I walk the surest two ways to go to school. I am not alone, there are ten to twelve people. Eighty percent of the boys whose homes are in the countryside have to do similar learning. Therefore, in order to calculate what happens when the profit points are not exactly zero till the end, it will be sufficient to consider some of these things that the boys who have to go out in the morning at eight o'clock in the morning, four The way to Kos has to go, not four miles to eight miles, much more than that. On rainy days, instead of cloudy water on the head and mud under the feet, you have to go to school and go home by swimming in a sea of sunshine, let the unfortunate children be pleased by Mother-Saraswati, that they will see their sufferings Can't even think to show my face anywhere. Thereafter, this group of grateful boys grow up to sit in the village one day or go somewhere else to extinguish the fire of hunger, they will sharpen their light of the path of walking on four curses. Some have heard someone say, 'Well, those who have the fire of hunger may be left out, but those who do not have that fire, all the good men are told from the diary of the boy of which village. There is no need to know his real name, it is also prohibited. Keep the current name - Nyada (whose hair is bent). Leaving the village for happiness? There is no such plight of the village when they stay. ”Malaria does not bother. Let him stay, but in the fire of walking up to these four curses, there is no number of how many gentle people have left the village with children and gone to the city. After this one day the reading and writing of children and children also ends, then they are unable to return to the village after taking interest in the convenience of the city. But let it be all these pointless things. I go to school - two or three villages have to be crossed between two Kos. In whose garden mangoes have started ripening, in which forest, there are lots of gooseberries, whose trees are going to ripen jackfruit, whose nectar is going to kill the banana, whose bush in front of the house is changing the color of pineapple, Whose palm trees bordering the puddle are less likely to be caught than eaten by eating, it takes time to get all these news, but what is the real knowledge, what is the name of the capital of Kamasfatka and silver in the mine of Siberia You get gold or gold - you do not get any leisure to know all these essential facts. That is why, when asked 'what is Adin' during the examination, I would say 'Parsia's monkey' and when asked the name of Humayun's father, Tughlaq Khan - and today even after passing the chalice of forty, I see the perception in all those subjects Often it remains the same - thereafter on the day of the promotion, he would return home and hang up and sometimes think of fixing the master by tying the team, and sometimes think, it is okay to leave such a bad school. We used to meet with a boy from our village on the school route. His name was Mrityunjay. He was much bigger than me. Used to study in third class. When he first entered the third class, none of us knew this - it was probably a matter of exploration of archaeologists, but we had been seeing him in this third class for a long time. The history of reading in his fourth grade was also never heard, there was never any news of climbing from the second grade. Mrityunjaya's parents, brothers and sisters, were none other than a large mango orchard garden on one side of the village and a huge ruined house in the middle of it, and were the uncles of each other's house. The uncle's job was to discredit the nephew in so many ways, 'He drinks Ganja' and so on. Another of his work was to say, 'Half of this garden belongs to him, it is too late to interfere by draining.' By order But that thing will be behind. Mrityunjay cooked himself and ate a mango orchard in the mango crop, and his work would be carried out throughout the year, and would go on well. The day I met, I saw the same day, he is walking silently on the side of the path pressing various dirty books. Never saw him interacting with anyone on his own behalf - but he himself would speak on his behalf. His main reason was that there was no one like him in the village to buy food and drink from the shop. And not just boys! No matter how many times the fathers of their boys secretly send their boys and ask for money by calling them 'school fees have been lost, the book has been stolen', etc., it cannot be said. But the matter of accepting the loan remained far away, no matter what his son has said, no one wants to confess in the Bhadra-Samaj - this was the same news of death in the whole village. Did not meet Mrityunjay for a long time. One day he was heard, he is a Rakha Rakha. Then one day it was heard that an old goods of Malpada by treating him and his girl Vilasi had served to save the demise of the death of Yamraj. For a long time, I had used a lot of his sweets - I don't know what it was like, one day I went to see him hiding in the darkness of the evening - there is no problem of the walls in his house. Freedom with inner goods - a caste of Bengal that treats snake bites. Entered, the door of the house is open, a very bright lamp is burning, and in front of the table is washed up
I walk the surest two ways to go to school. I am not alone, there are ten to twelve people. Eighty percent of the boys whose homes are in the countryside have to do similar learning. Therefore, in order to calculate what happens when the profit points are not exactly zero till the end, it will be sufficient to consider some of these things that the boys who have to go out in the morning at eight o'clock in the morning, four The way to Kos has to go, not four miles to eight miles, much more than that. On rainy days, instead of cloudy water on the head and mud under the feet, you have to go to school and go home by swimming in a sea of sunshine, let the unfortunate children be pleased by Mother-Saraswati, that they will see their sufferings Can't even think to show my face anywhere. Thereafter, this group of grateful boys grow up to sit in the village one day or go somewhere else to extinguish the fire of hunger, they will sharpen their light of the path of walking on four curses. Some have heard someone say, 'Well, those who have the fire of hunger may be left out, but those who do not have that fire, all the good men are told from the diary of the boy of which village. There is no need to know his real name, it is also prohibited. Keep the current name - Nyada (whose hair is bent). Leaving the village for happiness? There is no such plight of the village when they stay. ”Malaria does not bother. Let him stay, but in the fire of walking up to these four curses, there is no number of how many gentle people have left the village with children and gone to the city. After this one day the reading and writing of children and children also ends, then they are unable to return to the village after taking interest in the convenience of the city. But let it be all these pointless things. I go to school - two or three villages have to be crossed between two Kos. In whose garden mangoes have started ripening, in which forest, there are lots of gooseberries, whose trees are going to ripen jackfruit, whose nectar is going to kill the banana, whose bush in front of the house is changing the color of pineapple, Whose palm trees bordering the puddle are less likely to be caught than eaten by eating, it takes time to get all these news, but what is the real knowledge, what is the name of the capital of Kamasfatka and silver in the mine of Siberia You get gold or gold - you do not get any leisure to know all these essential facts. That is why, when asked 'what is Adin' during the examination, I would say 'Parsia's monkey' and when asked the name of Humayun's father, Tughlaq Khan - and today even after passing the chalice of forty, I see the perception in all those subjects Often it remains the same - thereafter on the day of the promotion, he would return home and hang up and sometimes think of fixing the master by tying the team, and sometimes think, it is okay to leave such a bad school. We used to meet with a boy from our village on the school route. His name was Mrityunjay. He was much bigger than me. Used to study in third class. When he first entered the third class, none of us knew this - it was probably a matter of exploration of archaeologists, but we had been seeing him in this third class for a long time. The history of reading in his fourth grade was also never heard, there was never any news of climbing from the second grade. Mrityunjaya's parents, brothers and sisters, were none other than a large mango orchard garden on one side of the village and a huge ruined house in the middle of it, and were the uncles of each other's house. The uncle's job was to discredit the nephew in so many ways, 'He drinks Ganja' and so on. Another of his work was to say, 'Half of this garden belongs to him, it is too late to interfere by draining.' By order But that thing will be behind. Mrityunjay cooked himself and ate a mango orchard in the mango crop, and his work would be carried out throughout the year, and would go on well. The day I met, I saw the same day, he is walking silently on the side of the path pressing various dirty books. Never saw him interacting with anyone on his own behalf - but he himself would speak on his behalf. His main reason was that there was no one like him in the village to buy food and drink from the shop. And not just boys! No matter how many times the fathers of their boys secretly send their boys and ask for money by calling them 'school fees have been lost, the book has been stolen', etc., it cannot be said. But the matter of accepting the loan remained far away, no matter what his son has said, no one wants to confess in the Bhadra-Samaj - this was the same news of death in the whole village. Did not meet Mrityunjay for a long time. One day he was heard, he is a Rakha Rakha. Then one day it was heard that an old goods of Malpada by treating him and his girl Vilasi had served to save the demise of the death of Yamraj. For a long time, I had used a lot of his sweets - I don't know what it was like, one day I went to see him hiding in the darkness of the evening - there is no problem of the walls in his house. Freedom with inner goods - a caste of Bengal that treats snake bites. Entered, the door of the house is open, a very bright lamp is burning, and in front of the table is washed up