The night was fresh,
with sparks of gray.
Life seemed impossible,
yet it seemed worth it;
worthy enough, to give it a try.
There was a turmoil,
Okay, this is not a post, it is just something I thought I should share. I know that most of you already know of it and it is definitely not something that would get into the list of things that is found on other planets like say, water or ice or some type of life form. Our world is already full of life but yes happiness is something each on of us hunt for, be it consciously or unconsciously. It definitely feels awesome to find a place on earth where people are happy. Continue reading
One night, I had a mental block or in my context you can simply put it as a writer’s block, that means that point of time you know when you actually don’t know that you really know something. That was the night when I decided I should pen down my thoughts, so that I read it the next day when my brain gets back its life in order to sit back and analyze the points I make when my brain is not functioning properly. Continue reading
I stepped onto the land of Kolkata, almost a year back in September 2012. Hailing from Bangalore, it was a drastic step to relocate myself to a city that is so different from the one I was born and brought up in.
Kolkata greeted me with all its glory and broke me down just within the first few days of being here.
The day I reached City of Joy was when I realized that this city also has loads of bitterness, somber and sorrow folded in every corner.
It seems good to be a part of our ancestral heritage to see the rikshawala manually pulling his cart from one corner of the street to the other while he rings his bell. But to me, it always seemed wrong get on their cart and let them pull me around. This simply reminds me of slavery to some extent. However, my weight (after gorging on good food and chocolates) scares me to even think of making the rikshawala work so hard to earn that little wage. after all every girl feels that she has gained loads of weight once she has gorged on to some good amount of calories right.
The thought of visiting a city filled with sweetness brought me here. I used to think that, everything that this city holds is sweet. So when I was actually here, it all seemed different. I still stand by by thoughts, there is sweetness in the air here. There is a bit of heritage in every nook and corner of this city and there is crap, dirt and bitters here and there too.
So if you want to enjoy all the goodies this city has to offer, you will have to move through the shortcomings as well.
Life in Kolkata is a lot more than what one expects. I shows you both the worlds (good and bad, new and old) living together in harmony.
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Here I bet, you will find something or the other to entertainment your naughty mind. Wait , with ‘Naughty’ i mean all those ‘goody goody naughty’ thoughts of playing pranks with strangers.
Walking down from Park Street to Esplanade, you are sure to find the streets bubbling and singing to the calls of the local hawkers here, who do not leave a tad of empty space on the footpath to bring up their stalls.
All I do is, stare at their stall and the look is just enough to bring them to work. You give their products a stare and they get up to woo you with their words to the stalls. (patties ache (there are patties here), ashun madam – bag hobe (Come madam- there are bags here), thanda Lassi hobe (have some cold lassi) … and it goes on)
looking at something means you want to buy it is the basic thought that runs in each of these hawker’s boggling grey matter. That means if my pockets are empty I will have to stop myself from looking at anything that falls on my way when I pass by those streets. How unruly is that?
I just don’t like them to sit mum in one corner, so I keep looking at their stall until they stand up to greet me and when they do that, I simply walk away.It might just sound like I am a sadist but It is a kind of social work you see, giving those people a little job satisfaction is what I think I am doing.
After all if some body looks at the products you want to sell, that means at-least your products attract eyeballs and you are doing a good job.
Hats off to the local hawkers of Kolkata. You guys are good with sales and marketing.
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