English Tuition at Jadavpur

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Visit to a Market Place

Helping my parents in household works fetches me an uncanny satisfaction. There is no explanation why it encourages me. Perhaps it is my parents' guidance.

The other day I had some leisure to indulge in. There were no groceries and vegetables at home. My mother found no dish to cook. My father was called. I took to heels to accompany him.

The smell of a market place was never-seen-before to me. The fussy fruits and vegetables vendors,the skinny egg-seller,the dumpy butcher with a harsh voice,the fish-sellers with their cunning trade cry made a perfect scene of pandemonium. The raw smell of fish was unbearable. I took out my handkerchief. The chickens were innocent-looking. I had feelings for them. The clucking sound filled the entire market. Heap of garbages was really irritating. How can people in the market manage to stay with garbages? I wondered.

The tea-stalls and sweet shops at least had some sophistications. The morning was beaming with the cacaphony around the tea stalls and sweet shops. The busy steps were moving everywhere in the market. I could experience a snippet of Kolkata. Market is a place where we learn to adjust with our neighbours.

My Write-up

Rain as I See

When a drop of rain
Kisses my window-pane,
It feels like honey-dews
As if my life brews.

Sitting on a couch
When I slouch,
The smell of rain
Winds up my vein.

Rain fills my heart;
Rain drains out dirt.
Life becomes serene,
With a splash of green.

My Incomplete Write-up

Returning My Hometown after Five Years

Five golden years have passed though I am pretty confused if it was truly golden as I was away from my hometown. I couldn't smell the musky earth of my hometown. Nevertheless, I did not lose my bond. Who does not want to see the serpentile lanes of my childhood,the tall palm trees at the back of my house,the innocent flower-plants at my balcony and the gracious face of my mother?

Graduation completed after five years. My stay in London ended. The bonny days in London could not overshadow my feelings for my hometown. My flight landed at Kolkata smoothly. No hurry-skurry was there at the early morning. Outside airport the bewilderments were waiting for me. The airport lane met a new bridge that carried me straight to the bypass. The bypass seemed utterly unfamiliar to me as skyscrapers and towers thronged along the road...

My Student Debarpita Das from Our Lady Queen of the Mission has reached pinnacle of success in English,Board Exam.

May We be Enlightened by His Grace!!

Ritojo,one of my oldest students from Garden High School has achieved the pinnacle of success after 5 years of rigorous counselling,fighting and heart-felt attachment.He has scored 99 in literature and 89 in language!!
Another one,Arundhati from G.D.Birla Centre for Education has scored 95 in literature and 84 in language.
My love to both of them..

A fragment of my Saturday Batch!!

My middle school students - Thursday