Selected Texts from the Trilogy of Samaresh Mazumdar

The Ricocheting Time
A translation from the trilogy of Samaresh mazumdar.

Tamanna Ferdous
Former student of UTRGV
“Scottish Church”, Animesh replied.
“Church?” The boy’s eyes got bigger. “Church or search? A place to hunt down girls. By Jove, you are the most fortunate, with the gold paving the gated cage. We did not have ladies around us, anywhere, there.”

He was smiling with his teeth, shown. Animesh had another, deeper look , at the boy, there. He had a blue colored full sleeve shirt and a dhoti as an attire, and his height was below average. The frontal teeth had a slightly raised alignment, for this always an apparent presuming nuance was prevalent that he was smiling , once he tried to open his mouth. He had such a naturally occurring fluency that Animesh could not even feel anger.

He asked,
“Which college is yours? “Citi. But no more distance in maintaining “you”. Here I say that directly to the bunch of girls.”

By this time, the voice over cacophony around the classroom stopped. When did it stop? Animesh could not apprehend that. Suddenly the boy sitting next to him tapped Animesh’s feet with his feet and he could infer that the entire class was observing, both of them. Animesh lifted his gaze up and caught a glimpse of the professor , he was looking straight into the eye, a direct stare. The slender man was pressing his lower lip with his teeth and a bit startled, he was leaning against the wall. A subtle giggling noise started to roam around that room, and Animesh realized that he was having a surge of blood flow, turning his face red . This time, the professor folded the book on the table and asked the gentle question,”Was it a much urgent talk, there?” To answer, one was required to stand up, Animesh realized that he never felt so embarrassed in his entire life .If that boy was not that bizarre with all these shenanigans, then this situation could be otherwise avoidable. Animesh stood up and expressed in negation, shrugging his shoulders, somehow.
“But, we were talking about an urgent matter, here. The definition that Rabindranath placed about short stories is no longer viable. Perhaps you can help all of us here.” The inflection of the professor's voice startled Animesh. He was sensing the trap question. Yet, there was no alternative option left for him other than to go about that route .
The professor said,”Okay. Let us take a recent story at hand. Of those recent stories you have read from different journals, we can discuss the one that was your favourite most.” The professor looked at him, compassionately. The entire class was looking at him. Animesh could realize that his entire body was sweating. With closed eyes Animesh was trying to remember the story published in the recent edition of the nationwide journal, on the eve of the religious festival. He felt frozen while reading the story. After finishing the reading, he was speechless for a long, long time. On the very first day, he tried to match the professor with the story content, it was never a set match. A writer is never other than a misfit perhaps. Animesh got ready and asked clearly,

“May I be rueful?”
“Hey! Why will you lie for no good reason?”

Now, Beyond any ambivalence, Animesh uttered the storyname. And as soon as that name was uttered, the professor looked underneath his breath to the mentee, his thinking mind left traces of thoughtfulness there with his wrinkled forehead, alarmed with three flights up. He tried his unbridled hair , with his fingers thoroughly searching through and while simpering in silence, he took out his handkerchief from his shirt’s pocket. A few moment’s paused there to find the reaction of the professor, then the entire class bursted out into a round of applause. Everyone was requesting for the book discussion, all at once. The professor looked at Animesh once more, and stopped the class waving with one hand. He then said, “ You are intelligent, there is no doubt about it, but an intelligent one also needs to be studious. Okay, where we left off…..”

And the study circle started once again. Slowly Animesh tried to take his spot. While sitting on his bench he heard the boy next to him, he was praiseworthy ,” Mentor, pass a foot , here!”
Any further outspoken try was something fearful for Animesh. He was looking ahead, with a lot of let down emotions inside, making him feel ajar. The way the professor scolded him, nobody ever did that to him the same way. Without using any angry vibe, one can be such a successful wayfarer to send the time out clauses, Animesh never knew that. He gazed blankly upfront for a while, and then lowered his gaze. The professor had such a certain inflection in his voice,that it was hard to feel distracted anywhere, elsewhere, whimsically. Upfront, there were a series of headcounts ahead, while listening to the story synapse and the explanation of the short story, Animesh felt the sudden shivering. Upfront the little gap between the series of heads ran along the straight line, , a line ran a far, quite for a distance, there. At the very end of the line, the one who was sitting there, had a fixed gaze upon Animesh’s face. Such a ricocheting bliss , with a depth of the pondering eyes , brimming to the eloquence, with the silent most depth that one can be sure that the entire heart song left a lyric upon the gaze, the flight of a song, poetic erotica to an ode to a song.. Animesh felt a thousand cascades blossoming, deeply rooted inside. The eyes were fixed but the straight line dispersed after a while. With a little dispersing shift, those pairs of eyes got out of the sight. There is certain painstaking pain inside the chest, it was heavy breathing for him, a sufferer. Animesh was completely clueless. Why did this happen in such a way? The professor’s lecture was no longer audible. As if the sensual perceiving efforts are all a failure. Only a pair of eyes, the blissful gaze and a direct tantrum in the bloodstream surging in the response , entropy in the churned yarning. Between, the brazen bell tolled for the class hour, The professor was egressing from the classroom, while doing so, he took a stance along the corridor, Animesh was unmindfully unaware about that. Someone addressed Animesh, “ Sir wants you to meet him inside the lecturer’s room, at a later time.”.

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