User:Kochkobiraj/sandbox

Out of eleven brothers and sisters, he was fifth from descending order and so, was not anyway special to their parents. In his childhood he was just an ordinary boy -- shy, timid and fearful. There was nothing extraordinary worth mentioning. When he was two to three years old, His father was transferred to a jungle station of dooars, called Boxa Road, at footsteps of Jayantee Hill. He had to remain captive in a room for most of the time of the day to avoid accident of falling though the staircase as the whole wooden house was on the top numbers of truncated trees. The house was surrounded by real jungle with free wild animals. During this period, he learned on his own the Bengali, English alphabets and words. In that was way he was his own teacher at the beginning of his scholastic life. He never had friends. He grew up almost alone, because he was a close-minded boy and within a nexus of various peculiar thoughts. Kamalendu was also ordinary in his early school days. He had a sacrificing nature from his childhood days and that continued and even increased though out his life. He would never ask for food even if he was very hungry. He never demanded anything from his parents. Most of his clothes were the old dresses of his elders. When he was in eight standards, he was extremely happy for the first time, when a firsthand brand new book of English. He was so happy that he used to keep it with him even during sleep. Otherwise he always read old torn books with missing pages which were handed down from the elders. In school final examination (school leaving examination) he got marks which was best ever for the school, highest in the District of Jalpaiguri and highest in the Northeastern Frontier Railways zone. He was awarded with Railways Student Scholarship and National Scholarship of merit. While studying in University Entrance Examination (Corresponding to pre-university examination) form University of Burdwan, he faced his first critical difficulty of life. He stayed with his maternal aunt and was never treated as a real family member. He was then only 14 years. Having a complete rural background, he faced many difficulties in adjusting with the members of the family of the aunt, with the outside circle and with the college-mates. His most critical problem was language. He had a peculiar accent and pronunciation which was mixed with the local language of dooars and that of East Pakistan (present Bangladesh). He had no idea that people of Bengal talked in a way different from his. Within a few we could know that he was a subject of easy jokes. That was most embarrassing for him. He spent sleepless nights, not for memorizing the formulae of chemistry or definition of physics, but for practicing the exact ways of pronunciation of individual word in Bengali. He had no ambition. He got admission in B.S Medical College not by choice but by default. His mind was always whispering to him, ‘নেতি ‘ ‘নেতি‘, as Rabindranath put in his own way,“হেথা নয়, হেথা নয় অন্য কোনওখানে“ – “not this, nor that, something else”. That ‘something else’ made his mind to drive from sphere to sphere. He had very little love for the medical profession. He joined the extreme politics in the late sixties during his studentship. His initial enthusiasm and active participation gradually weaned as he could not convince himself with the politics of indiscriminate killings. He was taken to police custody for one night. He was diagnosed cancer in his kidney while he was student of final MBBS. His materialistic attachment, which was never strong, weakened further. He was forced to stay in hospital for months and was referred from this hospital to that hospital, and from this specialist to that. All were in a huge dilemma whether or not his left kidney had to be removed. Ultimately to give the famous doctors a relief, he took voluntary discharge just 15 days ahead his final MBBS Examination. T