<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-723654898068319908</id><updated>2014-02-12T06:16:39.129-08:00</updated><category term="India"/><category term="Desi Love"/><category term="West Bengal"/><category term="Bengal"/><category term="Bengali Love"/><category term="Calcutta"/><category term="Divine Love"/><category term="Indian Love"/><category term="Kolkata"/><category term="Short Story"/><category term="True Love Story"/><category term="Alien"/><category term="Bandel Chruch"/><category term="Beautiful Lady"/><category term="Bengali Story"/><category term="Birbhum"/><category term="British Raj"/><category term="Childhood Love"/><category term="Cloths"/><category term="Common Man Story"/><category term="Desi Love Story"/><category term="English Love"/><category term="First Love"/><category term="Ganges"/><category term="Heavenly Love"/><category term="History of Love"/><category term="History of Love Story"/><category term="India Love Story"/><category term="Innocent Tibial"/><category term="Interesting Story"/><category term="Jute Mill"/><category term="Lisa"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Love Story"/><category term="My Friend"/><category term="Nice Lady"/><category term="Nice Looking Sharmila"/><category term="Old Love Story"/><category term="Pure Love"/><category term="Pure Love Story"/><category term="Rabin"/><category term="Real Story"/><category term="Rickshaw-Puller"/><category term="Sabad Tribal"/><category term="Sacrificing Story"/><category term="Salt"/><category term="Second Love Story"/><category term="Sweet Sangita"/><category term="Sweet memory"/><category term="True Story"/><title type='text'>story writing</title><subtitle type='html'>Love Story, Moral Story, General Story, Thriller Story, Detective Story, My Personal Experience Story.  </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Debashis Bandopadhyay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-723654898068319908.post-1004387878606637766</id><published>2014-02-08T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-08T07:33:45.788-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bengal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bengali Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Childhood Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Desi Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Divine Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="First Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heavenly Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indian Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pure Love"/><title type='text'>Childhood Love- Really Amazing </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGSEQf4o4qE/UvZN9Qym4iI/AAAAAAAAAVs/q1hNzzvH3hI/s1600/Boyhood-Love.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Childhood Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGSEQf4o4qE/UvZN9Qym4iI/AAAAAAAAAVs/q1hNzzvH3hI/s1600/Boyhood-Love.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGSEQf4o4qE/UvZN9Qym4iI/AAAAAAAAAVs/q1hNzzvH3hI/s1600/Boyhood-Love.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The list of my best friend was very short , maximum four to five friends . All of us were admitted in same school , same class and even also in same section within two conjugated days . My first school was co-education school at Ranikuthi , of Tollygunge , Calcutta . That was not hi-fi school ; a simple middle-class student&#39; oriented school . Students would come from middle-class families .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our time , education was not business like today ; today , a child of two and half year age use to go to school with a huge bag on their back at half sleeping condition . It is normal view of very day morning that child is going to school with a huge bag on the back that is full of different books , note-books , one little water bottle is hanging from the neck to chest , wearing school uniforms , walking on sleeping condition , either mother or father who use to reach them to school as routine duty , almost pulling the child holding little hand . Now every minute of the child passes through the tight schedule like drawing , physical exercise , playing , swimming , etc. according to the schedule of time . As a whole , the childhood totally restricted by time frames . The present education system injects one thing in mind of the parents that today&#39;s life is rat race . There is no time to waste even for one moment as life spans is very short , everything will have to do the best than other and that is also within very short time spans . Parents inject this into their children and always &amp;nbsp;reminded them that they have to achieve the best in their life . Thus they lost their childhood under such pressure .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most of the families are micro families , husband-wife and one or two kids . It is almost proved earlier that developed of brain is started from the age of five , before that , any kind of extra pressure on the child&#39;s brain can be made child arrogant , selfish , and moody , etc . At our time , life was not so complicated like today&#39;s life . Then , before the age of five , there were no schooling system . Throughout the whole life of human being , childhood is the only happy time when the child has no tension of anything ; just eat-play and sleep . Thus the child- health becomes stronger with their brain development too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend was Rathin and thereafter Ashok was the second best friend of me . One day we noticed that Ashok had fallen in love with Bandana that was also our classmate . Most of the time Ashok would like to spent with her . They would always pass their time together . On watching all these , one day we asked Ashok about such attitude , on hearing our word , he became very shy and tried to ignore . Thus the time was passing and they were growing up with their love . Within few days , we forget about all these things and put our mind into our study .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day , Bandana came to us as we were also her friends ; she told us that she was living this schooled as her father was transferred to Delhi . We knew that her father was a central Government employee and his job is transferable . She had already admitted to central school that has little branches all over the country . She also added that yesterday she went to Ashok&#39;s house and told him everything and thereafter she took his leave . This incident had shocked to Ashok very much and he fell in deep fever . We would always went to his house and update him about the day to day class-study .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Ashok is Bank Manager ; even today when we meet together on any occasion , we deliberately remind him about his first love , still he become shy . Even his wife and his only daughter also &amp;nbsp;knew about his first love with Bandana . We don&#39;t know that how they know ; but they know this matter .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/feeds/1004387878606637766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/02/childhood-love-really-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/1004387878606637766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/1004387878606637766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/02/childhood-love-really-amazing.html' title='Childhood Love- Really Amazing '/><author><name>Debashis Bandopadhyay</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102029781657632089750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGSEQf4o4qE/UvZN9Qym4iI/AAAAAAAAAVs/q1hNzzvH3hI/s72-c/Boyhood-Love.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-723654898068319908.post-4124701449438975126</id><published>2014-02-07T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-07T08:14:54.431-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alien"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Desi Love Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ganges"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India Love Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lisa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pure Love Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="True Love Story"/><title type='text'>Lisa &amp; Alien- A Love Story- Part-III </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OY1IxTB6HDU/UvUFzAyc-eI/AAAAAAAAAVc/1Q8qeLZ-His/s1600/Love.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OY1IxTB6HDU/UvUFzAyc-eI/AAAAAAAAAVc/1Q8qeLZ-His/s1600/Love.jpg&quot; height=&quot;143&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Alien were sited on a bench at Outram-Ghat of the Ganges . Both of them were not talking about each other . Their vision was on the water . Then the time was tides ; water of Ganges was weaving . Thus the boats were going up-down for the pressure of the tide-water of Ganges .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was winter time of Calcutta , just the end of November , 1946 . Both of them were fully covered with worm cloths . The programs of India&#39;s freedom movement were in full swing . Most probably , within very short periods , British Raj would be abolished . The entire machinery of British administration were engaged to dominate all freedom movements of the Indians .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa suddenly asked for Alien that what he would do as his father was not ready to accept the love afire of them and also their marriage if would they do . On her asking , Alien didn&#39;t tell anything , actually he couldn&#39;t understand that what he would do or what would be better at this crucial situation . Lastly he told to Lisa that she would not be worried , he would do something in the favor of their love . Lisa had little bit confusion on Alien words and she told him that whether he was sure or not . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien came back to house . Then his mother asked him that where he would be such long time . Alien told his mother that he was with Lisa at Outram-Ghat . Thereafter he told her mother the entire conversation that had would take place there . Suddenly , Alien observed that her mother was rearranging all house-hold items and was doing package with the help of their native servants . Then he asked for his mother the reason of this ; his mother didn&#39;t replied him , but Alien had requested his mother repeatedly , then his mother told that they were going back to their native place , England . On hearing such , &amp;nbsp;Alien became very surprised and asked his mother again that why did them go from here ; this is also their country as they had born here . His mother then replied him with angry that this India is not their mother land , that&#39;s all . She also told that Alien&#39;s father had already sold out his entire business to an India and also their assets . Most probably , within one or two moths they would go back to mother land ; not only those , major of English people of India were going back to England . Alien then shouted that why all of them were going back to England ; his mother told him with very frustration that India would be free very shortly form the British colony and then Indian would administrate this country . So what , Alien asked his mother ; his mother told him , we didn&#39;t know that what type of behavior they would do with us , didn&#39;t know , Indians might be imprisoned them . So they had had to go back to their mother land .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly , Alien didn&#39;t return to England with his parents . He stayed here with this believe that this is his country too . He started his small business in Calcutta and within few years he developed his business . In between , he married to Lisa and both of them were lived here with peace and leaded their happy life with their five children .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/feeds/4124701449438975126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/02/lisa-alien-love-story-part-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/4124701449438975126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/4124701449438975126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/02/lisa-alien-love-story-part-iii.html' title='Lisa &amp; Alien- A Love Story- Part-III '/><author><name>Debashis Bandopadhyay</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102029781657632089750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OY1IxTB6HDU/UvUFzAyc-eI/AAAAAAAAAVc/1Q8qeLZ-His/s72-c/Love.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-723654898068319908.post-3179265053279574527</id><published>2014-02-07T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-07T01:26:10.857-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="British Raj"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Calcutta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Desi Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="English Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="History of Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kolkata"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><title type='text'>Lisa &amp; Alien- A Love Story- Part-II </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0RcdyulzdM/UvSmHLoI6GI/AAAAAAAAAVM/hb3bR0KKb3o/s1600/Lisa+&amp;amp;+Alien.jpg&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;120&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo of Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0RcdyulzdM/UvSmHLoI6GI/AAAAAAAAAVM/hb3bR0KKb3o/s1600/Lisa+&amp;amp;+Alien.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0RcdyulzdM/UvSmHLoI6GI/AAAAAAAAAVM/hb3bR0KKb3o/s1600/Lisa+&amp;amp;+Alien.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alien had also a past family history like Lisa . His forefather was timber merchants of England . Their business was very big . Alien great grandfather was seven brothers and sisters . Mr Paul was elder among his brothers and sisters . Father of Mr Paul was pressurized him to join his business ; but Mr Paul was not ready to join their family business . His father was very angry with him when he came to know that his son did not want to join the family business .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day , Mr Paul escaped from his house and ride on a cargo ship to India . Earlier he knew that India is the place where huge money can be earned by business . Thus he managed the cargo ship captain and taking a helper job of the ship , he reached to India . Then India was totally unknown for Mr Paul . He told his fact to the ship- captain and requested him to give him some reference where he can take shelter . Mr Warner took Mr Paul with him and introduced with an English hotel owner and requested to the hotel owner to appoint Mr Paul at the post of hotel manager as he was educated .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus Mr Paul started his carrier in Calcutta as a hotel manager and one or two years , he again escaped from Calcutta and reached to Darjeeling . At Darjeeling , he took the job of Tea-Garden Manager . The owner of the garden was one Englishman . He loved Mr Paul very much and lastly the tea-garden owner gave marriage his only daughter with Mr Paul . The owner of the tea-garden had married one beautiful lady worker of his garden . Mr Paul had no objection as his wife was not purely Englishwoman .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then , Mr Paul had developed his tea business exporting tea to other Western countries . He purchased one house at Park-Street of Calcutta . Most of the time , he lived in Calcutta and operated his business from here . Because main tea auction markets was in Calcutta . Thereafter Alien&#39;s grandfather , father and even he were also born in Calcutta . His grandfather married Indian lady ; but his father married one Englishwoman . The father of Alien&#39;s mother was &amp;nbsp;a police officer &amp;nbsp;and he was posted at high rank . One day the love story Lisa and Alien had revealed before his parents ; then Alien&#39;s mother told to his father that she had no objection if both of them would ready to marriage . But Alien&#39;s father had a dream that he would give marriage his son with his friend&#39;s daughter who lived in England . Often they were connected with letter correspondences sine long years .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day , the friend of Alien&#39;s father gave the proposal that he would be very glad if Alien would marry his daughter . On hearing the plan of his father about his marriage , he opposed and clearly told his father that he could not do marriage to the daughter of his father&#39;s friend . Because , he loves Lisa very much . Alien&#39;s mother had also supported her son . But Alien&#39;s father was not agreed to accept the relation of them .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/feeds/3179265053279574527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/02/lisa-alien-love-story-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/3179265053279574527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/3179265053279574527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/02/lisa-alien-love-story-part-ii.html' title='Lisa &amp; Alien- A Love Story- Part-II '/><author><name>Debashis Bandopadhyay</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102029781657632089750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0RcdyulzdM/UvSmHLoI6GI/AAAAAAAAAVM/hb3bR0KKb3o/s72-c/Lisa+&amp;+Alien.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-723654898068319908.post-4173494008353593366</id><published>2014-02-06T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-06T17:46:01.430-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Calcutta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cloths"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="History of Love Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jute Mill"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kolkata"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Old Love Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Salt"/><title type='text'>Lisa &amp; Alien- A Love Story </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vat-jN6j9M/UvQ6T8fyenI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8Prt4eHjALk/s1600/Lisa.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vat-jN6j9M/UvQ6T8fyenI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8Prt4eHjALk/s1600/Lisa.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vat-jN6j9M/UvQ6T8fyenI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8Prt4eHjALk/s1600/Lisa.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is very old love stories . The time and place of this love story was old Calcutta of India when British colonial Government of Queen Victoria was the ruler of the country . The time was nearly two-three years back of India&#39;s freedom .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly two hundred years , the colonial British Ruler was captured India . These two hundred years are not a short period ; long and long time . During this period one new culture were born , Indo-British culture .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning , the colonial British ruler would bring fresh English people from their country and used them to control the administration of the country . They were posted in various posts and deployed at various places of the country . Most of them would be single or bachelors ; they would often fall in love with local people mostly women and lastly they would marry them . Their children would not consider as British citizen.&lt;br /&gt;Another class of English people would come here to examine their luck in business . Most of them were young and escaped from the native place England .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My present story is based on these two types of English people . The prime characters of my story are Lisa &amp;amp; Alien . Both of the family of them would live at Park Street area of Calcutta . During the British period, this places was famous as Fringe Para . Because most of the inhabitants of Park Street were original English People that was either British Government employees holding very important posts and other were English Businessmen .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Alien were lived in two separate houses that were situated face to face . Both of them were studied in same class and also in same school of Park Street . Since of their childhood they played together , studied together , etc . Lisa and Alien had separate back histories of their families . Lisa Edward was the fourth generation of their family .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grate grandfather of Lisa came to India from England with Government job in police.Mr Smith Edward came to India with his newly married English wife Jenin . Lisa&#39;s grandfather and her father also was born in India like Lisa . Lisa&#39;s grandfather had no interest in service like his father ; he preferred business . His father allowed him to do business . He started the business of export-import mainly salts and cloths .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr Smith became very fond of local BrhamaSamaj and one day he was introduced with BabuMuktaram who was a famous Jute merchant . He was also another profitable business like slat and cloth exporting to the Western countries . Babu Muktaram had only very beautiful daughters , Elokeshi . Such name was given her parents for her long &amp;amp; beautiful hair .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was educated and mostly English speaking a women. Her age was near about 20+ when she met with Mr . Smith Both of them fallen in love at first sight . Mr Smith had decided to marry her . One day , he told his father about his love with Elokeshi . Father of Mr . Smith had no objection about his marriage ; but his mother , Martha was not ready to accept this marriage with a native lady . Mr Smith was determined to marry Elokeshi ; lastly both of his parents were agreed in this matter .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus Mr Smith married to Elokeshi . But Mr . Smith did not pressurize her to change her religion ; but after long time , Elokeshi had converted herself to Christian religion and thereafter she called , Jenifer Edward . Lisa&#39;s father had also married a young , beautiful Anglo-Indian lady , Sofia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&#39;s father was not good businessman like his father . After his father , when he became the owner of the business of his , he did not continue their business , huge loss was carried ; thus their family business was almost ruined . One Bakery shop of New Market was existed as the source of their income .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/feeds/4173494008353593366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/02/lisa-alien-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/4173494008353593366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/4173494008353593366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/02/lisa-alien-love-story.html' title='Lisa &amp; Alien- A Love Story '/><author><name>Debashis Bandopadhyay</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102029781657632089750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6vat-jN6j9M/UvQ6T8fyenI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8Prt4eHjALk/s72-c/Lisa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-723654898068319908.post-2117922625808151151</id><published>2014-02-05T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-06T17:31:39.225-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birbhum"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Innocent Tibial"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sabad Tribal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="True Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="West Bengal"/><title type='text'>Great Sacrifice- True Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RagGtSOx33U/UvM9E5kFeII/AAAAAAAAAUw/76tY94BLhDo/s1600/image+of+Sabad.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RagGtSOx33U/UvM9E5kFeII/AAAAAAAAAUw/76tY94BLhDo/s1600/image+of+Sabad.jpg&quot; height=&quot;149&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Sabad Tribal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This is the true story of great sacrifice of two brothers . The names of the brothers are Amite and Joy ; they belong to Sabad tribal class of Birbhum district of West Bengal of India . Amit is four years elders from Joy . They are poor . They collect dead eave and dead wood branches of trees every day from nearest forest . These are main sources of their income .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sabad tribal class is most ancient tribal class of India . Since from the ancient age , they are not capable of cultivation . In spite of that , they lived in the caves of the forest and they would lead their life by hunting animals . At the time of British Raj in India , this Sabad tribal class was not in the good book of the British . As per the past record drawn by colonial British , this Sabd tribal class is very lazy and cruel minded . They did not like to change themselves with the time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually , Sabad tribal class is very innocent . Their lifestyle is very simple . Above all they are very poor by born . Thus they habituated to pass their life with poverty . Earlier they would think that poverty is their luck and they could not get out from this curse of poverty . Now few people of them are trying to change their luck . They are sending their children to school and with very hardship ; they are maintaining they study cost .&lt;br /&gt;Though the local Government is doing plan to develop them financially and economically . These two brothers are uneducated as they had no chance to be educated in their life and thus they are carrying the lifestyle of their forefather .This types of people who are not educated , who is poor and passing their life with poverty , have done one miracle .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story in based on that miracle . That portion of Birbhum district where the Sabad tribal class people would live is very generally undeveloped . The lands of this area are not suitable for cultivating . Most of the Sabad tribal are generally depending on the nearest forest for the daily life . From their boyhood , they start work with their senior family members and engaged themselves for earning money . But Amite &amp;amp; Joy , both brothers did not like to pass their life like animals .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They felt that education is only way to change their life . But now they have no chance to change them . But they do not want that their children lead their lives like them . Sabad children need education for the betterment of their future life . The forefather of these two brothers had a vacant land of 10 cothas which are almost left as unusable . Since from their childhood , they had seen that this small part of their land had been lying unusual . Even in &amp;nbsp;the future also , there is no chance to turn back forward .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus they had donated their 10 cothas land &amp;nbsp;free of cost to the local Government and request to start a new primary school at that place where Sabad children will get education and in future they would be educated and change their to the prosperity .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/feeds/2117922625808151151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/02/great-sacrifice-true-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/2117922625808151151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/2117922625808151151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/02/great-sacrifice-true-story.html' title='Great Sacrifice- True Story'/><author><name>Debashis Bandopadhyay</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102029781657632089750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RagGtSOx33U/UvM9E5kFeII/AAAAAAAAAUw/76tY94BLhDo/s72-c/image+of+Sabad.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-723654898068319908.post-5841920964784881172</id><published>2014-01-24T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-25T00:57:23.242-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bengal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Desi Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Divine Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Second Love Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sweet Sangita"/><title type='text'>Sangita- A sweet dream of me !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63xH3v30lNY/UuKBTykbyTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dKqm7jGBOrM/s1600/Mad.1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63xH3v30lNY/UuKBTykbyTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dKqm7jGBOrM/s1600/Mad.1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Symbol of Love drawn on sand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangita is still my sweet dream . He was a very nice looking young lady . Her lough , her talk,and her song all were very sweet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time , I saw that sweet young lady at Madras , now Chennai . She also worked at that building where I was posted to my office . She was working on the office of a famous Tamil film producer . During the period of my lunch-time , I used to see her at the corridor of the building . That building was so big ; there were so many offices of various companies . That house was situated near the statue of Anna Durai .Then I was at the age of 22+ .This 22+ age is the ideal for affectionate and dreaming for all young generation .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my service life from the state in 1983 under a private financial company of India . I belong to Bengal: but I was posted at Madras city , now this is Chennai . That was the first time I came out from Bengal after completing my graduation from Calcutta University .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t forget that &amp;nbsp;the day , frankly say , that day is still very memorable for me . That day I first talked with her at the corridor . Thereafter both of us came to close . She was from middle class families . I went to her house at Egg-More . Her father was an electric train driver . They had small nice houses . She had a small and happy family , her parents , one younger brother and she herself . Her brother was studying 8th standards in an English school . Sangita introduced me with her family and all of them had welcomed me cordially .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was the birthday of Sangita ; but that matter was surprised for me , because she didn&#39;t told me anything about her birthday . So I went her house without any gift and that was very embarrassing situation for me . I was feeling very shy and I told to Sangita , this is not fair ; at least you have to inform me that I can take your choice able gift for you . Sangita was looking at me with her sweet laugh . At that time I was feeling very uncomfortable at that situation . Then Sangita&#39;s father told me , just relax , gift is absolutely nothing , this is just a custom of the society , you just wish her cordially , that is enough .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day , when Sangita met me , I didn&#39;t talk to her . She was apologized , I am sorry babies, please don&#39;t it by heart . I don&#39;t like any kind of gift , you wish for my long live is enough for me . On that day , I pressurized her to take one gift and lastly she kept my request .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter , both of us met several times at Merina sea beach which is the biggest sea beach in Asia . We generally met after our office closing , at the evening . We were sat on the sand very close to each other and talked . In front of us endless seas , weaves and weaves were coming continuously and were shattering on the sand of bank just one after another . Thus we passed many and much golden moment together .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day , she met at Uddipi hotel and had some tea with snacks . Sangita gave this treat to me . I was little bit surprised of it , why this treated Sangita ? Is there any surprise ? She then told me with very painful eyes ; we are leaving this place as my father is transferred to Delhi , within two-three days we will go to Delhi . I was totally spellbound to hear her words . At that time , I was seeing dark in the front my eyes and was feeling that the entire world is colorless , how could I live without her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter , I tried to make my transfer to Delhi ; but my office did not accept my request . Thus my second love story became the end .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/feeds/5841920964784881172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/01/sangita-sweet-dream-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/5841920964784881172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/5841920964784881172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/01/sangita-sweet-dream-of-me.html' title='Sangita- A sweet dream of me !'/><author><name>Debashis Bandopadhyay</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102029781657632089750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-63xH3v30lNY/UuKBTykbyTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dKqm7jGBOrM/s72-c/Mad.1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-723654898068319908.post-4882158468002074050</id><published>2014-01-24T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-25T00:59:55.687-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beautiful Lady"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bengali Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Desi Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indian Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nice Lady"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="True Love Story"/><title type='text'>Sunnite- my first love!! </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XNndK04Op8/UuKBuSnIWSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FszTWjbvvGo/s1600/Kol.1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XNndK04Op8/UuKBuSnIWSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FszTWjbvvGo/s1600/Kol.1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rose(s)- Symbol of Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunnite is my first love. I knew her from my boyhood. She was my neighbor. She was very beautiful, charming and very cum &amp;amp; quiet in her nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was police office of Calcutta police of West Bengal of India. In our earlier life we were lived at Alipur police quarters. Her father was also a police officer &amp;nbsp;and was lived at same compound of police quarter .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother and rest members of her family were liked me and I often used to go to their flat for chatting with her other elder sisters. I called them didi. In our Bengali culture, we call elder brother &quot;dada&quot; in short forms &quot;da”, like Ajitda, here Ajit is name &amp;amp; &quot;da&quot; is respecting, equal to Ajitda. Similarly, in the case of elder sisters, we call&quot;didi&quot; in short forms &quot;di&quot; , like Nikitadi , this way . In case of senior people at the rank of parents , then we call uncle &amp;amp; aunt .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunnite generally would not stay at that flat with her family members ; she lived with her maternal auntie&#39;s house from her childhood as her aunt&#39;s has no children of her own . They adopted Sunnite as their daughter. Sunnite&#39;s aunt was the younger sister of her mother. Sunnite would come to her parents flat at the time of her school holidays. She studied at Loreto school of Bawbazar of Kolkata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;First time I saw her at the puja pandal; the year I could not remember at present. I was totally spellbound to saw her as I never saw such a beautiful lady in my life . Then she was very shying to look at me. Then her elder sister told me that she is her younger sister , Sunnite . After that we became known to each other. I was always admiring of her beauty and her good behavior. Then we were studying in same standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we met to each other whenever she came to her father&#39;s flat. Thus we became good friends. Often we met and discussed about various matters and most of the time about our study related subjects. One of my best friend, Babul would like her very much and frankly say Babul would love her; but his love one sided. One day Babul came to me and told about his love for Sunnite; he requested me to propose for him to Sunnite. Then I told him that to talk with her directly and that would be better for him . But Babul was very shy to propose her directly . One day I talked about Sunnite about the love of my friend Babul .After hearing my words, Sunnite did not use any word and lastly she told me that she did not like Babul. I asked her the reason of her disliking to Babul . She then told me two reasons; one is Babul is not much educated and secondly, he is not belonging to her cast. Sunnite was Brahmin. I am also Brahmin. Then he cleared me that she liked me as these two factors are having with me. She used the &quot;like&quot; not &quot;love”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Frankly say, then I was fallen in love with her; but that was also one sided love. Thereafter, several times we met and passed long time to sit together at various places of Kolkata. Even at the time of my little accident, she prayed for me and often came to see me. She knew my choice and was I too. I didn&#39;t gather courage to expose my heart to her. I could not say her that &quot;I Love You ”. I didn&#39;t know why! We were associated singe long time and shared our feeling to each other. During this period neither she proposed me nor was I proposed her. We are just best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1983 I got the job and posted at Madras now Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, Sunnite’s father was senior in service than my father and he retired from his police job earlier than my father and left the quarter accommodation as the rule of Calcutta police. My father was also retired from 1985 and we left the quarter facility of the Calcutta police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since long time was passed, I never met to Sunnite in my life. I am married and I have only a daughter who is studying post-graduation. I did not forget Sunnite as he was my first love; it is also the fact that nobody forgets love in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/feeds/4882158468002074050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/01/sunnite-my-first-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/4882158468002074050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/4882158468002074050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/01/sunnite-my-first-love.html' title='Sunnite- my first love!! '/><author><name>Debashis Bandopadhyay</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102029781657632089750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XNndK04Op8/UuKBuSnIWSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FszTWjbvvGo/s72-c/Kol.1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-723654898068319908.post-5936546287407385247</id><published>2014-01-21T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-25T01:06:24.259-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bandel Chruch"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Common Man Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nice Looking Sharmila"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Real Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rickshaw-Puller"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="West Bengal"/><title type='text'>Hemanta- The Cycle Rickshaw-Puller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVizY7cnmGc/Ut6ZkN1i0wI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nKieBUJFHbw/s1600/image.2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVizY7cnmGc/Ut6ZkN1i0wI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nKieBUJFHbw/s1600/image.2.jpg&quot; height=&quot;131&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hemanta- The Cycle Rickshaw Puller&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Few days back, on Sunday, I went to Bandel to see Bandel Church and Imam Bari. These are the famous attractions of Bandel. Bandel is the sub-division of the Hoogly district.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;In earlier history, Portuguese businessmen was come to India before the colonial British East India Company. Then Bandel was a busy business place of India. At that time, most of the Export &amp;amp; Import business would be done by waterways. Then India was under the administration of Mughal Emperor .The Portuguese businessmen was taken permission from Mughal Emperor. Most of the Portuguese businessmen were settled at Bandel with their families.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;In 1955, The Bandel church was built by the Portuguese. The distance between Howrah train terminus to Bandel station is about 40 kms by train .Not only by the train, but also by roads / a road / the road we can reach at Bandel. There are many locals and express trains are available from Howrah to go to Bandel. In weekdays, most of the times, the local trains are fully packed up by daily passengers. I dropped down from the train and then the time was 10.15 am at the watch of the station, just 1.15 hours&#39; time was taken to reach there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I came out from the station area .That was the first time to Bandel; that&#39;s why I did not know the localconveyance system. I asked a co-passenger and then he told me that there is two types of conveyance, cycle rickshaw &amp;nbsp;and auto rickshaw. According to him, I had gone to auto stands and there I saw that autos was fully packed up by passengers. There was no room for a single person to be accommodated. Then I had searched for cycle rickshaws .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Three-four rickshaws were stood for the rickshaw-stand. I asked the first rickshaw-puller of the queue that he will go to Bandel church or not. The name of rickshaw-puller was Hemanta, he was agreed to go there. Then he told me that his fare is forty rupees for distance. I opposed him that this is something high fares.Hemanata was not ready to reduce his fare. On the other hand times were passing unnecessarily and after visit all I would have to go back to my house early .Lastly, was bound to agree with him .Rickshaw of Hemanta was running on the road.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I was seeing both side of the road. His rickshaw was passing through a market place, both sides were very congested. Local people were marketing of their daily necessary items .Rickshaw was still running, Hemanta was paddling very fast and thus he was pulling his rickshaw quickly. I started talking about Hemanta and was asking about his family, family members, his lifestyle, earning, all. I am a story writer; this is part of my job to know more and more about those people who come to my touch. Hemanta told me everything about him and his families. Hemanta is from Arambagh sub-division of the Hoogly district.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Three-four years back, he came here for searching his source of earning. Some time he worked on a local hotel as a hotel-boy, serving and cleaning of dishesof the customers were his daily duty. Few days after he left that hotel job, because his earning form works were not sufficient that he could lead his both sides&#39; daily expenses. Thereafter, hestarted his rickshaw-pulling job. This rickshaw is not belonging to him; he takes the rickshaw from the rickshaw-owner on daily rental bases. At the night, after passing the last train from Bandel, he returns the rickshaw to the owner with the daily rent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;He belongs to a very poor farmer family.Since from his childhood, he had seen poverty or as I can say that he had grown up with poverty. His father has no separate land for cultivation. His father was daily labor in other person&#39;s field. His father called that owner as &#39;Malik&#39; .The daily wages were very poor and that is why his father could not effort the needs of their family. Hemanta was studied up to fifth standard at their village school. He wanted to study more as he loved education. But one day his father ultimately told him that he could not be able to continue the education of Hemanta; instead of that if he would start work with his father that would good for their family. From boyhood, Hemanta was started work with his father as a daily wages farmer in the field of that Malik.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Thus their days were passing anyhow and Hemanta was grown up as a young man .His parents were arranged marriage for him. The name of his spouse is Sharmila . According to Hemanta, Sharmila is very nice looking, laborious and most obedient young woman. She took all the charges of their family and thus relief to her mother-in-law from the daily work of the family .Sharmila always respects to the parents of her husband and also she loves to her husband very much .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Hemanta has four children, three daughters and a son. Son is youngest among his children .They are studying in that village school . Hemanta wants to continue their education at least up to 10th standards that they can think about their future .Hemanta does not want to bring his son to this line of rickshaw-pulling .This is a very laborious job . Huge food is requiring to continue this job , otherwise within very short period any hard disease can capture rickshaw-puller , because cycle rickshaw runs on human-strength , not like auto rickshaw which runs on motor horsepower .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;During this time we reached at the church&#39;s main gate , I got down from his rickshaw and paid him the fare forty rupees. He again stood in the queue of rickshaw stands near Bandel church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/feeds/5936546287407385247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/01/few-days-back-on-sunday-i-went-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/5936546287407385247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/5936546287407385247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/01/few-days-back-on-sunday-i-went-to.html' title='Hemanta- The Cycle Rickshaw-Puller'/><author><name>Debashis Bandopadhyay</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102029781657632089750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVizY7cnmGc/Ut6ZkN1i0wI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nKieBUJFHbw/s72-c/image.2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-723654898068319908.post-5185178861593004520</id><published>2014-01-18T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-25T01:10:42.564-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bengali Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="India"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesting Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Friend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rabin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sacrificing Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sweet memory"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="West Bengal"/><title type='text'>My Parents…My Idols</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfIa2Px8-CI/Uts_RGuOtPI/AAAAAAAAADk/0wxG04vIVVI/s1600/images+(10).jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJksRch9R7E/Uts_RbwdGdI/AAAAAAAAADo/8VpZTq2UDSo/s1600/images+(11).jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-en8FeQ9SrGk/Uts_amA7-II/AAAAAAAAAEE/-2xFqM34E3E/s1600/images+(9).jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-en8FeQ9SrGk/Uts_amA7-II/AAAAAAAAAEE/-2xFqM34E3E/s1600/images+(9).jpg&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Rabin, my classmate, never forgets the sacrifice of my parents ever in his life. That sacrifice of my parentshelped him to become success in his life. Thus he and his entire family are very grateful to my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the practical story of my life which I will never forget in my life. &amp;nbsp;Then I was at the age of sixteen+. I studied in eleven standards. In my time, the education system of our province of West Bengal which is one of the provinces of India, one to eleven in school and thereafter three years degree course for graduation. Now the present system is 10+2 in school and another two years for general graduation or three years for honors graduation from any college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one of the lower middle class Bengali families of India. These middle class families are having huge wish to help to needy people of the society, but they have no enough financial capability. We are also like that. My father was an ordinary police officer of Calcutta police and his salary was not enough to lead the family according to needs. My father’s salary as Government servant was not enough like today. Moreover, we are six members’ family, consisting my parents &amp;nbsp; with their four children. &amp;nbsp;I am eldest among my all brothers and sisters. It was almost unbearable for my father to meet all the expenses like education for all us and other expenses of the family. Still he tired at his level best and now we are all graduates and settled. My parents were died few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1975, when I was preparing myself for final examination of eleven standards, I needed some extra classes from my teacher. I explained this matter to my mother; mother understood that was necessary for good result, but she also thought that it would over burden for my family. She then talked with my father and lastly told me “OK, &amp;nbsp;you can talk with your teacher, how much he will take for extra coaching class!” according to my mother’s instruction, I talked to my class teacher; he knew my financial condition, then he &amp;nbsp;considered me some concession in his fees.” I informed this news to my parents were also very glad to hear this news.&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, Rabin came to our house and informed me that he also wants to take extra classes from our class teacher; but he has not enough capacity to give such fees. &amp;nbsp;Rabin was meritorious student in our class. He was my best friend. I took Rabin to class teacher and requested him to consider him also Rabin; but class teacher told me “I will not allow concession both of you. I have allowed this facility to you only as your father is my friend.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There after many years have passed. Now Rabin is now senior officer in insurance company. He is married and having two sons.&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, one day suddenly we saw each other at Lindsay Street. Both of us were glad and surprised and I told him “after many years, we are suddenly meet”. &amp;nbsp;Rabin also told me “Yes, this is fact, but in your absence I went to your house two-three times with my family and talked with your wife and little daughter and also to your parents and received their blessing”. &amp;nbsp;I told him “my wife told me. Where are you going now?” &amp;nbsp;Then Chandra, wife of Rabin replied me “Now winter season is going on, everybody is going out to enjoy this time. &amp;nbsp;I pressurized your friend to take leave for one day. &amp;nbsp;We are going to zoo. will you &amp;nbsp;come? I went with them as their desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chandra told me &amp;nbsp; “Rabin should not reach today’s position if your parents would not pass on the offer of your tuition fee concession to Rabin on that day. We are thankful to your parents and also our entire family too. In this worthy world, who will sacrifice like this way to other? They are really hats off”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to say to Chandra, only told her “my parents are no more alive. They were died few years back”. Rabin and Chandra told me “we are very sorry to hear this news”.&lt;br /&gt;They were planned canceled the movie program, but I request them and told “Please don’t do this, do not spoil the mood of your children, see how much they are existed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/feeds/5185178861593004520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/01/my-parentsmy-idols.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/5185178861593004520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/723654898068319908/posts/default/5185178861593004520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystorywriting7.blogspot.com/2014/01/my-parentsmy-idols.html' title='My Parents…My Idols'/><author><name>Debashis Bandopadhyay</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102029781657632089750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-en8FeQ9SrGk/Uts_amA7-II/AAAAAAAAAEE/-2xFqM34E3E/s72-c/images+(9).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>