In Kolkata and what not

Right after 'fani' [cyclone] did not not strike us the way it was expected to yesterday night [ after midnight], i went off to sleep knowing that it is going to be a long day today. I woke up and had an application to fill up and also had to make an important call. I washed my clothes, had my breakfast and I am writing now. Obviously i cleaned my laptop before this. This is the first time that i opened my laptop in Bengal. And trust me i was not sure if i should because i don't have enough time. But since i am free for the next thirty minutes, let me write down a few things. I boarded my train from MP on Tuesday afternoon and landed in Kolkata on Wednesday morning. It was good to be back in my Bengali land and instead of uttering ' bhaiya ' i could actually utter ' dada ' everywhere after a long time and that itself was a matter of joy. Anyway. I booked an uber car as soon as i landed with my mother in Howrah junction and within 45 mins i reached my place. I have been moving in and out of my aunt's house since then. I had some 105 messages in my inbox all unread and  also some important mails. I quickly went through most of them after freshening up. Some i did not even bother to check. Some of  my colleagues texted me  and it was good to know that they cared. My cousin and i had a long discussion on Rabindranath Tagore and also about some future prospects. She told me all about her monotonous humdrums as well as some interesting things like for example she helped her fiance buy a flat and it was her who did all the work right from talking to the promoter to getting the advance money paid. She talked of marriage then and saw the huge question mark on my face. And we both laughed. She also talked about the new school she has joined. We talked about other cousins working in other fields and again discussed about our lives. Well in no time her student arrived at eight in the evening and i went to the roof to have a good gaze at the stars and aeroplanes. My mother accompanied me and since there was this cool breeze blowing, it made us so comfortable to simply sit and stare at the sky , the airplanes and the crowd down on the streets everywhere, without thinking about the mosquitoes and the possible diseases the bytes of such tiny creatures can cause. I think this is something that i miss in MP given the locality. I mean the staring at the crowd without them knowing that we are. Anyway. Soon my aun't joined us and she started appreciating me for my hard work, my persistency. But I was in no mood for that because all that i could think of during that time was of some old habit that i had left behind and may God save me from that. That reminds me. I have started to avoid tea. Last day when i arrived at where i am staying now [ also an aunt's house] i was offered tea and i said a no. In less than 30 minutes my hands were all cold but i was sweating. It was all very cold yesterday by the way. It poured heavily in Kolkata yesterday because of the cyclone and all shops, transport service, educational institutions and offices were closed. To get back to the point i was all cold because i needed tea and i did not drink it since the day i arrived here in Kolkata. It is tough. Imagine how it must feel to have not touched alcohol for a year. Anyway. I just hope I am able to maintain my grounds. The tea has been replaced by ice cream and cold drinks and I am not okay with it either. No matter where I go my relatives are giving me fish to eat and i don't care about fish anymore because the only fish that i like now a days is Hilsa and i am trying to get hold of it in a market place which is famous for this. I am angry because I could not visit my college and university yet and i have like two three things to do there. Leave things. I am suppose to get some seven novels which is due to me since January . Yes peeps you guessed it right. These seven novels are my prize/ award for topping Masters and i can't wait to get hold of them. It has been quite sometime since i have actually held a good book of my choice in my hands and read it the way a good book should be read. That is at a go. Shall write soon again. Time to get going.

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