When I was a child, I used to lose my pen a lot while going or coming from home to school. At that time, blue ink was used in the Chinese pen called 'Hero'. Often on the road or sometimes at school, it was very sad when the pen was lost. I was very sorry for the inattention, it was unpleasant.

And there was a wish in my heart, how wonderful it would be to find a hundred rupees lying on the road today while returning home from school. I used to float in my dreams - I used to buy a new pen with the money I found on the road. I used to reach home while thinking like this. 

A student like me studying in a small class had to wait for Dasain or house pooja or Shraddha to earn or get money.

At that time, Camel brand's beautiful geometry boxes, color pens were in demand, pencil boxes of many designs were available. I had to earn money to buy all of them. 

After giving SLC, he earned a few hundred rupees by teaching two group tuitions to younger siblings. I thought, what happened in life! When I was in school, I needed money to eat Titri, Rangichangi Pani Baraf, Bayar, Kashi Bayar, Pachak, etc. in Tiffin with my friends. Even my friends who came to school with ten rupees seemed rich.

Money is needed in every age for different desires. At that time there was a desire for a chocolate with a blue shiny shell and a small shell inside for fifty paise. He seemed to be rich enough to buy Morton chocolates, hero pens, color pens, disco pencils and geometry boxes. After the

, pretty ladies used to look at bicycles as teenagers. Someone's pink, someone's green, someone's sky-blue bicycle, that too with a basket in front was attractive. Similarly, I felt that I should earn money to go to school by riding a bicycle, the old bicycle at home was good, I was afraid to buy another one while working on it. 

Mother used to say - look at your friends who are below you in terms of eating and drinking, and be happy with the facilities you have, while in studies, look at your hardworking friends who are above you and study hard. My father used to say - think about how to increase your income and work hard rather than reducing the expenses of what you need. 

Once I was at Mamaghar in Tahachal to prepare for the SSC final exam. Mantu Mama's friend worked at the five-star Solti Hotel, where the staff were given fifty percent off food one day a week. Requested him and ordered a discounted veggie pizza from Solti Hotel. In 2056, a pizza costing Rs. 600 was Rs. Arrived home at 300. After eating that soft, delicious pizza, I wanted to be really rich for the first time in my life to eat deliciously and properly.  After the

, when I went to Kolkata in 2008, I saw the magnificence of the hotel I stayed in and felt that one must be really rich to make life happy. I wanted to be rich for the second time in my life. 

One night during that stay, Mithun Chakraborty was invited to the seven-star hotel Sonar Bangla for dinner. At 7pm we reached the place where the party was held in the garden of the hotel. A boy came and took the children to another table and started playing a game of disappearing napkins and coins. The food there was very tasty. After a while, suddenly everyone's attention was drawn from the mic and it was said - now let's play a fun game and win a gift, a gift to the one who wears a black saree and a black tika. 

A visitor brings a black saree, she got a gift - the atmosphere ran. The second gift was to show foreign currency. We had Chinese yuan and Thai baht, but another guest showed foreign currency earlier than us and got a gift. We were two families traveling from Nepal. It was a fun evening. The attention to the guest's pleasure and satisfaction made a difference, even the convenient, portable toilet in the open courtyard was seen for the first time.

reached the Asian Institute of Technology, Bangkok in 2010. There were corners with all kinds of food – fruit stalls, coffee stalls, bakeries and even canteens with a variety of dishes. Fruit juice can also be bought as desired. Even when I was able to buy and eat like that in the campus where I studied or taught, I felt 'ah' and remembered the college where I studied and taught. I thought, when will we think about being able to study and teach in a rich college? Why are our educational institutions indifferent to health? I want the college where we work to be rich in ideas, experience and human qualities.

Whether it is a normal hotel or a canteen in our country - if we could take special care of the guests, the customers would come and stay and our country would be rich. If we could pay attention to thinking, hygiene and food, our tourism would gain momentum.