Life is really full of surprises. Just got a confirmed email of my promotion and in this crescent moon night I am thinking that do I really deserve it? Memories, which I had been passed, pulling me back. Those school days, those friends, those insults, those victories, those losses, those pains I had came across till now. So many loving friends lost in this journey. With a blink of my eye, I had been in my days of my school, Pragyananda Vidyalaya. From where I started my journey. I got most valuable lessons from here, from the respected teachers. That time I was just an average student. Very poor in math. But no one, even I knew that, one day I would be able to turn my greatest weakness math into my strong point. My most sweet memories were associated with my first school. As I was in high school, Ashoknagar Boys Secondary School (HS), I got bitter experiences with life. I had seen that how politics can try to ruin my future. I had experienced that just my family belongs to opposition party, how my few classmates and some teachers turned into foes. Every time they tried to suppressed me. In fact one teacher just vanished my admission application of class 12 into dustbin. And unfortunately, that was the turning point of my life. I opted Commerce, and after that my career started sky rocketing. That event taught me to fight back. And I fought back. Using a line in Hindi for explanation, zindegi jung hai, jung main chot sabne khai, khake zakhm jo phir uthe aur jit le ladai. I will always be thankful to my parents, as they always give me support. When nobody was beside me, they gave me shelter like an umbrella and they are still doing it. My honest father taught me that, whatever happened, never leave the way of honesty. I had seen how badly he had been transferred from here to there of West Bengal, just because he been neutral while sitting on the chair of Accounts Officer of West Bengal State Electricity Board. How badly his promotions been blocked. But when the table of power turned, he got all what he deserved. Dear friends, trust me, honesty always pays back. So be honest on whatever you do. My mother is my first teacher, friend, philosopher and guide. Whatever the qualities, the world seeing today in me, are gifted by my mother. She taught me to swim opposite side of the waves. She taught me to be calm in worst situations. She taught me to be brave, and be stand against everything which is wrong. I had never seen my grandparents. They were mighty freedom fighters. For freedom of this country, they gave up their everything. I am really feel proud that my family has contributions to the freedom of this country. I have a dairy of my grandfather, where few lines hunts me most. This Country is too big to discover. If you want to discover real India, try to understand its people, its culture and rich heritage. Dont try to be a leader. Try to be friend of all. But always be intimate with few. I always followed and will be following these lines. I always keep few friends in my life. Few are very good, few very bad. But I always tried to follow the good from the bad. Its very painful to lost an intimate friend. Pritam Dey, the name I will never forget in my life. He is the one who pulled out the best of Ranjan Chakraborty for me. His death was the most painful for me. Others friends also gave me and giving me most valuable teachings ( not mentioning their names, as they will be tagged in this post). My life turned towards extreme success, from when my fiancée stepped into my life. Though our meeting was accidentally. Just imagine that, on our first date, both of us were busy in watching a photography show over Indian independence. We dont even drank a cup of coffee together. But as we walked a long way together, she always with me. Never left me alone. Every time with her beautiful smile, she told me that, you can do it, I have trust on you. She is the power machine behind the curtain of my every success. As now I have all kinds of powers ( administrative + political), I can easily turned the life of the people, once who tried to turn my life into hell. I still always carry my 9mm revolver with me, somewhere either in my bag or in my body. I have the right to kill. But as I always believe that great powers comes with great responsibilities & as I am not a killer, so I am not going to kill anyone. Those who had done bad with me, I want them to feel the burnt. I just wanted to be that old Rana, who love nature, birds & animals; who love children. That Rana who still love to do painting and photography. That Rana, who still love to write and read good books. Surely I had many bad moments in my life, so many times I hide my tears behind my black sunglasses and pain behind my smiles, but I am not going to take revenge for that. Tujhse naraz nehi zindegi hairan hoon main.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 21:09:39 +0000