Sudipta's Life

I have gone into a little introspective mode these days. So the few posts from hereon, that appear profoundly philosophical to me might actually show you how much drab and crap a bored soul can actually produce. Well, disclaimer done! So here I go: I must give you a little background behind this thought. The first time I had thought about this was when I was in Class 5 or 6 I think. It was someone's marriage or some occasion of a get-together... and like all other kids, I was generally running around with the others. After some time, seeing us unruly kids around, someone asked us to carry baskets of fruits, brass utensils, etc. --- in general things that were going to be needed for the puja , from the house to the place where the ceremony was being held ( mandap , if you know what I mean). When we reached there, we came across this aunty who was perennially angry with the world. The only way she could speak was by shouting, and always seemed flared up over the slightest excuse. Any...

I have been thinking... we consider ourselves the educated and thoughtful section of the population. Therefore, we tend regard votebank politics, shrewd selfish politicians and little personal gains as our pet terms whenever we enter the 'elite' discussions. And I wonder, how do these people get so demonised? How exactly do people like you and me, who talk all the politically correct things, do things as subtly evil as Mr. Arjun Singh is up to? The reason lies in things deeper than what meets the eye. Lets consider this: you are walking down the road and spot a wallet lying somewhere. Inside, there is a hundred rupee note and the name, address and telephone number of the person who (presumably) owns it. You don't know this guy, you've never met him. So, will you go and return the wallet or are those rupees just God-sent money for you? Close your eyes... no-one, really no-one knows about it. Will you return it? You will? Good! Lets increase the odds a bit. There is, inst...

"Bus kuchh kilo ka sawaal hai.. abhi to mai jawaan hoon" Those lyrics, probably, were written after the guy saw me somewhere. Just a few kilos.. thats all!! They make a difference between me reaching the end of a little dash full and active and me reaching the end of a little dash all huffing and puffing and wishing that the world would stop for a few seconds and let me catch my breath. I actually do not feel myself to be so, shall we say, "endowed", in my mind. It just comes back to me when I try to get in those trousers, when I tuck my belly in and hold my breath, or when I look at myself in the mirror. A friend just told me, "You look like someone familiar every time I meet you... you kind-of blow up every time". And it was a lady :(( Well, yes, things were ok till the time I was being told this by friends. I used to be cursed constantly when my roomies were forced to share a seat with me on the office bus... one guy almost always held on to whatever wa...