PART 1ST

  MY DREAM ,MY LOVE

    THE SERIES OF JOURNEY THROUGH A LIFE 

                              PART- I

                                  SANDIP DAS

THE MAIN COURSE 

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The Dumdum-Delhi aircraft no.B-361 is ready to depart.O my god,flight!! Am I dreaming.I just wondered as it was my long dream to fly high in the sky.The clouds will be beneath my feet. I can`t believe this. But who am I ? What is my real motif to touch the sky ? Exclaimed no? Sorry my friends it is my mistake. Let me introduce you.

My name is Sandip Das. Das!! Yes Bengali and from a mediocre family of Bengal. My father was a railway servant worked at CLW/CRJ. CLW!! Yes friend, its Chittaranjan Locomotive Works, the world of big railway engines that carry millions of people everyday. How happy one must be while riding on a train and visit different places. I also had such kinds of dream of travelling in a train to Howrah Jn., the gateway to Kolkata, the capital of Bengal. It was my uncle`s palace there and I used to visit there with my parents every year especially during PUJA. I mean DURGA PUJA, the greatest festival of Bengalees. Being a railway worker my father gets railway pass and our journey was quiet comfortable singing and cracking jokes in sleeper coaches and sometimes in AC also. But everybody`s fate is not the same . They were forced to travel in general coaches hunging and crowding at the doors. Their postures reminds me of morning toilet scene.

Healthy toilet in the morning is good for our health. So, everyday it is my duty to go to toilet and washout last night`s food grains from the stomach. During my childhood I had a notion that there must be some colour changing machine fitted in our stomach otherwise every colourful grains must not be of same colour ,yellow.

    

   ‘Yellow , yellow dirty fellow….’the girl next to my bench cried. We were in nursery then. The attraction quickly shiefted towards her as a foul smell came out from the back.’You again today…’mam shouted. Yellow fluids spoiled that day class and it all ended with an un-official holiday. Today is also an unofficial holiday for me. The bus is ready to take the passengers toward the flight when the phone rang just like bell rang in our school. The bell rang and the crowd of the students ran out of the school. Parents were ready with their bikes and scooters to take us back to home but before this my bag was always checked as I had a habit of losing things. Today security also checked my luggages and even me . It is just an airport etiquittes, before allowing me to enter the airport. They perhaps do not know of my previous habit and atleast everybody doesnot have such habit of forgetting things but I do;even today. That night while travelling from my insurance office to home in Chambal express I forgot my bag and lost all my clothing kept in it. I reminded of it when I was about to start my bike. My bike,Hero Glamour, new and obviously my own. My father had one but scooter, LML VESPA. My memories are crowded with a lot of good memories with it. After bypass surgery in 1999 my father left the vehicle until it was unofficially transferred to me. Now it has turned old like my father. He is old and weak as he is suffering from ALZEIHMER disease , before he passed away just like his old scooter .

The phone rang. It was her voice speaking in soft tone,’please, not this time, come any other time you want. But your`s joining first….’. The word joining is very tough for me to describe. The day when I joined my first school was not so pleasurable than that of now when I am going to join my carrier in THE N.I.A. as an Administrative officer. The post was so grand and rich that it attracts me more than other two viz.state bank of india clerkship and united bank probationary officer. Though she advised me to go for state bank and at the beginning I also wanted to join the post but some action of the moment changed the entire life course and my first carrier started to flow along the current of N.I.A.

Being a member of insurance company I had to go to Burdwan before 10 as my branch was in burdwan . The office was loaded with work but being a new comer I had nothing to do and started to learn underwriting parts from the office colleagues and agents. Most of my time was spent on chatting with my friends on facebook especially the unforgettable hike gangs leaded by ‘THE DON’,my sweet heart.

We met on facebook and as I first saw her I fell in love with her. Dreams crowded my mind as we started to know each other. The evening call at 5 was my favourite and I donot mind talking to an unknown girl .Soon she became my favourite as my lady luck of those days of college. My college life passed under the academic supervision of Deshabandhu Mahavidyalaya run by Burdwan University. The days are more known for the affairs and friendship than education and studies. I gather many friends specially our friendship quadrilateral . We enjoyed a lot those days and hardly miss any class of our subject English under the guidance of Basanta Laskar in both home and class along with Mr.Somnath bandhyopadhyae, popularly known to us as somu da.

‘Donot try to write poetry’,somu da adviced soumick as he tried to popularize madhurima with his writings. But he was excellent in painting. That day when soumick and me was ordering the bottle of bear at kfc tears rolled down from his eyes. He was recollecting his dream of becoming great painter. Mr.Jyoti basu had presented him award as I was thinking the prize was given not by the then chief minister of west Bengal but his party comrade leader. His parents were two dedicated party workers who later on stand for the panchayat election but failed to win. He often told about Marxist ideal in the batch of Somu da who I think understand politics well to debate . I was at that time a mere student of school of politics. What is Marxist and what is capitalist is just a theoretical concept to me. I just knew as much as I had learnt in schools and colleges. That was friendship day, not usual but a special one for me during college life. I started to like the little girl of our class from the very first day of my college though she was not unknown to me , I kept the whole matter secrect and dare to propose her(my first love). This time I was matured enough to tell the feelings of my heart to the special girl whom I love and care more than anyone else in this world (except my parents) though she holds second rank in this list. 

Distance was too far to meet and first dating of my life seems to be an impossible task if she had not challenged me to visit her place within a day. It was 7th of may. The announcement declare that our flight is about to take off. It was undoubtedly a dream comes true. That night I was sleeping in the warm rooms of pune and was dreaming of having her just beside my bed calling me sweetheart. Suddenly the facebook message tone awaken me and I was surprised to see a message from Ms.sharma,one of her close mates. It was 21st time we had quarreled and she decided to go for a break off with me. My world seemed to loose a valuable part and sorrow engulfed my mind. I felt the same when my lovely pet BITTU passed away. Her eyes was glancing at me. Her death made me felt that I was loosing my best friend . Though she died, I got two best gifts of my life . One is my first  job and the other one is my queen , THE DON.

To Be contineued in the next part ...