An Artless Chronicle Of Myself
I was born at a very humble village by the name of Kona,in the district of Howrah and the nearest metropolitan city, Calcutta, in the state of West Bengal (India). Had completed my Bachelor Of Commerce before shifting to the art stream doing Bachelor of Arts and then Master Of Arts in English from the very prestigious Calcutta University which has been a center of learning for a long time. Presently, I have a small, room where I teach the students of higher classes .
I am just a butterfly among bulls and bears . My wife is also a Master's Degree in English from Rabindra Bharati University. We had a love affair when she was in St. Thomas' .I was not her private tutor but her friends were my students. She kept me waiting for a year before she consented to my love proposal. We had an excellent love life because I thought myself to be on cloud nine after having such a paragon of a Lady as my girlfriend and afterwards as my wife.
I lost my father in the year 2003 which brought the whole world crashing on my head. My mother had been ill for a long time. When my father passed away in the year 2003, she bore the irreparable loss with patience. Impossible to think, that life had been very cruel to her because, in spite of having everything she was unconscious of the outer world . We had visited several doctors keeping her a bit better till we had to endure her sorrowful demise in 2007. My two elder sisters who got married earlier could not do enough for our mother because they were extremely busy with their husbands, sons, daughters and in-laws although mentally sharing the pain with me who was a person deprived of motherly love in spite of having her with me at home
Years went by and things got a little better with the birth of my son on 1st December, 2009. After losing my father and mother I again got a new lease of life here on earth. Some of us believe that family members after their deaths reincarnate in the same family as sons and daughters giving us the solace that we have got them back again, at least that satisfies our fancy. By the grace of God , he is an astonishingly popular child studying at Don Bosco, Liluah , awaiting to reach class 1 next year.
Coming back to myself, let me confess that I have always considered my students as my sons and daughters. I have taught them, inspired them and made them believe that they can do any and everything with perseverance and a little bit of support from Luck. Some are doctors, engineers and teachers. Some of them are Chartered Accountants and some are research fellows and in the month of August one of my students is coming to Chicago as a research fellow of Chemistry .
She believed that I was not only a teacher but something more to them. I believe that my unfulfilled hopes and desires will be always be fulfilled by my students. For better income, I had even thought of changing my profession and getting involved in some kind of small business but in a country of more than 1. 2 billion people, chances are not that fair in whatever profession we select. It is always a 'musical chair' in which many run after a single chair. Besides, carrying on teaching students at my tutorial, I took the job of a part timer at a school. After performing this almost honorary service, I joined another school as an assistant teacher, teaching English to the students of ICSE and ISC and my salary was a bit better.
To my utter astonishment, a certain amount was deducted from my salary for being absent for a single day in the month of May. Being insulted to that extent, I decided to leave the school. Fate again didn't support me because I only did the job for almost two months. With dark circles under my eyes, I brazenly chipped on to my life. I have been in this teaching profession since 2001 and fighting my way through thick and thin to get at least a bit of Luck someday. Shameless for me to say that when I went to Kolkata at times I gazed with awe at the costly cars and wished I had one. It is impossible for anybody to thrive on Earth without hopes and wishes. The happiness we get on thinking keeps us moving. Earlier, in the year 2009, I wrote a reference book on Loyalties by John Galsworthy, a drama presently being taught in ICSE syllabus. I published the book myself and printed a meager 300 copies of it. I sold some of them myself, took the help of a book seller who did more profit than me and still I have a few unsold copies with me at home to remind me of the attempt of writing at least something. At times, I wrote a few verses but the total number was only four or five barring one or two better ones. I am feeling a bit better than before as I have been speaking my heart out before the "Hub team Members" , the "Hub hoppers"and to "Every Global Citizen". I will be elated if my innocent and artless story is featured. I have been working on a few poems now. I wish to publish them as quickly as possible. I had not slept for the last three consecutive nights working and editing my hubs. My first featured Hub, 'The Voice of Woods' gave me inspiration to work more effectively and diligently and my second hub 'The National Flower of India' has already been featured.
Impossible to believe that I am writing for a website in San Francisco. It is almost a dream.The support of my wife and my students made insurmountable barriers for me to cross like simple sand dunes. My students are eagerly waiting for my Hubs. I have been editing my Hubs and learning a lot about creative writings of International Standards. Presently, I am in a mood of writing frenzy. I seek the blessings of everyone to convert my obsessions into obsessions of creative writings so that an ordinary human being like me can produce hubs that are colossal in their simplicity.