Once I had a wonderful days
When I was in a tender age.
I was a simple rustic boy
There were many playmates, we used to enjoy.
I was grown up under my mother's care
My elder brother was very sincere.
My father died of Tuberculosis
My age was then only six.
My school life at the primary level
It was more or less well.
I had never gone to take tuition
Due to my poor financial condition.
I had an ambition to go for higher education
Unfortunately, I had to stop after graduation.
But I did not lose interest in learning,
I started to learn day and night by self learning.
With this purpose, I devoted myself
Without having teacher's guidance or institutional help.
My passionate mind always worked with a great zeal
Gradually I developed my writing skill.
All along I was a book lover
Besides good books, I used to read daily newspaper.
I considered paper is the best master to have good knowledge
So I began to read English Daily from early age.
I never thought one day I'll hold a service
Not for the post of a clerk but an Assistant Teacher of English.
One day I got a letter from employment exchange officer
I was asked to meet him but the view was not clear.
I went to Bishnupur on the fixed date
There more candidates were assembled for the same object.
Employment exchange officer cleared to ask about the matter
The B.C Boys' High School of Sonamukhi requested to send names for an English Teacher.
Ten days later, by the grace of the Almighty
I got an interview letter from the school authority.
On due date, I appeared before the selection committee
First of all, they started class teaching to justify the teaching ability.
The expert of the panel told us not to use mother tongue
Demonstration in English will have to be done.
One by one entered into the room but came out with lack-luster eyes,
In teaching, I was able to prove my quality in all sides.
At the time of oral test, I was also better than others,
The expert gave me highest marks.
But even after being selected for the post, I had to face caste and religious matter
As I was a Muslim candidate, some members of the panel had opposed my candidature.
Luckily I was selected for the post of an assistant teacher
In this was I got the job and started my teaching career.
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Diary of Love
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