One day, and that day is not far away, I shall not be typing on an empty stomach to an empty audience, that is for sure! However my mind has been lately drawn to the benefits of having a lesser known blog. That all's humbug, yeah. :P
Well, this is just a way of reminding myself of my goals, short term and long term. Please do not mind them if you are a reader. All of us have such pet peeves, you know!
Anyway, nowadays it is only such rarely that I get in a mood to write something in this blog, and thankfully today happened to be such a day! It is a purely personal entry, for those of the readers who are looking for something are hereby warned that they shall not find anything. Nothing for magazines or any entry, no poetry, no prose, nothing. Just as my mind runs.
Anyway, why do I love Kolkata! That would take me an entire blog to answer! I encountered Kolkata for the first time in the July of 2011, and I had only disembarked from the train with my family when we realized to our collective horror that it had been raining heavily without any hint of respite! So, our attempts at surpassing the rainy hours with our waiting hours at the Howrah Station were met with little success; although I did get to learn quite a few number of things. Firstly: that portrait was indeed of Shri Ishwar Chand VIdyasagar, and then, later on, that you have to form a different queue every time you want to order something different at the Food Plaza (we were used to a tolerant intermingling of new and old queues though). Since the priority of our family was clear: to catch the airplane to Silchar the next morning, my father was swift to arrange for a rickshaw and have us transported through the blinding rain to a nearby hotel.
Next morning, as we drove through the roads and streets of Kolkata on our way to the airport, I got a glimpse of things that I had only read about in the books. I saw rickshawpullers literally running with their rickshaws, pulling it by hand, their passengers in total gay abandon! :D I saw tram lines criss crossing through the middle of Mahatma Gandhi Marg, even though it remains one of the most important roads of the entire of Kolkata. I saw handloom shops, saaree shops, and many shops with mouthwatering sweets on display. It didn't feel very different from my own home. It was like my own home, only with a different language and different landmarks!
Well, I wanted to write a lot tonight, but I guess I am just too tired. I will write it part wise. Stay tuned, see you again! :)
Well, this is just a way of reminding myself of my goals, short term and long term. Please do not mind them if you are a reader. All of us have such pet peeves, you know!
Anyway, nowadays it is only such rarely that I get in a mood to write something in this blog, and thankfully today happened to be such a day! It is a purely personal entry, for those of the readers who are looking for something are hereby warned that they shall not find anything. Nothing for magazines or any entry, no poetry, no prose, nothing. Just as my mind runs.
Anyway, why do I love Kolkata! That would take me an entire blog to answer! I encountered Kolkata for the first time in the July of 2011, and I had only disembarked from the train with my family when we realized to our collective horror that it had been raining heavily without any hint of respite! So, our attempts at surpassing the rainy hours with our waiting hours at the Howrah Station were met with little success; although I did get to learn quite a few number of things. Firstly: that portrait was indeed of Shri Ishwar Chand VIdyasagar, and then, later on, that you have to form a different queue every time you want to order something different at the Food Plaza (we were used to a tolerant intermingling of new and old queues though). Since the priority of our family was clear: to catch the airplane to Silchar the next morning, my father was swift to arrange for a rickshaw and have us transported through the blinding rain to a nearby hotel.
Next morning, as we drove through the roads and streets of Kolkata on our way to the airport, I got a glimpse of things that I had only read about in the books. I saw rickshawpullers literally running with their rickshaws, pulling it by hand, their passengers in total gay abandon! :D I saw tram lines criss crossing through the middle of Mahatma Gandhi Marg, even though it remains one of the most important roads of the entire of Kolkata. I saw handloom shops, saaree shops, and many shops with mouthwatering sweets on display. It didn't feel very different from my own home. It was like my own home, only with a different language and different landmarks!
Well, I wanted to write a lot tonight, but I guess I am just too tired. I will write it part wise. Stay tuned, see you again! :)
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