A few words…………
Quota: Another man’s beautiful wife! She who is not mine………
BCS: ‘Den of corruption’
BCS officer: Consent to willingly sell one’s freedom
Don’t feel like studying, but want to become a BCS cadre == Want to hear mother’s call, but don’t want to get married. Legally impossible! Sorry!
‘Good job’……. It’s an oxymoron!! “There is no pure job in this world.”
A nobody’s story
Looking back. The story of remaining a nobody. The story of the boy with the worst results; who at one point wasn’t even supposed to complete his honors, about whom no one ever dreamed. The story of repeatedly changing life’s course. The story of a happy unsuccessful accidental engineer who didn’t live someone else’s life, who didn’t compromise with life, the story of a disappointed entrepreneur. How it feels when hard-earned money goes down the drain!!
Identity is more important than existence! Not getting any recognition from anyone is a terribly painful thing.
The story of giving up tutoring. People study alongside tutoring. But I used to study alongside tutoring. Not out of necessity, but out of passion. Later I thought, what does tutoring actually give us?……..Often money and contempt; sometimes respect. Being able to do that work is most joyful, which others think you cannot do. In the life of the Bengali middle class, is life greater, or is the job greater—this conflict is a great conflict!
Days of humiliation, nights of tears. “Have you fallen? Alright, get back up again!” No one says this, everyone just offers words! How does one survive whom nobody wants? The most painful sight in the world: seeing parents’ tears, for which I am responsible.
The defeat of the poison cup and thereafter. Just surviving accomplishes many things. Let me just try living a little! Killing with my own hands the life that my mother gave me—what a great sin that would be! If not like ten other brilliant people, then as one completely unremarkable person! Have you read “The Swimmer and the Water Nymph”?
Getting hurt is better than getting nothing in life. Cry, cry, only to smile better. What does ‘doing something good’ mean? Doing what brings smiles to your parents’ and loved ones’ faces, what makes them hold their heads high—that is doing something good.
When a person’s back hits the wall, the person turns around to fight. My back had gotten embedded in that wall! How like a beggar I would look at everyone’s faces for a few sympathetic words! No one would say that I could do it too.
The story of the iftar party. The story of get-togethers. With every humiliation, opportunity lies hidden.
I am very happy because I didn’t get what I wanted. God sometimes accepts our prayers by not accepting our prayers. Thank God, He didn’t accept my early life’s prayers. It’s getting late—there’s always time enough to understand this.
Why aren’t all prayers answered? What’s the real mystery behind this? We are each merely part of a grand masterplan!