It’s been over one and half years since I had
started working in Kolkata. Bloody hell! Time sweeps out faster than a person
dying from “Avada Kedavra”. Alas, I
haven’t really visited the city of glorious history (and may be an awesome future,
from the point I am looking at). May be too busy with my work, may be a bit lethargic
to move out of bed during weekends, or maybe I never felt like (after all what
is the point in roaming around alone with no reasons). Whatever be the cause, it’s
a bitter truth, I have rarely gone to places other than 8A & 8B ODC, Office
cafeteria, EM By pass and a few other places, where you need to go for your
survival.
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| Sun-Set on Hooghly river |
However, today I went to meet Ankrit and we
decided to go by riverside and sit on bank for some peace. In fact you can
never find peace on Ghats apart from midnights (always plundered with people
who never end up their rituals, one after another or the love birds or the
people having an anti-social environments creating around them). Still we
managed to conjure a place like that. I do have passed that place numerous
times, but never felt the bamboozlement like this ever. The boys were swimming,
making races with launch passing bye. Suddenly one of the boys caught hold of
it and was surfing on water (lying on it). That was something. He then climbed
on it, and went to the rooftop and then like a dolphin he dived…WTF…from a
moving launch. Before, I could see where he has gone, he climbed again.
After a while a party launch (which is being hired
for party having pubs & disc on it, pretty expensive, 15K bucks an hour)
passed by….whooooooooooossssssssssshhhhhhhhh.
and it emitted a simple small wave. Ankrit asked me to fold the pants and stand
in the water. I did that. The wave seemed small, when approaching the shore,
rose high, bigger. The nearer it came, it grew. Am I going to drown away? By the
time it reached me, it wasn’t actually touching my feet rather, making me wet
up to my crouch and that two with a force that could have turned the dynamo (if
available there).
Gradually the sun turned down, the white sky went
blood red pink and then it disappeared into the black. The only thing left were
small lightings emitting from mid-river water treatment plants, Hooghly dock
and at a distance Howrah Bridge was visible with its twinkling lights. We had “Litti-chokha”
a typical local dish of Bihar, UP & Jharkahand, yummy enough not be
procured at other localities in abundant quantity (bitter truth). I had it
almost after 5-6 years, and was too good. As Ankrit was telling me about the
new released “Sanghai”, my mind was thing something different. That is the
problem with it. When it gets awesome demeanor, chilly environment and good
food, it won’t rest rather thinks a lot (sigh!!).
It does make sense, Life gives us many chances to
compete, and it’s up to us weather we surf on it or keep away from it. The
small boy was enjoying a lot, in spite of pain, when he was hitting water.
Still he was enjoying. If we do something that is our passion or we like to do,
no matter how adverse the situation is we will be happily doing it. Sometimes
the problematic wave doesn’t seems too tough than it really is. When we realize,
it’s too late or in a condition from where we cannot move back. The only
solution is to be firm enough not be get drowned away. Nature teaches us in
many ways. All beginnings fades away, apart from ones deed that glows even in
pitch black darkness, some deeds that will be praised only when there is
darkness as in broad day light it won’t be easily visible.
And finally I realized…My brain thinks a lot when
free…
