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    PMI training – the last one!   Monday to Wednesday was my superannuation training program at PMI. I am going to retire in August-23 which is just 4 months away. Seeing my position in the present scenario it is pretty confirmed that this is going to be my last program in PMI.        In the last 37 years I have come to PMI for attending many programs but it never occurred to me that my coming to PMI is going to be the last one. In another 4 months I will retire and after that I will never step in here as NTPC-ians. The steps that I am making here on this pious temple of NTPC will no longer happen. I will go and someone else will replace my place.   Therefore, I decided to take a last round of this iconic building of my organization. The cobbled red stone building of Kabir house and Tagore hostel gives a perfect academic aura for the entrance of PMI. I don’t know who designed this premises but he did a great job in creating an academic im...

  My Mother   In the lazy afternoon I was sleeping on her cot while a frail hand was touching my face – my mother is watching me sleeping. Don't know how long she was there but in her presence I slept again and when I got up it was well past 5 PM. All through this time she was sitting there fanning my head with a magazine so that I don't feel the sweltering heat of Kolkata when there was a scheduled power cut for a brief period.   She is my mother – She knows my character ins and out while I hardly know how much unfathomable capacity she holds for making sacrifice for us – her four children.   Due to persistent requests from her grand children one day she opens her trunk and in it she takes out her prized possessions.   Benarasi sari on her wedding day, our old dresses , sweaters , fathers coat , shawl f...