Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Blues for my Job
Oh I wake up in the morning, and I
prepare to get to you.
I don’t wanna wake up daarlin’,
but you know I gotta feed me too.

Oh ever since I met you baby, I’ve been
crying to let you go.
You make everyday a Monday baby,
and Sunday’s too short to know.

Baby why do you treat me like this, why
bore me the way you do.
You got them nagging habits honey,
I got them back breaking blues.
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Yes I'm bored. Yes I'm jobless at work. But just for the record I don't hate my job. I think I just rue the fact that I'm not talented enough to not need one. And absolving the same in view of the overwhelming mediocrity surrounding oneself can't be the answer now, can it?

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Pujo Houseguest

A friend's blog introduced me to an online community of travellers by means of which strangers can seek/lend help to other strangers who share one common passion. Travel.

So I promptly signed up for the same knowing fully well that there's not too many places I can travel to and still keep my job at a law firm, but I can atleast be a host to friends coming in from across the globe. Day before yesterday I got a call from a young guy called Tao Li from Berkeley who needed a couch in Calcutta for a couple of nights. Its Durga Puja time in Calcutta and most hosts have their houses packed with relatives visiting from all parts of the country. I decided to put him up.

Tao Li, at first glance comes across an emaciated white american with a huge head. You wonder what your mum is going to say if you bring someone like him home. But give him time and he starts speaking of his travels over the last one and half years, and his experiences therein, and all of a sudden you're sucked into this meandering world of a 22 year old which keeps floating across different images and cultures and experiences. In the last 16 odd months, Tao has walked across Japan, Korea, Mongolia, China, Vietnam, Laos (did I spell that right??), Thailand, Bali, Malaysia and Indonesia before finding his way to Trichy from where he travelled along the Eastern Ghats up till Bengal. This is where he sought the shelter of my couch. On speaking to Tao you realise the difference in the Hinduism of Bali which is used as more of a tourist attraction and the Hinduism of India which according to him is a way of life. You find out that Europeans staying at Korean Temples are really rude to other guests and that in China no matter what subject you're good at or inclined towards, its the state that dictates what you can pursue in terms of higher studies. He'll tell you how he learnt to fast in Indonesia during Ramadan and how the same has helped him to save costs in respect of food when he's low on cash, and how Mongolians percieve Buddha differently from the way most Chinese do. And all he needs in return for such stories and perspectives is a couple of nights shelter and a fulfilling meal.

Tao left today. While my friends and my parents were extremely sceptical when they heard that I wanted to put up a complete stranger at home, it was my blunt adamance that allowed Tao to stay at my place. Tao by his mere presence won over all of them. My mum loved him and even cooked a special bong meal for him last night. My friends were in awe of his age and his unmatching wisdom and maturity.

I'm glad I put this stranger up at my place. It was a act of faith which was rewarded with belief that the same can be sustained. I've been let down by people I've loved the most and thought I knew really well. But then you find guys like Tao, who bring more to the world than they get. And no matter what you do for such people, it'll always be far less than what they've shared with you.

Tao is headed to Darjeeling today, and then the North East India from there. Then he travels back to Calcutta to take his GRE before setting off to Pakistan, Afghanistan and the Middle East. This is wishing a super hero of our times good luck for his travels and journey. May he find his Ithaca, wherever it may be.

For those who wish to participate in hosting travellers, and in turn be hosted on their travels please sign up here.

Also last but not the least, thank you Rahul Saha for introducing me to Couchsurfing. I had my first houseguest, and am feeling quite blue now that he's gone.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Churchill Brothers clinch Durand Cup 2009

What is it with teams from Bengal and football finals? Last evening 16 time champions Mohunbagan AC lost to 3 time finalists Churchill Brothers after drawing first blood. The final scoreline read 1-3 in favour of Churchill Brothers thus crowning them the Champions of Durand Cup '09. I was languishing at work while the game was on and hence can't really comment on what went wrong. All I know is that being an East Bengal supporter I committed sacrilege by rooting for Mohunbagan simply cause they were a Calcuttan team, and all for nothing!
This is the second tournament this year that football crazy bongs have lost out on in the finals. The last one being the Santosh Trophy loss at the hands of Goa.

I-league starts from 3rd October. Its got a horde of new teams this year, namely Pune FC, Mumbai FC, and the first ever club from the talent filled North East India in the form of Lajong FC of Shillong. Also there are 3 teams from Calcutta that shall feature in the Indian premier division; ie. East Bengal, Mohunbagan and Chirag United. That is something to look forward to especially considereing that it does not end with a final.

Of Fried Notes (Rainwashed City)

Today was another rainsoaked day. Beautiful. I could only spare time for lunch late in the afternoon, and as a result most of the regular roadside stalls I visit to buy my daily lunch had run out of food. All but this one South Indian joint near the Rabindra Sadan Metro Stn.
In return to my 50 bucks the stall owner had 3 wet Rs.10 notes which I refused to accept. He very sweetly asked me to wait a moment in which he finished cooking the Dosa for a waiting customer, scraped it off the tawa and proceeded to put the wet notes on the frying pan and literally fry them like rotis before my very eyes while smiling sheepishly. He did the whole routine including turning the notes over and heating both sides and finally returned them to me crisp and dry.

My first fried currency ever. Calcutta as usual never ceases to amaze.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Of The Rainiest Days in Calcutta

I earned a puntured tyre on a waterlogged EM Bypass, got sprayed in muddy water by passing cars enroute to work, submitted to my mother's demands of carrying an umbrella, sat in office with my socks drying on my chair, stood at the chai-stall singing Simon & Garfunkel with friends getting more drenched by the minute, sat in office dreaming of whiskey and khichuri, stood under sheds with my back to the road and smoked using my body and existing physical structures to prevent the cigarette from getting drenched like myself, and slept well to the sound of the rain.

Today its raining no more. All is back to 'normal'.

I like the rain. When she comes, she roars; and my city streets, they shine rustic ravaged by her touch.