=== AFTER SCHOOL ===
Shyamal turned round the corner. There was an extra-ordinary culmination of people infront of their residence. Has it happened? Has the worst thing, the worst night mare come true? He teared through the crowd, to find something psuedo relieving. His mom was arguing with his uncles over monetary matters. Why wont they pay back the investment that they once took, more than two decades ago, so that her husband could be treated properly, in a better instituition?
The night before Shyamal's maternal uncle called and asked her to admit Mr. Bera to a well
known Behala nursing home of which he is the incharge. Being a retired military doctor, he has his commitments to the nursing home and promised for a better check up. This nursing home was for the well to do, and such is not possible given the financial status. But with adamant looks and words bitter than the blade of sword, Mrs. Bera forced his paternal uncles to bear the cost. The cloud seemed to get cleared, but only partially.
Later in the day, when the admittance was cleared in the new nursing home, the paternal uncles met up with the RMO for the new place, with out seeking Shyamal's maternal Uncle's permission asking them to release the patient as soon as possible as they cant bear the cost! The witches were member of some prestigious clubs of India, and they just showed their "wicked" intentions in trying to make Shyamal's dad as invalid as possible!
The words reached Shyamal's maternal uncle, who was furious over Mrs. Bera, as the thing was conveyed to him as the patient's house members came. Mrs. Bera knew nothing of the matter and that night Shyamal saw
how injustice needed to be met with words of righteous! If you need to deliver the BLOW deliver it at the opposition's CAMP and HOME GROUND for that delivers the maximum indentation to their reputation and respect! Shyamal's mom did it, going to his paternal uncle's flat, dead at night. She made sure that everyone in the locality knew what kind of people, (COLD BLOODED MURDERERS) they can be!
As heard, the next day, after school, Shyamal found that his dad has been admitted to the ICCU, for intensive treatment and all the monetary help was "snatched" from his paternal uncles by Mrs. Bera! He alaso heard, that his paternal uncle, who plotted against them was removed from the post of the Assistant President of the Regional Branch of the prestigious club! A scratch, better than a bloody wound!
A week after the whole thing started off, Mr. Bera reached home, safe and sound.
This was a beginning of a six year drama, that spanned Shyamal's Class VIII to College's First Year. A drama, which has all the emotion and politics of family life, that impressioned deep in Shyamal's mind even today! Dicken's Copperfield and our Bera has one thing in common. Childhood's passage way to adulthood was very jittery! Impressions fulfilled. 1998 passed away... with many ore snippets in the diary, which wil be published later on. A six year old journey, how can it be finished in one month?
Many Shyamals walk the roads like this... many will come into this. But today he knows the reality, the fact and friction of every lines... one to two liners... they all are the same... They have gaphs in between... waiting to be read!
The night before Shyamal's maternal uncle called and asked her to admit Mr. Bera to a well
known Behala nursing home of which he is the incharge. Being a retired military doctor, he has his commitments to the nursing home and promised for a better check up. This nursing home was for the well to do, and such is not possible given the financial status. But with adamant looks and words bitter than the blade of sword, Mrs. Bera forced his paternal uncles to bear the cost. The cloud seemed to get cleared, but only partially.
Later in the day, when the admittance was cleared in the new nursing home, the paternal uncles met up with the RMO for the new place, with out seeking Shyamal's maternal Uncle's permission asking them to release the patient as soon as possible as they cant bear the cost! The witches were member of some prestigious clubs of India, and they just showed their "wicked" intentions in trying to make Shyamal's dad as invalid as possible!
The words reached Shyamal's maternal uncle, who was furious over Mrs. Bera, as the thing was conveyed to him as the patient's house members came. Mrs. Bera knew nothing of the matter and that night Shyamal saw
how injustice needed to be met with words of righteous! If you need to deliver the BLOW deliver it at the opposition's CAMP and HOME GROUND for that delivers the maximum indentation to their reputation and respect! Shyamal's mom did it, going to his paternal uncle's flat, dead at night. She made sure that everyone in the locality knew what kind of people, (COLD BLOODED MURDERERS) they can be!As heard, the next day, after school, Shyamal found that his dad has been admitted to the ICCU, for intensive treatment and all the monetary help was "snatched" from his paternal uncles by Mrs. Bera! He alaso heard, that his paternal uncle, who plotted against them was removed from the post of the Assistant President of the Regional Branch of the prestigious club! A scratch, better than a bloody wound!
A week after the whole thing started off, Mr. Bera reached home, safe and sound.
This was a beginning of a six year drama, that spanned Shyamal's Class VIII to College's First Year. A drama, which has all the emotion and politics of family life, that impressioned deep in Shyamal's mind even today! Dicken's Copperfield and our Bera has one thing in common. Childhood's passage way to adulthood was very jittery! Impressions fulfilled. 1998 passed away... with many ore snippets in the diary, which wil be published later on. A six year old journey, how can it be finished in one month?
Many Shyamals walk the roads like this... many will come into this. But today he knows the reality, the fact and friction of every lines... one to two liners... they all are the same... They have gaphs in between... waiting to be read!
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