Sunday, July 6, 2008
BYE BYE NAGPUR
Adieu Ambajhari......
I will remember those days when Rishi, Sangho and i used to celebrate picnic in the winter holidays.....from chips, pakodas, puri sabji,,mithai,rosogullas everything was there with us....we used to play together and enjoy.....most of the picnic was done in Rishi's lawn...but things got changed and the happiness went away.... somewhere else. My baba got transferred to GCF Estate,Jabalpur. My ma left the school where she taught for 6 years....i left my place where i lived for 10 years.....a decade in Nagpur was going to end forever..... i was feeling very very hurted and filled with sorrow that time,....but my friends gave me that support which helped me to overcome.... i know that i am a little bit emotional....i loved to play in the green grass of the estate park,,,,i loved to participate and perform in Bangiya Sansad during Durga Puja with my Bengali friends....i loved the roads going to the Juniors Club....i loved the waters of the Swimming Pool..though i have never ever swimmed properly in it....i loved my companionship of Srikant...Rishi..Sangho...Rashmi..with whom i used to go to school.....hahaha....i loved to go to school....cause it was my life...my soul....but the soul was snatched by someone and the heart was broken....cause i was going to the Wonderland....Jabalpur.....leaving all my friends alone......alone and alone.......:(:(
MY LIFE IN K V AMBAJHARI< NAGPUR
Rishi and Sanghamitra....my first friends...
MY DISNEYLAND....Ambajhari,Nagpur
Right after his birth....within six to seven months....Prasenjit with his family....ma and baba....came to Ambajhari Estate, Nagpur.
A new place...very very new...though my baba was accustomed to move from place place..... as he was a central government employee....but for my ma it was a great Language Problem.....My ma was a teacher from her pre-marital life..studied a lot of faces and minds...but to come down to a Non-Bengali atmosphere proved to be a little harder for her....never mind coz VARIETY is the SPICE of Life(as one of my teachers used to say)....she overcame those linguistic barriers. I got admission in Kindergarten...and my ma also after 1 year, got there the job of a Primary Teacher. so it was not that tough.....i have heard people talking "how can we manage ourselves in those places where we cant hear our own language??" I am a Bengali...my fore fathers were from Dhaka, Bangladesh...but for me and my family...it was not hard to manage...coz if you speak from your heart the listener will definitely get to understand...mind it!! it was a lesson for me in my earlier stages of life.
When i opened my eyes......
Tuesday
9:41 pm
Dum Dum,KOLKATA
the day was rainy...as usual...and a sweet little but heavy baby visited the dreamland......
dreams in his eyes...immature to open it....eager to see the first sunshine....crying and crying....to see the world outside....a new me......a new Prasenjit .....born after a long long exile....
my mother and father even before getting married had thought about the name to their first and the only child....PRASENJIT......the one who won the world with his charm..happiness!!!
thats the meaning of my name was....well Prasenjit was born but not with any brother or sister....so he started asking for someone very very special....God sent him to a new place from his Hometown to somewhere very unknown....he was new to the Disneyland...he had left the dreamland...he was not scared but perplexed!!!!.....many a thing new was ready to come in his life......very soon!!!
PRASENJIT SARKAR welcomes you from his heart
life is not what we see, touch.smell,hear or feel....life is what we live meaningfully