Nodir Machh Khabena

 Last Saturday morning was explicitly irritating. The first being, having to wake up early. There's nothing in the world that disturbs me more than to wake up early. 

Anyway, woke up by 7 to stand in a long queue, hoping for Maa's second dose. The Kolkata summers did not help, the extreme political corruption and medicine poach did not help and eventually, after wasting my entire morning, I got a rickshaw to get back home.

The overthinker in me already had imagined a lot of deaths due to lack of covid and I was mentally creating BCP plans for all the deaths I imagined. I was stopped midway by the sharp voice of the Rickshaw wala who said, "Nodir machh khabena",

It look me a few seconds to understand he's actually talking to me. The Bangali in him explained how Nodir machh will give me covid and how by avoiding nodir machh alone, I'll outlive the world.

Hence, advise taken and now propagated.

Vaccine bleh, Nodir Machh Khabena

Oh Kolkata ! 

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It Rains Tonight

 

This is the time of the year when we had even semester exams in college. By now, most of you already know that I feed on nostalgia.
Iterating back, many Summers ago, there was one such night when it rained incessantly after a very sultry day, the night before exam, and I closed all the windows to study. Cannot believe I did that given the fact that rains have always struck a happy chord in me, but I did. I thought my future, my job, my life depended on it and how falsely so.
Today it rains again, I again am in a similar exam situation for tomorrow, except that my job truly does depend on it, and I am being all adult about it to look at the rains and not Java.
I wonder at times if my rants about Java are actually privilege statements while the country gasps to breathe. Probably. Definitely. Forever grateful and in fear.
However, Java Gods, Please be kind. Again, privileged prayers. Touchwood.

Mehr!

 

Just yesterday night I got all dippy eyed at the gush of heavy winds and light rain. Almost wrote a post romanticizing the rain.

Just 1hour ago, woke up to a train of continuous lighting and major rainshower and my heart knows, how scared it got.

Read the Bible for a while, prayed for a while, got scared for all the while at the wrath of nature, the wrath of Gods.

These days, everything makes my heart fear of the end of the world. These days, I am not even able to watch Grey's without imagining the worst for my family.

Sabr and Shukr you say?

Mehr! Gods, Mehr!

Plain-bland-boring but no-death life please.