parents say we should read a lot!! so that we can generate knowledge??wisdom?? i dont know... thats the most easiest answer to any question.. but at the same time, its kind of a savior.at least for me..
i have started missing these trifling things in my city. i mean the fact that i'll be missing them all is like pinching me every instant.. i know i am speaking the heart of all my classmates, they are bound to agree in their subtle unconscious mind!!!
the stroll from my departement building to the canteen esplanade, looking for the roses, of that particular pink color, and being happy on finidng them peeking out of their paper packets.
Being a regular to the mall next to college, being jealous of the manequin, and her gowns and shirts and shoes, jewellery pieces too. Making faces sitting in the bus, to the guy outside,standing in the sun.
its all going to be at a halt. Sudden.
it still doesn't mean i love my city. No it doesn't. love comes naturally, and i hated it from the very 1st day.. i hate the way people look at you here, the way they talk and treat you. they make you feel like an alien more..or atleast so have i felt..
The roads,alleys,dark and lighted..i took so much of time to be of here.. to be myself again, in here..
and yet again... i am changing places.. faces too. Hearts, ears, hands, food, sky, colors, earth...
i know this is going to be aversive for some..but for an alien,its not.. it is the way i feel, have felt.. i am not imposing..but reciting, coz i thought we had freedom of speech..
i have started missing these trifling things in my city. i mean the fact that i'll be missing them all is like pinching me every instant.. i know i am speaking the heart of all my classmates, they are bound to agree in their subtle unconscious mind!!!
the stroll from my departement building to the canteen esplanade, looking for the roses, of that particular pink color, and being happy on finidng them peeking out of their paper packets.
Being a regular to the mall next to college, being jealous of the manequin, and her gowns and shirts and shoes, jewellery pieces too. Making faces sitting in the bus, to the guy outside,standing in the sun.
its all going to be at a halt. Sudden.
it still doesn't mean i love my city. No it doesn't. love comes naturally, and i hated it from the very 1st day.. i hate the way people look at you here, the way they talk and treat you. they make you feel like an alien more..or atleast so have i felt..
The roads,alleys,dark and lighted..i took so much of time to be of here.. to be myself again, in here..
and yet again... i am changing places.. faces too. Hearts, ears, hands, food, sky, colors, earth...
i know this is going to be aversive for some..but for an alien,its not.. it is the way i feel, have felt.. i am not imposing..but reciting, coz i thought we had freedom of speech..
Kolkata is not in its people anymore. It is more into its alleys,the street lamps,the hawkers who encroached our foot path,the movie posters,street food stalls,the magazine shops,in the smell of the phuchkas in gariahat(the kulfi too)... The rickshaws,the shacks and all.
ReplyDeleteThough m writing all these, for me kolkata is the evening walk with the loved ones,doing photography with my father,gossiping with friends in the new market plaza,bargaining for a toy gun with a hawker and list goes on... It is still the people.Not the People actually,the memories with the People.
thank u for ur views, its basically the difference in perception of the people u see.. my venture in the city has been just for 9.5 yrs, and i guess u have been here since childhood.. so obviously, when i came here, it took me time to get in ethos of things here. ofcourse walking here will be a memory for me too. but there is still a difference.. coz we might differ in our opinion about whom to walk with.. i would rather not go much into it, coz that would bring up an unending list of comments here. :)
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