Waves and Sand. Fish and Rock. People and I. Slippery corners. My lifelines. Survive and Excel. Love.
Some cities just don’t give you a living, they breathe and emote, just like you do. Some cities make you what we are today. Calcutta is my soul and it’s DNA is the foundation of my life.
What I possess in Calcutta is beyond words, sometimes beyond comprehension. Feelings juxtaposed, memories unlimited and segmented nostalgia. Very few will understand, many will not. I don’t expect them to.
Calcutta, I live you everyday.
Not screen space but spending few minutes with some of the finest and magical personalities who have lived to accomplish the impossible in fields of various dimensions is an iconic feeling.
Doesn’t matter if they are made of wax, their exploits were real and kissing them on reel was a delightful tete-a-tete.
We worship, we slaughter. We despise, we adore. We nonchalantly care for them, we treat them as commodities.
Creation of God whatsoever, what separates us? Caste, Creed or Religion? Well, all 3 I would say.
Rules are meant for all, written by few for all, practiced by very few but the clan is the same, race is the same, behavior pattern is the same.
What’s different? The geography. The map. The outside world. The inside world.