Wednesday, October 6, 2010

AUTOBIOGRAPHY : TEEN-AGE TURN XXVI

After the picture which I don't remember as my mind was not in the show at all but in my planning a respectable RETURN -HOME. It was well in he night when I returned to a neighbouring house and the lady of that house informed my mother and I returned so hungry that my mother knew it by looking at my face and I had a good meal with Hilsa fish purchased again. My father also was no un-happy on my return and the whole episode of Hilsa-loss were forgotten soon.
Then on-ward it was a smooth sail and I was my usual self. Only the result of the first year final saddened me . I could manage to get between 38 t0 40 % (yeary colege xamination. which was held after assurance by college authority that every one woud be given pass mark ) As my poetry was published in the colege Magazine and my Math -teacher liked it, he once teased me and told - 'your poetic talent will not get you through the next Exam ( final)' . That comment put me back on the track and I planned seriousy to regain the lost ground.. This tine I used to go to my friend's house on Circular road where Mirza pur street met . They had a bigger house with extra room and we were good friends. Soon we signed a paper with promise and oath that we won't talk about girls anymore and will be serious in our studies. And one of us used it as a shade and stuck it on the Hurricane lamp ( there was no elctricity in their house). As bad luck had its way, the letter was picked up by my friend's elder sister and she showed it to her mother . So we had some tough time to explain but we wee excused on the basis of the nature of oath and promise. .... Any way ,time went on , the exam was over and I passed I.Sc with First division with letter mark in Maths. Soon my father was again on the field trying to put me every where - Medical , Engineering and even Presidency while I knew the least about what I really wanted to be except my poetry and painting hobby. Finally I was in Medical college , Calcutta ,more by effort of my fathe than my own endeavour.

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