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..............

A very good morning to everyone,which these days essentially comes down to no one.......well chitchatting at 8.30 in the morning is not exactly my idea of a chilly Saturday morning but what the hell, due to my recent habituation(I am not really sure the word even exists)with lot of cofee and not much sleep throughout the confused biological clock of mine I somehow woke up at 8 and never really got any more sleep even if I had the full stomach for it........if at all one needs a stomach for sleep.........but hey...never trust an insomniac's knowledge ofbiology.........So....last night was yet again a night of flashing neon lights in a confined tin can of a space with loud techno music that people fashionably call the 'pub'.......and I finally realized what went through one of my friend's mind when he had observed "disco lights are the irrefutable proof that human beings as a species are not meant for dance".........infact there is hardly anything in my life that is more conceptually precise than the reflection about this apparently affable manipulation of human anatomy that people generally call dance........anyways its not that I am too much fascinated by the culture of going to a pub to essentially indulge into the same activities that I could have done at my home.......butI have good cloths and I enjoy wearing them.....god that is probably the simplest explanation one can come up for squandering thousands of ruppees with pals whose face you cannot even see in the ambience....whose voices you cannot even hear in the blaring cacophony of harmonics......and sometimes like last night you have to drag a drunken sod from Middle East and somehow shove his soggy buttocks over the 'crack' of the two joined beds........but something else happened last night as well......it was the first time I had gone to one of the hotels of the Taj group......ummm.......not all of us were eventually turned into Simpson......so we just decided to drop into the Taj.....well.....at 1 in the morning not many mortals venture in the marble alleys of the Taj......but we did....and a cold coffee worth 350 was absolutely the only thing that we had in mind......'coz never really had any other option......and we whacked a matchbox and a ketchup bottle with the name of Taj stamped all over them....isnt it funny to whack off things left conveniently unattended just for blokes like us to propritorize them?....its just that the girls take the ketchup bottle and the gyz takethe matchbox......well thats about it......'coz when you have a measly snack of 900 bucks all you can think aboutis an absolutely freezing auto ride back home and a tired and lame attempt for a decent space to crash down......and then sleep for...err......two hours and wake up at 8 in the morning just to have a pointless chitchat about things you had done last night........


p.s. More updates: The same sod from MIddle East apprehends that he has lost his glasses........

Ahh....this is my first night before a night shift at the office.....well......dont think I am yet again into some corporate litany praising how spectacular the annual turnover of my company is.....no it is not some company manufacturing launch pads for the next telecommunication satellite....nor will it patent the cure for cancer.....so lets forget about it......its a weird experience trying to stay awake the whole night so that I can sleep throughout the day in order to remain awake the next night.....well I guess its a bit complicated........sometimes I think humans are the most uselessly vulnerable creature in this planet.......essentially a slave of habits that somehow manage to tie them in a predictable knot of stupidity that is more popularly known as the 'system'........I mean it would be really nice if man were just machines so that they can be turned on and off any time.......no I am not talking about being machines of the Hollywood extravaganza of the Terminator........just simple digital circuitry of 0's and 1's.......but what the hell.......we are destined to remain the same old confusion of genetical mismatch.........so I am wondering what exactly should be my agenda throughout the night........I bought a paperback of Roald Dahl....but then I realized the vision of an avid insomniac reader is not so comfortable in a mere plastic chair.......you need atleast an arm chair with a dalmation cuddled at your feet with the melancholy of a lady at a church.......so I turned the T.V on........but then the greatest achievement of science is providing absolutely everything except what we want at that particular moment.........Flinstones at 2 in the morning is not what I call the idea of great night out....neither some wonderfully leering song of scantily clad middle aged females in a nightclub that somehow cradles a pink Cadillac that too in a language I dont know is not so entertaining........so I am not sure what exactly should I do among five sleeping men...........ohh....there is no more packets of potato chips left.........the fags are running out.....gotta save few for the next day........the flashy dinner the Mc Donalds did not quite suffice the 23 year old system of mine..........and there is nothing to do..........I guess there is so much silence a man can bear...........and a glaring laptop screen in a dark room does not certainly help.......