the rat racer!

she said... "but can you afford me?"

N she said... "i'm doing alirght... but he's making good money.. so its easier to get married"

she told me... "there is a rush to make money vbv... there is so much to be done... mayb yr in cal.. so yr oblivious to it"


all of this is... so bby... afterall.. the city nvr sleeps... they're always in sucha hurry to do so much... and become something more... and make a difference.. or... err.. as he likes to put it... they always want to live a life.. 2 sizes bigger than their shoes.. with a bigger holiday.. a better car... a fancier dinner... and slightly more exclusive clothing...

and then you pan into kolkota...

with exactly 3 multiplexes.... (bby has tht many on the versova rd)

abt 5 fancy restaurants.. (kol has a million good restaurants… but who are we kidding.. its not abt eating good food… its abt going to a place which is worth dropping a name of… in a conversation J)

and a laid-back life-style that says.. work will happen one of these days… we’ve been working for a very long time… it’s not like we have managed to avoid breathing or eating… life continues as it is… so why not sit-back and enjoy the ride…

nothing… or no-one signifies this better than the editorials on those Telegraph pages… that greet us every morning.

On the day of Bengali new year.. I come across this article.. that traces the history of Bengali sweets… how the eating patterns have evolved over the last 200 yrs… and the main shops that have played a role in introducing new sweets… also how the culture has changed and now the bengali’s have a lesser taste for these things..

It’s amazing… cos this isn’t the only time something like this surfaced in the editorial pages… there were aricles about Pakistan… about cinema… about independence… which were all written in a similar vein.. the important characteristic to note here…

Is the sense of grasp on time… the ability to step back… and take a holistic view of a situation.. and then comment on it… in a third-person… is a charactheristic.. of a very mature culture… similar to what some developed nations & their ancient cities might exhibit.

When you are… surrounded by such grandeur… and greatness… and you see ppl in another city.. (which was yr city) striving to drive a 1.6 ltr car.. instead of a 1.4 ltr car… you wonder… exactly which one of us… has lost the plot on life J

I read an interview of rahul bose… where he said… manhattan… and kolkata were 2 of the most interesting places in the world for him.. somehow I wonder… was he thinking what I’m thinking?

question the intention

the skies... they cry my tears...
as your absence asserts itself..
the winds.. they chase down the city..
looking for traces of your fragrance..

its lonely out here..
so lonely within..

its not that you were here
for too long..
but your aura just influences things
a lil too much

a lazy sunday or
another manic monday..
will never quite be..
just the same again

anything... to every1? :)

So weak... I feel so strongly now!
Its easy... To see what can become
Tips of my fingers... Give me a funny vibe
Its dark inside.. While the sun shines bright

They'd warned me.. This is what'd become
I laughed back then.. They laugh at me now...
Atleast some1 laughs... All along
Did my actions actually.. Spread joy around

She looks so pretty.. When she's out of reach
Did he forget the time.. He made her cry
It was all fun & games back then
The only thing that continues.. Is now a disconnect!

Its in her smile.. That child like innocence
Which shines like.. "you had me @ hello"
With good-bye's.. Come good lucks.. Good nights..
GOOD GOD!!