Those Were the Days…

By Dr. Tarun Kumar Dutta

The author was a senior professor of Jawaharlal Institute of Postgraduate Medical Education and Research (JIPMER) in Puducherry, a reputed medical college in India. The author has shared some reminiscences about his children and his school contemporaries when he was young. He has also written some of his own experiences in life and at place of work. There is a range of shared experiences that is meaningfully communicated to the reader. Reflective and thought-provoking in today’s hectic and materialistic world, this collection comes as a whiff of fresh air and takes us to the innocent world of children. He has managed to capture many fleeting emotions, which would interest and entertain the readers, young and old.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: May 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781543705249

Dr. Tarun Kumar Dutta

Author has shared some reminiscences about his children (and their friend) and his school contemporaries, when young. He has also written some of his own experiences in life and at place of work. “Those were the days…” is a light and hearty read for all. The anecdotes from Dr. Dutta’s personal and professional life is sure to put a smile on the face. The reminiscences about his daughters’ childhood days are quite funny yet relatable. The reflection of his thirty years in the institution of JIPMER is an interesting read, his evolution is inscribed in a nutshell. The experiences from his young and professional days is very inspiring and insightful to the reader. Overall, many sentiments are captured through the course of the book which is certain to keep readers, old and young alike, glued to the book. — Punit Mishra, a freelance writer, Pondicherry, India

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CONTENTS

PART I

Those Were The Days…

Actually

Forgotten Dad!

Walking Down The Memory Lane…

The Boy I Met On My Wedding Night

Jumbo Jet

PART II

Swarna – The Girl Next Door

Generation Gap!

Bhalo Basha

No Tea Please! We Are South Indians

The Graduate

Jhatia Mamu Alias Prasanta Pradhan

He May Be Some Local Politician…

Wishful Thinking

Striptease By Men In Uniform!

Thirty Years In Jipmer – A Reflection

Telephone Plays Truant: Comedy Of Errors

On Retiring…

Kuhu Mama

My Other Love!

Ruchi-Piyu

PART I

(written till 1999)

THOSE WERE THE DAYS…

My fourteen and thirteen year old daughters are very fond of hearing their early childhood stories. They are amused to hear how the elder one used to explain painstakingly to the younger one that she (elder one) was born from her father and younger from her mother, how my younger daughter used to believe that they used to be carried to beach in both of my trouser pockets and unloaded there, that she used to search herself in darkness and so on. To listen to what they did on their first day in school is one of their favourite pastimes. Elder daughter would pity herself when told how she complained why no teacher took her to arms like parents did at home, how all her enthusiasm to go to school drained off once she reached school although prior to that for days together she would have prepared herself for this great occasion with a tiny school bag, a little set of school dress and a new pair of jet black shoes. My younger daughter can still recall how