tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30819742.post5411286815923784507..comments2024-03-27T13:58:06.458+05:30Comments on Suvro Chatterjee bemused: in that sleep, what dreams may come...Suvro Chatterjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01027202980259279420noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30819742.post-58056709308713801562015-07-11T00:00:54.036+05:302015-07-11T00:00:54.036+05:30Sir,
This is one post that I could relate instantl...Sir,<br />This is one post that I could relate instantly and made a lot of sense to me. So, I'll take some of your time here,knowing it's chasing us all somehow.<br />Knowing the person you are, I don't think you'd enjoy a long vacation too much. A small trip, yes, definitely and please count Arijit and me too, if you'd like our company. Arijit; in this case would love to escape the monotony and spend quality time with you. He is always sulking for not having you as his teacher when I've had that privilege.<br />As for all the hardships you've faced, I find your life fascinating. Perhaps you'd be a very different person if you had some of the "privileges" that my generation enjoys now and guess what? I wouldn't like you at all.<br />A good friend of mine had this lovely phone until she found another attractive and technologically advanced one (I don't understand this at all). And Sir, it actually took her a week of whining to get it from her father. I mean, was it even necessary? Here I am, using a perfectly simple phone and my life is still normal. I wonder what's wrong with the parents these days.<br />What really put a smile to my face is, you are still looking for your Binya. I feel finding that one person is something we should all look for, no matter how old or established or rich we turn out to be. And even if I found my Binya already, what if I lose him? Or things don't urn out well.. This one thought keeps bothering me very often.<br />I'll be quoting a line here. " I guess when you're young you just believe there'll be many people you'll connect with. Later in life you realise it only happens a few times." This is exactly what happened to me. I'm just glad the realisation dawned upon me early. I've been living in Calcutta for three years now and Sir I haven't found one person I could relate to (leaving Arijit and Shilpi di) and Sir I'm not faintly disappointed. I mean of course, it's life! One has got to lower one's expectations. <br />I don't know if you like memes but I'm sure you'll enjoy this <br />https://m.facebook.com/officialjoshblue/p hotos/a.521668194537907.1073741825.132733440098053/972798012758254/?type=1&refid=17&_ft_=top_level_post_id.395803667285309&__tn__=E<br />Lastly, children truly amuse me. Their curiosity is what makes me happy and adds colour to life.<br />P.S. I absolutely enjoy being a loner, unsocial, uncool and old fashioned.<br />Love<br />AnurupaAnurupa Gangulihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10004005845570866386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30819742.post-40198403723490977852015-05-26T19:23:15.669+05:302015-05-26T19:23:15.669+05:30Sometimes it so happens that I leave all the work ...Sometimes it so happens that I leave all the work at hand and sit down, quietly, and ponder upon what I am doing, what we do, and what the world is going to be like in future. And those thoughts leave me with worries which I find hard to ignore, at the same time difficult to find out a way to confront all those. I think all of us understand what these things are. They are all around us, in what we do or don't want to do, among people we meet, and then remember or forget. Most of the things we know to exist, around us in our lives, have started to have such a short shelf-life, that I feel quite bothered, skeptical, and thoughtful. And it feels helpless. It makes me ponder on what to do and what not to cope with that. And then I do not have an answer.<br /><br />In one such evening, I suddenly stumbled upon this post of yours. I am sorry to say that I am noticing it more than one month after it was written. But I think I came across it at a time when I was supposed to. And what I sense from all that you have written, is that these feelings of yours spring from a deep anguish coming from the basic fact that you have given so much in your life for your profession and the people who have come in touch with you over the years, that all those efforts hardly get balanced by what the world has given back to you. Yet you made it very apparent to some of your old students (who understand what you say, if not grow able enough to follow all of it, or even a small fraction of it) that there is so much that they need to do till they can earn the right to criticize the world around. I am not sure if I have been able to put down exactly what I am thinking right now. But I needed this post. I thank you for that. If it had not been you, I would have never realized what it means to be a good teacher or have a good teacher.<br /><br />Thanks,<br />SubhanjanSubhanjan Senguptahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10447346907885975431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30819742.post-17128122085275650632015-04-23T13:29:45.547+05:302015-04-23T13:29:45.547+05:30Soham,
You already wrote what I was thinking of w...Soham,<br /><br />You already wrote what I was thinking of writing. I officially attended Sir's last class in December 2001, but after that I have attended so many unofficial classes in the form of face to face talks at his house, Gtalk chats, emails, and most importantly this blog, and have never paid a penny for all these unofficial classes.<br /><br />Other teachers, or rather instructors, prefer to keep themselves at bay from their ex-students lest they should ask for unpaid favours. But this person here is of a different kind. Although he values money a lot, deep inside he believes and has incorporated in me also the belief that there is something much much bigger than money, and probably this is the biggest reason why he has allowed me to get so close to him (we are almost friends but I never forget that he is my teacher) throughout all these years right from when it all started with his classes in the year 2000. (I have never met another teacher in my life who told me not to come to his private tuition because I was in the same section of which he was the class teacher). I am happy to say that I have been successful in conveying the same belief to my parents, and now they are happy that I had listened so Sir and not to them at that time, and I have learnt not to be so obsessed with money and do not lead the kind of stressed and extravagant life that people in big cities nowadays normally live.<br /><br />I am sure that if you stay in touch with Sir, meet him more often, and have face to face talks more often, you will discover more of him which you still do not know.<br /><br /><br />Thanks,<br />Subhadip.Subhadip Duttahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14537752464444407628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30819742.post-57648053509671390932015-04-21T23:32:23.525+05:302015-04-21T23:32:23.525+05:30Dear Sir,
It has been really long since I comment...Dear Sir,<br /><br />It has been really long since I commented on any post of yours and it really saddened me to read this post of yours.<br /><br />The moment I read the lines where you complained that you don't have enough time- I was reminded of Michaelangelo complaining about the sane thing- as described by Irving Stone in "The Agony and Ecstasy". Thank you again for telling me to read that book. <br /><br />You are indeed a very rare person- I have seen teachers throughout my school and college life- but to be a teacher like you- I can vouch that none of them will even dare to live a life like you- let alone to be rid of all the benefits that one gets on landing a well-paid job in some good school or university.<br /><br />It has been five years since I attended your last class and all this time I have felt my affection and respect growing for you. We had our farewell in college today and though I was sad that I will be leaving this place in a few months time, I was even sadder for the fact that I did not come across a single professor in college comparable to your standards.<br /><br />My friends don't understand me when I speak of you. Most possibly, they think of yet another 'good' teacher from my school. But they don't get it- they simply don't get it- you are not just another teacher. You have changed people's lives, including mine. You taught us to think- a very important aspect of a man that most of us tend to forget.<br /><br />Even the most shy person in the backbenches at school would feel supremely confident of himself/herself after attending your classes. And no- it's not one of those fancy 'mental gurus' I have been speaking of. <br /><br />I am at a loss of words here- I wish I could convey myself more appropriately. It really pains me to read a blogpost like this- given the fact that every time I visit you- you laugh off your hardships very easily. But I know at the back of my mind that it takes a really big heart and equally noble soul to do that. <br /><br />I am proud to be your student Sir and I hope that I can live up to your expectations.<br /><br />with warm regards,<br />Soham Mukhopadhyay <br /><br />P.S - I wrote my post in a rambling style as I couldn't think of a better way to do this. I hope it doesn't look too bad.Soham Mukhopadhyayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09564634546372898473noreply@blogger.com