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Friday, May 12, 2017

Utpal Kumar Panda



Murder  in the  neigbourhood  and Arun’s  dilemma


Understanding  moral  wisdom  of a village  school master by his  son  after  40  years.


Arun Sarkar, an  engineering  graduate  from  a  top  institute  of  Kolkata, now  is  a General Manager in a  Company  located  at Haridwar(Uttarakhand). Arun is a very  hard working  and sincere  professional and has rose to his position very fast  and is currently  next to CEO of the company and enjoys strong  faith and confidence of  his CEO. The manufacturing block headed by Arun works  in three  shifts  round  the  clock. Apart from   workmen  &  supervisors,  some  senior  executives  are  also  deployed   in  each  shift  to  have   effective  control  on  the operations  of  the  block.
It was an extremely  cold  winter  weekend  night  of  Haridwar, around  11  PM  at  night  when  Arun  was  about  to  go  to  bed,  his  mobile  phone  received  a  call. It was   from  a  senior  shift incharge, Shrivastav.
He   was literally agitated and  gasping when he said “ Sir, I am  extremely sorry  to  bother you  at this  odd  hour. But I need  your  urgent  help. I don’t  know  how  to  put  it  to you. Sir, I find  myself  trapped  by  someone. Sir, I will explain to you but  I am running out  of  time. Would  it  be possible  for you to  reach the factory  gate as fast as possible.” Realizing  something  has gone  terribly  wrong, Arun said “  Don’t worry,I will be there  within  minutes”  He immediately  called   his  driver  to  get the car fast  and turned  towards already tensed  wife and said in a very controlled voice  “ Just relax !  I need   to rush to the factory  gate  for some  urgent assignment” saying  that  he  ran   towards  the  exit door.
Shrivastav   was  one  of  Arun’s  trusted  lieutenant  in  that  manufacturing  block  and has directly  worked  under  supervision of  Arun   for  around  20  years or  so.  Arun reached   the  factory  gate    and  took  the  charge  of  the  situation  immediately. After  talking  to  Shrivastav  and  the security  staff posted  at  the  gate , Arun  quickly  realized   that  Shrivastav  has  been  trapped  by  some  unscrupulous  element  of  the shop  floor  who  had  tried  to  settle  an  issue  which  probably  he  could  not  do  otherwise  in  revenge  of  some  unknown  grievance.
Arun  took  Shrivastav  into  confidence  and  asked  him  in a low voice “ Do you  suspect  anybody  for this  mischief ?” Shrivastav  told  “ Sir, right  now  I am unable to exactly  pinpoint. But  whoever  has done  it, he  has done it  very  smartly. When  the security staff  had  their  routine  check, to  my   utter  surprise,  they  have  found  this   piece  of  precious  metal  lying  in  the  luggage  space  of   my  Maruti 800  Car which  can  be opened  with  the help  of  even a plastic  scale by  any wrongdoer .
 Before  Shrivastav   could  visualize  the  gravity  of  the   situation  ,  the  security  staff  threatened  to  report  the  matter  to  CEO   immediately  which  he     managed  to  delay  for  few  minutes  and in  the  meantime  rang  up  Arun  for  his  immediate   intervention  before  any  substantial  damage  is  done  by  reporting  of  the   incident  to  the  CEO.  Arun   checked  with   to  the  security  staff  and  got confirmed   that  there  was  indeed  an  unanimous   tip off   received   by  the  security  staff    just  before  Arun’s  Car  arrived  at  the  factory  gate,  warning  the  security  staff   for  possible  theft   of  some  valuable  item  by  an approaching  Maruti  car.
 Arun  took  very  little  time  to  assess  the  situation   as  he  knew  Shrivastav  very  well.  To  him, Shrivastav’s  integrity  was  beyond  doubt.  He  applied  his  mind   to the fullest  possible  and  concluded  that  there was  no  point  in  reporting  that  matter  to  the  CEO   at  that  point  of  time  and  initiate  vigilance  proceedings  against   an  honest   officer   like  Shrivasatav  . So  he  exercised  his  positional  influence  on  the  security  staff  and  hushed   up the  case  under  the  carpet  to  prevent  any  damage  to  the  image  and  career  of  Shrivastav.
While  Shrivastav   left  relieved   by  the  intervention  of  his  boss, Arun  returned  home  for  immediate  relief  of   his  anxious  wife  there,  little  unsure   about   his  actions   at  the  factory  gate   on  that  fateful  night. 
Before  going  to  bed  very  late  at  that  night, an  incident  of  Arun’s   childhood  flashed  across   his  mind  which  bothered  him  for  another  hour  or  so  before  he  could  actually  fall  asleep. 
The  incident  took  him  almost  40  years  back  when  he  was   studying   in  Vth  standard. 
His  father   was  a village   school  teacher  and  was  a respected   person  in  their  village.  On  a  rainy  season  evening,  his  father  was   tutoring  Arun   and  his  brother,  when  Puja, a tiny  girl  of  a  neighbor  came  running  to  Arun’s  house  and  cried  out    to  Arun’s  father   “ Uncle !  please come  quickly  to  our  home . My   mother is terribly  ill. We don’t know what has happened to her.  Neither  she  is  talking   nor  she  is  able  to  move  her  limbs.” Arun’s  father  alongwith  Arun and  his  brother   took  no  time  to  reach   Puja’s  house.   What  they  found  was  no  less  than  a  heart  breaking  story. Puja’s  father   Santosh  and  his  elder  brother   Naresh   had  a  big  fight  on  that  fateful  evening   over  sharing   of  caught  fishes  from  a  pond   which  was  jointly  shared   by  Santosh  and  Naresh, though  they  were  living  separately.
Santosh  was  a  very  poor  farmer  without  having  any  farm  land  to  cultivate  on  his  own  and  was  passing  through  a  hand-to-mouth  existence  for  quite  long  and  a  very  big  family  to  support.  Moreover, Santosh’s   wife  was  suffering  from  a  chronic  disease.  Whereas,  Naresh  was   a  very  rich man  with  his  own  business  as  well as  enough  farmlands  of  their  own.  While  Santosh  and  Naresh  were   engaged  in    heated  arguments   for  a  pretty  issue  like  sharing  of  small  amount  of  fish, the  matter  worsened  further  when  their  wives  too  joined  in  the   fight.   And  during  some  extremely  hot  discussion,   Naresh’s  wife Vibha, a  strongly  built  women, caught  hold  of the  Puja’s  mother   Arati  by  her  neck,  by  her  forceful  hand    and  started   tightening  her  grip.  Arati  cried  out  in  instant  pain  and tried  to  get  her   free  from   Vibha’s  tightening  grip.  Santosh  reacted  very  fast and  reached  to  both of  them  and  tried  to  loosen  Vibha’s  grip   and  pull Arati  away. 
Perhaps  it  was  too  late,  as  Arati’s  thin  and  frail  body  lay  breathless  and  motion less  on  the  ground. 
Arun, his  father  and  brother  probably  reached  at  the  spot   after  few  minutes  of the  incident.  Everyone  present  there  were  speechless  and   unable  to  grasp  the  incident  with  their  logical  mind.  Puja  and  her   brothers  started  crying  inconsolably  over  their  mother’s  body. Arati  had  a  very  special  affection  for  Arun  as  Arati ‘s  eldest  son,  Nitish  and  Arun   were  born  in the   same  year  and  were  studying  in the  same  school.  Arun  could  hardly  control  his  tears and  absolutely  had  no  words  to  console  his  friend  Nitish.
The  dark  evening  appeared  to  be  longer  and  longer.

Arun observed   his  father  to  swing  into  action  and  take  the  charge  of  the  situation  immediately. He  called  upon  all  the  immediate  neighbors  for  a  closed  door  meeting  where  no  kids  were  allowed.  Next  day, early  in  the  morning,  the  dead  body  of  Arati  was  quickly  put  into  flames  without  informing  police.  Later  Arun  came to  know  that  his  father  was  instrumental  in  arriving  into  an  agreement  wherein  Naresh  agreed  to  transfer  five  acres  of  his  fertile  farmland   against  Santosh’s  name as  a compromise  for  not  reporting  the  incident  to  police  and  thereby  saving  both  the  families  from  judicial  proceedings  and  possible  ruin.
Even today   Puja’s  crying  voice  haunts   Arun when Aarati’s  body  was just  being  put  into flames “  Ma , please   don’t  leave  us  alone. Ma , please tell me  which  golden world  you  are destined  to ?”  Arun     was  quite  unsure  about  his  father’s  action  about  forty  years  back  as  he  is  now  about  his  own  action  at  the  factory  gate  few  hours  back.


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Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Chandrani Biswas (Class IX)

MADHUBANI ART









আজাহারুল ইসলাম

বিদ্রোহী প্রেমের কবিতা



সপ্ত আকাশ পার করে নিয়ে যাব প্রিয়তমা,ভয় নেই,

মহাবিশ্ব যেখানে ধর্মহীন,ঠিক সেইখানে

আজ তোমার,আমার প্রেম সংবিধানের প্রধান হতে চাই,

 এই স্বার্থলোভী  পিশাচেরা

সকল ভিন্নধর্মী প্রেমিক-প্রেমিকাদের দিয়ে সংগঠন তৈরি করব আমি,

বন্ধ করব আমি, ভিন্নধর্মী মৌলবাদ

যে দিন মন্দির, মসজিদের দিকে তাকিয়ে হাসবে মুচকির হাসি,

সেদিন ঝলসে যাবে সব টিকির গিঁঠ, দাড়ির ঝোপ

এরা নাকি বলে,লাল রক্ত মিশতে পারেনা জ্যোৎস্না রাতের ফুল -শয্যায়

এসব দাবি যদি না মানে তাহলে,দাবি করব অন্য পৃথিবীর,

চলে যাব আমরা,মিশাব রক্ত,খুন নয়,যুদ্ধ নয়

শুধু চুম্বন

তবে সত্যকে গোলাপ দেওয়ার সময় চলে এসছে, প্রস্তুত  হও

 চিত্র ঋণ ঃ Albena Vatcheva






Monday, April 17, 2017

Debrupa Chakraborty (Class VI)


Painting By:Ms. Debrupa Chakraborty
Class: VI

Chandrani Biswas (Class IX)


Painting By: Ms. Chandrani Biswas
Class:IX

Bedatrayee Roy (Class X)

The Mysterious Affair in Eton

15th February was yet another day in the lives of the people living the small town of Eton. Everything was just as normal as ever, from the early-morning-hue-and-cry that arose from the roosters’ coop to the people scurrying to reach their destinations in order to keep up with their busy schedules. It is a peaceful place—Eton. Cut off from the rest of the world which has become more or less like a concrete cauldron.
To think that something so gruesome and horrifying would happen within a few hours in this unwary and unsuspecting place…
***
Rosewood Street is one of the most prosperous places in Eton, and famous because apparently most of the richest people in the world decided to live the rest of their lives in solitude, away from the regular hustle-bustle and thus they ended up making grand mansions in Rosewood Street. The richest and the grandest mansion there would easily be that of General Barton. With 25 rooms, 5 storeys and 5600 dollars’ worth of furnishing and decoration, the house is the richest and probably the emptiest one in Rosewood Street with the residing members being the General himself, his daughter Jane, his young wife Natasha, a butler named Nestor and Herbert—the manservant.It was one of those houses that did not really get any visitors.
 But on the morning of 15th February, a car parked itself outside the gates of the mansion and a man of about 30, dressed in a casual outfit, got out. He went through the gates and knocked the door three times and was soon welcomed in by the butler. Almost after 20 minutes he left the building, got in his car and drove off.
And then it was heard, 10 minutes later. The clear and sharp sound of a gunshot, piercing through the uncanny silence of The Rosewood Street of Eton.
***
“Eton?” clearly I had never heard of that place and from what Inspector Rudd’s face told me, he hadn’t either.
“Yeah, that’s what I heard. Must be somewhere in the world.”
“Who’s the victim?”
“Some girl named Jane. Quite young, really. The daughter of some retired General Barton. Shot herself with a gun sometime around 12 noon, from what it seems.” replied the Inspector.
I am Daniel, Investigator 2nd class.
I just happened to be with my buddy—Inspector Stephan Rudd, when the call came and made us aware of the grim fate of Miss Jane who had lived in Eton, wherever that place is.
“So, what do you have to do?” I asked.
“I will have to go to that god forbidden place and find out why did that girl decided to shoot herself one fine morning.” Stephan replied gloomily.
“Can I come too?” maybe I asked that a bit too soon. It was his project after all and I was no oneto meddle in his business. But Stephan knew very well that I can’t stay put, especially when such a situation had arisen.
“Sure why not? Besides I can really do with a companion!” he grinned.
And that was precisely how I ended up in Eton to solve something way more complicated than I thought it to be at that time…
***
“Whoa!” Yep that was the first thing that came to my mind when I entered the mansion General Barton and his family called ‘Home’. Eton had turned out to be a pleasant place and Rosewood Street was one of a kind, but it was hard to believe someone would kill themselves off here…
After the pleasantries were passed, we were finally shown into the room of Jane Barton. And there lay the body of a young girl with a gun in her hand, and who looked quite innocent and naïve to have killed herself. Something was not right here…
“She was just 19. My dear Jane…” Barton began and then his voice trailed off.
General Paul Barton was an old man of 60, who must have been tough in his years but had grown weaker and frail with age.
“Do you have any idea why she would want to kill herself, Sir?”Stephan asked.
“I don’t know. She was a merry and charming child, always happy and content. And I loved her so much. Why would she do such a thing…? Oh God this is hard…” he was clearly breaking up.
I was examining the wound on her body and just got more clear and certain of the thing that was bothering me.
“She didn’t need to have a reason to kill herself.
Because she did not. Jane Barton was murdered.” I announced.
***
The Inspector was the first one to speak. “How can you be so sure Daniel?”
I had my reasons. I began “Because (1) I am experienced enough to tell from the wound that it was made by a blade or something, not a gun and (2) Jane Barton was stabbed with such force that she could not have done it herself and then (3) If she had shot herself, her clothes would have singed from the bullet being fired from a close range, but they are not. It is clearly a murder” I finished.

“Oh Lord!” Lady Barton exclaimed and fell to the floor. “Who would want to kill my sweet daughter?!” she cried hysterically before finally fainting.
The General himself seemed quite dazed.So was everyone else. “But we clearly heard a shot…” Nestor the butler started.
“We will have to look into this matter gravely.” Inspector Rudd concluded.
***
“That escalated quickly! How can you tell so easily that it was not a suicide?”Stephan exclaimed.
“I just told you. I observe things” I replied. And that was quite true.
We were in the living room where we just had finished questioning all the members of the house. Everyone had a perfect alibi, with General Barton being in the music room, at the end of the hall, playing a piece of Mozart, which was vouched for by Lady Barton since she was with him. The butler was washing the dishes and the manservant was dusting up the hall. We had everyone’s word for it. Anyway Jane Barton was in her room as usual when the shot was heard at 12 noon and then everyone had rushed to her room to discover her body.
“This doesn’t make any sense” Stephan was visibly frustrated. “All of them swear that they heard a shot and then there was a gun in her hand, but you keep on insisting she was stabbed!?”
“I know how you feel, but the wound on her body is unmistakably that of a dagger or something”
“Even if someone did stab her, and it could only be someone from this house, why make it look like a suicide?”
“That is what we have to find out Stephan.” was all I could say.
***
“So, you are telling me there was nothing bizarre that happened all throughout the morning… except the fact that Miss Jane’s uncle had come to visit her with a present from Amsterdam.” We were now questioning everybody on what had happened all throughout the morning till 12 noon.
“Yeah, exactly” the butler who was the last one to get interrogated replied.
“Did her uncle used to visit her often?” I asked.
“Well, yeah. He is always travelling around the world. And he used to bring back presents for Miss Jane.”
“Where is her uncle now?” Inspector Rudd asked.

“I am sorry I don’t know. But Lady Barton might be able to tell you.” he finished.
When we asked her she said, “Well, my brother you see is a restless guy. I’m not really up to date with all his travelling destinations and all that. He may or may not be in his house right now. He lives in the main town of Eton, just to let you know.”
“Great. So he is not here.” I thought.
When we decided at last that it was enough for one day, and finally reached the apartment we had rented, we saw a note fastened to the door with a dagger, waiting for us. I pulled it down and read it. This is what it said:-
If you really value your lives, then quit meddling in other’s affairs. Otherwise… let’s just say the next warning will not be so friendly. And it might be game over for you… ”
It was written in blood.
***
“We got a death threat and all you are interested in is that damn knife!?”
I was fondling the dagger that had fastened the note on our door.
“Well, I have never seen something like this… I bet it came from some antique shop. It seems to me to be like a collector’s most prized possession…” I presumed. “I am going for a walk.” I finally announced.
“A walk?! Where to?”
“I’ll tell you when I come back”
“Sure. That helps a lot.” grumbled the Inspector.
***
“I’ve got something important to tell you abou-” both me and Stephan literally ran into each other and stumbled back by the effect.
“Okay you go on first” I said reluctantly.
“You will not believe this! The man servant, Herbert was found dead a few minutes ago on the floor of his room!”the Inspector said breathlessly. “I got a call. We have to go there right now.”
“Sure lets go.” I was quite surprised by the turn of events. Who knew what laid in store for us?
***
“So, basically he was poisoned?” I asked.
“Yep. We found traces of cyanide in the glass from which he had his last drink of water.” Stephan confirmed.
“I wonder…” turning to the General I asked, “Can I go and look into Miss Jane’s room?”
“Sure, you have every right to do so.” he replied.
I went into her room and started looking around, even though I wasn’t sure what I was searching for. Anything that is out of place, anything that is not supposed to be here… And then I found it. Laying behind one of the legs of the bed was a piece of stretched rubber.
***
“What is that guy Daniel up to?” was precisely what was in the minds all of those who had assembled in the living room, which included the General, his wife Natasha, the butler, Inspector Rudd and a few other policemen who had tagged along.
And then came in Daniel. He looked around and started speaking:-
“Well you all must be wondering what’s going on, so allow me to inform you all that I think I have managed to work things out.” There was a short silence followed by an outburst of mumbling among the audience.
“Let me confess though, that I still don’t know who was behind this all, but I think we all will know by the time I am done taking. So… here it goes:-
On the morning of 15th February at 11:30 a.m. a gentleman arrives here, who calls himself the uncle of Jane Barton, in order to give her a present and was shown in by Nestor. Then he leaves the house at 11:45 and drives off to who knows where. And then at 12 noon everyone in this house hears a shot and rushes to Miss Jane’s room to find her dead.”
“I discovered after observing her body carefully, that she was murdered. Even though I figured out that it was something sharp, I still could not point out what the murder weapon exactly was. Then after the day’s work when I and Inspector Rudd reached our apartment, we found a death threat at our door fastened by a dagger. It turns out that that dagger was exactly what had killed Jane Barton.”
“What!?” exclaimed Inspector Rudd.
“Yes. That evening I went out for a walk to tour all the antique shops over the place and sure enough my speculation was correct. That repulsive weapon was brought from one of the shops and was paid for by someone from this house.”
“That must have made the murderer desperate and thus they sent someone to do me in. That someone turned out to be Herbert, the manservant, but I won over him and when threatened by me, he blurted out that he was innocent and was acting on someone else bidding though he refused to reveal that person’s name (a hard nut he was).”
“Imagine my disbelief when I heard Herbert was killed by poison a few minutes after our encounter!”
“I would now like to call someone to join us in the party. Will you please come in Mr Coulson?”
All heads turned to see the man who had just entered—well-built, around 30, with a thick beard and moustache.
“This man here is Miss Jane’s uncle.Now watch closely everyone.”
He went up to that man and swiftly pulled out his beard and moustache. The room was filled with stunned gasps because the person staring at them was none other Herbert!
“No, this person is not Herbert but his twin brother Henry.”
What happened next was total chaos. Suddenly Lady Barton sprang up from where she was sitting and ran at full speed towards the door. But the Inspector and the policemen reacted quickly and caught her as she struggled like a wild cat.
“Please allow me to finish Lady Barton.
On 15th February Henry, who is no way related to this family, visited Miss Jane at 11:30 and stabbed that poor girl and made it look like suicide. He left the house at 11:45 content with his work. The shot that was heard at 12 noon again was this man’s craftsmanship. He set up a huge rubber balloon that would burst exactly at 12 thus making it sound like a gun shot.”
Now Daniel turned towards General Barton.
“General, you never said that Lady Barton was your second wife and thus a step mother to Miss Jane?” Daniel smiled at him.
There was a dead silence.
“Yes it was me!” Natasha burst out screaming, “I am the one who set this all up! I wiped that little mouse of a girl off my path and got Henry to do it! And this guy is not related to me in the least! I don’t even have a brother; I fed that piece of information in all of your dumb heads! I was the one who sent that death threat and also Herbert after you to finish you off! I am the one who poisoned that coward of a person!” she pointed at General Barton and began, “All because this fool here would give away all his wealth and property to that little runt of his I had to call my daughter!”
The General grew pale and looked a 10 years older. “Natasha… Natasha…” he was mumbling as he shook his head. “Why Natasha…why…”
“I think our job is done here Stephan. Let’s go.” I said to him.
“Yeah sure. The police will take care of Lady Barton and Henry. They will face justice.” Stephan sounded as he was trying to console the old General.
Once we were on our way out of Eton and back to home, Stephan couldn’t hold himself any longer. “How did you… know?” he managed to blurt out.
“I just stumbled towards the answer that’s all” I answered with a shrug.

***

Brishti Ganguly (Class X)

CELLPHONES!!!



Are you an alien or a magic?

Often you save us from the tragic,

Great he must be, invented you,

Smart he must be, uses you,

Simple, smart, long or short whichever type you are,

Message you deliver without fail,

Very helpful you are,

To remind the special point of time and wake up early in the bright, 

Found all my dear long lost friends by camera, gallery in the sight,

Add, subtract and divide,

All math functions you can do,

Mistakes I made in my sums,

Help you render, I need you,

Some special days you remind as planner I will need,

And all favourite games I will play,

But exceed in my greed,

You have the music, I will rock,

You have the skype I will talk,

You have the recorder you can mock,

And if I lose you, I am in dock,

But I remember good old days,
Memories I cherish of the past,

Letters of grandma long and nice,

Oh! Cellphone you stole at last.

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