KHOURANG, a poem by Jyotirmoy Sinha

Koto Khourange mor jiban tor ningsinge, aji jauriga mi bahe bahe;
Tore peitou na pahurtou, oya asu mi jungolor phulgo.

Kuno cheya nadehouri, na kuno chara shabdo,
hudda hunouri mi ching ching ching ching;
koto asha korechilu ere dine, har tou pare bulia mone korouri
ere aajikar dukhi dine.

Koidin aage dehesilu mi hoponor porigore, kurigo oya
Aaji koto asha karesu asha thungoitoi bhulia;
Mi tar bonomalir phulgo maloya, Kintu nadehouri kuno milleng.

Aji mor goje porer boronor phuta top-to-peya
Aaji morang nei kuno chati saloya;
Chinta korouri, tor juligot homeitu kishade oya,
Aji mi jungole asu akhulago chatoya.

Hopon dehouri, kundin aaitou mi torang gothanlo paloya,
Kintu dorte nei morang akhulago asu bhulia.

Kripa chauri Bhagvanorang aathan bareya,
Karmo kartou ere dukhipar din jinging bulia;
Akdinte soinei bhujtoi gathanlo sara jagathan loya,
Tore peitou mi mor ahigo jipeya.

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English Grammar

In a small village-II

The story begins from “In a small village”. The story is all about a boy called Alok, his childhood days spent in a village. Explore the world of Alok. Read…

By Jyotirmoy Sinha, New Delhi

Alok’s aim in life at the age of eight was to learn English. So, he prepared himself and passed the 4th standard with flying colours. But God had something else in store for him. The headmaster of his school convinced his parents to keep him in the same class for one more year as he was only eight years old and to be in class V a student has to be nine years old and also as Alok was a good student the headmaster wanted him to attempt for the scholarship exam.

But Alok was not aware of all this. One day when he was digging a drain with his elder brother for playing purpose, a friend of him came running and told him that his parents would not allow him to go to class V. Hearing this anomalous news, he was numb, he hurriedly put out his right hand from the drain and was about to climb up, that time his elder brother hit the spade down to the drain. The spade accidentally hit Alok’s right index finger very badly. But Alok was so shattered by the news given by his friend that he did not feel the pain in his finger. He just once screamed the word ‘Maa”. His mother hearing his scream came running, when she saw him soaked in blood. Alok was calm, he was not bothered about the accident. He instead told his mother with tears in his eyes that he wanted to learn English and that he wanted to go to the next class. But his parents had made up their mind and thus he had to be in the same class for one more year. After that Alok became indifferent to all. He stopped having fun with his friends.

After one week of the incident in which he injured his right index finger, his classes started. He was very upset that he had to be in the same class but he even did not want to disobey his parents. So, he sat out for his school which was at a distance of one kilometer from his home. On the way to school there was a Shiv Temple. Alok sat there for sometime and recollected his memories with his class mates. He remembered how, when there was a half day in school, he and his friends used to sing “Aajke school bondho, golap fhuler gondho“. Also when somebody was not supposed to be touched due to some reason, Alok and his friends used to utter with crossed fingers “bakor khat mankai“. All those memories were hurting him from inside. In the meantime he heard the school bell ring. At that moment a boy came and asked Alok if he had failed in class IV. Alok replied that he had not failed but was dropped to be able to attempt for the scholarship exam. The boy refused to buy his words and asked him not to give excuses. This hurt Alok and instead of going to school he headed towards home.

But, while come back home he saw his elder brother and he tired to hide himself under his big umbrella. But his brother saw him and dropped him in his class. During the break time his new batch mates started teasing him saying that he was a looser and that he had lost one year. Alok tried to explain them that he had not failed but no one was interested. Somehow he adjusted with his new batch mates but he stopped studying at home. His parents insisted him to study and prepare for his scholarship exams but Alok, an obstinate child, had changed his mind without knowing that he had obstructed his path himself by his wrong step.

However, Alok again passed out with flying colors. As per his parents wish he had to sit for the scholarship exams. But his mind was not prepared for the exam. His mind was somewhere else. Yet he appeared for his scholarship exam and was waiting for the result. But Alok was not much concerned about the results of his scholarship exam.His mind was flying high. He had a content grin on his face. He was about to get admission in class V and that he would start learning English.

After few days Alok’s scholarship result was out and he did not qualify in it. He got a good scolding from his parents. He dis not say anything but he was least bothered about the result, after all he was going to get admission in higher class and he was happy with that.

Alok’s parents were almost ready to give him admission in a good school, but in the mean time his uncle, a headmaster of a school, that had classes from class V to class VII came to their house and interdicted them to put Alok in his school as his school had no good students. He emotionally convinced his parents and they had no options but admit Alok at his school.

But Alok was not aware of all this. During the term break he collected notes and books from his old friends and was ready for the next class and he even told some of his friends that he would be going to the same school his old friends are going. On the day of admission Alok was ready, taking an early bath. But his parents told him that he was not going to get admission in that school and that they want him to study in his uncle’s school. Hearing this he had nothing to say. He was fed up of all this. He just sobbed and told his parents that he was away from his friends and that he was disappointed with what they are doing. Then…

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In a small village

Myself Jyotirmoy Sinha, I hail from village Baromuni and at present I stay in New Delhi. Sometimes, amidst my hectic work schedule i try to jot down a few words in the form of poetry. But how people use words and make their articles alive, amuses me. Of late, I too tried to write something and came up with a fictional story.

The story is regarding the life of a village boy named Alok who had dreams of his own and how he overcame all obstacles to fulfill his dreams. Here, the boy’s character will describe the four stages of human life i.e. Childhood, Adolescence , Middle Age and Old Age. The story of Alok goes as below:

‘Mayor Basi’ is a small and beautiful village in Assam. The village is surrounded by vast paddy fields and is full of greenery. The main occupation of the villagers is agriculture, though there are some govt. employees, teachers, army personal etc. also. The people of this village are very simple and lovable. Their dreams and ideas are also very limited.

During the winter season when most of the paddy fields are dry the village children and the youths turn them into cricket and soccer play grounds. During this season, inter village cricket and soccer tournaments are organized where everyone participates with great enthusiasm. In short the people of Mayor Basi are happy with their simple way of life.

In this vary village, on 3rd November 1968, Alok was born in a middle class family in a small village. He was shy, polite and innocence, calm. He considered himself ugly, people used to call him “bear haired”. His aim in life at that stage, wanted to learn English, as others have their aim in life something else.

May be because of this, he made himself aloof from all and his sole companions were books. Alok loved to read books very much. When he used to start reading he used to forget everything in and around him.

But it is not that there were only children who used to tease him, and whom Alok disliked very much but also there were few good students among whom there were competitions, and since Alok was sharp in studies he used to give them healthy competitions.

Alok had a fascination to learn English from his childhood. He loved to spell and read each and every English alphabetical words like A for Apple, B for Ball etc. He did not have dreams to be a doctor or an engineer like most of the children of his age. His dream was to be able to read and write English properly.

For that he had to get admission in a English Medium school which was 25 kms away from his village, since at that time there were no English Medium schools in the village. But Alok was not allowed to go to the town by his parents, may be because of the distance or may be financial problem, he had to study in a Bengali medium school in the village. Alok used to wonder in his tender mind how the village children were unknown of the outer world, how they did not want to know anything else than what their and parents and neighbours taught. But Alok wanted to explore the world outside his village.

Alok was very stubborn in nature. He made up his mind that whatever the circumstances may be he will learn to read and write in English. He started to study more harder and in class IV he passed out in flying colors. His dream of learning English was at last going to be fulfilled, because in Bengali medium schools English was taught from class V.

But Alok’s dream was shattered. One day the head master of his school came to his house and convinced his parents to keep Alok in the same class for one more year and attempt for scholarship the next year which was not planned earlier. Alok was unaware of all this. But when he heard about it…………….

I will come up with the remaining of the story in the next session.

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