My Grandfather
My maternal grandfather was a school master. Known by generations of students and everybody else as well as “ MasterMoshai”, he spent his life teaching English to thousands of students in many parts of the old undivided Bengal and later in Calcutta and Krishnanagar. I have spoken of him in an earlier post, but I feel there is more to be said about this man who influenced me so much when I was a boy and a young man. He was one of the sort of Bengali who were not uncommon in those days. They had been influenced by the Non Cooperation Movement when they were young men and never wavered in their ideals of honesty, hard work and a firm belief in the aphorism of “plain living and high thinking. He was a marvelous teacher. I still remember him reading Keats’ Ode to Autumn with me. He showed me how wonderfully relevant it was to our experience and how the magical words spoke to us in tropical India as much as it did to Englishmen in cooler climes. He also spoke of the Bengal of his younger day...