2008

New Year Resolution....

On my city...

It is indeed a wonderful wholesome sentiment that triggers down my spines that somehow originates from the rubbles that populates the streets of Kolkata....Its winter in the city and perhaps you know the inherent addiction of we Kolkatans to potray the change of season with......well a greater enthusiasm than usual.......so watery eyed daddys with a stuffed red jacket and thick 'monkey' caps and woolen gloves did not appear a least bit of exaggeration in these seasoned eyes of mine.....foroutre it may seem.....but ludicrity has its own fascination.......and I am infact a part of it..........I guess six months of outsideKolkata has showed me a lot of life.........and it had deprived me of a lot more......there has been lot of activities in an aroundmy neighbourhood.......couple of more apartments have started to bear inmates overlooking the meagre strip of grass that used to be the playground that served, other than as the playground......as the parking space for a lot of yellow cabs.......datingshelters of romatic souls......and doping ground for a number of addicts........well other than that the young people have grown old....and the old ones have grown older.....and the older ones are dead as their relatives gather in a jovial reunion upon the demiseof their beloved ol' man....with their pimply sons playing cricket on the rooftop and petite daughters seeking some privacy tochat over the cell phone......its time indeed to push forward and a part of this change is substantially fascinating.......but thebasic foundation of this city of humrum never bothers to proceed into a greater dimension.........the roll shops may upgradeinto better cushioned seats from their greasy thicket chairs......but they still sell the same absolutely unhealthy egg-chicken rollsthat haunts the multitude of humanity like a seedy pub beckons an Irish old man.....the world may step into a topsy-turvy ofthird millenium-digitized brilliance but the high school passouts will continue being brave ( or atleast make a show of it....mostlyromatically ) in the shadowy havens of Nandan or more recently established Elliot Park and the unfortunate ones still gape at their exhibits with the oft-quoted obscenities and sometimes....well with pure loathing at their self-infirmities.......well....likewisethe somber looking private buses still seek a paternal relationship with the streets of the city and the convenience of its passengers....Park Street is still the same strech of asphalt haunting the apparent riches of the city with its luring expensive nothingness wherepeople go for no apparent reasons..................well the thing I hate most about holidays is that they have to end.....and it never fails to amaze me how fast do they end.....and I hate the farewells........but then I guess it is in those farewells that we have the promise to come back once again.....so when the plane taxied off the runway and plunged into the vast sky, all I could do is to stare out of the window and try intaking as much of the city as I could as it slowly mingled into the same tiny unobtrusivestructures that had....a week ago grown bigger and embraced me like it always had over the years....

Home coming was always refreshing.......!!!

Awww.......I am so bloody tired.......head spinning......gastronomical tsunami......and an anatomicalwreck.......its supposed to be winter and its not cold.......I guess its the Greenhouse.....the daft prick........even the cigarretes taste awful.......I am not really in the mood to rant about things under the sun.....yeah I am just...............tired.........

Unity in Diversity

Out of the zillions of trip one has to make in this rather long a journey of life......this one is really special..............