About Me posted by ranu
Last time I wrote about my school. After my Dad’s passing my mother wanted to go back to Bangladesh.To us kids it was the first time we were going there to live. We were not excited.My mom had her siblings,she hadn’t seen.We did not know our aunts and uncles,we lived so far away from them,they were strangers to us. My eldest brother bought a house in Comilla for us to live.
I was sizing up everything I saw there. The potatoes were too small,the onions were probably one tenth in size compared to what we saw in our previous city. I tried to tell Mom,we should go back to the city we came from. Mom ignored me,she knew she lived outside Bangladesh long enough.There was no way she would leave her siblings again.That virtually closed the door for us.
I realized I have to go back to school. All the schools in the town had schools where the medium of instruction was Bengali.I knew Bengali,I was able to read and write,but this is all I could do,but to handle it in Geography,Science,history,Math was a no go for me.Then I was told there was an English medium school,it only had up to the sixth grade. I was in fifth standard in my previous school,and I was far ahead than the sixth grade in the local school. My brother hired a private tutor to help me prepare for the high school exam. I did not like the arrangement.I decided I can study without help. My brother agreed and I did the exam privately.
I took admission in the local college. To be continued !
Thank you for this account of your return to Bangladesh. I like reading about how you chose to study on your own. Some need a tutor. You clearly did not!
I look forward to the continuation of this story.
All good wishes,
Thanks Robert.I intend to write more.
Thank you,Robert.I complained the most,from the size of the potatoes and onion,and the way they spoke.I wasn’t trying to be stuck up. My feelings were genuine.It didn’t work though.
A very gritty personal description, so a wonderful biographic account is in the offing.
If I wanted to write about myself,I thought it is best to write how I felt.I enjoy writing everything that was not
so good about me.
Thank you Akhtar Bhai,Robert tells me he enjoys reading about me,so if I get encouragement from my two best friends,
I will keep writing.
Thank you very much Akhtar Bhai.