History

Probably it was the year of 1936 . A barefooted middle-aged widow rustically clothed in a white sari was walking along a meadow track, a bamboo basket balanced on her head. Her hurried movement was halted suddenly by a male voice: “knaha jaibe , mahajanii” ( where're you going , oh lady of riches !).

She raised her eyes -  it was none other than Satish Ghosh , the caretaker assistant to Jyotindranath Das popularly known as Jyotinbabu , the Landlord of her area.

 " Hamma twe Bangitola yehi” ( I'm going to Bangitola " ) , she answered.

‘”unha .... as there a school is going to be established so I'm going to contribute everything I can to that cause. They say I should build a temple. But no , babu . I'm firmly resolved to build such a temple that people of all faiths, Hindus and Muslims alike, pay homage to. "

   The inner being of Mr. Ghosh was stirred up and he was thoroughly overwhelmed by what he heard from a totally unlettered woman who did not within herself have even the faintest idea of what a letter of the alphabet of a language was and who did not speak and understand any language except that of the Chnai community that she belonged to.

Soon he recovered and instantly threw a searching gaze into her face as though to ascertain how a widow of her status could undertake to travel as far as eight miles ( the distance from her home at Jitnagar to Bangitola ) to accomplish the mission she set for herself, and pronounced in a resolute tone , " ghyar yo ...( Go back home . Your school shall be established here at Panchanandapur and it will be named after you ) ".

It was known that the bamboo basket that she had on her head had in it a load of silver coins amounting to over Rs 10000 ( the economic value of the sum be fixed considering what the exchange value of Indian currency was in 1936 ) , and besides she gave up 30 bighas of land to the construction and maintenance of the dreamed institute.

    On 2nd January of the next year, 1937, the foundation was laid almost in the north-west corner of Panchanandapur Mauza, about 5 km west of its present location and soon the school came into being, a linear pattern majestic building that faced slightly east-leaning south . On its right was the hostel that stood like the third bracket of Mathematics and to its left, a primary school named Saraswati Prathamik Vidyalaya . Its middle portion was designed as its administrative section, the Headmaster's Office elevated with a lion a lioness, mutually opposing ones, overlooking a spacious playground followed by a huge pond that lay alongside a Charitable Dispensary a little farther to its right along one side of a broad earthen road of the District Board and on the other side of the road , opposite the eastern end of the school building but a little away from there stood a Nawabi Kachari , a revenue collecting office of Siraj Ud Daula , and facing the dispensary or the western end of the school was a Government building called the Inspection Bungalow popularly known as Dak Bungalow . ( The two-storeyed kachari was later converted into a post office and a Junior Land Reform Office ) . Soon the school ground grew really into an evening meeting spot of people of all faiths and people of all ages. Eye witness accounts register that whenever Sukia Mahajani ( some say that her actual name was Sukhamayee Dibya ) came to visit her school she lay prostrate on the ground that met the school boundary.The road ran from the west to the east having a little north-south bend..

The school stayed there for about 28 years. By 1960s Gangetic erosions had started playing havoc: Houses after houses, gardens after gardens, fields after fields began to vanish into a terrible region of whirling and bubbling surf. In 1965 came the turn of the school: while the lady tossed and screamed frantically, her school mysteriously disappeared into seathing sounds of turbulent circling streams. Also her straw-made house, rather a hut that consisted of a bedroom and two sheds, one used as the kitchen and the other for her cow got eroded away. All these were too much for her to survive and she departed in 1967 for life in eternity. As per her wish she was buried in a place which soon came to be known as "Sukia Bazar" , but that also lost itself to the erosion in a short time . On the other side, the school had been shifted to the campus of the Sahebganj Primary School and from there in 1971 moved to the place where it is now.