Getting selected for the ISW / AFA was my first concern. The syllabus for the examination by the UPSC for entry into the Inter Services Wing of the Armed Forces Academy was rather sketchy; a total of three papers, one each on English, Mathematics and General Knowledge / Current Affairs. In those days, there were no coaching classes available for such tests in Kolkata. The examinee was left entirely on his own. Read the rest of this entry
Baba went back to Jessore from our temporary village home in mid 1944 to ‘work’; I stayed behind with Ma at Himaitpur to become a part of the Tapovan Experiment of Sri Sri Thakur Anukul Chandra. Read the rest of this entry
Once we moved out of our home and moved into a temporary shelter, things moved rather fast. Baba went to Pabna for a short visit. He came back with a firm decision to move all of us out of Jessore. Read the rest of this entry
During our trip to Pabna, there was much talk about the forth-coming Utsav at Jessore. At that moment I did not quite know what the references were to. However, on our return it was clear even to my seven year old eyes that some important event was about to take place. Read the rest of this entry
My story today is from the memories of a six year old. Fragmented, somewhat disjointed, but gathered assembled arranged and decorated with fanciful imagination and then cemented with love. To understand the story, however, the reader would need a few background notes that the six-year old is not in a position to provide. For a few minutes therefore I would have to hip-hop between my ‘me’ of to day to the ‘me’ of 1940 as I lay down the back ground, often from hearsay information from an era a decade before I was born. Read the rest of this entry
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