LIFE ESSENCE : PART -2

dear steem friends, *this is the part -2 of life essence.

After several days a recommendation was found. A Thakur was in the management meeting of Indranarayan Singh Hindu College. Cried to them and cried. They got pity on me. The syllabus gave the chieftain. At that time my joy was not limited. Coming home happily The second day was intended to meet the Principal; But when I reached home, I had a fever. And do not shake before two weeks. Neem's brew drank and drank. One day sitting on the door was my priest. Seeing my condition, I asked the news and immediately went to the fields and brought a root dug and after washing it, grinding it with seven grains of pepper and gave me a drink. He had a magic effect. Hours of fever climbed were just over hours. This drug, suppressed and crushed its throat. I asked the name of that herd repeatedly to Panditji, but he did not tell me. Kya-Telling her name will continue to affect her.

One month later I met Mr. Richardson and I saw the recommendation chip. The Principal looked at me with intense eyes and asked- Where were the days ?

'It was sick.'

'What was the disease?'

I was not prepared for this question. If I tell the fever then maybe the sahib think me a liar. Fever was a light thing in my understanding, for which such a long absence was unnecessary. Someone should tell the disease, which also raises compassion due to its hard work. At that time I did not remember the name of any other illness When I met Indra Narayana Singh, he talked about the disease of his heartbeat. I remember that word.

I said - the pulpitation of heart sir!

Sahab looked at me amazed and said- now you are absolutely good?

'Yes!'

'Well, fill the entrance.'

I understand the fleet is over. Took the form, and introduced the khanapuri. Sahib was taking a class at that time. At 3 o'clock I got the form back. It was written on it - its eligibility should be checked.

This new problem has occurred. My heart sank. I had no hope of passing a passage on anything other than English. And by algebra and geometry, the soul was fascinated. Whatever was remembered was also forgotten; But what was the second remedy? Trusted by luck, he went to class and showed his form. Professor Sahab was a Bengali who was teaching English. Washington Irving's 'Rehipovan Winkel' was. I sat in the back row and sat in the two minutes and I became aware that Professor Sahab is the knower of his subject. At the end of the hour, he asked many questions to me on today's text and wrote 'satisfactory' on the farm.

The second hour was of algebra. Its professors were also Bengali. I showed my farm. New institutions, Mons, often come from the same students who are not available anywhere. This was the same thing here. Classes were filled in ineligible students. The person who first came to Raleigh, got admitted. The greens are all gourmet in hunger. Now it was full of stomach. Students were chosen by choice. These professors took my examination in mathematics and I failed. Wrote 'unsatisfactory' in the field of mathematics on the farm.

I was so frustrated that I took the farm and did not even go to the Principal. Come home straightaway. Mathematics was the top of Gaurishankar for me. I could never get up on that. Twice in the 'intermediate' failed in mathematics and left frustrated to finish the examination. After ten-
twelve years, when the mathematics test was completed, I took the second subject and passed it easily. Until that time, this rule of the university, how many youths killed the aspirations, who could say. Well I was disappointed to return home; But the longing for reading was still there. What does the house sit? Somehow to improve math and get admitted to college, this was the tune. It was necessary to stay in the city. Incidentally, a lawyer has got the job of teaching the boys. Five rupees to be paid, I decided to go for two rupees and give three rupees to the house. There was a small nook and corner cell on the statue of the lawyer. He took the command to stay in it! A piece of sack laid! Brought a small lamp from the market and stayed in the city. Brought some kitchenware from the house. At one time the khichadi cooked and the kitchenware went to the wash-majour library. Mathematics was excuse, read novels, etc. Pandit Ratan Nath Rai's 'Fanaa-e-Azad' read the same days. 'Chandrakanta-santati' also read. Bunkim Babu's Urdu translation, all the books found in the library, read all. The lawyer who used to teach the boys of the saq was studying in matriculation with me. I received this post from his recommendation. They had friendships, so when needed, used to borrow money. The salary was calculated on the salary. Sometimes two bucks come, sometimes three. The day when the salary of two rupees was received, my patience came out of hand. Pyaasi Trishna pulls towards the confectionery shop. Two-thirds of the money comes up only after eating the money. Go home the same day and give two-two and a half rupees. From the second day, it started borrowing again; But sometimes it would be hesitant to ask for lending and day-to-day drowsiness*.

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