Things I learnt in the past week!

As the title says…

• Boys can’t concentrate nicely, when girls send them love letters. There are exceptions.
• Girls, who don’t like you, always have some problem with you. They just hate you.
• Fox News isn’t News.
• Dhoni has not lost his touch, yet.
• The Kolkata Derby has not lost its sheen. But it is ruining Indian Football.
• The New Facebook Live Feed is lame although innovative.
• Tanmay is a Philosopher.
• Iohannes would chose playing PES 2010 over any other comfort in this world.
• When I love someone, I become mad, and almost too passionate for the other person’s comfort.
• Indira Gandhi still has her share of Haters and Fans, and still is as controversial as ever.
• George Bush is not a hated personality in India. That’s why I say India is different from the World.
• Aamir is going all out for his Next Film’s promotion, 3 Idiots. Maybe taking some cue from the Publicity Freak, SRK.
• My sister has still not grown up. Sometimes, she is such a kiddo.
• People read my Blog, even though I don’t ask them to.
• Iohannes is less lazy than me.
• 2 States: Love Story of My Marriage, is Chetan Bhagat’s life story.
• I can type very fast in my Cell phone. Very fast. At least, faster than others. That’s because I have a proper keyboard in my cell.
• I hate Physics. I never did before.
• I love Biology. I always did.
• If given a chance, I can sleep for 15 hours or more.
• I love School, when I go i.e.
• I get screwed up much more than a normal person.
• I miss my Childhood. Maybe, The moments I had in it more.
• I should have become a Footballer. I was talented.
• Channel [V] is no MTV. MTV is no VH1.
• Pen is mightier than the sword. Sometimes, literally.
• MS Windows 7 is better than Windows Vista. You expected something more? Don’t tell me!
• I like KFC’s brand of chicken. I love McDonald’s more.
• The applications available for iPhone is better, qualitatively and quantity wise too.
• My Maa gains weight very damn fast. That’s more because of her thyroid problems.
• I am very lazy. I cannot keep up to my promises. I forget things easily.
• Mohit aspires to be a teacher.
• Its fun annoying Maheen.
• Everybody in Bengal knows about Classical Music.
• Girls have a fetish for Bags, Shoes, Lip-Stick, Junk [Costume] Jewelery, Kajal. Some exceptions are always there.
• I can love Physics, provided the teacher is good enough. And good-looking.

I need to sleep now. Enough of what I have learnt.

Day Two: Of Chandannagore, Vampire Weekend and Avinash.

I again slept late last night while listening to Music. Completed the album, ‘Vampire Weekend’ by Vampire Weekend by themselves. Heard a lot about this album therefore I was pleasantly surprised by this New Alternative Band. Really superb Music. I am sitting in a train right not heading to the small town of Chandannagore. This town is famous for its lighting during the festival of Jagaddhatri Puja. The main Puja actually is on Tuesday but we are going there two days ago to avoid the immense crowd during that day. It will be my first time there for the Puja i.e. I have been there earlier during Durga Puja ’07 when I and Piu went to see the Puja festivities at Nildeep’s house. The time now is 5:38 PM and I basically have nothing to do except for the singer who is playing his songs very graciously two seats from where I and my parents are sitting. My Dad is peeking at what I am writing trying to see what it is all about. Bio Miss came today and I was able to maintain the impression of a Good Boy which I built up on Day One. She has today given some Homework which I will like to complete. Bengali Miss, Mrs. Jayashree Pan, did not come to teach today as well. She and her excuses.! Went online for sometime but did not feel like doing anything. Did not still feel the urge to open my Orkut A/C and see. I hope that this urge continues to elude me for as long as possible. Lunch was nice today but I am a little irked at my Dad today because he promised we will travel by our Car but instead of that I have to travel in this half-crammed Local Train Bogey. But it’s Ok. I love Indian Railways. Oh, Yes we are getting another Car in the form of A Honda City or A Toyota Innova. Excited about that. The day has been good till now. Let’s see how it ends. I got to rush now. Write later at night.!

Its 12:44 AM now and I just published the first Day’s Note few minutes ago. I don’t think anybody will read that. But I am eager to see if any of my friends actually follow my Blog. Returned from Chandannagore at 11:45 PM. Had a really long day, and nigh too. Walked a lot which I like to do. Walking strangely is something which I don’t ever get tired of. If I was given an opportunity to walk endlessly I would be willing to do that. Because the prospect of ending up at a place I have never been to before is just too great for me. Forgot to mention earlier on today that there was also another person who was accompanying us. It was one of Dad’s workers. His wife’s Parental Home is situated here. So he is quite familiar with the town and therefore, my Dad asked him if he could show us around. He gracefully agreed. So we reached the C’nagore Station at about 6:15 PM. And By God, the station was brimming with people. There was not even an inch to move. It was so difficult to move around. I don’t particularly like crowds and I knew the situation would be like this. I did not want to come but I also did not want to make Maa sad. It was one of Maa’s wishes to witness this grand spectacle of Jagaddhatri Puja here once. So I thought I should endure it out. And endure I did.

This sleepy town which was once a French Colony becomes active during these four days of the Puja. It was playing Host to much more people than the town population consists of. I will post some pictures here. The pandals were Grand in Scale but it always felt like being in a small town of India. The atmosphere makes you feel so. The dressing sense of the people was very down-market, as one Tourist from Kolkata remarked. I felt it too. It was a good overall experience though. I hoped it would have been a little shorter. After I returned home at 11:50 PM, I came straight to my Computer because I had left it on seeing a download was on. I am currently downloading a 3.2 GB torrent of Old Hindi Songs. It’s a great torrent. I want it to complete it as soon as possible. So, I was very happy with the progress because the download speed was surprisingly decent. Had early dinner. I came online at 12:30 AM again. Copied the note from my cell to the PC, and after making a few amendments published it. And gave the modem away soon after. Dad does not allow the modem to be with me through the night or I will chat the night away either with Parul or Mansoor Bhaiiya. I heard that Tanmay has deleted his FB and Orkut Profiles due to a promise he made to his mother. Now that he is gone, I really don’t have any hunger to go back again to the world I have decided to get away from. I am missing everything there as I write this. Avinash probably will be off to his College tomorrow. I wish him all the luck for his education. I wish that he makes it Big someday. It’s very late now, and the day must come to and end. I don’t know whether to classify this Sunday as good or bad or sad or happy or tiring or irritating. I think it was all a mixture of that. Two Days are over very soon. Got school tomorrow morning and have to wake up at 7:00 AM. I hate waking up so early. From now on, I think I should really sleep on time and wake up on time and go to School and Akash Institution regularly. I will try to cut off my laziness in this endeavor. Ciao for now.

With love,

Dipanjan

Oh Calcutta!

Oh People ask me what’s in Kolkata that you are so obsessed with. I have not an answer for them. Words are not enough to describe the indescribable. All that I can manage is a grin and the word ‘magic’. My Kolkata.

There is an inherent charm in the hustle bustle of the city which you do not find anywhere else. Whenever I am out of town, I even miss the frequent traffic jams, people picking up fights every now and then, puddles during rain, ‘Singara’ and ‘Kochuri’, as we call them affectionately. The apparently exasperating Political processions or ‘Michils’, are a sight which I yearn for. I seem to miss the Evening Adda and the Famous Eateries of Park Street.

People in Kolkata never die of hunger even if the person in question is a Beggar. This is the power of love, which takes away the hunger for fodder. There is no place in the world where you can find the same kind of hospitality whenever you chance upon anybody.

Women draped in a Sari during Durga Puja is a sight which even if replicated somewhere else, won’t be able to match the sense of equanimity, that is seen here in Kolkata. Women and the elderly in Kolkata are the safest anywhere in India. That is why, women can rove roundabouts the city streets even during night.

I love the vibration of the city I call home. The passion of the people for poetry and politics is seen nowhere else in the sub-continent. The city is steeped in rich culture. There are numerous theatres and art galleries, museums, library societies, debate halls and ‘The Coffee House’. Aye, there are problems but there is a certain sense of dynamism and joie de vivre that inspires me.

Kolkata can stir; she can hold me when I’m blue. She grows on me. She’s too sexy. Just can not seem to resist her eccentric charm.

In recapitulation, Kolkata embodies the Bengali love of culture; the triumph of intellectualism over greed; the compete lucidity of all emotions; the derision with which hypocrisy, deceit and insincerity are treated; the conviviality of unadulterated Humanity; and the supremacy of emotion and passion over all other aspects of human existence. That is why Kolkata is not for all and sundry.

P.S – “Ninde kore jayi boli….kaal ki moder kaan pata?

Kolkata je gorbo moder, kollolini Kolkata!”