And here i go again

In case if you have been wondering if i were that busy, you are right. I was. I still am but my schedule is lighter than before and hence i am writing. A lot has been happening since i arrived in West Bengal. From meeting friends to other stuffs, everything has been a hell of a ride. Most things on my bucket list are done. A few things still remain and hopefully i will tick them off very soon and happily. Mother is out with her friend and i am alone inside my room reading 'Selection Day'' by Aravind Adiga as well as writing my blog. Lately i am getting some weird responses from neighbours regarding my lifestyle. Not that i care but i wonder what makes them think about me so much. I thank you all for investing your time on me. And yes I do not consider my mother as a baggage to all who want to hear it out. She is my responsibility and it is my good luck that i am travelling with her wherever i go. Not to forget that in future too, i shall do that. I shall take her with me to all those places that I will visit. If she wants to stay back at her own house  here,it will be her independent choice and i shall never speak a word. As long as she wants to travel and stay with me, again it is her choice and my privilege. She helps me out with so many things i can't even imagine. Anyways. Only if people get a life of their own. And that reminds me somehow of the current polls and two friends asking me to write on it. I won't. Let it be. What the country needs and what the country feels has nothing to do with the individual betterment. So it does not matter who wins as long as the population of the poor, homeless and educated literate keeps on growing. So no talks on that otherwise i might end up writing long notes of agitation and revolt. Speaking of agitation the current vandalism case in Vidyasagar College at Kolkata is shameful . My mother is an ex-student of this very college and was shocked to learn that the statue of Vidyasagar was smashed by some political party candidates. The name of Vidyasagar which was so limited in its popularity within West Bengal soon spread all over the country. For those who do not know much about Vidyasagar, go and google. He played a very important role  in the 19th century Bengal Renaissance and has been a firm advocate of widow remarriage, abolition of Sati and child marriage. He went an extra mile by even getting and permitting his son to marry a widow- a revolution of its own kind during the 19th cent in Bengal. He has some immense contribution in the field of Bengali language having written ' Borno parichay '. He was one such figure who led to the establishment of so many schools and colleges in Bengal. And that is how the politics in India repay him. By smashing his statue. Of course there was no heartbeat inside the statue but  what exactly makes you feel that the little population of literates will be inclined to vote for your party after such an incident. Is the fervour for getting a vote or votes that high ? How does it work to demolish the cultural and historical significance of what some people speak of as utter rubbish. It was chaos and disorder but not all chaos justify or gives way to revolution especially at events when the need for such a disoriented disgusting chaos is not asked for and cannot even be a product of pre-planned plotting. Plotting in turn brings be back to some daily things of my common life. The temperature is moderate today and that prompted me to think things with a calm mind. According to my grandfather a stay at my hometown till my marriage would ensure a better ,peaceful living for all of us. I second his thoughts. But I am not that girl and people don't get that. They perhaps never will.A peaceful living is okay but gets boring after sometime and anyway what is the thrill in living and staying in a single place that too a place where i have spent almost eighteen years of my life. Coming back to home; this idea or concept makes me happy only when i think of coming back to my hometown after a year, which i actually did this time. The excitement won't be there if i decide to stay here and work. Further, i think i am learning to deal with the world and I am learning it better because I am outside. A safe secured place at home cannot help me grow. And these are just baby steps that i am taking. Exhaustion is a mandatory companion outside and on long days when everything goes wrong at work i only wish to get back to my hometown along with my mom and make her feel more comfortable and myself less competitive. But I am not that woman. And i don't know for how long but i think i will stick to my decision of staying away from my hometown and travelling to places, staying there, knowing different cultures. Chhatarpur is boring as hell and it has got nothing to offer me except for my salary. But even this one year has been some experience. At 18 years of age who would have thought that a girl like me would be able to happily settle in a place like Chhatarpur. But i did. Not happily. but i did survive. So the worse phase is happening to me right now. Worst can be so many other places in the world where there is no women liberation, where women are told that their place is inside the kitchen and are raped everyday but they are unable to do anything about it and keep silent. Or maybe some lonely street at night or an empty bus where men gangrape their innocent victim. Not going to all of that. Worst is also coming back to home knowing that you will not see your father again. Time to dine.