My Days in Vanivihar


When I joined Vanivihar, it was very hard time for me. There was
no place in hostel to stay. The senior girls, whose exams were
still not finished had to stay another 4-5 months. By help of one
of my senior from Sailabala college, I found one senior girl who
agreed to sign me as her guest. The formalities were over and I
stayed as her guest in her room. The room was very small. She had
another guest too in her room. However, she had a best friend who
had occupied one single room. So, apa X was spending most of her
time with her. Time passed like this. We did not have any place
to take bath. Since the water supply was for a very limited
time, during which the senior girls had to take bath; store water
for the afternoon and so on and so forth. For us we had to go to
the garden. There was a pipe there to water the plants in the
garden. All the first year postgraduate students found that as
an oasis in the desert. It was the only source for us to get
some water.  However, there were some girls from Balasore, who
always were in the line from the beginning. As soon as they get
up in the morning, they go there, chat with each other and they
will be in the line ahead of us. It was a very terrible

A memorable event happened just after a few days of my joining
the hostel. It happened during winter. My father had sent some
money for Prathamastami. I was very happy and already planned
to go to the market next day to buy new cloth for me. However, on
that night, when I opened my box, the money was gone.  I was
stunned. I could not believe that this could happen. But it had
happened. The other first year student then suggested me that apa
X might have taken the money. She told me many things about apa
X; that apa X has a boy friend, and that boyfriend is actually
her uncle. Then how apa X has not paid her hostel bills for so
many months and how the hostel manager has given her notice to
leave the hostel if she does not pay the bills within one month
etc. Finally she suggested, we should look through all the
storing places of apa X. So, then we started searching all around
the room, not leaving a single cornor. When apa X returned her
anger reached to her extreme. She was the boss as you can
imagine. She had very kindly accepted us as her guests and given
place to stay. So, she became very angry, as angry as you can
imagine. She scolded us so much, and then finally told us to stay
somewhere else since we have doubts about her (suspected her).

So what can we do? We were desperate. Alright, we than found a
place in the dormitory. Thirty six first year students were
staying there. It was no larger than a big class room or a hotel
conference room. But still we adjusted there. Apa X also forgot
to pay back my 300 rupees which she borrowed from me. I was
really feeling bad about the whole situation. The day she
had accepted me as her guest, I had promised myself to be
obliged to her and to do anything she asked. It was a kind of
immotion. But things happened differently and I was in a
critical situation. Once I dared to ask her about my money. She
remembered, but reduced the amount to 100 rupees; and promised me
to pay 50 rupees the next day and the other fifty rupees after
a month. Anyway, she paid me fifty rupees the next day, but did
not pay the other fifty rupees the next month. Time passed and
so did my days in Vanivihar.

There were also many good memories, There was a day of
celebration by my friends when I broke the record in part one
examination. Also there was a time when I got literary champion
award. There were also many fun filled events when I used to go
with my friends to read poems in gatherings like "Bisuba Milana"
and "Patha Prantara Kabita Patha" etc. There are also many mixed
memories which I am not describing, since it will be mostly
criticism about the behaviour of boys towards girls in the class,
like throwing the chalks, writing different names in the
blackboard and also giving many absurd remarks. Although that
type of behaviour had created confusion between some classmates
and myself; I am happy that at the end we all were very good
friends. I should end here. Whatever it is, it's a part of my
life and it's unforgettable.


Your comments are always welcome...

Bigyani Das


My daughter Bagmi and I

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