In a cludy afternoon like this

As I mentioned earlier, there are times when a lot of lines just floats in my mind. But I can not write as I am still searching for the first line to write. So I decided to get started and keep typing. And typing whatever comes to my mind.

It is again raining in Mumbai. And according to some report there was some sort of storm in Mumbai. Within this IIT campus, we hardly have any link to the outside world. And watching TV or reading newspaper is far of reach. What I know is as it is still raining I will still feel lazy to put my clothes in the machine (reasoning that even if I wash, they won't get dry. I am always very good at finding logic behind my laziness.) and I will have to wear the same clothes even tomorrow.

Whatever, when the sky is cloudy like this and the sun cease in giving me clocking information, all my branches and bounds seem at loose. I lay flat in the bed and stare upwards at the ceiling. Although I have to assume the underside of the upper bed as the ceiling. (We sleep in tow storied beds)

Lots of things come and go in my head then. Like what I would be doing if I was at home now. How I would stare at the gooses playing in the pond just behind my home. How I will go to the roof and stare at the topmost twig of the deodar tree and see the little green birds with a stick in the tails circling the tree. Somewhere a cuckoo will sing. I will search the whole tree to find that. This way the clocks will flow, and I wont understand how it became 5 from 3 pm. The sun had ceased clocking me.

Coming down, I would turn on the TV and shuffle through the channels randomly while there is add within Ma's daily soap. Then Ma will shout, "এবার আরম্ভ হয়ে গেছে, ঘোরা"

I'll hand over the remote and come to my room. It is still very dark there, Nobody (me) bothered to turn on the lights. The mosquito net is still hung from the hook and books are scattered randomly in the bed. The PC would be as usual running with no task given to him. I'll say to myself, "ধুস্‌, আজকেও বন্ধ করতে ভুলে গেলাম!". Then I will shut the PC down, clear books from the bed like one clears dust from the table, and dump the books in the table itself. Or in worst case if the table too is full with CDs and copies, I will dump the books in your parent's room with Ma shouting again, "নিয়ে এসেছিস্‌ আবার নিয়ে যাবি। আমি বয়ে নিয়ে যেতে পারব না".

I do not even hear the shouts. I stay awake lying in the in the bed and turn on the computer again (for nothing of course...), log in to gmail and see if anyone is online. Many people are infact, ... online, but I do not feel like talking to them. (I do not always feel like talking). I set myself invisible and start reading my own earlier chats... after a while I go to guruchandali.com and read the (non)sensible gibberish there for a while. I still feel bored. Then I call Abhijit..

"কোথায়?"
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"বেরোবি?"
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"তা'লে চলে আয়"
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And I take your bicycle and go out with Avijit. With no particular reason or cause. Just we keep cycling in the roads and may be have some chats at either KB ghat, or Lelinnagar melar math. Of course we do not chat with each other.

As soon as I come out of my home, it strikes me that I have to call her. I call her and say Hello!
"তুই সাইকেল চালাচ্ছিস?"
"হুঁ"
"তোকে না কতবার বলেছি সাইকেল চালাতে চালাতে কথা বলবি না"
"আরে বাবা কিছু হবে না, আমি পারি।"
"না তুই থাম, আদারওয়াইজ আমি ফোন রাখছি।"
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Evening falls in my city. Still some light is coming from behind the huge pile of cumulonimbus. And it looks like mountains in the far. After a while Ankur joins both of us. And it starts raining heavily.

We have ran out of shelter. When we are on the verge of being completely drenched in rain, Ankur finds an auto. We all go inside. Some one somewhere shouts back... Who the hell is taking my auto out? We try to explain. But that I idea fails. We take our bicycle and fell. Just then the rain stops.

Time was in abundance then.

The Heat is On

It was never so hot summer in West Bengal. It is mid-May and the temperature averages at 42 degrees. Accompanying it there is LOO. The hot and dry wind of central India has somehow spread its area of influence up to Bengal. The sun is so bright that even the rickshaw pullers had to put hood over their head. The uncle next door suddenly looks like Agent Smith as he puts on a stylish sunglass. The white cotton hat has become so popular that every other person looks like Subhas Chakraborty. If you look at any road at around mid-day, you will see it as empty as curfew. Even if some one can be seen, they look like unconscious people dragging themselves forward. The sun has sucked all energy from them like the Glucon-D ad.

Plus there is election heat. As the election phase coming to an end the faces has already began to change their dialogs. While Rahul Gandhi suddenly declares how sure he is about the event of Left supporting Congress again, Karat also suddenly become soft on Cong. The INC is really in a typical win-win situation in West Bengal. While they have pre-poll seat sharing with Trinamool, it seems the CPM led left-front also eventually support them.

The provision of post poll alliance in Indian constitution is actually a betrayal to the voters. The people who have fought against each other in the election, ends up in supporting each other to be in power. Suppose in my center there are two candidates from party-A and party-B. I have particular hatred towards say B, so I vote for A. But I see after election party-A ends up in supporting B. Isn’t it a betrayal? In most of the case voters even don’t know whom they are voting. What will be their agenda and who will be the prime minister.

While one party is inherently anarchist (Why Pranab Mukherjee can not be the prime minister? The answer should be very clear.) The other party has definitely lost a significant mileage just before the election (Is Barun Gandhi is appointed by his Auntie to sabotage BJP? – Just kidding). Let’s not talk about the third-front. We don’t even know who is in and who is out, what their agenda is, and who they project as Prime Minister. If the regional parties get the power, they will first secure their regional interests. Won’t the national interest of India take a back seat?

Ok… that’s it. No more political talks. I should be perfectly apolitical in my blog, where I talk and in every aspect of my life. So I give every party equal mark. I give every one 100%... keep it up; you are doing a wonderful job.