It was a fine Sunday morning of the year 1998/1999, I was particularly happy because the previous night my parents had bought one of my favorite books without even me asking for it. It is not that I never asked for anything, but I was never very demanding particularly. It was kept on the dressing table of my parent's room, and I took it with me in my room and slept with it beside my pillow. The book made me even happier because previous to that week I saw it in my cousin's place and since then I was craving for it.
...continuing with my happy mood, I lied down on my bed after the wonderful breakfast of "luchi-torkari" (a common Sunday Bengali breakfast) with my dearest book and the whole morning went away in a wink. As the afternoon was about to approach, I was approached by my mother first, stating very gently and logically that the particular book which I was reading was not at all for me but for a family friend because it was his child's birthday and we had been invited; but she promised me that she will buy me another copy of it.
Unlike what the Bengali stereotypes suggest I was raised in a family where books were not the first thing that comes to the mind when gifts was thought of (except for my mother and I), and so in the same way, no one remembered that once upon a time I gave away a book that was dear to me. And honestly for any child of that age the book that contains Collection of stories and poems of Sukumar Roy (Sukumar RachanaSamagra) would be no less that the "Lost Ark".
...but ...as the phrase says Better late than never; she bought it, this time for me, as promised...and that moment was one of my top 5 happiest moments of life; not just because it is a great book but also because I somehow felt that I found a long lost friend after 15 years.
Since then, I have read from its cover to cover for atleast 10 times if not more.
It has been my constant source of laughter and innocence whenever I am upset after a bad day or just missing my old self. It provides a sense of calm and belonging that injects in me the purpose and power for waking up tomorrow. It is a lot to expect from a book which is about flying cows, talking cat and giraffe headed lions, but then, it is one of a kind!
Today it is the 130th birthday of this amazing Indian Bengali humorous poet, story-teller, painter, playwright, cartoonist and a whole form of institution that lived in Bengali literature.
A very happy birth-anniversary to Sukumar Roy...
He came....He made us laugh....He went! And no matter where he is today, I am sure, he still is continuing with his work............
Thank you for giving us a wonderful childhood, which still resides in each of us and will dwell there forever!
#StayBlessed
...continuing with my happy mood, I lied down on my bed after the wonderful breakfast of "luchi-torkari" (a common Sunday Bengali breakfast) with my dearest book and the whole morning went away in a wink. As the afternoon was about to approach, I was approached by my mother first, stating very gently and logically that the particular book which I was reading was not at all for me but for a family friend because it was his child's birthday and we had been invited; but she promised me that she will buy me another copy of it.
Unlike what the Bengali stereotypes suggest I was raised in a family where books were not the first thing that comes to the mind when gifts was thought of (except for my mother and I), and so in the same way, no one remembered that once upon a time I gave away a book that was dear to me. And honestly for any child of that age the book that contains Collection of stories and poems of Sukumar Roy (Sukumar RachanaSamagra) would be no less that the "Lost Ark".
...but ...as the phrase says Better late than never; she bought it, this time for me, as promised...and that moment was one of my top 5 happiest moments of life; not just because it is a great book but also because I somehow felt that I found a long lost friend after 15 years.
Since then, I have read from its cover to cover for atleast 10 times if not more.
It has been my constant source of laughter and innocence whenever I am upset after a bad day or just missing my old self. It provides a sense of calm and belonging that injects in me the purpose and power for waking up tomorrow. It is a lot to expect from a book which is about flying cows, talking cat and giraffe headed lions, but then, it is one of a kind!
Today it is the 130th birthday of this amazing Indian Bengali humorous poet, story-teller, painter, playwright, cartoonist and a whole form of institution that lived in Bengali literature.
A very happy birth-anniversary to Sukumar Roy...
He came....He made us laugh....He went! And no matter where he is today, I am sure, he still is continuing with his work............
Thank you for giving us a wonderful childhood, which still resides in each of us and will dwell there forever!
#StayBlessed
