Our Sarbasiksha Traing for the uper Primary.

Suddenly, on the 6th of February our Head of the school declares at the time of departure from the school that all the schools are instructed to send at least 14

A.Ts' for the Sarbasiksha mission for having a sense of Upper Primary knowledge. It further stated that Para-teachers and those newly-appointed were a must to attend the training.The list came from the Cold-chamber of our Head's office and it showed up my name. I've already majored in English and been appointed as a Post-gradate teacher.I requested a lot to the authority not to send me to the training-center as i was supposed to submit the reviewed answer-papers on the 11th of Fevruary. They did not comply with my request and i had to go to attend the mission on Sarbasiksha.

On the 8th of February, the first day of our training i had to attend the mission.I knew the Resource-person of our Subject. I pleaded with him to let me go 'cause i needed to do some urgent jobs relating to my family. He listened to me me carefully and let me go.

It's for the first time that i come to know that majoring in a subject means that i am held to be capable of holding classes unto only 8th standard. they were also right in their discision as i did not have my B.Ed degree.

My first experience as a Presiding in a certain Booth.

This is for the first time that the word ‘vote’ offers me a sense of being a perfect juxtaposition of politeness and impoliteness. I will shade light on this chapter during the course my narration.

Let it be what it may, I should not say that I arrived at my DCRC at the appointed time. On my way to DCRC I came across my colleague Mr. Ashis Paul. I found him walking towards me in his all-known happy-go-lucky style. He accompanied me onto the DCRC and then we fell apart due to our having different destination (as we were appointed to different Booths).

Then I got busy trying to find out my fellow polling-officers. To my great surprise, I found them awaiting my arrival very expectantly. My second–polling greeted me first to have a seat and get a rest for a while. He further advised me to sign at the Presiding-officers’ attendance register. I did it accordingly and when I came back I found my first-polling ready with the medical-kit. Among all this hustle-bustle, one thing annoyed us most and that was the absence of our third-polling. I approached the authority to find my third-poling but they seemed to have been busy attending other duties and directed me await a while before they could do anything for me and I could help abiding by their decision. Then again I got back to my party and was advised to stand in the line for the collection of the voting materials. I stood in the line accordingly and collected everything. Then I strolled back to the enquiry-section again with a view to finding that third-polling leaving everything at the hand of my first-polling due to some tallying that was to be done at the DCRC after collecting the required materials. But, owing to some unknown reason that third-polling was nowhere to be found. I again started begging his presence at the enquiry. I told the authority concerned to bring out the attendance-book in order to be sure if he came at all. There I found his signature at the attendance and this time I was off my mood to be polite with the concerned-officers. I knew a little how to be rough with the guys and therefore started applying that theory. Suddenly a very timid, modest teacher starts showering a volley of abuses upon them and it bore fruit. In the meantime, my first-polling came to my assistance and we insisted on announcing his name on the mike. We did the miking in vain as long as it did not get on our nerves. We then headed for the control-room to replace our third-polling. When everything was thus completed, we were told to get on a truck with our materials that was supposed to take us to a place from where we are to select our security.

To be continued..................................

My daily Life

Dear Readers,

I think almost all of you'll be of the same opinion that i drag along with, at least, the Semi-Govt. and Govt. workers. We all have to hurry up to catch the 9.00 a.m train. We all try to leave early but something like a street-jam or a blockade can hold us potentially back to catch the afore-mentioned train. I have the little opportunity to get down at Machlandapur. I call it an opportunity 'cause i have to get in the train from Bongaon some four stations' distance. But when i head bak home i fell a little more disappointed. i have to wait for the the arrival of my home-bound train for at least an hour. Here i am going to upload some photos of where my journey begins and the place it ends.

Nokia 5230 expressmusic

Some 2 or 3 days ago i bought a Nokia 5230 expressmusic . But unfortunately when i myself unpacked the sealed

Box i fond nothing given extra with the set. i got a little disappointed and once u unpack the sealed-box it's supposed to be

yours although with all promised warranty or guarantee. Even the camera did not look so good as compared to my N73.. i thought

i really squandered away the whole money. I got a Black-coloured one that now rreally looks very cute to me when i first discovered that i could

easily snap any photo and upload it in almost within a minute.Then I suddenly discovered that i could use it as a TV and different

other apps.

But unfortunately i could not find or download or install any .jar file and .sys is not displayed as a supported format..

Plz,,, Help.............Thanks .