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Down Memory Lane

๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜‚๐—ฝ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—™๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐—–๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜†

Looking back at his childhood in Bangladesh, our member Mr B. Das recalls how he grew up constantly negotiating with nature: by making concessions and accepting its blessings.
I was born in Bangladesh at a time when it was part of a larger Bengal, which, as we know, was later partitioned. I spent my early days in the village of Bikrampur. Our school had provisions for students to study up to Class 2. For studies beyond that, the children had to attend a high school located 2.5 km away.
During the rainy season, which lasted nearly 3-4 months, the rivers would flood the land. Some parts would be submerged under 5 feet of water. Going to school at such a time proved to be quite a challenge, as we had to use boats to navigate through the flooded areas. Even after the rains subsided, we would travel the first 1.5 km by boat and then secure it by mooring it to a tree. We had to walk the remaining distance. Only when the floods receded after Durga Puja could we walk the entire way to school.
The lands surrounding our home were extremely fertile and ideal for agriculture. The top layer of soil was like jellyโ€”there were no stones, and it was rich in alluvial deposits, enabling abundant crop growth. Back then, the rains were more plentiful, contributing to the soilโ€™s fertility. Farmers could harvest crops three times a year. Two varieties of rice were sown simultaneously, though they did not ripen together. A third crop was planted later. This cycle ensured a continuous yield throughout the year.
Despite the eagerness of girls and women to pursue education, there were no facilities available for them in the village. Even when a girlsโ€™ school was eventually founded, the rainy season posed significant challenges. Cities like Dhaka and Narayanganj offered better educational opportunities for both boys and girls. For higher education, especially in fields like engineering, many of us moved to larger cities, living in hostels to pursue our studies.
Those were challenging times, but we were not lacking in determination and resilience. Even though we did not have the amenities considered basic today, we lived in harmony with nature. We reaped its bounty and overcame the obstacles it presented with smiles on our faces.
(As narrated to Support Elders by our member)
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Down Memory Lane

๐—ก๐—ผ ๐—ข๐—ฏ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ผ ๐—•๐—ถ๐—ด

Old age can severely limit the human spirit, but for Ms K. Paul, who wished to visit Varanasi one last time, it was a hurdle to overcome. In the company of three friends, she accomplished her dream.
When I visited Varanasi a few years ago, I was disappointed by the state of the Shri Kashi Vishwanath temple. It was grimy and reeked of neglect, and I wished the authorities would do something about it. Recently I got to hear that the temple was renovated and wished to pay a visit. My failing health was a concern, and I resigned myself to the fact that I would not be able to see it again.
Incidentally, I found out that a childhood friend, her sister, and my daughter-in-lawโ€™s mother had a similar wish. The three of us joined forces and decided to make a short, weekend trip. To make things quick and easy, we flew into Varanasi; I opted for a wheelchair. We reached on a Saturday and witnessed the evening pujas on the ghats from a boat. On Sunday, we made our way to the Vishwanath temple. Two of us were on wheelchairs so we were given priority and taken via a short cut. I enjoyed the darshan very much and was extremely happy to see the recent renovations. I may not be able to visit Varansi again, but I felt that I was finally satisfied.
After that we visited a few more temples, travelling around in a toto. The four of us had a lot of fun and laughed and joked like schoolgirls. In the evening, we went to the markets and bought various things such as paan masala and pedas. On Monday morning we went to the Ramakrishna Mission to pay our respects to the monks and sit at the temple for a while. As our adventure ended, we boarded the plane back to Kolkata. I returned home with a certain tranquillity in my heart, and confidence that I could make a trip which, at first, I found daunting.
(As narrated to Support Elders by our member)