Teacher(Short Fiction)-Part-1

Teacher -Part-1 Scholars, this being the first day of our vacation that you have got from your busy schedule, I would like to entertain you with a few stories, and some lengthy tale about my professor. This teacher was especially attached to me that he was one nice teacher, not only to me but all his students and was a dancer a great scholar. he had best focused on the readings of Brecht and Stanislavski and he was a moderately good poet and a playwright. I had my sophomore and post-graduation under him and he developed the critical talent in me and later this talent became a bion and thing of praise. so, students, this is our first day. you know mean a leader of the movement specially designed for women and often times it takes to places far and wide, enabling me to miss with cultures that are subject to exploitation. these are serious issues, however, I don't go immediately into its scope and contents. This is our initial day of vacation. When I looked into the beautiful landscape from the window of my private room,[I always stay in single cabins, this has been my mode since the college eras from the time I split with my parents for study purpose and has to leave my house for the first time. Since then, they had seen many excursions but emotionally this separation was very tough and I think I remember very well, how I cried for many days in my cabin thinking about my mother who was exceptionally attached to me. we were like two good girlfriends. And one thing that differentiated me from my mother was age and of course the experience she had in life. otherwise, she was just a close friend, we would crack jokes, she loved joles and had many volumes of such books. once she presented me a book called 'Jokes for the John, and it was very good, though some of them I could not follow. O. K -My first episode with my teacher- Since I came from a village past, my first days in the downtown were excellent lessons for learning, making me discover many ideas and partake several points with friends, especially regarding my friends in the hostel, to share and laugh-One friend would quite frequently send me notes of jovial news mentioning friends and class episode, and her letters were full of the expression haha. haha, This may be a not standard English word, I think but an expression and this friend exposed her spirit with these sounds. yes, she relishes laughing now and then and when she was drafting those notes, she obviously laughed a lot and she only wanted to convey the same sentiment to me. but I did not chortle like that. I was a bit serious about things and could appreciate something only if there is anything challenging or if there is a content. Let me come to my professor. My instructor was a person of small stature ,may be five feet tall and since the members of my family are, six-footers often, this difference in physical stature attracted me exceedingly. He was quite unlike the male figures, we see in film posters. They were mostly fair and handsome, but my professor was not that. He was short, slightly black and he was thin but you see he is a great scholar. He could speak French too very like a Frenchman,in addition to English, where our syllabus was dealt with. This teacher had the habit of chewing 'paan’(betel leaf mixture)and his mouth at times looked like a goat or a cow when the animal is in such a process. His visage expressed greatly, many expressions came to pass through the face and sometimes when he bit the betel leaf hard, it showed the expression of an angry man, maybe he was thinking of some unhappy moments in life, where he might have been subjected to some injustice or the thought of the neigh bout encroaching his farm[ he has a big farm where he cultivated various herbal trees and also some new type of cattle] in the evenings whenever I went to his house with a friend of mine, he would be relaxing in his easy chair and his wife would give us coffee and cakes. he a son who was studying In the high school. those days and later when I met him in another city in a covered street, near Victoria terminus, he recognized me and I was quite exhilarated his sound had changed sufficiently giving place to a voice with rococo effect, and slight bass, much dissimilar to his earlier voice when I met him in the teacher's house with a feminine shrill. In those days, he acted in dramas my teacher had written and he often played the part of female characters, as in the Shakespearean times. Sometimes it was difficult to get suitable gilds yo play the female part, as some families objected to their girls to be actors on stage even for study purposes, and my teacher immediately gave this role to his son, while the voice was just feminine and sweet and since he was very good looking, only people close to the drama troupe could identify that it was not a girl, but a boy. ………………... She was a physical instruction teacher at the school and had three sons and a daughter. She bought a big farm in the suburb of the city and erected some additional portions of the building and gave for the rent. he was pious. she wanted to make money too. She was accommodating but she was sometimes hard to deal with often quarrelling with the dwellers on the amount of water they used. All her care will be on the use of water, the bathrooms were sometimes leaking and when the bathroom of the upper story leaked, it affected the ground portion also, giving the tenants who stayed there cause, malady. Same as the people called her making their legs swollen and black. I just came from the visit to the hospital to see my elder kinsman who had an allergy with an application and later found the feet swollen and it was detected that he 35. had sugar, a long time sugar undetected and it was anyhow safe that they could detect it. plants One brother at the counter and the other kin, waiting in the lobby. They had agents at their beck and call who would get the business, especially at lean times. It so happened that the younger brother’s health started to fail and the elder brother kept the business going in spite of the odds and the former was sent on a tour to another salubrious spot for Ayurveda treatment and oil massage. When the younger brother came back, he could hardly walk, and his spine was never straight and spent a lot of hours during the day reclining on the sofa. His father was also repeated subject to serious health issues, his eating sweets, now and then had made him considerably diabetic and consequently, it became harsh and severe that his right leg was amputated and for the rest of the years, he was to spend his life on a long couch, behind the staircases and his wife, would bring him some unique meals and portions of medicines from the apothecary now and then. The old lady gave money on small interest to ladies she knew personally and who were not troublesome when collecting the money back. In all cases, she avoided the wives of society leaders, as they will cause harm to her business. Sometimes, she would be having pricks of conscience and will visit a shrine where the priest gave a special oil, that the pilgrims considered as holy and redeem sins, but there was a lot of controversy about this topic, and the lady inevitably believed in the miraculous qualities of this oil, and took it herself and sent to her two sons abroad. The eldest son was a harm maker and thought very highly of his body and contacts and always talked in such a way to others as if others owed him something. I also met him once or twice, and he tried to create an impression on me as to the fact that he knew many things and had several contacts and could get things speedily done. But he and his wife told my wife view when they spent a couple of good hours in a cinema theatre cold her that this chap was suffering from fluctuations in B.P.levels and wakes at nights without any reason and perspires unnecessarily. They had already owned a portion of the building and them were brothers and they were doing joint business. In the summer months, they will give the key of the shops to the managers and by all means went to Shimla or Mussoorie or Nainital and after many boat rides and roaming and winding car journeys and dip in holy waters, came back fairly refreshed to keep the business moving...

She giggled ominously and her strawberry cheeks were beautiful when she expressed timidness. From the deck, one could get a flawless sense of the encompassing regions and a person often would read the paper from the porch of this homely premise and he would cower and study for hours and sometimes will go to the nursery and attend the seedlings that he had planted in the drizzly season. The other neighbor was mostly absent during the daytime as he had a night work and the eldest son was a musician and studied measure from a famous teacher. But the man appeared sometimes in the early morning at the balcony and put on the motor and started washing his clothes. The son will pursue some of the music lessons he learned recently. But he wanted to present an orchestra in the public in the presence of all. But his parents objected and sent him against his will to a professional course. However, he practiced music in his spare moments. The third son of Judie teacher was a socialist and I had many talks with him. He said he did not read religious texts and the text he read was Communist Manifesto which nobody whom I came across in life had read. I also have not read it though I had heard a lot about it. This man had a peculiar habit of taking the pickaxe and operating with other artisans in the backyard and his mom could barely dispute it. The workers usually esteemed him since he was loving and caring and asked about the well being of others. In a couple of conversations, we had, I knew that he was a lovely chap with some interest in people. In the evening will to the center where I used to stay and as a hotel where once three of my friends t friends joined in a celebration treat when one of the friends won in the table tennis competition, I was an assessor, and though I had not much knowledge about the play other than computing the digits, I was to be the umpire, on a night. wai had already made the board tennis room my palace of study along with another senior scholar. that time was giving one week to a particular author and reading the notes at night. I gave a week to this author. The senior scholar gave a fortnight to another writer of his subject of study and reading towards the end of the night and sleeping late. Another senior, boy, a magician to assist me. He was an atheist too. I did not meet him afterwards and I was the umpire and the game was not competitive. the one who was a senior chap was playing on the other side, though I witnessed the play later in life because my wife was proficient in many games and was a national athlete and had a box full of medals, a gold commemoration she coerced into an ornament because they were broke at that time and desired jewelry. And I was the umpire and witnessed the game and the game was one side, the other Zhao, a great champion of the game won the two matches[I guess[ when the opposite candidate for one or two points. it was quite heroic, and the other chap was a rich fellow who came to who was a hostel fellow, whose house was not very far came in an 79. automobile and gave the dinner. I was to witness the event from the balcony of the hotel, at dusk time and a ground afar, a few young girls are met by eerie one-night lovers, a very miserable scene that I could not forget for the rest of my life. the dinner was excellent, yes the food was good and the spirits were high. I walked mostly by a small road like a footpath and saw the place of that hotel, but now it was superseded by different one, and often took the snack when I would see of the ward at the interurban station and will either go to the library and tarry by the old multiversity field overlooking the dining places and hostel and a furlong away, my own discourse arena that was the origin of erudite lectures, one a poet of international repute and the others all doctors. and where are my fronds now? I thought I just wanted to see one particular friend, d.s. best no idea where that friend is and had to forget the affair. Once dropped into the hotel of repute a with my ward and the book inauguration was taking place, and the book was by a civil service person and there I met my old friend an artist who also made documentary films and he had a long beard and he invited me to his house. since my ward was young and well dressed she was to give bouquets to a director and also a famous poet who was present at the show the discussion was about the breadth of roads. the free copies were given and it was a happy occasion. I had to go to the toilet often, as I had some prostate problems and treatments were going on. Then went to the university college and stood before the fencing and from there you get copies of second-hand books, a row of second-hand stores and I bought them all good ones, and the sellers were jovial fellows, lighthearted and always cracking jokes now and then. there the state bus has a stop and I will take the bus which will arrive at .took the bus to the railway junction, and on another day it rained. that the place was memorable that it was there on one evening by dusk we three stood to discuss the fate and an artist friend whose painting was rejected by a publisher that evening and we were all dejected, the artist later was to go to Europe and do some other services. That day I took the minibus to the railroad station crossing, inevitably the conductor carried me with some regard, because I was attired in flawless white and often the legislators groomed like that and it was a capital town, and I got a good place since a chair was ready. Another day, I was to drive in one of those lanes where rested the house of the dentist and the lanes were frequented by people in the evening as a shrine was near and you get a glimpse sometimes into the brightest pair of eyes, we don't know the owner of it but they inevitably spoke a deep language which we normally concourse in usual evenings, nowhere with the people you know in daily life, and it is possible one of the readers of this post share that brightest eyes, that spoke a language these ones. That, of course, is a feast. I could not obtain the second appointment after my contour of the tooth is taken due to sudden shifting. evenings were found near a reliquary and a square where gatherings are often conducted, sometimes some band.. and shops extended on both sides a bit market of generations old whereas a little child I came with my mother, and I wanted among all things only one thing- the tamarind. Hereby the side of that line I had a couple of hotels where I was a denizen and after a walk withdrew o my present resting place and this was a routine and since it was I made acquaintances with some people who followed this routine one was an old film producer, who had large capital once, but living humbly still in a decent way. he asked me if I was interested in buying a house in that area and I said probably not sincere mu in the wife's interests are elsewhere the evenings to the Fort area- a busy place with so many men and automobiles, people in all moods and physical conditions, engaging in diverse activities. You watch for half an hour such a crowd and you get a glimpse into the universe you live in, multiple talents, multiple avenues, multiple life patterns. But basically, the human with the pathos and frailties and shame that make a human. in the ordinary seasons whenever the sun sets and rises again the next day he was thinking of all that happened. to the brim of the happiness that exudes the mirth and the special glory that makes a man worth remembering- when he passed the by-lanes and went to fort maidan, he had patted on the shoulder with great confidence and rhythm. That lady with an ardor and resilience in crisis who gives hope to her family - But in the long run, it is only a story remembered by her close friends and folk. it subsides, anyhow. I used to see the crowd and also went to some 1012. of the coffee shops to have coffee.. it was pleasant in the evening, and I will pass by certain streets that were familiar to me in the university years. after all, I stayed in this port city for two years enjoying the breeze and the loving company. I decided to see some of the old friends and classmates but could not do so. Once I went to a beach and the visit, I had postponed many times and had also made an unsuccessful effort to visit when I studied there. The port has not evolved greatly, and the excellence is in a way lightly dissipated due to contamination and deficiency of hygiene especially the waste removal ventures that were quite sluggish. Waste was coming from all sections and the organization and people found it laborious to cope with the problem. And the corrective strokes are yet to arrive. Sometimes amazing ballad concerts will be yonder in the principal Plaza, some community stage production or some sacred gathering. There was diversity in the functions. 5 This reminiscence will be quite half-done if I did not name my first teacher. My first teacher was Saraswathi who taught me the fundamentals of their language. She trained me in the parent lingua and the first standard English textbook, some readings when I was quite little maybe four or five years old. I recognize my tutor, a young lady coming to my dwelling bespectacled and I think, she was fair, but not very sure about the fact. We were staying in a rented house, which was part of a royal cousin's household. she taught me vernacular and English and I was supposed to be an intelligent student and by the time I joined the first class, I knew pretty well, perhaps better than my peers. My mother was an educated lady and though my father was not academically qualified as her, spent many years of his life amidst cultural stalwart in Madras, he worked in a press in Madras and it seems he knew many cultural icons personally on a friendly level. Father was quite ahead of his time, though much educated academically and taking into consideration, the conventional setting from where he grew. My teacher taught me very conscientiously and I was am very thankful for her, and even though I desired to see her many times later in life, it did not happen... Patrice was coming from the auto rickshaw when Simenon who used to wear fashionable tailor-made dresses came with his friend. I was standing beside the bougainvillea tree when all the girls came to the classroom. Derick was standing on the steps and he was chatting with the girls, his favorite pastime. At the other row, one may see the other departments, German. Russian and likewise thronged by handsome males and females in good attires. The professor's had fairer skin than ours and they were obviously foreigners. I had once a conversation with a head of the department who was an Italian, I am not sure, and he asked about political things and since these transpire not my field of interest the conversation ended abruptly. My professor had a beard, something similar to the season, though he was one among us. probably a class belonging to my father. They might have common folks as relatives in some 1214. town in middle kernels. my professor was short but an erudite man, and the fact that he knew French, I knew only after I left the institute. I heard that he engaged in a debate in French with a pretension french scholar. these are all heresies and cannot be validated. as some of the folks involved are somewhere far away and some are already dead. the professor was humorous. though the ea head of the department who was senior to him, academically, this professor known in many circles, inside and outside the state because he was the great poet, and had traveled in many countries as a poet or an academician. he always came in a three-wheeler. this practice made me respectful three-wheelers, and the ownership of the car is not an essential thing in life.it does not affirm one's journey to greatness.and some people whom I had seen later, at a certain point in life, could not drive those things as they did in youth and had to employ a driver or shift to an auto rickshaw, or cares the time permitted. Indian auto rickshaw, I prefer, because they are cheap and more over the air will come from outside and it is a most informal vehicle, and at least for the rest of the rise, you have a friend, that is the auto rickshaw driver. some of them are learned people, scholars, and some are good fellows and some have even helped me get a doctor in some I had medical issues while travelling. I think that young man, who waited outside the emergency ward, in one my travels, getting g me doctor and medicine, till I could contact my relative somewhere not far. those days, I was in frequent travels and had to be away from family for many days in succession.The professor was poet,a known one. Sometimes younger poets will come there in the Academy for his audience, and I saw some of my favorite poets in that manner. there were poetry readings in the Academy and some of those students who read poetry later became well-known poets. and also a famous poet who was present at the show the discussion was see the other departments, German. Russian and likewise thronged by other side, though I witnessed the play later in life because my wife was proficient in many games and was a national athlete and had a box full of medals, a gold commemoration she coerced into an ornament because they were broke at that time and desired jewelry. And I was the umpire and witnessed the game and the game was one side, the other Zhao, a great champion of the game won the two matches[I guess[ when the opposite candidate for one or two points. it was quite heroic, and the other chap was a rich fellow who came to who was a hostel fellow, whose house was not very far came in an 79. automobile and gave the dinner. I was to witness the event from the balcony of the hotel, at dusk time and a ground afar, a few young girls are met by eerie one-night lovers, a very miserable scene that I could not forget for the rest of my life. the dinner was excellent, yes the food was good and the spirits were high. I walked mostly by a small road like a footpath and saw the place of that hotel, but now it was superseded by different one, and often took the snack when I would see of the ward at the interurban station and will either go to the library and tarry by the old multiversity field overlooking the dining places and hostel and a furlong away, my own discourse arena that was the origin of erudite lectures, one a poet of international repute and the others all doctors. and where are my fronds now? I thought I just wanted to see one particular friend, d.s. best no idea where that friend is and had to forget the affair. Once dropped into the hotel of repute a with my ward and the book inauguration was taking place, and the book was by a civil service person and there I met my old friend an artist who also made documentary films and he had a long beard and he invited me to his house. since my ward was young and well dressed she was to give bouquets to a director and also a famous poet who was present at the show the discussion was about the breadth of roads. the free copies were given and it was a happy occasion. I had to go to the toilet often, as I had some prostate problems and treatments were going on. Then went to the university college and stood before the fencing and from there you get copies of second-hand books, a row of second-hand stores and I bought them all good ones, and the sellers were jovial fellows, lighthearted and always cracking jokes now and then. there the state bus has a stop and I will take the bus which will arrive at .took the bus to the railway junction, and on another day it rained. that the place was memorable that it was there on one evening by dusk we three stood to discuss the fate and an artist friend whose painting was rejected by a publisher that evening and we were all dejected, the artist later was to go to Europe and do some other services. That day I took the minibus to the railroad station crossing, inevitably the conductor carried me with some regard, because I was attired in flawless white and often the legislators groomed like that and it was a capital town, and I got a good place since a chair was ready. Another day, I was to drive in one of those lanes where rested the house of the dentist and the lanes were frequented by people in the evening as a shrine was near and you get a glimpse sometimes into the brightest pair of eyes, we don't know the owner of it but they inevitably spoke a deep language which we normally concourse in usual evenings, nowhere with the people you know in daily life, and it is possible one of the readers of this post share that brightest eyes, that spoke a language these ones. That, of course, is a feast. I could not obtain the second appointment after my contour of the tooth is taken due to sudden shifting. evenings were found near a reliquary and a square where gatherings are often conducted, sometimes some band.. and shops extended on both sides a bit market of generations old whereas a little child I came with my mother, and I wanted among all things only one thing- the tamarind. Hereby the side of that line I had a couple of hotels where I was a denizen and after a walk withdrew o my present resting place and this was a routine and since it was I made acquaintances with some people who followed this routine one was an old film producer, who had large capital once, but living humbly still in a decent way. he asked me if I was interested in buying a house in that area and I said probably not sincere mu in the wife's interests are elsewhere the evenings to the Fort area- a busy place with so many men and automobiles, people in all moods and physical conditions, engaging in diverse activities. You watch for half an hour such a crowd and you get a glimpse into the universe you live in, multiple talents, multiple avenues, multiple life patterns. But basically, the human with the pathos and frailties and shame that make a human. in the ordinary seasons whenever the sun sets and rises again the next day he was thinking of all that happened. to the brim of the happiness that exudes the mirth and the special glory that makes a man worth remembering- when he passed the by-lanes and went to fort maidan, he had patted on the shoulder with great confidence and rhythm. That lady with an ardor and resilience in crisis who gives hope to her family - But in the long run, it is only a story remembered by her close friends and folk. it subsides, anyhow. I used to see the crowd and also went to some 1012. of the coffee shops to have coffee.. it was pleasant in the evening, and I will pass by certain streets that were familiar to me in the university years. after all, I stayed in this port city for two years enjoying the breeze and the loving company. I decided to see some of the old friends and classmates but could not do so. Once I went to a beach and the visit, I had postponed many times and had also made an unsuccessful effort to visit when I studied there. The port has not evolved greatly, and the excellence is in a way lightly dissipated due to contamination and deficiency of hygiene especially the waste removal ventures that were quite sluggish. Waste was coming from all sections and the organization and people found it laborious to cope with the problem. And the corrective strokes are yet to arrive. Sometimes amazing ballad concerts will be yonder in the principal Plaza, some community stage production or some sacred gathering. There was diversity in the functions. 5 This reminiscence will be quite half-done if I did not name my first teacher. My first teacher was Saraswathi who taught me the fundamentals of their language. She trained me in the parent lingua and the first standard English textbook, some readings when I was quite little maybe four or five years old. I recognize my tutor, a young lady coming to my dwelling bespectacled and I think, she was fair, but not very sure about the fact. We were staying in a rented house, which was part of a royal cousin's household. she taught me vernacular and English and I was supposed to be an intelligent student and by the time I joined the first class, I knew pretty well, perhaps better than my peers. My mother was an educated lady and though my father was not academically qualified as her, spent many years of his life amidst cultural stalwart in Madras, he worked in a press in Madras and it seems he knew many cultural icons personally on a friendly level. Father was quite ahead of his time, though much educated academically and taking into consideration, the conventional setting from where he grew. My teacher taught me very conscientiously and I was am very thankful for her, and even though I desired to see her many times later in life, it did not happen... Patrice was coming from the auto rickshaw when Simenon who used to wear fashionable tailor-made dresses came with his friend. I was standing beside the bougainvillea tree when all the girls came to the classroom. Derick was standing on the steps and he was chatting with the girls, his favorite pastime. At the other row, one may see the other departments, German. Russian and likewise thronged by handsome males and females in good attires. The professor's had fairer skin than ours and they were obviously foreigners. I had once a conversation with a head of the department who was an Italian, I am not sure, and he asked about political things and since these transpire not my field of interest the conversation ended abruptly. My professor had a beard, something similar to the season, though he was one among us. probably a class belonging to my father. They might have common folks as relatives in some 1214. town in middle kernels. my professor was short but an erudite man, and the fact that he knew French, I knew only after I left the institute. I heard that he engaged in a debate in French with a pretension french scholar. these are all heresies and cannot be validated. as some of the folks involved are somewhere far away and some are already dead. the professor was humorous. though the ea head of the department who was senior to him, academically, this professor known in many circles, inside and outside the state because he was the great poet, and had traveled in many countries as a poet or an academician. he always came in a three-wheeler. this practice made me respectful three-wheelers, and the ownership of the car is not an essential thing in life.it does not affirm one's journey to greatness.and some people whom I had seen later, at a certain point in life, could not drive those things as they did in youth and had to employ a driver or shift to an auto rickshaw, or cares the time permitted. Indian auto rickshaw, I prefer, because they are cheap and more over the air will come from outside and it is a most informal vehicle, and at least for the rest of the rise, you have a friend, that is the auto rickshaw driver. some of them are learned people, scholars, and some are good fellows and some have even helped me get a doctor in some I had medical issues while travelling. I think that young man, who waited outside the emergency ward, in one my travels, getting g me doctor and medicine, till I could contact my relative somewhere not far. those days, I was in frequent travels and had to be away from family for many days in succession.The professor was poet,a known one. Sometimes younger poets will come there in the Academy for his audience, and I saw some of my favorite poets in that manner. there were poetry readings in the Academyand some of those students who read poetry later became well-known poets. ins, but there was a lot of controversy about this topic, and the lady inevitably believed in the miraculous qualities of this oil, and took it herself and sent to her two sons abroad. The the eldest son was a harm maker and thought very highly of his body and contacts and always talked in such a way to others as if others owed him something. I also met him once or twice, and he tried to create an impression on me as to the fact that he knew many things and had several contacts and could get things speedily done. But he and his wife told my wife view when they spent a couple of good hours in a cinema theatre cold her that this chap was suffering from fluctuations in b.p. Levels and wakes at nights without any reason and perspires unnecessarily. They had already owned a portion of the building and them were brothers and they were doing joint business. In the summer months, they will give the key of the shops to the managers and by all means went to Simla or Mussoorie or 57. Nainital and after many boat rides and roaming and winding car journeys and dip in holy waters came back rather refreshed to keep the business moving. a giggled ominously and her strawberry, cheeks were beautiful when she expressed timidness. From the deck, one could get a flawless sense of the encompassing regions and a person often would read the paper from the porch of this homely premise and he would cower and study for hours and sometimes will go to the nursery and attend the seedlings that he had planted in the drizzly season. The other neighbor was mostly absent during the daytime in days as he had a night work and the eldest son was a musician and studied music from a famous teacher. by the man appeared sometimes in the early morning to the balcony and put on the motor and started washing his clothes. the son will be pursuing some of the music lessons he learned recently. but he wanted to present an orchestra to the public in the presence of some parents objected and sent him against his will to a professional course. however, he practiced music in his spare moments. the third son of Marie teacher was a socialist and I had many talks with him. he said he did not read religious texts and the texts he read a communist manifesto. which nobody came across recently in life read. I also have t not read it. though I had a lot about it. This man had a peculiar habit of taking the pickaxes and operating with other artisans in the backyard and his mom could barely dispute it. the workers usually esteemed him since he was loving and caring and asked about the 68. well being of others. in a couple of conversations, we had, I knew that he was the lovely chap with some interest in people. 3 in the evening will to the center where I used to stay and as a hotel where once three of my friends t friends joined in a celebration treat when one of the friends won in the table tennis competition, I was an assessor, and though I had not much knowledge about the play other than computing the digits, I was to be the umpire, on a night. wai had already made the board tennis room my palace of study along with another senior scholar. that time was giving one week to a particular author and reading the notes at night. I gave a week to this author. The senior scholar gave a fortnight to another writer of his subject of study and reading towards the end of the night and sleeping late. Another senior, boy, a magician to assist me. He was an atheist too. I did not meet him afterwards and I was the umpire and the game was not competitive. the one who was a senior chap was playing on the other side, though I witnessed the play later in life because my wife was proficient in many games and was a national athlete and had a box full of medals, a gold commemoration she coerced into an ornament because they were broke at that time and desired jewelry. And I was the umpire and witnessed the game and the game was one side, the other Zhao, a great champion of the game won the two matches[I guess[ when the opposite candidate for one or two points. it was quite heroic, and the other chap was a rich fellow who came to who was a hostel fellow, whose house was not very far came in an 79. automobile and gave the dinner. I was to witness the event from the balcony of the hotel, at dusk time and a ground afar, a few young girls are met by eerie one-night lovers, a very miserable scene that I could not forget for the rest of my life. the dinner was excellent, yes the food was good and the spirits were high. I walked mostly by a small road like a footpath and saw the place of that hotel, but now it was superseded by different one, and often took the snack when I would see of the ward at the interurban station and will either go to the library and tarry by the old multiversity field overlooking the dining places and hostel and a furlong away, my own discourse arena that was the origin of erudite lectures, one a poet of international repute and the others all doctors. and where are my fronds now? I thought I just wanted to see one particular friend, d.s. best no idea where that friend is and had to forget the affair. Once dropped into the hotel of repute a with my ward and the book inauguration was taking place, and the book was by a civil service person and there I met my old friend an artist who also made documentary films and he had a long beard and he invited me to his house. since my ward was young and well dressed she was to give bouquets to a director and also a famous poet who was present at the show the discussion was about the breadth of roads. the free copies were given and it was a happy occasion. I had to go to the toilet often, as I had some prostate problems and treatments were going on. Then went to the university college and stood before the fencing and from there you get copies of second-hand books, a row of second-hand stores and I bought them all good ones, and the sellers were jovial fellows, lighthearted and always cracking jokes now and then. there the state bus has a stop and I will take the bus which will arrive at .took the bus to the railway junction, and on another day it rained. that the place was memorable that it was there on one evening by dusk we three stood to discuss the fate and an artist friend whose painting was rejected by a publisher that evening and we were all dejected, the artist later was to go to Europe and do some other services. That day I took the minibus to the railroad station crossing, inevitably the conductor carried me with some regard, because I was attired in flawless white and often the legislators groomed like that and it was a capital town, and I got a good place since a chair was ready. Another day, I was to drive in one of those lanes where rested the house of the dentist and the lanes were frequented by people in the evening as a shrine was near and you get a glimpse sometimes into the brightest pair of eyes, we don't know the owner of it but they inevitably spoke a deep language which we normally concourse in usual evenings, nowhere with the people you know in daily life, and it is possible one of the readers of this post share that brightest eyes, that spoke a language these ones. That, of course, is a feast. I could not obtain the second appointment after my contour of the tooth is taken due to sudden shifting. evenings were found near a reliquary and a square where gatherings are often conducted, sometimes some band.. and shops extended on both sides a bit market of generations old whereas a little child I came with my mother, and I wanted among all things only one thing- the tamarind. Hereby the side of that line I had a couple of hotels where I was a denizen and after a walk withdrew o my present resting place and this was a routine and since it was I made acquaintances with some people who followed this routine one was an old film producer, who had large capital once, but living humbly still in a decent way. he asked me if I was interested in buying a house in that area and I said probably not sincere mu in the wife's interests are elsewhere the evenings to the Fort area- a busy place with so many men and automobiles, people in all moods and physical conditions, engaging in diverse activities. You watch for half an hour such a crowd and you get a glimpse into the universe you live in, multiple talents, multiple avenues, multiple life patterns. But basically, the human with the pathos and frailties and shame that make a human. in the ordinary seasons whenever the sun sets and rises again the next day he was thinking of all that happened. to the brim of the happiness that exudes the mirth and the special glory that makes a man worth remembering- when he passed the by-lanes and went to fort maidan, he had patted on the shoulder with great confidence and rhythm. That lady with an ardor and resilience in crisis who gives hope to her family - But in the long run, it is only a story remembered by her close friends and folk. it subsides, anyhow. I used to see the crowd and also went to some 1012. of the coffee shops to have coffee.. it was pleasant in the evening, and I will pass by certain streets that were familiar to me in the university years. after all, I stayed in this port city for two years enjoying the breeze and the loving company. I decided to see some of the old friends and classmates but could not do so. Once I went to a beach and the visit, I had postponed many times and had also made an unsuccessful effort to visit when I studied there. The port has not evolved greatly, and the excellence is in a way lightly dissipated due to contamination and deficiency of hygiene especially the waste removal ventures that were quite sluggish. Waste was coming from all sections and the organization and people found it laborious to cope with the problem. And the corrective strokes are yet to arrive. Sometimes amazing ballad concerts will be yonder in the principal Plaza, some community stage production or some sacred gathering. There was diversity in the functions. 5 This reminiscence will be quite half-done if I did not name my first teacher. My first teacher was Saraswathi who taught me the fundamentals of their language. She trained me in the parent lingua and the first standard English textbook, some readings when I was quite little maybe four or five years old. I recognize my tutor, a young lady coming to my dwelling bespectacled and I think, she was fair, but not very sure about the fact. We were staying in a rented house, which was part of a royal cousin's household. she taught me vernacular and English and I was supposed to be an intelligent student and by the time I joined the first class, I knew pretty well, perhaps better than my peers. My mother was an educated lady and though my father was not academically qualified as her, spent many years of his life amidst cultural stalwart in Madras, he worked in a press in Madras and it seems he knew many cultural icons personally on a friendly level. Father was quite ahead of his time, though much educated academically and taking into consideration, the conventional setting from where he grew. My teacher taught me very conscientiously and I was am very thankful for her, and even though I desired to see her many times later in life, it did not happen... Patrice was coming from the auto rickshaw when Simenon who used to wear fashionable tailor-made dresses came with his friend. I was standing beside the bougainvillea tree when all the girls came to the classroom. Derrick was standing on the steps and he was chatting with the girls, his favorite pastime. At the other row, one may see the other departments, German. Russian and likewise thronged by handsome males and females in good attires. The professor's had fairer skin than ours and they were obviously foreigners. I had once a conversation with a head of the department who was an Italian, I am not sure, and he asked about political things and since these transpire not my field of interest the conversation ended abruptly. My professor had a beard, something similar to the season, though he was one among us. probably a class belonging to my father. They might have common folks as relatives in some 1214. town in middle kernels. my professor was short but an erudite man, and the fact that he knew French, I knew only after I left the institute. I heard that he engaged in a debate in French with a pretension french scholar. these are all heresies and cannot be validated. as some of the folks involved are somewhere far away and some are already dead. the professor was humorous. though the ea head of the department who was senior to him, academically, this professor known in many circles, inside and outside the state because he was the great poet, and had traveled in many countries as a poet or an academician. he always came in a three-wheeler. this practice made me respectful three-wheelers, and the ownership of the car is not an essential thing in life.it does not affirm one's journey to greatness.and some people whom I had seen later, at a certain point in life, could not drive those things as they did in youth and had to employ a driver or shift to an auto rickshaw, or cares the time permitted. Indian auto rickshaw, I prefer, because they are cheap and more over the air will come from outside and it is a most informal vehicle, and at least for the rest of the rise, you have a friend, that is the auto rickshaw driver. some of them are learned people, scholars, and some are good fellows and some have even helped me get a doctor when I had medical issues while travelling. I think that young man, who waited outside the emergency ward, in one my travels, getting g me doctor and medicine, till I could contact my relative somewhere not far. those days, I was in frequent travels and had to be away from family for many days in succession.The professor was poet,a known one. Sometimes younger poets will come there in the Academy for his audience, and I saw some of my favorite poets in that manner. there were poetry readings in the Academy and some of those students who read poetry later became well-known poets.

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