Love in my view

Love is the countdown, a cold wave down in your heart; love is count up, a hot wave up to  your heart. Why? We don’t know why it’s happen? No one know when it’s come and when it’s go. All moment you can think, want, see, dream of love but it’s not happen. But suddenly like rain in desert, sunbeam from black cloud- love come to us. It’s come irresponsible of age, height, figure, hair, face cutting, colour, mustache, beard, dress, money, education, country, religion etc.

When it’s come through path of money, wealth, name, fame-is it loves? No it is compromise. If any love you as you are that is love. But ………………

What about me, love is just not come. Come but it’s just an illusion. Love come, I drowned and lost in happiness. But once I realized it just a dream. My wake up and love lost. I did not accused her, what she think she do that. But why she came, if she not its good for me.

Now after long day I think what’s happen it is good for both. Because love is immortal, but not lover. Live with quarrel, better separation. Now I am happy I think she also. So many times I want good love but it is not possible. Because when I want shower I got hot sun. I want to bath but burn.

No dear reader I don’t want to tell this sad love story of me. I want happiness and prosperity in love of all. I believe one day me got this immortal. Every man and women who did not find it or lost it, they find it in their life time. Love could not find out of world, it’s born and grow only in earth. We hope for this day when all people love others. Love for human being, love for all creature, for nature for earth.       

My school ‘The Vivekananda Institution’

We live in new days but do not forget our past. Like my school –my school ‘The Vivekananda Institution’. Swami Vivekananda was one of renowned reformer of not only Bengal, also India. We know him as a religious and social reformer. He gave a prestigious place to Hindu Religion, Indian culture. When he delivered his historical speech on the stage of world religious conference at Chicago, USA in 1893. He was founder of Ramakrishna Mission.

At 1922 our school was established in Howrah, at Kasundia Road. Then in 1926 it was sifted to Netaji Subhas Road. At last in 1957 it was sifted to new address, that is 7/8 Naskar Para Lane, now it is Known as Swami Vivekananda Road. This is one of the best school of Howrah. In spite of many obstacle, financial problem, glorious saga of this school still flow. Many scholars, famous man once read in this school. In future they spread their precious work to whole country.  

I am a very ordinary student of this school, I started my school life in 1987 from class one. I attached with this school till twelfth standard.

First day, when I go to this school for admission test with my grandpa, and uncle- I was cried loudly for didn’t go into the school room. Any way then I passed this test, and took admission. This was morning schedule.

I got some friend in this school. At first which school I did not like, after some day I am waiting eagerly for school time. I was fond of choto bari (new and small school building), Boro bari (Old and big school building), school ground and play there. Till today I remember the love and scold of teachers. One day at Tiffin time I ran through suddenly I stuck with a teacher. I felt afraid for scolded but I strange to see he smiled and handshake with me.    

I liked school library, every week we got a book for reading. Many story book I read from this library. We always eager for tiffin break, no not for food for play. In rainy day we also played in ground. After school time sometimes we did not want to go home, for play. Because this type of big play ground really rare in Howrah city.

Classes one to four are morning section, and class five to twelve day section. At morning section when science lab was locked, we climbed to outer window of lab from outside of building for saw the Skeleton of man at biology lab. One day my guardian called for my fault, I was accused for hit a boys ear and make bleeding. I remember that I said another boy told me so I did it. Teacher told in front my mother, if your friend told for jump to fire, are you do that?    

I liked specially literature, history and geography. For love to literature I joined at sahity sava (literary meet) at school. Where I wrote some poem and short stories in Bengali. I was fond of recitation from this time. Till today I am with recitation and anchoring for this day’s experience and remembrance.       

Every year alumni students are arranged alumni associations, every year I could not go there. But when I go I still recall this gold plated school days.     

Howrah is my hometown

 

Howrah is my city; it is district town of same name district. It is the smallest district among 18 districts of west Bengal. Howrah city is twin city of Kolkata, now Howrah considered within greater Kolkata (Kolkata metropolitan).  Yet Howrah is the city of 500 years old, when Kolkata just 323 years old. According to history when Job charnock (administrator of British east India Company)came to Bengal in 1690, he choose uluberia (a place of Howrah district on the bank of Ganges river) for established their business house. But it was not possible for obstruction, came from local people. Then he went to Kolkata another side of river Bhagirathi (river Ganges), which was the foundation of Kolkata city. Howrah is the second largest city of west Bengal. The name itself is possibly derived from a village named Harirah which was located in or about the site of modern day Howrah City. Howrah municipality started their administration from 1862.

                                            

In Howrah city’s locality like shibpur, salkia, ramkrishnapur, B-garden, chatterjehat, santragachi, ramrajatala, jagacha, dasnagar, belgachia, betor, baksara, belur, ghusuri, liluh, malipanchghara, bantra, kadamtala etc. We live at chatterjeehat area. My ancestors lived in east Bengal. 1947, at time of independence of India. Bengal divided in two parts; east Bengal became the part of Pakistan. From escape from communal riot near about 5 million refugees came to west Bengal. Then my ancestors also settle down in here. We are the third generation of this unfortunate people who uprooted from their old home. Anyway, Howrah is my town, I born and grows up here.

                                            

I love my city very much. It is an old city, narrow road, clumsy market place, traffic problems, but stills I like this city for life. This city once called coolie town. But a city of industries, many small, mediocre, big industries once fulfills this city. But now many of them just remain like ruined history. It is a city of culture, sports and educations. Bengal engineering and Science University is second oldest engineering college of India. Belur math, the head quarter of Ramakrishna Mission, established by Swami Vivekananda. Botanical garden of India (here you can see great banyan tree), Howrah station-largest railway station of eastern India situated in this city. Veteran writers, Poets, actors of theater, film actors-actresses, historians, musicians, players born in this city.

                                               

This is my howrah, my beloved city. I like her with all odds. I wander this city from one side to another. I like her smell, test, scene, sound, touch, smile, cry, prestige, honour, insult, fear, craziness, shouting, whispering, order, request all. Water logged city, mud ways, scorching sun flooded road, dim lighted road, foggy park all are my favorite. Her rendezvous n music, festivals n puja, and recitation n theater- I admire. Often this city is generous, often ferocious; love others and scold. I love her, hate her; respect her, criticized her. But above all I say-in any position, any situation, and any circumstances its’ mine. 

Separatist movement of India-now and in future-

India is going to be the superpower of the world. But is it possible? Can Asian country sift world power from America and European Union. We don’t know about china, because this country is unpredictable. But India, still half poor of the world live in here, half children are growing up through malnutrition. GDP growth going down, unemployment, inflation of money;

But I think main problem is politics, which make inequality between man and women, one language to other language, one culture to another, one religion to another. For betterment of coming vote they pamper people categorically. They make category in cast, religion, language, culture etc.

If people think they do not give entry this people in their day to day life, it is become far better situation than now. I know that India is a democratic country. So voting system is essential to continue this democracy. We feel proud that India is largest democracy of the world. It is tough to continue democracy in such country where 1.2 billion population, so many languages and religion we can see here. But verdict should be done in the basis of development.

Separatist movement is another big problem of India. We should uproot this problem when we stared journey after independence in 1947. What is the wanting of these separatists, why they think if they are live in India, they lost their identity? Whose identity lost for stay together, this identity is so fragile. We the Indian, who believe in unity, we should stay, go and mixed with the people who think that they are separate. Provincialism is proud for this separatist. Who think they are unidentified for stay with other, they have no eligibility to be renowned. Who afraid for their education and culture, which can be flush out by other's culture and education, this culture is so week. One day future will wipe out this culture.

This is not movement, this coward step to kill other innocent people. This kind of separatist’s step encouraged our enemy. Now we see we did not learn from history. Eight hundred years ago this type of internal conflict call foreign invader. 250 years ago we see the repeat of history. We do not want more.