Sunday, July 5, 2015

Then why are you on your own tonight?

There are these photos that I saw on facebook of dear old city of joy and I got all dippy eyed. Kotodin dekhina. But then,  “just 104 days to home” is as optimistic as I can be right now! The Bangalore people have a strange talent of making every food item taste EXACTLY the same! I kind of enjoy this and have my daily laughs at the ‘gota begun’ or ‘sewai er chowmein’. I absolutely HATE the conductors here though who have a tendency to touch your hand to ask for tickets every time. Ridiculous practices. But then, such is life J

Although Kolkata stands as the sole bearer of all of my happy ‘first’ moments, Bangalore helped me tick off a few of my wishlist items, the second piercing and the first police station visit (YES! And nail biting conversation with a pooolish). Yay! The others items would be ticked off soon I am sure but there is a little pain of not being able to share the achievement of passing a certain corporate exam or the shock(read surprise) at coding a certain difficult thing to a certain someone who sits in the nearby state right now, too high and too happy to listen to anything at all. But then, such is life J

Never Beg as my current Whatsapp dp says and Ankita keeps on telling me. Never Beg! Although the weekend mornings can be brutal, very brutal but that is how you grow up right? With or without happy dual photos or reality, with or without you. But then, such is life J



3 comments:

amrita said...

You never grow up without a bruise and a scar - 5 years down the line and you will find that all this have a different perspective. Kolkata and some people here definitely misses you - and look forward to a bit of sunshine. Coding a program is in many ways easier than decoding a difficult psyche :) Like I always tell you enjoy the many splendors of life...Love will happen at the right time. Much love!

amrita said...

This reminded me so much of you -
https://bythefallen.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/calcutta-kolkata-calcutta-calcutta/

But mostly, Calcutta will teach you to be in love. Your first dream, your first crush, the way you would hide being in love like you were 5 and it was a chocolate you didn’t want to share. It will teach you to love faces and places and then it will teach you to love life, just as it is. It will teach you that this is it, that no matter what you get from life now, will not be greater than this gift of being in love, knowing that you would give everything, every inch of your universe for one thing. And you will ask yourself on some days, in between cups of cha, if it’s all that mattered. Isn’t there supposed to be more to life? But is there?

Calcutta may try to become Kolkata, try to fit in but perhaps, it never will. It will always be the sunlight seeping in through the leaves of trees, the stars that you will pack in your bags when you leave. It will always be Calcutta in the song on its roads, in the dance of Durga Puja, in the way you will love and let go, and love again.

Yes, it will get into you. It is, inside of you.

Abhishikta said...

so beautifully written aunty! Ah my firsts!!! :)