Short Autobiography of T K B Sen

My name is 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐧 (𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐓. 𝐊. 𝐁 𝐒𝐞𝐧). I was born on 18 June, 1962 in Calcutta, India, where I lived until the time I went to school for class-V in another state, Maharashtra.

I’m the tenth child and the youngest child of ten siblings in the family of my parents. 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐫. 𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐧 was working in 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜-𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟐𝟔-𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟏, 𝟏𝟗𝟑𝟖 and he returned to Bengal, British India.

My grandfather 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐧 with his two sons’ families came to Calcutta from municipality of 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐡, 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟓 before 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐬.
𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐧 was a homemaker. My father was 52 when I was born, so he always assumed he would never live to grow me as my three my brothers who didn’t have any plan for my future.

For that reason, h𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐞-𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫.

I went to the 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐫 and the 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚, where I completed my middle classes and high school education respectively in English medium.
Then, I went to Intermediate Colleges in Rudrapur and Bareiily in Uttar Pradesh to pass class XII. After, I did my under graduate degrees, postgraduate degree and professional degree.

Growing up around girls and boys in refugee camp was not easy, considering the fact that I am a disabled. With all the rough behaviors of the boys and girls in the camps, there was a lot of competition and rivalry.

I had to be tough as my colleagues in childhood or I would have been toppled by their naturally aggressive nature. Not that we were dysfunctional colleagues, it was just normal colleagues’ rivalry and it turned to be of benefit to me.

Since I was the youngest and a disabled, I was bound to be at the bottom of the totem pole in everything. So, I had to be equally tough to fight for whatever was rightfully mine. As a result, I turned out to be an angry young man and also built a reputation as a no-nonsense boy.

Furthermore, I had older colleagues, 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐬, 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐢𝐥 𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐲 to protect me in case of a dispute.

I believe I adopted both my parents’ brilliant brains, because I was always the best students academically.

However, my abilities were not limited to the classroom alone. I also excelled in social activities. In high school, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐚 𝐏𝐮𝐣𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐢 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩, 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟓 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟔 .

While I was forging a name for myself in the academic and social activities, my sports life was in a really bad state, my disabilities were making it hard for me to coexist well with my colleagues.

The colleagues were scared of my disability persona, while the they felt intimidated by my confidence and competitive nature.

However, something happened in my life that sent me reeling back to the foundations of my masculinity. It happened during my intermediate classes. During intermediate classes, love was in the air.
Young men were gathering courage to approach girls they liked, while girls were torn apart whether to accept or reject their proposals. As a result, I decided to embrace my masculine side. I got rid of all my old clothes, started wearing new dresses and new haircut.

So, I began my college studies with a new form of rejuvenation in life. I decided to pursue my college education in my hometown, because of the poverty that I had been associated with tuition.
I understood the challenges and opportunities it would expose me to and I love challenges.

There so many both boys’ and girls’ students studied academic under my expert tuition. I got enough money from tuition to maintain my parents’ living expenses and my academic expenses.

My social activities between my schooling to getting jobs, When I was living at Birsi Camp near Gondia which was a refugee camp, I helped 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐢, 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐞 who lived in the camp to complain against the 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝟑𝟕𝟔 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟑𝟏𝟑 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟏𝟎𝟗 𝐈.𝐏.𝐂. 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞.

𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞 for this matter, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐫, 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐭, 𝐔𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐢 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩, 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚, 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬-𝐗 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟕. I was sent back to Gondia by the refugees of 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦.

𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚, 𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝟑𝟎 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦.

After Board exam, I returned to Hastinapur, I met the GM, Madan Industries, Hastinapur, he unfitted me for the labor job but asked me to join the clerical job as Time Keeper. I responded to him about my eligibility for the job. After seeing my date of birth, he said, “𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.”

After that incident, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩, 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐫, 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥. 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞- 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩, 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨.

Hence, I made here 𝗨𝗷𝘄𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝗶𝗻 𝟭𝟵𝟳𝟳 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩, 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤.

After it, the Students Union, Transit camp, Rudrapur was established from 1979 to 1983, I was won the posts of Secretary and President continuously by voting of the camp’s students.

𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟰 𝒕𝒐 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟳, 𝗡𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗮 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗮 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗡𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗮 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗡𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗮; 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗡𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲; (𝟮𝟴 𝗢𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟴𝟲𝟳 – 𝟭𝟯 𝗢𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟵𝟭𝟭) 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗦𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘀-𝗜𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿, 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝘄𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗩𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮. 𝐃𝐫. 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐡 𝐊𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗘𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗲.

The most popular leaders of Bengali refugees in Uttar Pradesh like 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔’ 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒈𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝑮𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒉𝒊 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒊 𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒏 𝑲𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝑩𝒊𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒔, 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒊 𝑽𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒊𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒔, 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒊 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝑷𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒚, 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒊 𝑨𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒚𝒂 𝑱𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒓, 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒊 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒉𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 Shankar Chakrabartty 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗴𝗲𝗲𝘀 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝗗𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗽𝘂𝗿, 𝗡𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗶𝐬’ 𝐜𝘂𝗹𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝐥𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐔𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐔.𝐏. 𝐘𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝗔𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲.

The Association wanted to takes part in 𝐋𝐨𝐤 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐚 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 our candidate, 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒊 𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒏 𝑲𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝑩𝒊𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒔 was the candidate from the Association and 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝟐,𝟐𝟓𝟖 (𝟎.𝟓%) 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟓 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐬.

I not only lost my confidence in Bengali refugees’ unity after 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐬’ defeat in the Lok Sabha polls, 1984 from Nainital Seat but also 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫,𝟏𝟎, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒.

After these incidents and five years of my graduation, I got job in Ordnance Equipment Factory Headquarters Kanpur in 1987. I then worked in Central Board of Excise and Customs with the joining in Moradabad, for three years.

My Friend Shankar Chakrabartty helped me to crack the competitions for getting the above jobs, when he was working in the State Bank of India Pilibhit.

After getting the job in 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢 𝐔𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 Shipra Adhikary, Shely Sanàti, Utpal Sen 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕. 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐡𝐢 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟕.

𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐨- 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝟏𝟔 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤 – 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬.

𝐖𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐱𝐢 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝. After the tragic incident, I wandered my mother in the hospital but I didn’t find her.
At last, I asked our children about her, they replied that she could not ride on the taxi hurriedly and would be at Connaught Place.

𝐒𝐨, 𝐈 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐅.𝐈.𝐑 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟐𝟎 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐔𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

The cops came back in the hotel and took us to the mortuary at 10 hours on December 17, 1987 to take up my brother body.

They advised his funeral would be done on the same day in New Delhi. I did accordingly, because no phone connection was in our house in Calcutta in those days.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧-𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐤𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, “𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.” 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧-𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞, “𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮?” 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧-𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐝.

I got married with Ila Choudhary in Varanasi after three years of this tragic event. My friends Shankar Chakrabartty, Late Amar Dey (Kallu Dey), Late Gobind Mondal and elderly Adhir Mondal were witnessed of the event.

I moved to Varanasi with my mother and wife after I secured a deputation job with the 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮 for three years. where I gave daily workout routines and healthy activities to my department. Therefore, moving from station Moradabad did not interfere with my line of work. At the time, I had purchased a house while I lost my mother on October 24, 1991 during my deputation in NCB.

I came back to my parent cadre on promotion in December, 1991 from NCB and was posted at Varanasi.

My biggest break came when I was deputed in 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐟𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. The pay was good, I travelled around India and each day was exciting in its own unique way and offered new opportunities. Unfortunately, the job was too demanding and more times than not I was away from my wife and children, a twin son and daughter. I quite in 2008, after two years with the recruitment giant.
𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝟐𝟏 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝟑𝟑 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟑 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐂 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐀, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐁𝐄𝐂 (𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐁𝐈𝐂) 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐆𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟑𝟏, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎.

I had not quite decided what I wanted to do with my life after my retirement, so I worked as Managing Director for my family firm of journalism and software development; 𝐒𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐏𝐯𝐭 𝐋𝐭𝐝 and as Managing Editor of the company’s online newspaper – THE SEN TIMES.

I hope running this business will help me achieve a better work life- balance and create a legacy for my family. It marked the last job of my professional career.

I also decided to be a fulltime papa to my lovely children, Manish and Manisha. 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐛𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐡𝐃 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫.

To put my writing abilities into use, I became a permanent freelancer for various blogs and websites. I have always thought of writing autobiography and I believe this is the right time.
The children spend all the day at their activities of duty and studies, I have all the day by myself with my wife.

I have not decided which way to go with the autobiography, however I’m thinking in the lines of my fighting for the right of disabled persons and refugees, the challenges of honesty, openness, and truth in my career as well as my extrovert personality made me ideal for the girls in my youth life.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚, 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒚.

𝑴𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚.