Thursday, December 29, 2011

Kolkata and London???

Kolkata will be London she promised. She dreams big, and speaks loud for sure.

We can never belittle her dedication to rid Bengal of its eminent misery-the CPI(M) rule. Not only has the rule turned out to be detrimental to our state's progress, also, it turned out to be a monopoly and a a feeling of absoluteness crept into the minds of our dear ministers. No, I am not here to curse any minister or even pin-point the things that irritates me beyond control, but today, just analyzing what the ministers actually do, I feel ashamed that I was even born in this state of rich cultural heritage.

From the rubble left behind by the cruel and self-satisfying Left Front rulers, it is a mammoth task to re-build a state to a recognizable something. What had that old man done at all? Destroyed industries, ruined the state just for personal benefits! And indeed he will go down in the thick volumes of the to be published History texts as one of the best politicians the country(forget the state) has ever had. He was indeed a politician of tertiary capability, and I, having no personal issue against him, will say that he redefined politics in the state. If politics is a bad game today, it was he who introduced such politics in the state. What didn't he do just to get the votes needed to stay in power! All the fake promises to the sections of the society, posing as a hero by saving the lands of the illiterates, by pacifying and negotiating with the rich men and especially the "muslims" and the list goes on. He had a mission and a vision, but all of them started and ended to stay in power. Indeed, this was our late dear ex-Chief Minister, Jyoti Basu(RIP bugger!).

The lady with an rock-solid determination fought single-handedly to dethrone the Left Front and indeed, Bengal needed that change. If the Left Front has been completely shaken from their foundation today, all of the credits go to her. I still remember seeing her in the airport. What a simple and straight-forward lady she is! Wrapped in a cheap sari and with a pair of slippers under her feet, she paces up and down the state, ad yes, this is our new Chief Minister, Mamata Banerjee. But her visions are too far-fetched I believe. Kolkata can never be London! I mean a place where in every odd corner of the streets corruption thrives in jocundity, can that place ever be London! Where houses are built on clouds and smokes, lying in the lap of lies and misgivings, can Kolkata ever be London! She toils, she works alone, she does what she does(almost every time with utmost stupidity to again pacify the "common" people), but despite her efforts, has there been the metamorphosis she promised during the elections?

I was really taken to the limits of my tolerance by a taxi driver of a pre-paid taxi of the Howrah Station. That little weed was teaching me that Dunlop is just limited to the Dunlop Crossing and not before and after that, where very clearly it was written at the taxi counter in bold caps-"VALID UP TO 1 KM RADIUS." This was just one incident. Every day, when we look around us, we can see many more of such nonsensical wrongdoings.

I don't write this with a conceited feeling of the fact that I am perfect. All I want to say is that revolution is not complete in words. Revolution is not complete at the superficial level. It comes from within every individual. If one has a heart that weeps at the present scenario, he must change if he is human. Extinction of poverty, illiteracy and corruption can never be done miraculously, nor can it be forced upon by Government officials. It has to be done by people and people themselves. The least that our beloved didi can do with her Government is support, and someday, Kolkata, I believe can be the best city on earth. Even I may not live long enough to see that day, but someone will I sincerely believe. 


Tuesday, December 20, 2011

I Hate...!!!

Hello Friends! Back to blogging after a small "exam" break. I hope you all have been doing well and keeping good health.

In this post, I'll basically re-justify the fact why I hate my college and why I am forced to being selfish. Before I move on, I would humbly apologize to those of my college whom I really love and respect. And to those who think they deserve my love and respect, well fella, you gotta earn it!

One of my beloved juniors, who I love as my own brother, asked me this question today-"Dada, won't you be present at the saraswati puja celebrations of our college?" And quite contrary to his perception of me I said an over emphasized(just typed in caps) and a straight-forward "NO." His astonishment was obvious and I quite expected the "Why?" I got in return. But the answer to the why, was too long to type on a chat forum, or rather too long to make a chat boring. So I summarized it in a sentence I love the most-"I hate my college."

Now what am I in college? I mean I am who I am, but what do I really do to put up forward the image of my college's ambassador? I participate whole-heartedly. I am an active member of two clubs. So my dear brother and the rest of thee first year guys and girls often see me everywhere. They must think that I am a devoted patriot of my college!

Right? WRONG! I'll justify why I do what I do. There are a few things you can do living alone in a hostel. One of those things are to sit with text-books and mug up everything from the first line in the first page to the last line of the last page. Many people do it. I don't, rather I cannot. And to be honest I will not. If my education is bound within pages of textbooks and I am judged on how well I have mugged up my texts, I better be uneducated than going through such education. So this possibility is eliminated for me.

The next type is do nothing. They are the local heroes, generally boast a lot about their masculinity and their encyclopedic knowledge of pornography and also, their varied and numerous experiences at tasting the different brands of liquor, cigarettes, drugs and marijuana. They criticize, they don't a thing other than sleeping their days off, they don't even manage to complete the first sentence of the first page of their textbooks. I am sorry to say that they are most in numbers. I can be social about everything but not a boastful addict.

Now there are the other hybrid types and the perfect types too. I hate both the others, but I'll limit myself to mentioning the two extremities. Now look, I have to live alone with nothing that I love can I do. So if a club's activity helps me improve my speaking skills, I join in. If a quiz competition helps me improve my GK, I participate. If a debate helps me speak better in public, I debate. If singing make me happy, I sing during cultural events. The truth is I have a selfish reason behind every of my deeds and activities which is quite opaque to most of my college mates, seniors and juniors. So basically an honest confession before them will be synonymous to hypocrisy on my part.

Sorry guys, I cannot help being more honest, because this is the most I can be. I am selfish, I am ruthless, I am heartless and I hate my college. This is to all who have personally taken care to make a funny showpiece out of me or to make my life miserable-Do what you want, I don't care, because I don't need to.

Lastly, I will end with a message to those I love and respect because I know they know that I love them. I am sorry guys, but this is not fury that you see. This is just despise and hatred. Don't belittle my love for you after reading these words, because I'll love you and only you of everybody in college. You are the guys I live with. Thank you for being there for me.