Sudipto Halder Writings

  The main road of our village was named after the father of the Jamindar; Abinaswar Kumar Path. And, the other less important roads are named after other well-known people of the village, who were known as the friend or advisor of the former Jamindar. One such path was also named after my grandfather, which proves that my grandfather too, was a friend of the former Jamindar. Perhaps my father was a friend of the present Jamindar and I was a friend of Jamindar's son, probably, to maintain that tradition. There was no one else in the village; with I had friendship or acquaintance. My father was a well-known person too, in the village. We were not the Jamindar but we had a well-spread business. We had different businesses, but we mainly had rice mills. In fact, the whole rice of the village was supplied from our warehouse. We used to import rice from various places. But I had no interest in these businesses. How much land is being cultivated! Where are the new shops opening! What...

  The clock strikes six and a half. 'Amal, It has been too late. We will not get any place in the Down Gobardanga Local today', I said. ‘Can’t get a place? Hey, Kali Pujo's shopping is going on, they'll push us off the train', Amal replied. Both laughed at our impending crisis. He has a little knowledge about this crowd because he travels by train from time to time. I have none; I have only heard about the crowds of Bongaon locals, well I will get to see it today. I am Sudeb, and this is my friend is Amal. We work together in the engineering department of a multinational electronics company. We have special work to do. If a buyer buys a new item and it breaks down, we go to the buyer's home to have it repaired. With acquiring an engineering degree, I thought it would be an honorable job, but that's not happening. Disrespect is more we receive than honor; If people buy something with their money and it breaks down in a few days, they will get furious ...