From my uncle’s ink
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Sometimes I get surprised by my act of framing
sentences as per the need of the context.
Needless to say, this quality of writing which has evolved over the time
for me, is a consequence of inheritance. Yes, I can proudly claim that I
inherit the writing abilities from many of my family members from paternal and
maternal side. The article written below is the testimony of each and every
word written above.
Here, I’m presenting a piece of non-fictional
write-up based on the experience of my maternal uncle, Er.Debabrata Sarangi,
who’s currently working as Assistant Executive Engineer in the department of
urban development under Puri Municipality , Government of Odisha. This piece
has originally written in Odia and it’s my humble attempt to translate the
entire article in English by keeping intact the emotions and feelings
associated with it.
The reason behind translating this piece is to make
it accessible to non-Odia readers. When my uncle sent me this handwritten
article in Whatsapp, I was so amazed by his writing style that I decided to
translate it at that point of time itself.
Here
it goes:
Greetings to my school
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| Puri Zilla School , Image source:Google Images |
Zilla School of Puri not only earned legend like
Gopabandhu as student but also received five gems of Satya-ridden-age such as
Acharya Harihar, Pandit Neelkantha, Godabarish and Kripasindhu. Madhusudan who
is also regarded as Bhaktakavi has also been a product of this school. Once
upon a time, Radhanatha Rao and Madhusudan Rao played the roles of teacher and
student respectively. In next phase, Madhusudan Rao got appointed as third
temporary teacher but before he could lend his contribution to this school, he
got transferred to Cuttack and another Bengali man got appointed by
then-Inspector Martin Sir to contribute.
In my childhood, while I was half paddling my father’s
old cycle of Raleigh’s, I was attracted by two red coloured buildings of the
city. Out of those red coloured
buildings, one was situated in front of the P.W.D office and the other one was
that of Chandrasekhar College. My father always warned me not to paddle cycle
alone in those areas which encompassed those red coloured buildings because one
of those red coloured buildings was haunted whereas the other one was that of
Zilla School , Puri. In reality, the so-called haunted house was that of telephone
exchange and old Zilla School was held in the Puri college. From that day, the
word Zilla School had subconsciously occupied my mind.
After the completion of primary education in Police
Line School, my father made my admission to Zilla School in the year 1976. I
still remember how he indicated it to the factory of creating learned human
beings. My father also enumerated the names of many students of that school who
were renowned in different fields. I’m unable to recall all names that he said
but all I can faintly remember are the names of Utkalamani, Acharya
Harihar,Pandit Neelkantha, Godabarish, Kripasindhu,Kabibara,Proffesor Rajurao,
then-chief secretary of the state Sudhanshu Bhushan Mishra; my heartfelt
greetings to all of them.
This school was established in 1853 and was regarded
as the best school of the state. Its location was close to railway station
because of which it became the centre of attraction for common man as well as
visitors. The school used to be officially made off during general election and
its gigantic playground would turn out to be a place for conducting various
activities associated with polling under the vast stretch of tent. We felt
proud and happy by witnessing our school to be the host of such important
activities. During Rath Yatra festival, the classrooms would turn out to be
shelters for the police personnel who were assigned duties for smooth and
peaceful conduct of activities. Seeing police personnel at a close proximity
drove away feeling of aversion that once existed in our minds for them.
Many legends have spent their precious days of
childhood in the premise of this school and teachers would always inspire the
students to become administrators, professors, doctors and Engineers. My father
was working as an Engineer in the department of government then and he had a
wish that his son should at least be an Engineer. I started nurturing my
endless dreams in the background of my teacher’s discipline, my father’s
strictness and my mother’s selfless care. My mother had numerous expectations
from me; she wanted her son to be an
Engineer like his father and every person of Puri would respect him and would
often say, “Like father like son”, his son would serve Lord Jagannatha by
staying at Puri as his duty. No matter
how much educated one becomes, how much renowned he grows to be, nothing can
act as a greater fortune than serving his own homeland, Puri ,father took
over the charges of water supply to construction of the road ; so would his son
do, when he rode Raleigh cycle ,my son would ride car. Same thing happened.
My mother’s dreams were converted to reality by me by the virtues that she implanted in me. It has been 1year and 8 months
since my mother has left for heavenly abode, perhaps she saw ‘today’ as yesterday’s bright future.
I joined Puri Municipality as an Engineer in 1994. Wishes
of my parents got fulfilled. It was a
government job and transferred posting was one of its parts. After working 12
years in Puri, I got promoted and transferred to Baripada , this saddened my
mother. She, after wiping out her tears in her Saree, said, “The Jagannatha Temple of Baripada is also
very old. The Ratha Yatra of that place is the second in our state. Lord
Jagannatha has sent you there to implement your experience of Puri’s culture of
working there.” I worked there successfully for 4 years and now have got
transferred to Municipality of Bhubaneswar; the city of temples, capital of the
state. My mother got overwhelmed by hearing this news (even when she didn’t
understand the notion of Bhubaneswar being regarded as Smart City) because according to her, her son was on his path to
success. I worked there for 3 years after which I got transferred to Puri
again. This time, my mother’s happiness knew no bounds. She said cheerfully
that the recent episode of transfer was the result of Lord Jagannath’s
attraction.
She prayed God for her departure and sought his
blessings for me. 8th Apr,2016 she left for a place never to return
again. She returned back to the place from where she had emerged by leaving us
many miles away. My father’s guidance and mother’s blessings became the sources
of inspiration for me to serve my motherland. The happiness of helping friends,
acquaintances and teachers is simply inexplicable. All these reasons sometimes
compel me to think about the divine plan of Lord Jagannatha for providing me an
opportunity to work for the betterment of the society as an Engineer.
The initiation of my journey certainly started with
that legends-making-factory. Teachers like Ramachandra Panda, Brundaban Mishra,
Debendra Mahapatra, Bholanath Dash, Bamana Charan Sahu, Harihara Samantarai,
Prafulla Pattanaik, Sudhakar Mahapatra, Ramesh Chandra Mahapatra, Joginath
Mohanty, Mrs. Shantilata Mohanty,Brajakishore Nayak,Prahalad Shatapathy,
Jagannath Mishra and Dibakar Mishra used to get self satisfaction by
manufacturing legends in that factory. Not only I but also my siblings and two
nieces, in total 9 studied at Zilla School, Puri from class 6th to
11th. My niece, Sonali
Mohapatra made us proud by securing 8th position in class 10th
boards in state of Odisha. I doubt if number of members of a family as much as
9 in number have ever studied in same school! There’s not a single family in
Puri who has not been acquainted with our identities. Someone or the other in
every family has studied with any one of us. That legend-making-factory was
certainly a unique one. Be it the teaching of language, yoga, drama or sport;
every component of it was connected to each other through a chain of
discipline. The success of this school has become possible because of the
combined efforts of the makers; teachers and its stars; students. I feel proud
to have got an opportunity to serve this divine place and the
legend-making-factory.
Salutation
to my Alma Mater!
Translated by
Swati Sarangi
25.02.2018
