MY FATHER KRISHNA SINHA (expanded)
MY FATHER KRISHNA SINHA
By Kishalay
Sinha
I
am very glad that the birth centenary of my late father Krishna Sinha is being
celebrated this year - 2018 - exactly one hundred years after his putative
birth in 1918, although my father did not have a horoscope prepared by a Hindu
astrologer after his birth, recording the exact time and date and year of his
birth, perhaps because poor families living in villages in olden times could
not afford to pay the astrologer cum horoscope maker’s large fee.
I
was the first boy in my class at Don Bosco High School, Guwahati, and I vividly
remember that when my HSLC result was published - on June 7 - I had done
extremely well in the exam, securing third position and scoring the highest
marks in mathematics - my father told me that June 7 was also his birthday! I
did not know before that my father’s birthday was June 7. What a pleasant
coincidence!
My
father was a great scholar but he was such a self-effacing and modest scholar
that he never showed off his learning. He always had the Gita by his side. When
I was a young boy, he made us learn by heart two devotional prayer songs which
we would sing every evening:
Hare
Krishna Hare Krishna,
Krishna
Krishna Hare Hare,
Hare
Rama Hare Rama,
Rama
Rama Hare Hare.
I
think the above is a coded song which on decoding implies:
HARI = KRISHNA =
RAM ... (1)
The second devotional song he made us memorize and sing was:
Raghupati
Raghava Raja RAM,
Patita
pawana Sita RAM,
ISHWAR
ALLAH tere/tero naam,
Sabko
sanmati de BHAGAWAN.
I
think the above coded song implies on decoding that:
RAM = ISHWAR =
ALLAH = BHAGAWAN ... (2)
I
conclude from (1) and (2) that:
KRISHNA = RAM =
HARI = ISHWAR = ALLAH = BHAGAWAN
According
to the entertainngly written scholarly book "Bigyan o Debodebi" by Nigoorhananda, Bhagawan means the owner
of numerous "bhag"**. For a more detailed explanation, I
refer the interested reader to that scholarly book.
When
I stood first in the Pre-University Science examination from Cotton College
under Gauhati University, my father took me to a middle-aged friend of his,
Professor Ram Kumar Das (a lifelong bachelor), who was the head of economics
department of Cotton College, to seek his advice about my further studies. When
we met him, my dad told him about my brilliant performance in the exam.
Strangely, the tall bald learned professor did not offer me effusive
congratulations but instead he pointed out to me how utterly small and insignificant
we are compared to the vast universe. I think any other exam topper who met
with such deflating response would have felt hurt but I remember that I did not
feel bad at all. I think the reason for my not feeling hurt at all was that I
must have felt that the professor was RIGHT: everyone is indeed ZERO to God.
The kind professor recommended that I pursue further studies at
excellent St. Stephen’s College under Delhi University. We took his advice.
(Looking back to that memorable encounter with the professor, I feel sure that
my father must have met him in advance and instructed him to give me a proper
DEFLATING lecture to PUNCTURE MY INFLATED EGO if I had become inflated with my
success in my examination. I believe however that I cannot be inflated any further because I am infinitely
inflated!)
My
father was a wise teacher who gave me excellent intellectual and moral training
during my formative years. He knew how to give elementary sex education to a
sensitive young boy in a subtle and indirect manner. One day, when I was a
young school student, when nobody was at home I opened our wooden almirah which
served as our library and took out a rather dull book on sex which contained a
few explanatory line drawings of the female anatomy. I rapidly went through its
pages and quickly put it back. Next day, when I opened the almirah again when
nobody was at home, I was very surprised because that book was missing! My dad
must have noticed that the book was not in the original place where he had kept
it among other books and therefore I must have glanced through it! That was my
dad’s subtle method of giving elementary sex education to a young boy! During
that same period, when I woke up one morning I changed my underwear and dropped
the used underwear for washing. My observant father picked it up and pointing
to a wet spot on it (involuntary nocturnal emission, I think) he gave me wise
advice: “Son, bad boys will say bad things about such things but don’t listen
to bad boys.” Luckily, I never had “bad boys” as friends in India at any school
and college and university where I studied nor in the excellent American
universities UIUC and UIC which gave me university scholarships to pursue Ph.
D. in biophysics and M.S. in applied mathematics, respectively.
When I was a college student many years ago, I sent a letter to a
Pen Friend Society of Japan, informing them that I wanted GIRL pen friends. I
gave my father’s office address as the address for communicating with me. One
afternoon, when my father came back from office - (my dad always went to his
office and back riding his bicycle; like my dad, I too went to my college and
back riding my own bicycle; by the way, a scholar riding a bicycle in the
Oxford university campus is normal, but it is now out-of-date in a modern
Indian city like my home town Guwahati) - my dad told me that a letter sent to
me from Japan by a Japanese BOY had arrived in his office and that the boy had
sent me a handkerchief (as a gift, obviously) inside the envelope.
I
did not ask my dad if he had brought the letter for me because I kept wondering
how a Japanese BOY could have sent me a letter when I had specifically written
to the Japanese Pen Friend Society that I was interested only in GIRL pen
friends. Also, I thought that a GIRL would be much more likely than a BOY to
send such a girlish gift as a handkerchief! I was feeling very suspicious.
Next
day, during a break, I went from my college straight to my father’s office and
entered his room where I saw my dad sitting on his chair behind his office desk
and chatting with two men seated near him. I told my dad to give me the letter
from Japan. My dad opened a desk drawer
and took out the envelope and held it up - I glanced at the addresses written
in a beautiful handwriting and saw that it was from a GIRL named Miki as I kept
hearing my dad informing the seated gentlemen in a sarcastic tone of voice that
the letter was from an 18-year-old Japanese GIRL (unthinkable to my strict
puritanical dad!) - and then my dad tore up the envelope! I said nothing and
left. Looking back, my dad’s cruel act turned out to be my dad’s greatest
contribution to my life because I never again wasted my valuable time on
useless time-consuming things.
SAME GUY?
Brahma = Vishnu = Shiv = Kr./Sat. (late)?
K. S. = God
Kishalay Sinha [G]
S. ছোৱালীবোৰে ইহঁতৰ ফুলা ফুলা br. তেখেতক কিয় দেখুৱাব খোজে? লেতেৰা মন ৷
S. মেয়েরা কেন তিনাকে তাদের ফোলা ফোলা br. দেখাতে চায়? নোংরা মন ৷
S. लड़कियां क्यों अपनी फूली फूली br. उनको दिखाना चाहती? गंदा मन ৷
Why do s. gals want to show their swollen br. to Him? Dirty mind.
G
বেনচুৎ মাদাৰচুৎ fucking "ঐতিহ্যমণ্ডিত" !
G
"ঐতিহ্যমণ্ডিত" 420 বিলাকে নিজে light লগাব নোৱাৰে নেকি? ইমানেই দুখীয়া নেকি 420 alien বেনচুৎ মাদাৰচুৎ কেলা বিলাক?
G
আমি চবেই জানোঁ ACS, IAS result বিলাক চব 420 result - চব "making" - and all male and female IAS and ACS alien officers without exception are very corrupt anti-national aliens. Over 60 ACS officers are now in jail and ইহঁতে জেলৰ ভাত খাই আছে ৷ - G
USTM is run by f. alien ministers. - G
S. ছোৱালীবিলাক সদায় secretly jealous of one another - কিজানি তেখেতে মোতকৈ যদি সেইজনীক বেছি ভাল পায়, যদি মোক পাহৰি সেইজনীৰ প্ৰেমত পৰে ... "ভন্টি"হঁত, তেখেতৰ কাম বন নাই নেকি?
G
S. বেচেৰীবিলাকক দেখিলে নিমাত statue যেন লাগে ৷ ইহঁতক ইমান চু. মন যায় ৷ ছিঃ ! সাৱধান নহ'লে চৰিত্ৰহীন s. ছোৱালীবোৰে মোৰ চৰিত্ৰ বেয়া কৰি দিব পাৰে - মই সাৱধান হ'ব লাগিব দেই ৷
G जी
আচল কথা হ'ল ACS, IAS ইত্যাদি হোৱাটো LOTTERY খেল জিকাৰ নিচিনা - গতিকে উল্লুৰ নিচিনা বিৰাট টেঙৰ চালু ঠগ coaching centre members বিলাকৰ কথা বিশ্বাস কৰিব নালাগে - দুই এটাই হয়তো পইচা খুৱাই through alien influence ACS, IAS etc. পাই যাব পাৰে, বাকী বিলাক চব লাড্ডু !
Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা जी [G]
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