Payel Bandyopadhyay

Payel Bandyopadhyay

Payel Bandyopadhyay

The day father left for the Heavenly abode my mother Payel Banerjee, a widow of 50, took me in her arms and hugging warmly whispered to my ears ” Don”t get scared my son, I am always with you. I am your father and mother both.”At that very moment her words got into my soul and boosted me to a great extent. I was then a mere boy of 17.

My mother was never proud of her aristocracy, rather she was humble beyond question. She was never orthodox in her style, manners and total outlook. In this respect she had won the status of a perfect lady as she possessed morality and respectability of the then Bengali society in the 70s. She had no reserve and restraint in her manners. She was never exclusive of nature and liked to mix and communicative with everybody who lived in our locality. She never avoided the company of low class people who used to come to our house for household chores. She never told me to mix with the riff -raffs who were my play mates.

She was so sociable and communicative that she never preferred to be cooped up in the online casino canada confines of her home. She had no desire to lead a peaceful undisturbed life with me. Though I was an apple of her eye she expressed no sense of possessiveness. She always advised me not to be rich but to be a MAN in the true sense of the term. My mother exercised the greatest influence in the formation of my character.
I was the son of a Brahmin but my mother advised me not to waste time in prayers or passing time in religious rituals. She said, “You need not visit the temple to offer Puja offerings or pass times in prayer or meditation. Go, stand by the destitute. The best prayer is to love those people who are unfed, untreated and uncared. God who is the creator of this universe is greatly pleased when we love and help one another irrespective of caste and creed”. When I decided to go to Kolkata for higher studies it was my mother”s inspiration that inspired me to go there to prosecute higher studies.

My mother is no more. I am a teacher now. I don”t know if I have been able to be a TRUE MAN or not. But when an old student after a sudden meeting tries to bend to touch my feet I hug him warmly and tears roll down my cheeks when I reminisce my mother’s words-“Always try to love them who expect love from you”. Yes, she is the ideal Hero in my eyes. If I did not get such a great mother I could not have known what the meaning of actual Love is!

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Malay Bandyopadhyay

Malay Bandyopadhyay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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