fact that during class 9-10, I had the fortune to be taught by a teacher who has made a special place for herself in my heart....she is my second favourite teacher....but i liked her as a human being & maybe, even more.....

Also, it was during this period that i found some of those friends whose friendship i cherish even now.....& i wish that they remain close to my heart forever....

In class 11-12, I was one of the regular backbenchers....we had a group of 6-7 boys.....we only made fun & entertained ourselves & the entire class by various amusing activities.....all teachers despised us , were fade up with us & we enjoyed that, man!!!!!!.....I just remember one incident....one day there was very low attendance in the class....only about 20 students had come whereas the normal attendance was 60.....still we had occupied the last 2 benches.....plenty of benches were empty upfront....our physics teacher saw this & said mockingly, "ekdin dekhbo tomra pechhote pechhote dewal bhed kore next classs-e chole gachho!!!!!!".....hahhaaahaa.....that was a wonderful comment.....it had such latent humour & mockery in it.....

It was our maths period…..5 of us were sittin in the last 2 benches & were makin the strangest kind of noises(that of a crow cawing, a dog barking, a cat mewing, donkey braying, pig bleating & would u believ it?...we even went into the extent of resembling dinosaur's shrill sounds...hehehheehee)we were just getting the hell out of that poor fellow!
Finally he became really furious(remember he is basically very cool & composed…..so we went to that extent to make him furious)….& took all of us out, noted down our names, gave us his ph. no. & said that our guardians must talk to him or else he will take some very serious steps ....he even said that he had seen me trying to imitate the mewing of a cat.....(but believe me……I myself nevr imitated a cat's mewing.....perhaps he does n't know the difference between a cat & a dinosaur or a crow!!!!!!hehhehe!!!!).... He was more severe on me bcoz he had seen me doin those acts…we did get away at last but not before a miserable experience!!!!!

So long, I had been fooling my teachers....now here is an incident where I had been fooled....by that time I had become quite an expert in bunking school n classes…but this time I learnt a nice lesson…it really hit me hard……we had a really talented young physics sir & since he too had done all these nasty things in his school-career he also knew how 2 catch us!!!!…..we had his class in the last period…..& before that our stats class…..i bunked that one....thinking I would reach in time before the physics period....then I went hanging around with 2 of my friendz & 5 mins before the end of that period ….i came to our floor & hid at a corner…waitin for the stats teacher to come out…mins. passd by….there was no sign of her…(here I would like to state that our stats teacher never stayed in the class after the bell rung)....after waiting for abt 10 mins....i felt she must have left before the bell & the physics sir might have already started teaching…so I just ran into the classroom but alas!!!!!I could n't believe my eyes....when i found that I had run into that very sir who was coming out alongwith all my classmates with their bags on shoulders!!!!!I had no clue as to what was happening…but that sir, sly as ever, immediately knew what the case was....finding that I was completely bewildered, he explained to me that the stats teacher was absent, so he had taken that period…& then!!!!!!....followed the consequences!!

I had to admit my guilt in front of all the teachers & subhasis said that my father should talk to him that very day…i was in deep waters…if my father came to know about this…he would kill me……that was for sure.....

Finally a person(whose identity i am not going to disclose) helped me out & I am really grateful to him even now…he agreed to act as my father(believe me…its true)…& eventually the matter was solved…so??????......all those stories u hear about "fathers available for different purposes at different rates" are n't rumours after all.....but my saviour did n't take anything from me....he is a very nice fellow....

I was blacklisted in class 11-12.....but I managed to obtain good marks in my final school-leaving exams....after all it is my school.....& it is my duty not to leave that bad an impression on my teachers....strangely enough, I did feel on the last day but they were nowhere near to those feelings that had come streaming inside me on the day of leaving the junior school.....was it because we were more matured or was it because we were less attached....I am n't sure....maybe due to both....

But sure enough, I feel proud to say that I had been a student of South Point for 15 long years right from nursery1 - class 12....Whatever I am today & whatever I will be, I owe a lot to my South Point...Thank u, South Point...I miss u...

thats my high school, SPHS