Some thing about my three days

13th October 2010


The day was as usual but every one of our staff was in a hurry to leave the office for puja vacation. All of us were wishing each other a prosperous and joyful Dasahara & we all hoped to see each other on the opening day of our college i.e. on 27th October. But we all knew that we will miss one Miss Champa Nayak of our college on that day.

On the eve of Dasahara vacation Miss Champa, the junior lecturer in zoology tendered her resignation letter to the principal. She was the first among the lecturers to leave the job in quest of other avenues of life. Her resignation made us rethink about our future and career.

That evening almost all the staff left Govindapally for their native places but I stayed at Govindapally for two days more as my train reservation was for 15th Oct. I was doubly sad during those two days because I was all alone on the headquarters and further in this puja vacation I had to leave my wife at her paternal home as she was in the 6th month of her pregnancy. All were expecting a junior edition of my being and were very happy but for the next few months I had to live a solitary life.

That day I was looking at my wife when she was folding my dress and packing them up for the up-coming journey. She was looking very beautiful and with her presence not only the room and but also the whole house looked beautiful. But  inwardly I was sadder because  I had to miss her beauty and love for some time.

Tomorrow I shall set out for Balasore to leave my wife at her parents. It is true that during the carrying stage a wife needs her husband most by her side. But I am undone. I cannot stay with her nor she can. She had to go to her parents against her will. She can not stay with me at Govindapally till her delivery because the place is too remote. In addition, the naxals call strikes frequently and unexpectedly and as a result all sort of communication is disruppted all of a sudden. This grim situation can even linger for days together. Last but not the least the medical facility is also not so well.


My wife feels bitter at the thought of  her separation from me and the same is also with me. But which cannot be cured must be endured.

14th October 2010

The morning was full of household work. Everything had to be kept safely before locking the house for the next 10 days. The house had a leaking roof so in our absence the rain supposed to be a great threat to all the household items. When there was rain we used to displace the household articles to safety. The rainwater had a peculiar style to affect us depending its tempo. So it was somewhat unpredictable to determine the safe points of our house. So we had to take resort to Polythene sheets. That morning we covered the important appliances with polythene sheets and locked the doors. The hired taxi was ready and on the ‘S’-shaped jungle road we set out for the state-capital.

15th October,2010

I walked around the Bhubaneswar railway station holding gently the soft hands of my wife. She was walking with little difficulties. It was the sixth month of her pregnancy and her movement was little slow. We came out of the station to buy our lunch packets. The Big sign board of HOTEL RICH caught our eyes and at the same time the memory linked with that hotel also flashed in our mind. Once we both had been to that hotel. That day we were really in a hurry because our train was about to approach the station in less than an hour. But the waiter had taken a long time to serve the food as a result we had to gobble up the food in such a hurry that the meal seemed tasteless. This time we thought not to enter that hotel and bought our food instantly from a small Dhaba by the road side at a far lesser price.

Some words of appreciation and the after thought.

In an essay about “your class teacher” the students of my college wrote very highly of my teaching style and my over all personality. The words of appreciation seemed exaggerated with respect to my real sense of commitment and duty. For a few moments I felt about the important role a teacher plays in shaping the young minds of the students. A little effort also has a far-reaching influence on the minds of the students. So it becomes mandatory on the part of the teacher to disseminate the best ideas and the best life-skills to his students religiously. The selfless activities will go in giving a meaning to the new generation.

Staying in the remote parts of the tribal regions we have been accustomed to give our teaching service to the society. Sometimes the dream of a prosperous city life allures us and cause displeasure. Often a sense of frustration also grips but a spiritual interpretation of life lived here in the service of the backward sections of our society gives a profound self esteem.

It has been more than four years that we have stayed in a small village and have constantly rendered our service for educating the tribal youths. Life is full of routine activity. Two principals have been changed on transfer during these four years but we stay in the same station unchanged and unmoved. Every black cloud has its silver lining. The four years have taught us to be more like a teacher. The professional attitude of a teacher is slowly developed. The calm disposition and gravity of a teaching professional are gradually inculcated.

Training At RTI, Bhubaneswar.

All the junior lecturers and  PGTs of ST/SC Development Department of Govt of Orissa were called for a refresher course at ST/SC Research Training Institute at CRP square Bhubaneswar. The get-together of the old friends at the same place after a long time gap of 4 years was really a big treat. The Refresher course was simply a name and meeting each other was the real fun and game.However, some of the participants had come to the training programme leaving their families unattended in the remote pockets of KBK districts.So at times the memory of their family made them conscious to finish the course at once and move back to their work station as soon as possible.

During the course we happened to sit in the conference hall for 7 hours like the school children.It revived the old habit of our school days.The educational out put was spiced with a strong fellow-feeling. To some extent we had become more alert, more innovative and smart.The refresher course was capable of dispensing the student's point of view to the teachers who sat in the programme like the students of a school.

On that day I was completely drenched. The rain coat was of little use. And I had to cover another 40 kilometres on my bike. The road was lonely. Road side trees were the only visible companions. The rain was showering sporadically. On my way I saw a school boy walking in the direction of my journey . I stopped my bike near the boy and told him to come with me. He accepted my offer and placed himself on the back seat. We rode away and after covering two or more kilometres, the boy wanted to get down. I thought in my mind that as the boy belonged to a tribal community and they were not exposed to the CULTURED MANNERS of civilisation, expecting a word like 'THANKS' from him was meaningless. Without any such expectation of words of thanks, I left the boy at his destination. And before taking leave from the boy my eyes met with his eyes, suddenly a beautiful smile of happiness came from his heart and lit up his tender face. That beautiful expression on his face warmed my rain drenched being and I rode all the way without looking back remembering and weighing the emptiness of artificial cultured mannerism on one side with the pure human expression of heart.

Writing a book.

"Write a book which you often think to read but none has written it yet." This line touched my heart readily and made me write it in my blogpost. For a moment I pondered what things I have dreamt for and why I have