Janubazar Pitambar Prathomik Vidyalaya. I guess the year was 1988. Dada was in class 4 and I had been put into the school for accustoming the school culture by Baba. School er proti allergy ta agei feel korechilam. Ichcha kore ni jete.. Anyway, Ma had convinced that there are too few tasks and lot more plays in school. After prayer, there would be roll call and I have to say Uposthit sir . After that mere arithmetic calculations and hathe lekha and then there would be recess. During recess, I can access the play ground and even can come out of my school and ofcourse lots more play with new friends and after that again a too few tasks and then Chuti . Add on to that School would provide a piece of bread, free of cost. So ultimately, at the end of the lecture I understood that school means lots of plays, friends and bread. But reality was something else. First day I remember that I forgot to get back to class after recess and played on the staircase of our school building. After hearing the final bell I realised that I did a mistake. The second day I discovered that dadas class was far better than mine and wished to attend class 4. Babar doulote Dhon Master arranged that for me. At the same time , Sri Dhanapati Dutta had been conferred the duty of looking after me, who was my school teacher and friend of my Baba. Dada ra high bench e bosto aar ami Sir er pase matite. Dhon Master (Sri Dhanapati Dutta) amake ek tukro chalk diye bolten,Bailu, mejhe te, o , aa, ko , kho likh. Likha hole ami dekhbo thik parchis kina. That was too easy task for me, and I used to take 5-6 minutes to complete the same. Dhon master chokh teriye dekhe niten aar matha nariye bolten ,hoi nai re Bailu, abar muche diye likh, kothao ekta bhul hoche. I was surprised, and after double checking used to dust it off and again tried to write the same thing. Being frustrated, even I used to ask , sir ki vul korlam, Sir konodin bolen ni . Sudhu bolten,thik hoche na, abar likh. Frustration bere gele boro jor jore chitkar kore bolten,Bailu ebar , Gramer naam, ischoler naam, Zilar naam, thanar naam aar babar naam likh That too I used to finish within 2-3 minutes followed by Dhon Masters reply,thik hoche na re kichu te. I cant remember how many days it continued. After one year Dada got promoted and admitted to high school leaving me in the Primary school. By that time I managed to get back to class one and understood the meaning of school. But sometimes I got faced Panic Attack by hearing the news that aaj ischoole injection debe. That time, Block used to arrange various programmes of vaccination. Mota mota kalo kalo nurse ra ek e niddle diye Pichkarir moto push kore diten injection. Dudin betha thakto. Later when HIV came in news, I was definite that , this is something which I might have. Anyway, the doubt got cleared a few days back when mandatorily my wife and I have been asked for undergoing HIV positive test. However, chutir ghontar agey Pauruti and tipin(recess, usually pronounced as tipin in our village) er khela kono din o charini. Bari ferar pothe kukur chanu tule ene khela suru korechi boi er suitcase rastai fele. Gramer e keu hoito diye geche. Ma, Babar kache maar bokuni prai nitya songi chilo amar. School er pore kola gacher velai Ganga gore(gore means small pond in local Birbhum dialect) er jole lafano aaj o mone pore.Even today also if I close my eyes and think of all those beautiful memories, still I can feel the splash of water . Nothing was time bound then. Ma birokto hoye jeto amake niye. Kichu te mone thakto na bari ferar kotha. Again the job was assigned to Sri Dhanapati Dutta by Baba and Ma. He was also known as Double Master as beside school teacher he was also the Post master of our village. I still even didnt try to find out the logic of doing two Govt. employments at a time. Anyway, he used to open the Dakghor after school i.e 10 am and used to close it at 12 noon, again it used to open at 4 pm and closed at 5 pm. Just to make me remember about the time he said that,Bailu, ami Postopis bondho korlei tu janbi tukhe ghor jete hobe, barota bajche. Hardly a week I followed that and later intentionally skipped the timing of his returning so that I never had to face him on the way. Dhon master raag korenni . In the meanwhile we started experiencing the first bus service at our village. Joydeb Kenduli to Bolpur, Protima Bus . She had bring the smile on our face. Obak hoye Kulu Pukur Dangai potty korte korte dariye portam. Half pant hatur niche jhulto, jama roll kore peter upor tola, pa ta samanyo faak kore rakhtam just to avoid the potty at back getting messed up. :D Dekhtam laal dhulo uriye Protima dukhto horn bajiye. Puro grame ekta bestota tairi hoto just like warning bell of your Borad Exam. We the villagers had set a virtual clock in our mind that Protima sokale asche mane, sokal 8 ta, beriye jachche mane, 8.15 am, abar dhukche mane sokal 11.30 aar beriye jachche mane 12.10. Parar lokeder bolte suntam, e hade (ei oi dekh) Petima(Protima) dukhlo, mane 12 ta bajche, le goru gola khule de hamalche...khanik paal khete jagg (jaak) . :) what does paal khawano means I understood after a long period. Anyway, Dhon Master ekdin deke bollen, Bailu Protima berolei janbi Barota periye geche, tokhoni bari chole jabi sob khela chere. That trick indeed helped me a lot to get rid of Mayer protidin er bokuni aar Babar maarer hath theke. The day I missed the horn, Baba didnt miss to pull my ear in front of my friends. Many a times, babar Kaan mola amader onek khelar purno ched koreche :) . Aaaj Dhon Master nei Double Master o nei aar konodin hobeo na, Aaaj bujhi, ami protidin thik vabei o, aa, ko, kho likhtam. Uni sudhu amake bosiye rakhar jonnoi bolten hoini , abar lekh...just to make me accustomed with the culture. Ami Sir er chokh lukiye geleo konodin raag korenni borong next best alternative bolechen je ,Protima baser horn to sunte pabi. Eguloi hoito sikhkha chilo, ja aaj o mukhe smile ene dei with a drop of salted water in my eyes. Aaaj vabi sotti ischooler education system was superb. There was no mid day meal but there Jalkheko Bagdi and Kundan Ray side by side got sufficient education to earn the bread. Aaj mone hoi Dhon Master er moto teacher ki ache...Jodi ba ache..Janubazar Pitambor Prathomik Vidyala ki ache. Jodi ba ache, Kundan Ray er ki sahos ache tar meyeke Nimno Buniyadi Bidyalay admit koriye jiboner Buniyaad sokto korbe!!!!. May be , everything has there intact, but trust has gone somewhere else. :) Anyway, this is a tribute to my teacher, Late Sri Dhanapati Dutta, who dared to open a human manufacturing unit and served there for many a decades. :( Thank you Sir.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 19:35:06 +0000
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