Volume 35, Issue 6, March 2008 - Posoowa
Volume 35, Issue 6, March 2008 - Posoowa
Volume 35, Issue 6, March 2008 - Posoowa
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In some respects, I struggled all my life to<br />
accept his two sons and I still do, particularly<br />
with the oldest one, as my nephews rather<br />
than my younger brothers. My casual<br />
relationship with them reflects that<br />
ambiguity. It created internal conflicts<br />
within me too. When my brother brought<br />
home bars of Cadbury chocolate apparently<br />
for his young son Raju, I would be the first<br />
one to hurriedly step out of my room and<br />
receive him at the door, and grab my share<br />
of the bars as he was emptying his pockets<br />
on the table. I was in my mid-twenties then<br />
and was working. But, I was staying with<br />
him. Staying separately was out of the<br />
question.<br />
I had seen my brother work hard both in<br />
literary and ‘thikadari’ fields. He revived my<br />
father’s faltering brick-manufacturing<br />
business and successfully expanded it into<br />
other areas to pay for the educational and<br />
other expenses of the large family. He<br />
splurged on buying books. It felt like the<br />
lone bookstore Silk House in Dhubri<br />
survived on the liberal patronage of my<br />
brother. My brother liked eating good food,<br />
preferably, cooked at home. He liked the<br />
English translation of his stories by my wife.<br />
He liked her simple style and formulation<br />
of the essentials.<br />
But, he needed a change of pace, in content<br />
and style. Literature was the right choice for<br />
him. Assamese, the language of the masses,<br />
was his preferred choice of medium to<br />
‘converse’ with real people like the<br />
extremely lovable Ketu, Rajani, and many<br />
others such as my grandfather who was from<br />
Chenga.<br />
He couldn’t express enough of his<br />
indebtedness to both fellow litterateurs<br />
Homen Borgohain and Chandra Prasad<br />
Saikia for helping him out in many ways<br />
during his literary career. He was all praise<br />
for Monju Baruah, the owner and operator<br />
of Wild Grass Hotel at Kaziranga, at whose<br />
invitation he spent some days at the resort<br />
hotel with his family and grandchildren. In<br />
a quiet sitting in his house with my wife, he<br />
spoke of Baruah’s love of literature and the<br />
environment.<br />
He was good in English and math. He wrote<br />
an article or two in English back in 1954 in<br />
the Assam Tribune when he was working<br />
there as a sub-editor of the newspaper. One<br />
of the articles was titled ‘On Smartness and<br />
Intelligence’ written with the backdrop of a<br />
tea garden mechanic who found himself lost<br />
in Calcutta for training on a piece of<br />
machinery. He regarded the English<br />
language as a very powerful useful tool, tool<br />
only, for exploration of new territories and<br />
amassing knowledge. But, there the<br />
usefulness ends.<br />
He was good with mathematics. He taught<br />
superbly ‘transmission lines’ to the electrical<br />
engineering students at the Assam<br />
Engineering College. He taught<br />
mathematics (Analysis) at the Gauhati<br />
University. He maintained with the owners<br />
of the said newspaper a close and enduring<br />
relationship.<br />
Well done, my dear ‘Dada’! You taught me<br />
mathematics when I was floundering, and<br />
you always told me to write very simple but<br />
correct English sentences instead of writing<br />
sloppy, long and incorrect sentences. I never<br />
had trouble with math since you started<br />
teaching it to me. But, I’ll keep on trying to<br />
improve my English. My regret is that I<br />
couldn’t show you that I could write in<br />
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Assamese too. How could I divorce myself<br />
from the beautiful heritage of my<br />
grandfather?<br />
The people of Assam in general, and<br />
Gauripur in particular, will remember you<br />
forever as a decent, responsible and sensitive<br />
human being. The scholarships you have set<br />
up at ‘your school’ in the name of our parents<br />
and Niru Vinihi are in good and capable<br />
hands. Goodbye!<br />
Kalyan Dutta-Choudhury<br />
Berkeley, California