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I feel sad that I didn't get someone to publish what, in my humble opinion, is my best literary novel till date. I finis...
15/06/2022

I feel sad that I didn't get someone to publish what, in my humble opinion, is my best literary novel till date. I finished writing the first 26 chapters almost 2 years ago, and have been waiting since then for a patron to help me with the next 26.
Why doesn't my dream ever become a reality? Why am I destined to languish in a dark corner of my dingy ( an overstatement, of course) room when the rest of the world is up and kicking?
Please God help me by lifting the curse off me.

𝙸 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ 𝚊 πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš–. πšƒπš‘πšŠπš πš˜πš—πšŽ 𝚍𝚊𝚒 , "πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™Όπš˜πšπšŽπš›πš— π™ΌπšŠπš‘πšŠπš‹πš‘πšŠπš›πšŠπšπšŠ : 𝙰 π™½πš˜πšŸπšŽπš•" πš πš’πš•πš• πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ πš–πš’ πšŠπš—πšŒπšŽπšœπšπš˜πš›πšœ πšπšŽπšŽπš• πš™πš›πš˜πšžπš 𝚘𝚏 πš–πšŽ. πšƒπš‘πšŠπš 𝙸 πš πš’πš•πš• 𝚐...
19/10/2021

𝙸 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ 𝚊 πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš–. πšƒπš‘πšŠπš πš˜πš—πšŽ 𝚍𝚊𝚒 , "πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™Όπš˜πšπšŽπš›πš— π™ΌπšŠπš‘πšŠπš‹πš‘πšŠπš›πšŠπšπšŠ : 𝙰 π™½πš˜πšŸπšŽπš•" πš πš’πš•πš• πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ πš–πš’ πšŠπš—πšŒπšŽπšœπšπš˜πš›πšœ πšπšŽπšŽπš• πš™πš›πš˜πšžπš 𝚘𝚏 πš–πšŽ. πšƒπš‘πšŠπš 𝙸 πš πš’πš•πš• πšπš›πšŠπšπšžπšŠπšπšŽ πšπš›πš˜πš– πš‹πšŽπš’πš—πš 𝚊 πš•πš’πšπšπš•πšŽ-πš”πš—πš˜πš πš— πš πš›πš’πšπšŽπš› 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽπš’πš—πš 𝚊 πš–πšžπšŒπš‘ πš›πšŽπšœπš™πšŽπšŒπšπšŽπš πš™πšžπš‹πš•πš’πšŒ πšπš’πšπšžπš›πšŽ. 𝙸 πšœπš’πš—πšŒπšŽπš›πšŽπš•πš’ πš‘πš˜πš™πšŽ πšπš‘πšŠπš 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚍 25-30 πšŒπš‘πšŠπš™πšπšŽπš›πšœ πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πš–πš’ πšžπš—πšπš’πš—πš’πšœπš‘πšŽπš πš—πš˜πšŸπšŽπš• πš πš’πšπš‘ π™·πš’πšœ πš‹πš•πšŽπšœπšœπš’πš—πš.
πš‚πšπšŠπš’ πš‘πšŠπš™πš™πš’ πšŠπš—πš πš‘πš˜πš™πšŽπšπšžπš• πšπš˜πš›πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›.

18/12/2019

Chapter - XXV (The Intrinsic Relations between Life, The Daughters-in-law of Deblane 14, and The Ultimate Truth, Death!)

Life couldn't have been more cruel to anyone. The person who studied and excelled in English to make a difference in others' lives, was left at the mercy of his family! Jash never tried to interfere in the financial affairs of the family anymore once Abinash took over.
Abinash, by then was employed by the SBI and as such, was a very efficient youngman about money management. Bidesh had already decided to pay for most of the family expenses including gas and electric bills. Abinash kept accounts and informed Bidesh about the current status from time to time.
On a Sunday evening, Abinash came back from a friend's place after lunch and started talking to his parents. He had met the elderly friend, Sahada, during his stay in Shillong. Later, just like Abinash, he left the army and came down to Calcutta. He was a jolly, good fellow and Abinash was quite fond of him.
Abinash couldn't stop talking to his parents about how nice the Sahas were to him, the choicest dishes cooked for him by Mrs. Saha and how cute their two sons were. Sahada had even asked 'Abi' to take along with him Masima Sati on his next to their place.
Looking at his son blabbering so excitedly, Jash realized that his son had grown up into a handsome, mature adult. His height, broad shoulders made him a damsel's delight. Jash decided to run an advertisement in the popular Bengalee daily for the marriage of this bachelor son.

That night while talking to Sati about Abi's marriage, what dawned on him suddenly was the shortage of rooms for the couple, should Abinash decide to get married. By then, the baitakkhana, had been converted into Ashish's bedroom. The other room on the ground floor facing the entrance, was being used as the kitchen cm dining room. Adarsh, with Siddhartha and Tanushree, was staying in the room above while the room next to his own, accommodated Abinash and Soumya. Jash then decided to let Abinash stay in that room after marriage. Soumya would have to move down to the kitchen and sleep their as a makeshift arrangement for the time being. That's how the problem of accommodating Abinash with his wife, after marriage, was resolved. But what started bothering Jash was how he was going to accommodate Siddhartha when he decided to get married. There seemed to be no stopping the never-ending problems that beset his life, one after another. Being an eternal optimist, Jash decided to get on with Abinash's marriage first. He knew there was no way he could have his share of the room constructed on the second floor as all the other parties were vehemently opposed to it. But then he thought that everything would be resolved in due course of time. Consequently an advertisement was run in the paper. As people's concept about prospective grooms, was changing day by day, a bank employee, was deemed to be a good prospect in the marriage market. Many fathers of the prospective brides wrote to Jash asking for an alliance. Finally, Anjana, a charming, graduate daughter of a well-to-do family in Bandel, was chosen by one and all.
Accordingly, the marriage took place after a couple of months. As the newly-wed couple got off the decorative car hired for the occasion and stepped into Deblane 14, looking at them, Sati, beaming, accompanied by her other daughters-in-law, came out to welcome the new bride in.
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Satya ran up to Mejoma's room. He had seen doctor Chowdhury and the other young doctor with a French beard, going up the stairs to the room earlier. The young doc was carrying a heavy leather bag in his hand.
When Satya reached there, he found some other youngsters of the house also present there near the door. He peeped in from behind their heads. Mejoma or 'Bouma' as he called her, was stretched out in the small bed by the door. She was panting, her eyes closed. The doctors exchanged a meaningful look. The younger one took out a syringe from his bag, inserted it into a small bottle and drew the watery staff into the syringe. He looked down at the patient next, messaged the area around her elbow with his fingers and slowly placed the tip of the needle against her skin. As the needle went in, Bouma inhaled a laboured breath, her chest heaving. The next moment her body gave a few jerks before being completely still. Looking at the still body something flashed through Satya's mind.
That was the third death he had witnessed in Deblane 14, after Baro Jyatha Srish's and Mejo Jyatha, Hemadri's……..

Manas was going to RGKar Hospital opposite Prachi Cinema Hall, when Satya thought of accompanying him at Bidesh's bidding. They walked all the way to the hospital, entered the compound and climbed up the stairs to the General Ward.
It was a big, rectangular room with beds arranged side by side, on both sides of the room. Baroma was lying in one, not very far away from the door where they stood looking up and down. Once they noticed her, they ambled across to her bed. Though it was around 11.30 in the morning, the dim lights in the room were still on. Baroma was lying with her eyes closed, her chest heaving.

Satya picked up the hand-fan from near her pillow and started fanning in order to drive away the buzzing flies over the bed. After a while, he started fanning faster. From left to right, right to left, back to right again. But the dear lady, considerably shrunk in size, did not move an inch. She was sleeping the sleep of the traveller heading towards an unknown land.

Satya looked down at Baroma. It was time to get back as Manas called out to him from the door once more. He turned his head to steal a last look at the dear soul. It was just the other morning when the whole household was awakened by some people shrieking out for help.

Satya was sitting in the wooden cot in the room in the extreme eastern end of the house, chatting with Ashoke, another domestic hand quite popular in the house. Just then he heard someone cry out:
"Keu edikey taratari esho. Bamma aggyan hoeye gachhey…" ( Someone please come here quickly. Bamma has lost consciousness.)
The next hour saw some frenzied activities around the eastern end of the house. Manas, Ashoke, Satya - they all hurriedly brought the unconscious body of Baroma out of the bathroom. Next Captain Dutta, the family physician, was ushered in. As her conditions deteriorated rapidly, she had to be hospitalized.

She passed away a couple of days later. When Satya, Manas and uncle Naresh were directed to the morgue at the far end of the hospital later in the day, what was to stand out in Satya's mind was the stinking, gory dead body of a man wrapped in a white cloth on a rickshaw. He had been butchered by the members of the opposition party in his village, so the rickshaw puller informed them. The gaping whole in place of what used to be his right thumb, was a sad reminder of how he had tried to protect himself feebly, against the attackers and how ruthless and merciless some people could be!

An air of doom and gloom descended over Deblane 14 as Baroma's dead body was brought home. Relatives from far and wide, thronged the areas around the front courtyard where she was being readied for her Last Journey. Wreaths and garlands placed over her body along with the perfume of 'atar' and the adour of the incence sticks lent a poignant feel to the air. As the body of the eldest daughter-in-law of late pundit Chandidas Bhattacharyya was being taken out of Deblane 14, standing still near the door of the kitchen, Sati, wiped away the tears from her eyes with the corner of her sari. In her death, Sati lost a sister and well-wisher. She was the one who always taught Sati not to be misled by the deceptive nature of humans.

The inhabitants of Deblane 14, went into deep mourning once the body of Baroma, the First Lady of the House had been burnt at Keoratala Samshan and her ashes smeared over the Ganges by her only son, Sushil.
The crimson sun in the western sky was beginning his descent along the edges of the river on the other side.

15/12/2019

Chapter -XXIV ( Pati, Patni and the Eternal Worry of Money [2] - Jash Gets Financially Crippled)

Nilima, in her mid-fifties was climbing up the staircase with the wooden railings. Of medium build, she was wearing a white boutique sari with a purple boder. Her hair parted in the middle with the grey streaks tucked over her ears along with the those probing eyes behind the glasses, gave her a distinct personality of her own. She must have been a good looking woman in her youth. Nilima, sadly though, was a widow.
She entered the room and sat on the chair in front of Jash.

"So, you could make some time to come up finally?" There was an edge in his voice. "I've been waiting all this while for you. Did you get the loan?" Jash was clearly sitting on the fence, restless and rebellious as always.

"I'm sorry for being late." She replied looking down at her feet on the floor. " I talked to the Post Master this afternoon. He told me that our branch doesn't give loans against any MIS." She spoke the last sentence listlessly.

"So, there is no way I could get some money from the Post Office? Bad, I was really counting on this." Jash heaved out an anguished sigh. "Bablu (nick name of Bidesh) has sent me money which will cover up the expenses of the surgery partially….. I am really in a fix not knowing what to do. The doctor at the NRS told me that the operation will cost not less than Rs.50,000! The imported pacemaker alone will cost Rs. 28,000." He looked worried, sitting on his bed with his legs hanging down. He was in a dhoti and a vest.
"I feel really ashamed that I couldn't pay you the tuition fees for the last two months," Jash sighed, looking so defeated and hapless.
"Did I ever ask for the fees? I owe you a lot for being where I am today. Even when the former Post Master was trying to make life hell for me, you're a great help by teaching me how to deal with him. I think gratitude doesn't need to be explained in words always but I wish I knew how to help you get out of this mess." Nilima stopped and looked straight across at Jash, anguished yet sitting upright!

" I could have postponed the operation but my heart condition is deteriorating rapidly like Dr. Ghosh told me it would. I'd to spend my share of the money that Brajo paid us as royalties down to the last penny during the cataract operation. Sati told me the other night that she could hear a strange sound, something akin to long, measured panting, coming out of my mouth whenever she finds me asleep. I really don't think postponement will be a good idea." He paused.

"If you don't mind, Sir, can I tell you something?" Nilima looked eagerly at Jash as he nodded his head.

"I stay all by myself in the P&T Colony. I get a good pay. I have saved quiet a lot of money lately. Why don't you take some money, I mean.." She stopped looking at the utter look of bewilderment on Jash's face.

"What I meant to say is that you can take, I mean, borrow some money from me right now. You can repay it to me if you go on to win you the case or whenever it is convenient," she said unflinchingly.

Jash looked at his former student and felt sorry for her. Strange are the ways of The Almighty. The woman lost the husband she was forced to marry, in her mid thirties! Her relations with her brother deteriorated rapidly after marriage and she started staying all by herself in the government quarters for the P&T staff at Ultadanga. He had taught her at college years ago. He again met her when he decided to have a fixed deposit in the local post office. That time, she went out of her way to help her former teacher. Nilima got herself invited to the Durga Puja that year. She had been a daily visitor to Deblane 14 since then.

That evening was the first time Nilima loaned Jash some money, on her own sweet will. On the day of his discharge from the hospital, after the surgery had been a success with the pacemaker installed a couple of days back, Nilima was also there at the time of his discharge. She even accompanied him back to Deblane in the taxi along with Sati and Siddhartha.

In due course of time, she started teaching the youngest son of Jash, Satya. She would also help Tanushree, his youngest daughter, with her Maths and English. Things started worsening from then on as Nilima kept on visiting her former teacher on a regular basis till the day when Jash went out one afternoon and returned home late in the night.
People love gossiping. Soon the whole of Deblane 14 was abuzz with excited opinions and ruthless criticism:

"I saw him in the taxi with Nilimadi near Hazra. I've the gut feeling that he was on his way back from the temple in Kalighat," said one.

"What a wretched man! How could he do this to Sati?" said another.

" Didn't he sire ten sons already? To have married a woman young enough to be his sister, tells a lot about HIS character!" said a third, contemptuously.

In the confines of the bed room, a wife told her husband tauntingly, " He really is a character! Aren't a dozen children enough for him? How can you call your father educated after THIS?"

From the rooms in the second floor to the ones on the first, the topic of discussion that night veered around Jash Bhattacharyya and his fomer student called Nilima.

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It is a matter of great conjecture what transpired between Jash and Sati that night. She had always been a diligent, dutiful, respectful wife. Her life had always centred around her husband and her children. But even Sati must have been shattered by the rumours.
In the following month, Bidesh flew over to Calcutta. Never the one to put up with any talks of such infidelity, he first vented his wrath out on Sati for being such a lenient, husband-abiding wife. This, he screamed out at his Ma, was the twentieth century where women were holding important posts and positions in the society. It was a shame, he told Sati, that after all this, she was still staying with her husband. If she wanted, he could easily take her out to a rented house. He would eventually find a way out of this unspeakable shame.
Sati kept quiet throughout his outbursts. All her dreams were tumbling. The future looking bleak and uncertain.

Bidesh, still furious with Jash, the next morning, talked to Abinash regarding the monthly income and expenditure of the family. It was decided that from then on, Abinash would take over the financial aspect of the family. He informed his father that Nilima was not a part of the family. She could never be. He also requested his second sister, Anjali, to stop contributing to Jash's family. It was simply not proper, he told her. Being the eldest son of Sati, he was going to deposit a lumsome amount in the local branch of the SBI. The monthly interest accrued from the TDR would be enough to take care of the lion's share of the monthly expenses of the family. The other brothers were to contribute to the family funds if and as they desired.

Thus at one cruel stroke of sheer angst and frustration, Jash Bhattacharyya, the man with the never-say-die attitude, was dethroned financially, in his lifetime, from his post as the head of his family.

11/12/2019

Chapter - XXIII ( Pati, Patni Aur The Eternal Worry of Money!)

Before Bidesh left Calcutta that winter, he had been thinking quite hard about Diju's humiliating proposal for the ouster of Jash from Deblane. Agreed, father Jash was no god. He had a number of faults like he was very disorganized about financial matters, he had very little sense of money management. From time to time, he even had to borrow money from people! Just a few days before his departure from Calcutta, Bidesh was appalled to learn from Sati that Jash had borrowed a paltry sum from someone. But what was more appalling was the fact that later on in the same day, when Jash had come to know of the pathetic condition of another relative, he (Jash) handed the money he had borrowed earlier, to that relative without the least bit of hesitation! But then, when was he bothered about his own pathetic plight?

Having given a lot of thought to Diju's proclamation, Bidesh came to the conclusion that the other extended families of Chandidas, must have been worried about the future of each of the members of Jash's family.
Having concluded thus, Bidesh, went around Deblane 14 on the day of his departure, askining uncle Naresh, first cousins Sushil or Mahesh not to worry about the members of Jash's family. Now, as he was settled, he could guarantee that none of his siblings, the children of Jash, would be a burden, a parasite on any one of them.

Some months after his return to Sydney, Australia, Bidesh wrote to his mother, Sati, that he was thinking of getting married to someone, he had started looking upon as the love of his life. She was Margaret with a doctorate degree in History from Mailbourne .
Later, much later, Bidesh would share with his people back home in Calcutta, how he had to lace his own shoe on his very wedding night, all by himself! With no one he could call his own! There was not even a single relative attending his wedding or accompanying him to the aisle as his Best Man!

While Bidesh fell for Margarette, his brother, Ashish, in his late twenties, the fifth son of Jash and Sati back home, had grown into a handsome bloke. His good looks along with his skills, techniques and expertise in various sports and games, made him a popular figure in Deblane 14 at around this time.

In a cricket match held at the Padmapukur Park, he literally brought the sparse crowd to its feet by playing a gem of a knock, when his team was fighting to stay on in a losing battle. He not only played some exquisite cover drives, straight drives and delectable pull shots to score a half century but remained npt out till the end to guide his team to a miraculous victory. The spectators couldn't stop talking about his heroics late into the fading sundown that night.
The best thing about Ashish though, was his superb physique and fearless nature. Ashish, by the way, loved working on his physique by spending regularly some time at the local gym.

By the time he was 21, he had already earned his Master's in English from the premiere university of Calcutta,The Calcutta University. Naturally, he was one of the most sought after bachelors in the locality. Girls found Ashish's charm hypnotic. From the girl-next-door to a host of others, the fairer s*x couldn't simply have enough of him.
By the time, the eldest brother, Bidesh got into the wed-lock far away in Australia, Ashish had already left his job at Shibpur Engineering College, having worked there for close to half a decade, and joined the City Collegiate School as an English Teacher.
He came to know Archana through a common friend called Anima, and had been going steady with her for close to nine months. Though.Ashish had lots of qualities but what appealed to her most was his artistic bent of mind. The first time he sang Najrul's:
Anjali laho more sangitey…( Accept my offerings through my song), and how she joined him towards the end!

One afternoon, after Archana had paid a visit to Deblane 14, got acquainted with his parents and most of the siblings, Ashish told both Adarsh and Abinash, the brothers closest to him, after she had left, that he was thinking of tying the knot with Archana at last. He also wanted their opinions on her.
It might sound surprising to many that it was Adarsh again, Ashish's elder brother, who broached the subject of his marriage to their father, Jash! He told Jash that as he (Adarsh) was yet to land up with a proper job, (he was working at the local school as a Trainee Teacher at that time for his Bachelor of Education course at the famed David here Training College), he didn't mind his younger brother, Ashish getting married. He didn't want to stand in the way of his younger brother's career, life and happiness. Those were the days of brotherhood, brotherly love and sacrifices, no doubt!
Consequently, Ashish, the heartthrob of many a Bengalee girl, got married to Archana, the only daughter of Mr. Mitra, a reputed state government employee from Taltala in Central Calcutta. The marriage was a gala affair.
Jash asked Ashish to convert the baitakkhana into his (Ashish's) bed room. Soon his favourite table and chairs were removed and taken up to what used to be Sati's room in the Central Wing earlier, where Adarsh had started staying with his younger siblings lately. Jash stayed with Sati and Satya, his youngest son, in the room in the northwest end of the house.
Life, for Jash and his family, was getting back to some kind of normalcy and reprieve. But then, Jash had never been Dame Luck's Favourite Child ever!

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Sitting on bed in his room, Jash was waiting for Nilima to be done with her work. She had been giving tuitions to Satya for the last few months.
Thinking of which he remembered that he had to pay her the tuition fees for the month. Money was getting tighter by the day. He felt ashamed to talk to Sati about his acute financial problem any more. Poor lady, she had sold or pawned all her ornaments and jewelry in the last ten years. TEN YEARS!

It seemed just the other day that he was getting ready for college. The vision of Dum Dum Motijhil College cropped up in Jash's mind. He wanted to give the college all his very best. Then came the staff meeting on that despicable afternoon, VP, Shanti Ranjan Chatterjee, coming in with the cheque book for him to sign. In one fatal moment, his life was to be changed for ever. So much so, that it was not going to be the same again! Forget about his life being the same, his life could never be a semblance of what it had been before!
He had been fighting against the authorities for his pride and prestige since then but once there was a defamation case lodged against someone, life, for him or her, could never be the same again!

Ten years to this day! How had he survived the case? How did he manage to run his large family? He owed a lot to Sati, no doubt, especially after what she had to undergo at her parents' in Bhawanipore. She must have been torn apart by what she had to do there - the choice of a brother over another! She didn't even look him in the eye while handing him the bundle, so shattered she was at that time. Her pride in her husband all shattered and tumbling.

Jash looked up at the wall clock. It was ten minutes to seven. Let the case be over, he pledged to himself with clenched teeth. He would clear off all his dues. He would bring the smile back on Sati's face, and yes, on the face of his pride, Anjali. Again, for a flickering moment, his mind went back to the day of Anjali's marriage. How serene she looked and how shameful and lonely he felt, amidst all the decorations and the melodious sound of the sehnai from the nahbatkhana specially constructed for the purpose near the entrance of the house!

He could hear the footsteps of Nilima coming up. He would ask her to take a loan against the only MIS left in his name in the local post office, where she was working as an officer.

09/12/2019

Chapter - XXII (When Dreams Get Shattered 2):

Sushil then got up, cupping his mouth and sat down along with the other three, Naresh, Mahesh and Dwijen on the giant bed. Naresh moved a little to the side of the bed to make room for him. Bidesh looked keenly at the other four. His distance with his father, over the years had widened, but for some reason, he didn't like the idea of a room being permitted to be constructed by the other parties at the expense of his father, Jash.

"Why Dijuda? How can you talk like that? Does Baba mean so little to you?" Standing behind his brother's chair, Adarsh, the youngest of the Bhattacharyyas present in the room, screamed out. He was livid. Bidesh turned his head at him as did the ofhers and looked back at the four maharathis next. He got up slowly then. There was no point trying to persuade the floor when the decision had already been made, he realized. This was a betrayal he was not going to forget easily.
As Adarsh came trotting down the stairs following his eldest brother, a very popular song of Hemanta Mukherjee wafted through the air:

Mago, bhabna keno?
Amra tomar shantripriyo, shanto chhele,
Tabu shatru eley astra hante dhorte jani,
Tomar bhoi nei ma, amra, protibad kortey Nani…
(Why do year fear, dear Mother? We are, by and large,your peace-loving, peaceful sons. But we know how to hold the fort, in case the enemies come attacking. Don't you be afraid, Mom, we know how to protest.)

When they came down to Jash's room, Jash had just woken up from his midday siesta. One look at his sons and he knew that they had brought him bad news.

"Kire, ki holo? Raji holo ora sabai?" (What happened? Did they all agree?)
Bidesh shook his head. Jash Bhattacharyya, didn't raise his folded hands that day to his forehead as he was in the habit of doing. He looked more towards the clear, blue sky through the open window on the left.

"They will approve the construction if you are willing to leave the house, Baba," Bidesh stated less emotionally.
For the first time, both the brothers and Anjali, who had come up and joined them by then, on her way back from college, saw Jash bend his head in shame.

For a blinking minute, the mind of Jash Bhattacharyya flashed back to the day when Nara, the youngest of his siblings, was born, the day he got admitted in the Presidency College, the day he set out for college as a Lecturer, suited-booted, carrying a black leather bag in his hand. Then Nara offering only Sati, amongst his three sisters-in-law, an expensive sari after marriage when Chandidas agreed to, somewhat reluctantly, take him back to Deblane 14. He could also see fondly how happy he was when "Barka", that is Sushil, performed well in the Matriculation, how, despite the opposition of a few, including some of his own sons, he entrusted Barka with the task of reclaiming the repatriation benefits for their ancestral properties in Bangladesh? Jash also thought about Diju or Dwijen, was it not only last year that he had come frequently to him asking for his opinions regarding his (Diju's) first book? Did he also not ask him (Jash) to write The Preface for the book? Thinking of the book, he looked straight at the showcase in front. Along with all those brand new Penguine paperback publications of the works of Chekov, Dostoyevsky, Hardy and a host of other great writers, he had kept lined up on the top shelf, the copy of Diju's book, the copy Diju had gifted him the day he got his personal copies of the book delivered at home. Finally, Jash thought about the boy, no, he was a grown-up now with his own family - Mahesh! Perhaps the closest of all those nephews. The scenes of Mahesh excitedly sharing with him the story of their victory in a Cricket friendly, Mahesh coming down to the baitakkhana to touch his feet before going off to PNB on the first day of his banking career, him becoming a proud papa on the birth of his first child - all these scenes flashed through his mind as he looked up at his son again.

" Don't you worry, Baba." Adarsh who had taken his father's great humiliation to heart, exclaimed with a lot of passion, " We'll find a way of paying them back for this."

Jash broke into a smile, despite the utter pain and emptiness in her heart at that time, he could still crack a joke with his sons like he was fond of doing.

"So, what is the verdict on Jash Bhattacharyya? Does he stay in or go out?" He asked them teasingly as all five, including Anjali, smiled through one of the most traumatic periods of Jash's family.
Only Time ould say if the proposal to have Jash Bhattacharyya removed from Deblane 14, was going to sour relations among the extended families of late pundit Chandidas in the years ahead.

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On a golden afternoon Mr. Braja Kishore Mandal, the proprietor of Biswabani Prakashani, a reputed publisher with his publication house in College Street in Central Calcutta, called on Jash. He had heard of Chandidas Bhattacharyya's lifelong endeavours for translating the greatest epic of all times, The Mahabharata, and he was interested in reprinting the new versions of the works of the great pundit. He had already done a market research and found out that some big names of the "Who's Who" of the celebrities of Bengal, were keen to have a copy or copies of the book. Brajo Kishore wanted to know if Jash would be interested in having the books written by his late father, reprinted.

Jash, as straight as always, informed Brajo Kishore that the idea of reprinting his late father's book sounded good. But he needed to consult his brother or the surviving members of his late brothers' families. Brajo Kishore then scheduled a date for meeting the heirs of Chandidas Bhattacharyya in connection with the republication of his translatory works of the great epic. After long, Deblane 14 came alive with the news of the republication.

Consequently, Braja Kishore paid a visit to the historic house on a glinting evening. Jash, his brother, Naresh, Sushil on behalf of late Shish Bhattacharyya, the inseparable pair, Mahesh and Dwijen, were all present during the meeting in the baitakkhana. An agreement was signed amongst the surviving heirs of Chandidas and the first canto of the epic translatory works of Chandidas was decided to be brought out in the first week of August. Due to unforeseen circumstances, the scheduled launch got delayed and the first canto came to be launched in September, coinciding with The Durga Puja.

A few weeks before The Puja, Braja Kishore, who had already grown very fond of this former Principal, came to meet him at Deblane 14, with his family that included his wife and daughter. The next day he rang up Jash to inform him that they were going ahead with the rescheduled date of the launch of the first canto and would Josh Babu believe it that the first two subscribers were none other than two stalwarts of Bengal, Ms.Aparna Sen, a film diva and Mr. Satyajit Roy, whose first movie "Pather Panchami" was creating ripples around the world, having just won the Golden Lotus for The Best Film at the recently concluded Cannes Film Festival?

When Biswabani paid the first instalment of the royalties to all four direct heirs or the survivors of late Chandidas Bhattacharyya, there were scenes of absolute rejoicings and jubilation at Deblane 14. Sweets were distributed and people hugged each other as if the house had won a great victory.

Good times, unfortunately, do not last for long. It was not long before Jash Bhattacharyya was to be faced with what must rank as the greatest low of his life.

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