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More of the forest
Kamal-babu was guiding us through his home-grown forest and we were
following him. "We" consisted of not only Sanjit and myself, but also
three other fellow lodgers (who were regular visitors to the place, it
seemed). One was a NRI professor from Ohio, who also wrote poetry...modern,
abstract, Bengali poetry. Then there was a young man who made it a point
to talk excitedly about every coceivable topic, until someone
contradicted him, after which he would continue with even more
excitement. He had a hobby of growing under-water gardens, it seemed, for
he promised Kamal-babu every help if only he could manage to sink his
forest under water. The other member of our team was a little Bengali lady.
With her close cropped hair and cigarette, she presented the appearance of an
matter-of-fact business woman proud of her knowledge about this world.
Kamal-babu has plenty of dreams. He wants to develop a whole international
cultural community in this area. "Here we shall have an international
school", he majestically declared pointing at an open space, "and there we
shall a movie library containing de Sica films." De Sica would doubtlessly have
appreciated the fervour of the elderly gentleman, but the NRI professor as
well as the other two members could not stiffle their snickers.
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The open space to the right will house the international school.
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Unembarrassed by his ill success at engaging the interest of his audience,
Kamal babu led us to another very quiet spot in the forest, the site of his
future meditation center.
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Meditation center
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It was, no doubt, a very beautiful, secluded spot ideally suited for
meditation. Bordered by serene verdour, roofed by a blue sky, lit by the
parting rays of the sun that trickled through the sylvan
chequerwork, it was indeed far from the madding crowd.
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Setting sun and NRI professor
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