From my memory lane

My feeling, imaginations, nostalgic memories, arguments, appreciation, late coming, bonus, pay scale revision, income tax deduction ,car break down, leaving wife in market place, quarrels over movies, dress, food , going to hotels all flash backs of life come fresh and alive in my dreams and they appear so real.. Guest coming at odd time all these things are brewing in side my brain for couple of weeks. Mentally one has to be tough to remain calm with out chocked voice or tears of joy rolling down the cheek when some one lives his near and dear ones. After all I spent the best part of my life at Rourkela.
Represented east zone, played for HSL in all India tournament. Became a medicine specialist, excellent cricketer
Started writing Oriya short stories in 56 years and lastly became a singer. That’s what Rourkela has given me in my last thirty five years of job. The roads, the lanes, the vegetable venders, hospital staffs, water, the air, the birds the dogs the slum children all know me and call me uncle.
Time has come to say good bye to Rourkela. Tomorrow is 31st December 2007, Sanjoy last working day and from 1st January he will be a free bird. The system has gone in to his body and that will take some time to change. Not a single phone call, no one comes to him to talk, as he is with out power and money. Another day then another week and so on things will change. No one will remember this doctor as he was always controversial.
He has introspected his life from time to time. He is not excited with his daily routine job and he does not enjoy his present responsibility due to interference,
He is an introverted so no stress or any emotion is going to bring sorrow to him.
During his hospital days there were so many well wishers and friends but to name a few parida,bhabani,jk,sanjib,soroj,maj.sahu,kcmohanta,kiran,yosobanta ratha, aparajita,usha,shail verma,ssswain, etc.were his favorites.

I looked at the mirror and talked to my self “by looking young is not enough, you must be young at heart.”