learning and growing

I like watching Bollywood movies,but I don't love all of them because most are mere action movies or based on a love triangle,or revolving around some incomplete love story (which is still likeable),unless it turns into a complete and fulfilling love story,which I find way too Utopian.Talking about movies,I watched 'Dear Zindagi',and though not too captivating,the movie was refreshing.It did for a moment,indeed talk about parenting and as I have already mentioned it in one of my previous posts,that this is really an ISSUE,to be talked about,to be discussed.Even the intellectual middle class and upper class pretend to care a lot about it,but the major crisis of such parenting issues take place within this social circle itself.I will give an example.If a girl from a middle class family becomes pregnant,her parents decide to move her house and they,along with her try to settle somewhere else.If not that,they psychologically torture her ,that is to say torture her enough,which...

Time is moving really slow,it seems.I have started walking too much on the streets of North Kolkata and it does not feel lonely at all when you have got so many sights to witness.Sex which is considered a 'taboo' issue in most middle class Indian families,is all very common on the streets of Kolkata.Back,last week when it poured heavily in this city,I saw two people having sex on the streets and yes they were from well to do families.Around five thirty every evening I see a well dressed up man come near my place and supply drugs to some and despite witnessing, the police does not do anything,they just pass.Last night when I was fidgeting with my clothes and earrings,I heard a man scream loudly.Going nearer the window I saw that his gold ring was stolen and his middle finger was bleeding badly.Obviously it was the doing of the thieves.I felt sorry for the man.Further,there are other strange things happening to me.Last day our department discovered a dead pigeon in the class...

There was a time when I had to walk fifteen minutes from my college to the place from where I got my lunch and then walk back to my college again,which took fifteen more minutes and all of this had to be done within a period break of forty five minutes,so if we calculate I had only fifteen minutes time in my hands to order the food and finish it,and sometimes when the place got flooded with too many people,I had lesser time.This was my second year of college. When I was leaving my Sadan Hostel,there were days when all that I used to have before the dinner were two chapattis with one big 'rosogolla'.I distinctly remember the owner of the sweet stall asking me to have some 'tarkari' from his meal,not once,not twice but many times.I always refused him with a smile but I will never forget him for his kindness.My classmates often smirked at me and there were a few who even told me,that 'O,come on,hostel life is not that difficult,knowing nicely (but never accepting),that...