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My Life My Story
My life my story when it comes to Tripurawebsolution.com, it would be incomplete If I unable to say something about its beginning. As a child, you must have seen or heard the Barter system from time to time. Although economics as a subject in college life, its existence is much more in real life. The barter system is a system that in the past, when no communication system was developed or there was no communication system, there was a kind of market system called exchange system( Barter System). People used to exchange goats instead of cows, mangoes instead of bananas, and sometimes Servant.
This is the rule of buying and selling the life of the people of that time. How strange was not the matter!
Although there were many differences in the exchange system, it was a very common practice at that time. It seems strange to exchange a cow worth 100 rupees with a goat worth ten rupees. But with the passage of time and arrangements, it was very accurate and applicable. In today’s life we can never think of that. We want a penny and we want it right. But we only keep it in mind when it comes to new things, we don’t even remember it when it comes to old things. And this is where Tripura WebSolution was born. We want to live with the new as well as the very old. Tripurawebsolution.com is a small attempt to create a common platform for all.
My sincere congratulations to all the dear friends who have joined our Tripura Web Solutions today. Inspired by their love, I am floating without being overwhelmed with some emotion.
My point today is very simple and straightforward. Suppose I don’t have an exchange for a note of Rs 2000. Someone comes to give us even without asking for. It is the identity of our humanity. This feeling is spontaneous in people, you don’t have to pay for it, you just need show a little love and sincerity.
If we all use this subtle feeling together, surely many problems will be solved! Let’s hold each other’s hand so that we can move forward with the present as well as the past by loving the past. That’s all we’ll see again for today.
Stay very, very good.
My life My story
My life my story [10:33 AM, 7/23/2021] Today I suddenly remembered Bhajan Da. Bhajan Da is an active comrade of our labor union, dear Bhajan Da, dear to everyone.
My acquaintance with Bhajan Da being a Railwayman. If I weren’t working in the Railway service, I would never have been able to communicate with such good people. Bhajan Da was a very hard worker, he forgot about his family and stayed with the union all the time, he loved everyone. Everyone loved him and called him Bhajan Da. But I was not so much involved with the union. Ashish Da and Nath Da guided me to join actively with the union.
Now I am talking about Bhajan Da. The first time I met him was with Ashish Da on the Karimganj platform. When an active Union office bearer meets someone new, the only target of the union officials is to join them with the Union. Ashish Da was with Bhajan Da who did not know about me. After getting acquainted, he started talking about Union matters. Ashish Da interrupted and said I will take a look at it later because Ashish Da knew me I was also involved in this union.
Not seen for a long time then, but in 2013 when I transferred to Tripura and posted at JIRANIA. Then we got connected once again. Bhajanda was a man with a big mind. The biggest thing was that he knew how to love others, he knew how to value the words of others. And most of all, he was very dedicated. He forgot about his family and drowned all the time with union. That was the only attempt to make people better.
We slept together, we talked, we ate, we walked around, no matter how small our identities, there are some memorable moments that can never be forgotten. I remember talking to me, a few days before he died … Personally, he was in dire need of help at that time because no one is so prosperous after retirement! I tried as per my ability. If someone is sick after retirement, then a lot of money is spent and there may be a shortage. But I think if it weren’t for the Cov-19 lockdown our favorite Bhajanda would never have died, he was very healthy at 65 years old.
My Life my story [9:02 AM, 7/24/2021] There was an impossible sincerity in bhajan da that could easily attract someone. Now the pillar of our union, Rakhal Da, Bhajan da is no more with us but we feel their absence very much. There are no more people to put their hands on their heads.
Those who are there, are a little like Sahab, the main goal of saving themselves. In fact, My comment may be controversial, it may not be liked by anyone. What I have achieved through my life, through life experience, I have noticed one thing is very clear, the mentality of the people is “I have not come to give, I have come to take”.
There are more than half of the employees in the railways who want to get paid without working, and they are doing well. I can see that they are ‘Bindas’ without working. The fact is that why the thing is not caught, is to make up for the group work, no one’s fault is caught. And by chance, they are caught, No matter but they have mastered the trick of cheating, they continue with a lot of ability and tricks.
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My life My story
I can’t tell that love story to anyone now but rather I preserved it for the future. If there is ever time, space, I must tell the whole story. Till then let live with a fusion of a love story. By the time I was over 45, more than half of my life had passed. Looking back, it seems like a story. The fear of the future actually remains in the memory if you put yourself in the measure of success and achievement in life. It is very difficult to say like a failure, but it is also very difficult to find the right adjective to express success.
When there was plenty of time on hand, a lot of time was spent searching own existence. Sometimes it seems that my place where I am is not meant for me. Wonder to see, how I flew and sat down here? It took a long time to realize the truth. How it be possible to do so much work in such a short time when it just comes to landing an Aeroplane! So it feels a bit like fetching a glass of water from the sea. Still, I try to keep up the good work so that the rest of my life is not wasted.
Promises are made many times but only time can tell how long it is possible to keep. I have promised many times that I will write anything while sitting down, but I cannot keep my promise. Today I promise to write something again. I have no intention of bothering anyone with my own story but I apologize if anything happens.
I was telling the story of Tapas’ life, I don’t know where and how he is now? I lost contact with him again and again as he did not have money at all to recharge his phone. He came to me by cycling 8 to10 miles many times but I don’t know where Tapas is now? My mind hurts but there is nothing I can do. I’m telling a story. I was on duty at the station for that day. I don’t know if I will be able to keep my promise in this life but I promised him that if he has any problem, he will not tell me to die. Few days before when he was very sick, maybe Cov-positive, but the poor have a strong body, without any care remained at home, and got cured without any treatment.
I looked at him and was surprised, seeing his physical condition. I got a little scared, what happened to you, you became completely dry wood? ‘The answer came slowly in the throat, I was very sick, I had a fever. First Dad, then Mom, then I had a fever for a month. I realized the fact because I had this problem last year I recovered 1 month 3 days.
I realized everything because at that time he had no choice but to come to me. He was telling on the way, Thakur, you should meet. After finding me he thought God had found. He said, Sir can you give me 4000 rupees! I never had an excuse. I do this for him whenever he is in need and he rushes to me. I help as much as I can but I can’t solve the problem, it’s my misfortune.
I tried but couldn’t because of the oppression of love. I don’t know how long I will have to bear this loss but it is very painful to me. When thinking about those who are associated with me like Tapas. But there is nothing better I can do. Here I feel very sad and destitute, I feel very alone. But I’m still trying. Getting involved with Tripura Web Solutions is just an effort. The purpose is very simple, I have passed my life, I can manage to live comfortably. But what I can do for those whom I promised? I do not know if God will give me that strength but I will not back down in the struggle until I do this. I could only pray to God, oh God give me a chance to use the time I wasted in my life.
My life My story will continue…
My Life My Story
The good work or things in life are like planting a tree or throwing away a seed. Maybe the result is not understood at present but when the seed you throw away or sowed becomes a huge tree, how many people benefit. We may not get any fruit from it but we can definitely take a little shelter in the scorching heat as a wayfarer on the way. Maybe we don’t know or don’t even know it’s a tree I planted.
[6:48 AM, 7/29/2021] piklu chanda: which we can say add value to life. One thing to keep in mind is that the thing I like, love, and use as long as I’m able to use it. When a thing becomes unusable and cannot add value, unable to meet the need, it gradually loses its acceptability. So the wise man says that there is no value of appearance, the real value is quality. Time goes by like this, whether it works or not. Time and the tide of the river never wait for anyone.
[7:08 AM, 7/29/2021] piklu chanda: In fact, I remember a lot of things and forget a lot as well. The busyness of my life does impact and last long when I think about work. Thoughts come to mind like thunderclaps but get finished soon. This is how the day goes on. In some places, we don’t have to do anything. We just have to do our own work, when we think of others, a lot of time is wasted, but as human beings, we can’t get away from it. From my experience, we can talk a lot about blaming someone for a mistake, but it doesn’t matter. All unreasonable to me, if I say like the experience may be personal. There is nothing wrong or right. Always people’s life experience is respected as an asset to all.
One thing is very sad and emotional, no one wants to listen to anyone. We just think like ourselves, I think we waste a lot of time here. To illustrate: For example, my home is three kilometers away from the bus stand. Every day I have to walk three kilometers to the bus stand to catch a car. But one day as soon as came out of the house, a car stopped in front of me and picked me up. I’m glad I didn’t have to walk three kilometers … But if someone comes and talks about any experience or knowledge, we overlook or stay away. Apparently, it can be called our knowledge but I would say it is a black chapter of darkness among people. People never want to hear what others have to say. Partly all because of his lack of self-acceptance, confidence, belief, or self-respect. I can say very sure that our personal problems are responsible for these reactions. I don’t think we ever review ourselves, that’s the big mistake. One thing is very clear, as long as someone adds value, it is worth the time. If anyone denies knowing the truth, then I have nothing to say but wasted time only.
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[11:56 PM, 7/29/2021] piklu chanda: Life’s boundaries are not as wide as they used to be. When I went to play on the field at the end of school, I really felt the scope of life. The boundaries of life are now tied with a small rope and I am hanging like a forced pendulum. What if the rope ever breaks? I’m trying hard, but the tight grip of life is holding me back … I can’t be free if I want to.
There is a lot to say but it does not come up. It is very difficult to find a way out of the conflict of existence in the mind when destiny stretches her arms from a distance and waits for a hug. Someone seems to be uttering an unknown melody in a vague voice from behind. I become inactive, I am engaged in daily activities like water evaporates into the sky and comes back like water in the earth. I changed myself a little and came back in glory!
‘One thing I want to share is the value of your life … To me, it’s successful when you can add some value for others …
That’s why I have started Tripurawebsolution.com to join and support me to add value for others life’ …
One thing to keep in mind is that every situation in life comes to teach us something. Sometimes we can’t manage the situation and get lost. It’s not impossible, it’s a pillar of your life in defense of another part of our lives. I see some new phenomena on a daily basis which is becoming a trend among everyone, we are becoming much more self-centric but it is never desirable for us.
Almost everything we get is free, but why so much bargaining, why so much value?
Let’s try and see, this is not something that will cost a big loss, maybe a little precious time have to pay. usually, very casually we spend the whole day lying down.
There is a subtle difference between giving and taking. The difference is very simple and straightforward. Going to give something means to make yourself strong, to be transparent. And to take it means to weaken and stigmatize oneself. Constantly engaging yourself with a lot of non-essential information. I know the comments may come that it is not possible to live life without taking anything from others? To me, the answer is very short and simple ‘no’.
But taking more something out of necessity should never be desirable.
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Today I will share a very interesting thing, but there is a condition that the reader will read if they do not understand Bengali can see English or Hindi blog and do not forget to comment. Many of us grew up in the village. One thing is common in the village, In a village, we see cows, goats, poultry, fresh vegetables, the pollution-free and very ordinary lifestyle people. What else! So a very familiar thing to eat was mashed potatoes and mashed brinjal. And with it a little milk cream for special brinjal Bharta. The preparation was very easy and beautiful. Simply had to keep Brinjal, potatoes in the oven under the burning wood to cook perfectly. It would not be wrong to say the microwave of the present age. Sometimes the milk was heated with burning rice husk in low heat and that was the very perfect formula for milk heating. Cooked potatoes, Brinjal, and milk cream look very cold from the outside but anyone who ate or touched can explain better? Our minds just burn like the flame of a husk very slowly but generate an innovative and certain power that lasts for a long time.
A funny thing is coming to mind which is unfair if I don’t share it with you. suppose it may be difficult to describe how our whole family take care of us when we were growing up. But what do we do when we grow up? Is this desirable, just to grow up to earn! Is it just a matter of earning a living? There was a question and still, it is!
Maybe the matter is different but did we really review any time? I don’t know why it bothers me so much. Can’t we hold on to our achieved skill? Which one day we will lose very easily. It may seem strange to think but how long we will hide the truth. I am not saying to be a saint, or not to be worldly. But our education and skill should not be wasted only to earn money and fame. That’s all for today. Now it is up to you!
When we have planted a tree, it has a real purpose, a universal interest. But in our case, it is turned upside down. We become very personal. One day our skill and dexterity will end with us. The matter is very painful to me. You may be review or not but there were questions, there are questions, there will be questions?
Now think about it and some of the responses will actually be good to see!
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[7:19 AM, 8/1/2021] Piklu Chanda: At this corner of my life, I feel the lack of one thing more and more is selfless love. Sometimes I miss my father very much. I am now a father but the joy of being a son is a much better thing for me. I can’t forget the memories of my childhood floating in front of me like a dream. The day my father died, I felt very alone. His presence was never fulfilled. No one could take his place. But my father used to say that the day you become a father, you will understand my pain and one thing to remember is that change is the mother of everything.
The father’s love is a little different, although there is no lack of affection because all the fathers want his son to be successful in his life. If the son fails, the one who suffers the most in the world is the father. It’s from my personal feelings. When my father was alive, I never tried to understand the meaning of life. My father used to tell me that after my death everything would stop. Today I understand everything but I have no answer, I hurt my father that day. I am sorry today.
I’m saying it may be controversial, even though the mother is compassionate, she has to play the role of a businessman to run the household, so a lot doesn’t happen properly. But to me father, is a little different role to play. Seeing all the members of the family in one eye. Makes no difference here I shared my personal childhood experience. If there is an asset in my life, there is only one, the love of my father, the sweet memories I will never forget. So I realize that lack even in my old age.
I think the most delicious fruit in the world is coconut but is very hard to get. Mostly found in inaccessible places, then at very high altitudes and costly too.
Now I will do a little shift. Coconut was an example to illustrate my point. Now I speak of life. In order to realize oneself, to understand one’s own being, one has to struggle a lot. You have to go through many steps, then you can get the essence of life. The secret of life is hidden inside the shell. Many excuses, people don’t want to eat coconut, they don’t want to break it seeing its hardness. If you want to realize life, you have to realize your own. I think a life full of luxury or arrogance is as far away from the real truth as no one wants to eat when hunger is no more. The need must be true. The only human need can tell the right path.
But one life really does not fail if it behaves like a coconut. Coconut, if it is not used to eat, if left unchecked it becomes a tree. If one feels the hidden truth of human beings, then no one will be able to hold him. Can anyone ever try to hide a piece of light?