MEMORIES

Few memories of my life                                                                                                         

KOYELIA

My daughter Koyelia Datta, very naughty, smart, and sweet.  I love her so much.  The whole day I’m not getting any time for any other work without her.  Sometimes I became angry but nothing to do, I’ve to listen her.  Her attitude, her movements, her style.....everything amazing.  She is very intelligent too.  Her sense in everywork is so high .....whatever.....

Still I can remember the day of her birth.  That was Sunday.  From the morning I was felling delivery pain but couldn’t understand it properly.  I made tea for my father & brother.  Seeing me my mother understood.....she asked and then there call my father, my husband and my brother. I went in Careland Nursinghome.  Bit kaku (my father’s friend) opperated me. It was a normal delivery.  Just at 12.00 noon there’s a sound.  I got relax.  Kaku told me....it is a girl.  I was happy and my all relatives too.  My husband also. 

But the same day in the evening I listened a bad news of my father–in-law.  It was suspect to cancer.  I shocked.  My daugthter was premature baby (8 months delivery).  So she was only 1 kg & 200gm.  I feared....how I will take in lap and tackle her.

Everything done by my mom.  From the birth (11th Jannuary’09)  to till the day.  I came back from the nurshing home just after oneday.  After two days I went to my father-in-law.  He was crying but happy.  Same day the  doctor said ....the baby suffered from jaundice.  Very nextday in the evening I admitted Rabindranath nurshing home.  There was her treatment by phototheraphy.

Same time Kaushik went Velore with his father.  That was the time  I never can forget.  One side happiness, oneside sorrow.  I was pazzled.  May Kaushik too.  Many mistakes, many wrong concepts arrieved....It was difficult to get what to do?  Whatever after threedays I came back from nurshing home.  I came to know that the suspection was correct about my father-in law.

May my daughter birth early only to see her Grandy.  She is unlucky because she didn’t get the love of her grandfather.  Without the humble touch of my mother it was impossible to nurished her.  Quite 3 months me and my mother couldn’d take sleep.  She was so week and thin.  How she recover all oh!....it’s really dangerours.

Seeing her today who will say---she’s a premature baby.  Now she is telling so many poems, she’s too much talkative just like her father.  Actually most of her attitude like her father.

Thia is learning dance now......just fourdays.  Thia ....the name of my daughter.  I call her “Puchan”, my mother----‘Guria’, her thamu calls her---‘sona’, her father----‘mai’.  Bapi (she calls ) mama calls her ‘puchku’.  Thia, Koyelia kept by her Grandfather (dadumoni).    

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                                                              CCAI in its birth day

CCAI is  just like my big brother.  Just four years elder than me Surprising matter is that without my academic study I never learnt any subjects in any other institution.......dance, music ,art, spoken english, english type, bangla type, computer and so on....... Chandra Commercial & Art Institute is my Guru.  Not only I learnt every thing from here I’m Spending my professional life also here.  I’m a Spoken English faculty of CCAI.

1st September just passed.  And it was the birthday (foundation day) of CCAI......35th birthday.  The programme was enjoying.  It was just a homely programme.  There was a inaguration  song, which energies us for whole programme----It was -----‘We shall over come some day’.  Then there were so many programmes of our little, young students.  Few told english ryhmmes, few bengali recitation, music, dance, drama etc.

And there was a little performer.  That is my daughter-----Koyelia Datta, two & half years, told a bengali rhymes ---“ Akash ghire megh korechhe surji gelo pate.”  At last there was quiz.  It was so good, so enjoying.

The most atractive was the drame.  It was short funny but carrying a very nice messege.  “Obak Jalpan” written by Sukumar Roy.  The participents were “Anirban Indra, Souvik Nath, Sukrit Nath, Subham Nath, Sudipta Chakrabarty.  They all were our students and staffs. 

Whatever we enjoyed a lot.  I was the photographer.  I record all the programmes & snaps many photographs.

According to our pricipal & all students CCAI will flourish in future. I hope it’ll be the top of success.

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                                                 Few memories of my life 
                                                                 Cooking is an Art  



Hi! friends, to day I'm filling nice.  Why?  Actually I've taken a delicious lunch.  Oh! that's fantastic.  Who prepares?  Simple....my mother.  After all mothers are expert in it.  She cooks really nice.  There's a different tastes of mother's cook.  You know friends if the dish is fine then whole day will go fine.  I believe someone's style of cooking  can dive clear attitude of him/her.

If your mind is fresh then the reciepies will be good and fresh,  If someone is angry it effects to her cooking also. Actually there is a very good effect of our mind in cooking.  You know when I was little I never cook.  Even when I was in college I didn't know how to cook. If my parents use to go out of station for few days my brother cooked but not me.  It was my mother's order to my big bro not to make me cook.  She used to think that I couldn't do it.  And I was enjoying that ----what a naughty girl I was?

My brother.....after all of his work, cooked for me and he liked it.  So his receipies were also good.  It's simple, different, and new preparation.


But suddenly my life turned.  My mother become ill.   Doctor gave her bed rest.  I started cooking.  That was the first experince of mine in cooking.  Then I was in 2nd year BA.  Slowly I learnt how to cook.  But I wasn't a good cook, because I didn't like it.  But now after my marriage my life changed.  I had to cook then.  And I am loveing  it .  Still now I'm not a good cook but sometimes I get complements.


Now I like to prepare different and new reciepies.  Actually I want to prove.......cooking is an Art and mammys are the artists.

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Few memories of my life

             School-days

       School-days are very nostalgic, full of memory to everybody I think.  For me too.  I still can remember my first day in Lipika Girls’ High School---- Berhampore.  The first day I went there and I had no friends.  All were new to me.  Now the school building is a three storied one, but then it had only the ground floor;  I sat first day on floor.  First day first hour I met Jayshree then Rupali.  Rupali is still my best friend.  But Jayshree.....I don’t know about her after schooling.

          In class vi Sudeshna  became a very good friend of mine.  After Madhyamik, due to her father’s illness she went to her village and later she got married.  I really feel sorry for her.  I miss Sudeshna till the day.  Class vii Asima Mandal  became my friend.  She belonged to a very poor family but always stood first in the class.  Rupali, Sudeshna, Asima and me ---- became best friends.

          After H.S we got de-touched from Asima too.  But Rupali--she still is my friend.  She has also a daughter like me.

          I till can’t forget the day, when the film ‘Disco Dancer’ was telecast on DD National.  It was Thursday.  Like the students of all other schools in Berhampur, most of the students of our school too were absent.  I went but due to less number of students in every class the school was suspended for the day.  And I watched the film too.  Very next day our headmistress puished all the students who didn’t come last day in school; they all had to stand up long at the field.

          In class X, oneday our class teacher told us that next day we 10th class students would take classes.  Means, to act like teachers.  Students choose various subjects to teach.  When it was my turn, all said madam, to give me the role of headmistress.  And I became so.  On that day our all teachers called me and saw how did I look as an acting headmistress. 

          School memories are really sweet.  I never can forget my school.  I want to offer 'pranam' to all of my teachers specially headmistress madam Kaberi Biswas.  She is too much respectable to me.  

           Good wishes to the Lipika Girls’ students.

Ofelia