From Kolkata to Bangalore : Etchings of a beautiful Life
One great year at Kolkata.
Ate a whole lot of food, gained no weight, made friends, gained no enemies,created newer hobbies,lost interest in none of the old ones.
But it wasn't permanent. lasted all of 13 months.
2 hours later, life had to begin all over again.
The 2hours too were a lifetime. Some who chose to wait watched the red tailed fuselage of the Kingfisher from their terrace, some who chose not to wait watched the in flight entertainment with the author.
What a symbolic flight.
And so now , yet another wheel of time begins.
The 2BHK is now a One BHK , but being tastefully furnished by me.Boy it is so much fun.
The traffic noise in my apartment replaced by the railway tracks running behind my house.But the trains run at a far less frequency.
The Maid still comes in the Morning.Suits me fine.
The Long walk and the short Metro ride to the office is now an obstacle race over a construction site.
The BPCL In and Out is now a FoodWorld.
The Grass in Basket Ball courts is now the glass in Squash Courts and the small 5 a side football ground is now a huge barren cricket ground.
The front desk with the bored woman , who broke her leg in a basketball match is now a guard who speaks my native language.
There are interesting characters in the office , some becoming good friends , like the Only Jew in my company , or the passionate bass guitarist with 15 minutes of fame behind him.Have left behind the nervous Tamil lawyer , and the scrooge MC Duckish army of accountants back in Cal.
Food is still a passion.Chelo Kebabs have become sizzlers. The cardboard lunchboxes are now trips to the food court.
Life is getting recreated, but i still miss , the walks to the pantry for soups and cold drinks, cribbing about failed projects, crying over signatures and approvals, the Saturday all nighters at Siddhashree, the Sunday quiz huddles at pix,the Monday morning blues at Virginia House, the Tuesday walks to Mirza Ghalib street, the Wednesday treat of Shwarmas, the Thursday night at SPE, the Friday movies at Menoka and Priya.......
Another year later , i hope to have another set of memories like last year.Last year was good in more ways then one.
Hoping for the same , for everyone who enriched my life back there in Cal.
Ate a whole lot of food, gained no weight, made friends, gained no enemies,created newer hobbies,lost interest in none of the old ones.
But it wasn't permanent. lasted all of 13 months.
2 hours later, life had to begin all over again.
The 2hours too were a lifetime. Some who chose to wait watched the red tailed fuselage of the Kingfisher from their terrace, some who chose not to wait watched the in flight entertainment with the author.
What a symbolic flight.
And so now , yet another wheel of time begins.
The 2BHK is now a One BHK , but being tastefully furnished by me.Boy it is so much fun.
The traffic noise in my apartment replaced by the railway tracks running behind my house.But the trains run at a far less frequency.
The Maid still comes in the Morning.Suits me fine.
The Long walk and the short Metro ride to the office is now an obstacle race over a construction site.
The BPCL In and Out is now a FoodWorld.
The Grass in Basket Ball courts is now the glass in Squash Courts and the small 5 a side football ground is now a huge barren cricket ground.
The front desk with the bored woman , who broke her leg in a basketball match is now a guard who speaks my native language.
There are interesting characters in the office , some becoming good friends , like the Only Jew in my company , or the passionate bass guitarist with 15 minutes of fame behind him.Have left behind the nervous Tamil lawyer , and the scrooge MC Duckish army of accountants back in Cal.
Food is still a passion.Chelo Kebabs have become sizzlers. The cardboard lunchboxes are now trips to the food court.
Life is getting recreated, but i still miss , the walks to the pantry for soups and cold drinks, cribbing about failed projects, crying over signatures and approvals, the Saturday all nighters at Siddhashree, the Sunday quiz huddles at pix,the Monday morning blues at Virginia House, the Tuesday walks to Mirza Ghalib street, the Wednesday treat of Shwarmas, the Thursday night at SPE, the Friday movies at Menoka and Priya.......
Another year later , i hope to have another set of memories like last year.Last year was good in more ways then one.
Hoping for the same , for everyone who enriched my life back there in Cal.
posted by tanmay at
12:12 AM
2 Comments:
Your sure had a great time in Calcutta. Hope life treats you as well in Bangalore too
I am hoping you will identify me so not choosing any identity
I can vouch for the nice accomodation and tasteful furnishings :)
And hey, mention Koshi's too...
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