My father Late Kamal Kumar Deb !
Today while taking my morning walk I suddenly remembered
my father. He was the only son among four daughters. I am not
sure how to describe him since there was always a line drawn
between him and our brothers and only sister. The eldest among
us however had easy access-in fact his favorite. We have often
seen him sitting by his side reading out 'The Statements' for him.
Occasionally my father stopped him and said things-still not
known by us.
As far as I know father was a student of Presidency College and
later-due to unknown reason- shifted to Vidyasagar College. He
even had a Medical Certificate in Homeopathy (Distant course ).
It was according to his wish that we were sent to renowned
English Medium schools -very rare during those days. We were
from a very big family- though we lived in our separate houses
side by side-yet none studied in english. Once father told me
that we brothers and sister should divert into various fields-
Medical, Accountancy, Engineering and even in Fine Arts etc.
Somehow he believed that I would be fit for fine arts. Probably
from the time my mother showed him some of my water color
drawings. He was eager to send me to Indian Art College later.
He even found music in me and requested one of our uncles to
teach me guitar.
I still regret to think that I cried and refused to join a renowned
Darjeeling school -even when everything was settled. I was very
attached with my Mesda and leaving his company was the last
thing in my mind-especially his stories-which mesmerized me.
Father was furious but I somehow took shelter behind my
mother.
However it was always the eldest brother whom he sorted out
to pour his heart.
Mrs Pharrow was the lady who often came to our house. She was
our school teacher too. She showed us how to celebrate Christmas
by decorating the Holy Tree at our ground floor room. I could still
remember her playing the piano sometimes. She used to talk with
our mother too and once-as far as I could remember-she took me
along with mother to her house. I still remember the long wood-
en stairs.
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even had a Medical Certificate in Homeopathy (Distant course ).
It was according to his wish that we were sent to renowned
English Medium schools -very rare during those days. We were
from a very big family- though we lived in our separate houses
side by side-yet none studied in english. Once father told me
that we brothers and sister should divert into various fields-
Medical, Accountancy, Engineering and even in Fine Arts etc.
Somehow he believed that I would be fit for fine arts. Probably
from the time my mother showed him some of my water color
drawings. He was eager to send me to Indian Art College later.
He even found music in me and requested one of our uncles to
teach me guitar.
I still regret to think that I cried and refused to join a renowned
Darjeeling school -even when everything was settled. I was very
attached with my Mesda and leaving his company was the last
thing in my mind-especially his stories-which mesmerized me.
Father was furious but I somehow took shelter behind my
mother.
However it was always the eldest brother whom he sorted out
to pour his heart.
Mrs Pharrow was the lady who often came to our house. She was
our school teacher too. She showed us how to celebrate Christmas
by decorating the Holy Tree at our ground floor room. I could still
remember her playing the piano sometimes. She used to talk with
our mother too and once-as far as I could remember-she took me
along with mother to her house. I still remember the long wood-
en stairs.
(To continue )
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