Its always about the people and the city...

It has been few days, and now that i look back, i realize how so many things are centered and fueled by cities. Recent conversations, arguments and plans, all are city centric. My sister has had endless fights with the soon to be brother in law about whether they want to settle in Delhi or Mumbai. I have lived in Delhi all my life and in Kolkata for past 1 year. They are starkly different. I am in Singapore for past one month and visited Hong Kong for a weekend...they are comparable... But in any way and case..things go round and round...we pick our bit and that is how it stays...in mind and around Delhi and Kolkata are different. Delhi has a class, so we feel. capital of India, if something happens here, it happens first in delhi. Truly cosmopoliton. We are up running with times..almost everyone is..and managing well. Doing perfect. Delhi has blended with the new era. People quickly take up to new things with ease. It is not some newly turned rich man who has money but no class...mo...

Yes there are instincts…strong and certain. The ones that need no after thought, or convincing. They pop up in mind and take a domain that is reserved for ‘things beyond doubt.’ I had one such instinct last June that this is it for me in Delhi. And this is despite me being a hard core Delhiite. I always maintain that if I want to live in India, it has to be in Delhi else let it be abroad. And now, after 10 months, the status is this: I am leaving for my internship with the Royal bank of Scotland in Singapore in tomorrow. And I am going for a student exchange program in 4th term to Norway. I have never been abroad and this is way too exciting :) I am keen to see where life takes me next…but u know what? I’m all up for it :)

One may never know why they are fond of few things…these things, or rather, I will extend it to people, appeal to you in a way that you have no reason. Nor you have a reason behind why you let go of them…sometimes unwillingly, sometimes, badly, and sometimes out of some stroke of destiny. This story of my life is about someone very dear to me, how I lost him, how it re appeared and how then I let go of it…and nothing happened of my own will or cognizance… Snowy :) The cute pup born in the drain was one of the four-Ronny(the most shararati) Snowy(the nice laid back one), princess (the beautiful) and the forth that was taken by fishermen b4 it could be named. How and in what circumstances they were fnd is also worth narrating. Before them, we loved the twin black pups in Annexe night canteen. One day, the municipal guys suddenly took them off from there, on student’s complain. Huh..how can they be termed nuisance?? Then they came in our life, born in a dry drain in front of the Basketbal...

The realization of “it’s been a month" is all that reminds me that its been just a month after all. 11 July 2009 marks one month for me and likes at IIM Calcutta. Now I have been to IIM Ahmedabad and tend to compare the two...at least used to when I came...It was my difference of hope and reality…but I don’t any longer. And I have reasons to say that. Now I, in no means want to describe my life @ IIMCAL. Its too soon and clichéd. I like it here is all I have to say. I am interested in different stuff that I never saw people mention anywhere in their scripts. So Joka is a place that makes you feel uncomfortable for once. The nearly two hour drive from airport is enough to infuse thoughts in mind which are not so welcoming. And for a delhiite, umm…slightly more horrible. Weather for once, can not be addressed. And I can’t state for the umpteenth time how the place has terribly horrible weather. As you reach the gates of IIMC, chances are you will not even notice you have reached. It...

Dekh liya hamne jag saara, apna ghar hai sabse pyara…... Bang sing the little fledglings of mumma bird once they grow wings and get strong enough to take an endless flight… The poem (which I can’t find anymore) goes like this that the young ones don’t have wings and say that, for us, the world is just this nest since we cant look any further. They grow gradually and the dimension of world also expands for them. From nest to park boundary to fields to the endless sky. All through this time, they were yearning to fly and see how big is the world. Once they do…they conclude… Dekh liya hamne jag saara, Apna ghar hai sabse pyara. Home is where the heart is. Whether someone is homesick or adventurous, wants to travel the world or just stay in routine. There is only one place that heart yearns for. I want to travel the world. See what nature has given us. Explore and Experience. Nearly 25 years of my life I have clung to this place. HAPPILY. But now its time… As I said, I have been indicated ...

It’s said that any replica, in any shape, form, or material of Taj Mahal should never be gifted. It signifies separation, or leads to it. I did gift it to my friend once…. Infact, my best friend, years back…. It was a normal day at school and out of nowhere the discussion rose as to what would we want to own if sky is the limit. She leisurely said Taj Mahal… Days and months passed. I was hunting for a birthday gift for her when I chanced on a small and pretty Taj Mahal replica. Instantly I knew this is the best thing I could gift her. I did. That was then. I wont call it a tragic separation or sad disconnection but we changed school, kept in touch but eventually drifted. Now, I have loads of friends, so called friends, acquaintances on my mail, orkut, facebook…She somehow is untraceable… Choose your gift carefully eh…. Things however have changed… I visited Taj Mahal a day before…earlier people used to go with awe that it will be extremely beautiful and get somewhat disappointed. We we...

Yes, surely enough, we find ourselves saying it’s written…whatever is happening. And we start getting cues that it is, and also getting instincts that this is how it will progress. Godly things, destiny, luck, they are all so simple that they got most complex. If we do go to the heaven’s steps and see our virtue and vice account up there, and what was written, we will realize how apparently it was in front of us! So this is about Lucky. It was written that lucky will survive. I know it will. Everything that happened, all coincidences, all state that he was destined to live, why else one stray doggie in millions gets to go through all this out of the way. I felt as if I was part of a play today, typically, something like “ jeena aur marna toh oopar wale ke haath mein hai…hum sab toh rangmanch ki kathputliyan hai jinki dor oopar wale ke haath mein hai…” So it seemed just the way it is in mythological stories. One curse gives rise to a next incarnation which plays a major role in some gre...