VERY UNCOMMON DESIRE OF MINE
Tuesday, October 13, 2009 10:57:06 AM
In the very beginning of my life I was very very emotional sort. I did not have friends at all. My sister was my only friend. The place of my area was such an area where my mother used to put me caged in a room that she was scared I would be bitten or eaten by jackals. Though now the area is a city area but the time was around 1970 or so. My area was trodden by few jackals. And this area usually flooded by two to three hours rain. The place is within the eastern part of Dhaka. At that time the place was not resided by too many outsiders. So we could play without much interruption.
We had a big yard where my sister and me played. Our playing was like being Robin hood,being a thief and a police officer, and hide and seek type. I still think of the beautiful area and beautiful leaves and beautiful fragrance of the mellow grassy field of east-Dhaka. I still say, "BE AWAY ALL OUTSIDERS AND I WANT TO REGAIN MY MEMORIES."
I was admitted in an English medium school at that time near cosmopolitan area. I was in that school until std-five. After that I was taken back to my area and admitted to a Bengali medium school.
As I did not have any friend I always depended upon my sister to play outside. We together made rafts to float in the swamp. But my mother rebuked us on going there. But we did not listen to her. My father served in a government office. He was a good and honest man. He taught me how to pray.
My mother was also very much simple but she was weak and sick. My aunts loved me much because I was the first child in this family. This had a reason too. My two aunts decided not to marry because they liked serving rather than being a housewife. But my mother married and I was the first child. Though I had a brother who was died at age three months. He was fallen prey of a quack.That stupid doctor advised my mother not to feed my brother breast milk. He also advised that whenever the boy would cry my mother would give only FENERGAN. FENERGAN is a liquid anti-depressive and should only be advised to the patients who are hot headed and can't sleep.
My mother did the same. Whenever my brother cried my mother would give three or four drops of FENERGAN.My heart breaks whenever I think of that. And soon my brother died. Until my mother died I have seen her regret over that death. She said she was the killer of my brother. But I believe that doctor was the killer or a mad man who should have been kept in jails.
When I was fourteen, a desire started to sprout in me. I wanted to be rich. And I was so much passionate to be. I asked my father how I can be rich. My father would explained with usual fatherly advice, 'Study and once you will be rich.' But I was not satisfied with it. My view was not traveling as the crow flies.
My father was an architect and he did lots of designs of building and structures. I have seen him designing BTV building, Dhaka museum,and the Kamalapur railway mosque.He taught me how to draw with the help of a setsquare,T-scale or pointer. I saw him working in three offices to win our handsome breads.
At the age of fourteen I asked my father how could I earn my pocket cash myself because I do not like to depend on him. My father was not happy with this but he took me to the PATENT OFFICE. The Patent Office is a place where many people come to register their inventions and logos. He met me with Mr. Soleman. He was really a good man. I have never seen such a frank and true good man in my life. He was a yes man. He lived in Shayamoly, Dhaka. At that time The Patent Office was at Dilkhusha.Near Hotel Purbani.I knew how to draw and I can still draw a picture. For the first time I earned 10 Taka and was really happy to show it to my father. Now I earn 10 Laks taka but I am not that much happy. Now I believe happiness is a property that belongs to a true heart.
I regularly visited The Patent Office and Mostofa Saheb gave me drawing jobs like drawing logos, designing a Trade Mark, tracing some Brand items.
Later I went into Magic life and forgot my artist life. I joined a Magic Club that I have mentioned in my blog as MY MAGICAL LIFE. After one year and a half I left my magic life and joined the WRITING LIFE. I liked this life because it was the true and the perfect place where I still got the passion to belong. I wrote MY HARD WRITING LIFE in this blog concerning all my writing.
Later,in 1998,after the most devastating flood in Bangladesh, I started my teaching life. I joined ZENITH as a lecturer. I joined Corona I.T as a lecturer.I joined in Cambridge College as a Lecturer in English. In the same year I opened a teaching centre named THE WISTERIA ENGLISH CLUB. This club later named W.E.L.C and I started teaching SPOKEN ENGLISH, TOEFL, IELTS and EVERY SECTORS OF ENGLISH WRITING.
BOREDOM? OR WEAKNESS? that made me change my track so often? I don't know. I believe I still have many other shining carriers to hold. I can sing, I can dance, I can even act in a drama, I have a passion to be a film director. Now I have bought a handicam and I practice viewing through the viewfinder that how an object looks like inside, or how a movement of the camera or angel changes the mood of the viewers. These experiences may change my liking about my carrier later.
Could you please suggest me a path that I can lead myself to in future?