A NEW BEGINNING...

life at Kolkata was not that easy,specially for a naive guy,hitherto unaccustomed to a metro city, like me.My classmates were amicable and co-operated with me but somewhow the hangover of my erstwhile alma mater remained! Being somewhat shy and unsporty,I was also bullied by some of my mates(they now feel guilty and have also proclaimed that publicly )...I came out with a dilligent result in my boards ,if not extraordinarily good.After this,my life could have taken a different turn had my father and the other so called ''well wishers'' not forcibly driven me into studying Science,as they thought it was below the dignity of a family,academically so resplendant, to have one of its predecessors ending up with an arts degree...(as all my cousins were engineers and doctors from 'tagged' institutes)I had no other option but to subjugate to the imperative statements of my paternal elders...Kaustav,destined to study Shakespeare, Keats and Lawrence had to bear the yoke of that BIG FAT horrible book of Mechanics by C.R.Dasgupta and those endlessly ennuing practical classes with the foul odour of SO2 choking my nasal passage!!!!