I am alive because of Mr. Jaydev Prasad.

Today i narrowly escaped an accident, an accident which results in death in most cases.

I work in Indian Railways and my office is called as "Departure Yard cum Platform Station Master Office". This office is situated between Middle line of Kharagpur - Howrah section and departure yard.

There is always movement of trains in middle line and in yard. Sometimes in yard the trains run of engine-pushing and in such cases the driver is unable to see the front of direction of movement. In my case I came out of the office to instruct some movement to Mr. Jaydev Prasad. We shout and gesticulate to instruct to a person far away. Mr. Jaydev was about 50 meters away. I was unaware of trains behind me which was coming to my side. Mr. Jaydev gesticulated to me to look back. His gesticulation was so timely, that when i looked back i had about three or four seconds of time to move.

Mr Jaydev was also unaware that I did not noticed the train.

Last Word: I am alive because of Mr. Jaydev Prasad.

Last 14 years, after my fathers death

The last fourteen years. Why am I writing this? Actually today is 4th April 2009 and tomorrow is the death anniversary of my father. He died 14 years ago in the year 1995. It was the early morning at about 4.00 am. My mother came to our room in which I was sleeping along with my brother. By her shouting we suddenly woke up. My grandmother in another room also got awake. I was ignorant that my father will die soon. My father was suffering from throat cancer. His stage of cancer was advanced but we did not know when he will die


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Light Pollution

Today, for the first time I heard about a new subject, LIGHT POLLUTION. I was turning pages of magazine "National Geographic" at State Central Libraby, Kolkata situated near Bidhannagar. I never heard or studied of this pollution from any one earlier.

Any one can view the topic at

http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/geopedia/Light_Pollution

As one can see the pic of Light Pollution. Light pollution in the broad sense refers to any nighttime artificial light that shines where it's not needed.

BLOOD DONATION

I registered in http://www.bharatbloodbank.com/, and within a month I got a call in the morning for B negative blood. On that very same day in the afternoon one another person called asking for blood. I was confused what to say to the second as I already committed to the first one. I then called to first as they said they are keeping me as reserve and will call me if required. I told them my situation and they then asked to donate blood to the second group as they already arranged.
I call to the second group and fixed time for drawing blood. I never met them earlier. I went to blood bank to that hospital and asked for the patient party. They made contact and after meeting them I gave blood. Later Mr Shyamal Chakraborty, brother of patients wife thanked me so much and cried while talking to me. It made me feel that he is giving thanks from inside. He asked me to take refreshments and offered to pay taxi fare. He then told about the patient. Patients name is Rajshri Sanyal (M)31 yrs. suffered convulsions and renal failure. He fainted and was admitted to WestBank hospital, Kolkata. He remained in ICU for four days and as his health not , the doctor advised patient party to admit him in some better hospital. He was then admitted to AMRI. After six or seven days in ICU his health recovered and shifted to general bed.

Mr Shyamal many times called me to ask my health status after blood donation.
After four days in the evening he called me again and said that patient is recovering and has been shifted to general bed from ICU. He said that he is informing me news first. I was to happy to know that patient is recovering and I am the first one informed by Mr. Shyamal.

My view: Blood donation can also make friends.

I will append this article when I get any news from them.


Dated: 03/12/2008.
I am very happy that I am able to append this post with a positive indication from the health of the patient. Mr. Rajshri Sanyal recovered and has been taken back to his residence. They invited me to their place, but still I could not make time.

Picnic / Party at Pondi's Gaon

It was in the mid of our class twelfth in the year 1993. Probably after our half yearly examination, may be in the month of September or October, we went to Pondi's farm house for a picnic. We all were schoolmates. We were about 12 to 15. As far as I remember I mention the names; Shishir Saxena, Debabrata Chatterjee, Amit Awasthi, Shrikant, Pondi and myself. I am unable to recollect other names and if any of the friends read this, please help to expand the list.

In those times we were new to alcohol. Prior to that I had once taken beer, that on Shrikant's birthday. At that time it was first alcohol consumption for me as well as for Pondi. Pondi and me were both waiting for the each other to try first. Then he showed his courage only after I had taken that. He later said, that he was waiting, that if I take then only he will do so.

On the way to Pondi's farm house, We stopped for a while, and Shishir bring out one bottle he had. I took one cap full raw. It was like cool sensation when one rubs spirit on our skin. I said its cool, then Shishir replied wait beta, abhi garam hone hi wala hai.

Pondi's farm house was about 12 kms. away form Bilaspur. A thin rain fed river flowed nearby. There they cultivated rice, vegetables and many things. After reaching there all consumed alcohol. At that time I, Pondi, Shrikant had very little to have as Amit was a empty drum. He may have taken more, and his health condition worsened, and he vomited several times to relieve himself.

We all took bath at the river, and had taken our lunch there, who cared who is preparing. But Pondi's family member had arranged that.

This story is memorable only because of Amit Awasthi and his vomiting.

I request my friends to read this and help to to add the names of other friends and other topics on that occasion.

In this I like to include similar incident of another friend Sunil Gupta and Sachin Pandey.
Once we went to Kuthaghat. Probably myself, Shrikant, Pondi, Sachin and Sunil Gupta. May one more went there. At Kutaghat, Sunil Gupta had done vomiting several times due to excess alcohol taken by him.

And the story of Sachin Pandey, in a separate posting under his name.

ALL OTHER FRIENDS OF USLAPUR

I have to think a lot to recollect the names, with whom I had shared my childhood.

Mohan's family: Consist of Mohan's Mom(Aruna), Dad(Ganga Ram Maravi) and Five sisters, Guddi (Swarn Rekha), Prabha, Hem Pushpa(Hema), Yashwanti(Neetu), Uma. Among six Mohan is 5 th according to age. Another Brother he had but he died within few months after his birth and may be before named.

Another friends Subbu and Chinni are brothers of one Telegu family. We played together but their father got transferred when we were too young. I don't have any contacts with then. If ever they read this, please reply.

There was another telegu family and they were three sisters. Don't remember the name to elder two and the youngest named Uma. My mother's friend was their mother. Both mothers used to go to some sewing school. Also she taught preparation of Upma, Idli, dosa and other south indian dishes to my mother. She also presented a claymade Radha-Krishna of pink color, which remained in the show case of our dressing table for long long, till shifting from Bilaspur to Birnagar of that furniture. They left Uslapur when I was very young.

Another Telegu family, boy named Bhaskar was eldest and had two sisters, forgot the name of elder one but the youngest named . His father was a good/sincere worker as commented by my father. They also left Uslapur too early, butmay I have got three or four years to play with them.

A family of Chattisgarh origin had few brothers and sisters. The eldest brother Ashok, and nest Kishore and last Shiv, and sisters name Guddi and could not mention other names and sequence as per their age. I used to play with Shiv and my brother with Kishore.

Now I would like to mention of a Muslim family. They were one brother and two sisters. Brother name Guddu Raja (Abdul Arif), sister Guddi Rani, and the third and youngest's name I could not say. Actually the third one got birth when I was about to leave Uslapur, but they already left Uslapur. His Father's name was Abdul Rashid. They were a good family and we were very close, and our mothers were really close. They used to invite all persons of Uslapur, may be 50 to 60 for dinner durin Roja. My father doesn't went to any houses there, and so they used to sent special Semiya for him. We noticed that they sent best quality food to our house. His father got transferred to some station in CIC section nearby to Shahdol. As he got transferred, they vacated the Railway quarter, and stayed in their own house jointly owned by other brothers of Mr. Rashid. But he died to early of an accident, at his work place and got drowned in a lake and his body was found in the morning. We all were shocked by his sudden demise at such young age, and Guddu Raja was about 15 years of age. His father died after my father's and my mother visited to his mother only once befor my mother died

My Friend: Pondi

First, I shall tell his actual name, that is Shailendra and his pet name Monu. But how and when he became Pondi? One more thing that among our friends more call him Pondi than his original name.

He was named Pondi by Mohit Mahadik. Shailendra called Mohit by some funny name and then Mohit called him Pondi. Funny name for Mohit did not lasted but Pondi.

Pondi joined our school in standard VI. He and Sunil Gupta joined Burgess School as both left Christan School after 5th. Though we all were in same class but till 7th they were not closer to me. From 8th Sunil became my friend, but not Pondi, may I disliked him at that time, but I preferred Sunil's company. Slowly or gradually, Sunil's company changed and Pondi became closer to me. I think the reason behind that may be the likeness of subjects. I, Shrikant, Pondi preferred Maths in Science group, Whereas Sunil preferred Biology.

There was a time when I needed Pondi as companion in any thing, be it school function, study, party, etc. One reason for me to be dependent on him, was that he lived nearest to my place of living. I liked him very much.

One thing for which I disliked him was not keeping his words regarding to time. Many times he asked for any thing at certain time, but he never get ready on that time. He is most unpunctual, I ever met. Many times I got irritated over him for this. He also used to make false promises. Once I and he were returning from some place, and both of us were invited by Mohan for lunch. We were already late, and Mohan called us asking by what time we will reach to Mohan's house. Knowing that we were at least 20 minutes away, he said to Mohan over phone that we will reach by 10 min. At that time my irritation overtook my patience and I scolded him, that why he is making false promises. If we are 20 minutes away, then we shall tell Mohan that it will take another 25 minutes. Its his nature to give time, knowing that he will not be able to follow that time.

The things I liked of him that he was instant in giving comic replies. He is also very dutiful to his parents. He is also able to mis up with other peoples, which I can't (Shrikant and Mohan or Abdul also can't). He is never shy of doing work at public places.

One thing I like to mention his story of stolen bicycle. He went for computer classes and placed his bicycle in place for parking. While coming out of his classes he noticed that his bicycle is stolen. He depressed returning to his home by walking. On the way he noticed one unlocked bicycle without owner. He silently went near to that and ran away with others bicycle. He told this to us. We enquired what he told to his fathers as his own cycle was not there. He replied that someone may have mistaken for his bicycle and took others, and when he came out of classes, he noticed that his cycle was missing but other cycle was there without owner. Someone has done unintentionally and the cycle interchanged.

There are many stories to write about him. But trying to put the Posts limited, so ending with the message to him:

"Dear Pondi, I miss you you very much. You read this and if found anything objectionable, please inform me."