Friday, December 4, 2009

A Calcutta Bus.

I'm in love with Calcutta Buses.

"That's smart" my alter-ego argues.
"Smart?"
"Yeh. Smart to like something that in any case you are condemned to. Like the subjects you research on.""Or a hurricane-destroyed home."
"Whatever."

So there's this thing about buses, you get a lot of insight into people. Mostly it centers around how principled some are of not patronising deodorants.Though sometimes you might also get a glimpse of an intense belief that Dada is just about to return to cricket. But even beyond that, if you care to look hard enough, travelling in buses is also about sensing just that faint betrayal of wanting more. More than having to travel miles and miles in crowds with place barely enough to stand.

Today, returning home late from Salt Lake, I was stuck in jam at the Bypass.Usual journeys from Salt Lake smooth enough. But then, this was an unusual one. So, stuck beside the Hyatt Regency,I chanced to look up from my cell. There was a dinner in full swing at its lawns. And staring at the splendour, an entire bus of people.

Sometimes, just very, very rarely, Dreams find a way out of hearts and into the chilly air.



This was written yesterday, 11:45pm and left unpublished because blogger decided to play truant.

5 chronicles more.:

and in that chilly air they are doomed forever!

you are nothing but a one armed bandit!!!!!!!!!!

@ mallick.

*deep, sad sigh*

@annonymous

nice.

//Sometimes, just very, very rarely, Dreams find a way out of hearts and into the chilly air//....Very Poetic!

Nice :) liked it :)

Btw, Kolkata buses are awful