Cold blood Kolkata
In my own words.
Tuesday, 9 January 2018
Monday, 1 January 2018
Ten Years Down the Line
Life is sad when at the end of the day, you realize that it is your School's Foundation day and you have this urge to call up some old buddies. But you just don't know whom.
Sitting there scrolling through your contact list... Reminisces of the past... Things which would come so fluently to us once time becomes so difficult now.
Wednesday, 8 July 2015
Raining Cats and Dogs
Its raining cats and dogs in here and many in Kolkata must be cursing the rain-Gods for this relentless downpour. With all these constructions going in and around the city, the chance of a prolonged water-logging is high and the situation is of utmost inconvenience, especially for daily-wagers. But being locked inside, going through a post-surgery resting phase, I am actually enjoying the rain.
A lot of people enjoy the rain. I think 'Pluviophile' is the word for us. People relate certain memories with rain. I knew a girl who would smile at rain-drops dripping from the leaves of a tree. She said that they help her remember the day she went out with her father on a solo ride in the woods. That was the most prominent happy memory she has of him. The next day he died in an accident.
A lot of people enjoy the rain. I think 'Pluviophile' is the word for us. People relate certain memories with rain. I knew a girl who would smile at rain-drops dripping from the leaves of a tree. She said that they help her remember the day she went out with her father on a solo ride in the woods. That was the most prominent happy memory she has of him. The next day he died in an accident.
It is not unnatural that I would have a memory too. In fact I have many and as soon as it starts to rains, all of them come crowding to my head. I just want to share one of such memory. 2 years back I was doing my Masters under a professor who had a very sadistic and whimsical nature. I do not hold any personal grudge against him because eventually all ended well for me, but somehow a few memories of that time still haunts me. I remember one late evening in mid-July and it was just a few days before my thesis submission. It was raining just like today. I was working late that day(as usual) and was on my way to his house for a final review. On my way I skidded my bicycle 2 times and was completely drenched. When I finally reached his door, he seemed to be very unhappy with me ( I did not understand why). When I handed him my thesis copy he was furious as he founded a huge number of faults with my work (I did not ask him why he was finding them now, on the final hour, and let them pass by earlier when I have shared the thesis). After much pursing he finally agreed on me doing the corrections that night only and produce an entire fresh copy for the next day submission. I kept my chin strong that night but inside I was broken. I paddled 15 mins in the rain to reach the lab and stayed up all night to get it done. I did it but it was never for a cheaper price. Well! That was it.
No matter where I am and what I do, I always take a pause to reflect on this incident when ever it rains like that night of July, 2013.
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