saturday was eventful......see my uncle has reacently bought a camera beyond all camera's.......a sexy s9500..... i just had to "borrow" it....... morally it was wrong cause the dude himself hadn't taken a single picture......but what the hell......i scampered to bhowanipur with angshuman........the thing i didn't want to remember was that i had to face a family......a poor family.....in that "para" in which a sad demise had taken place.......this family were quite close to ours back in the days.....one of the daughter's was my nanny o sorts and still loves me like a brother..........their house once a upona time had two shacks enough to provide a roof over the members.....nut the latter shack was demolised to make room for a school.......so these pp;.....2 brothers 4sisters...a father and the mother live in one room....one room half the size of my kitchen........sadly the fater had passed away......i knew he was sick but never got around callin...... guilt led me it the half a meter wide wet and filthy alley.....as i entered the door i never expected what was goin to happen.......one look at me and all o em started cryin.....i stood in the middle o the room tryin to console ppl how had lost all their means of livlihood....these ppl were not like us.....me.......so i stood shocked and mum........for the first time in my life i was outta words......i hugged one......held another while try into calm the mother.......huh like that'd help.......so i stood there...........all the time thaking mom for callin before hand and comforting them, cause i was really not helpin....... or contributin..........the tears dried off.........but the sadness never lifted......i couldn't take it any more.......what reply do yu have to 3 women cryin " aamader aar keu roilona" which was wrong. .....but i just couldn't correct them........ i told them to call me if they need any thing of if they wanted to speak to mom.........and asssured that i'd call and keep in touch........which i don think i do..........as i left the sadness someone said thanks for comin.....i didn't look back.....that single sentence kinda filled mi eyes...... i walked straight to our house.....picked the camera up and returned home...........talked to angshuman for a while before he left.
i had huge plans......the camera...me......but they all kinda faded as i had the house to myself........see i have been told that i was one of those babies who's feet never touched the ground.......i was born in a joint family........eldest of the generation......so i was showered with affection.....going from ones arms to another......they too were a part of my childhood.......the only part significant enough to remember............i did what i always do when depressed........sleep.....but that to eluded me......i moaped around the house aimlessly................it was 5:30 by then.....i switched on the tv to watch arsenal clobber liverpool.......but alas bad days are know for bad things....... aresenal got their behinds whopped by liverpool ...4 to 1.......and that one goal comin f the stomach of the arsenal "center back".....dejectected and hurt i decided enough was enough.... i had to get all of this out......too much sadness for one day...............i called up the oldest friend i have and asked him to get ready and no questions........ my grandma had forgotten her "teeth" at bhowanipur so i had to return em aal the way over in golf green.......
i reached yud's house and told im we'r goin a trip....his sista also came along.....our primary objective was to deliver the teeth first and scower the streets of calcutta takin picture of the memorial...the bridge..........
we dropped off the teeth and zoomed towards maidan........when reachin the "probable" location of the memorial we didn't see any thing....confused we circled and circled.... then....dish pointed out that the memorial "was" there but no lights..........we jointly cursed the electricity board then decided that the government was to blame.....so we parked across saeed minar.....and clicked.......then the lic buildin...
.the where abouts at quater to 11 aren't that good!!!! dark......spooky...and streets filled with strangely disguised folks starin at a trio .....two guys with half pants on, one carryin the tripod in various postion and the gurl......the gurl........that was the look i was afraid of......then through the mist i could smell a very very known aroma.........the burnin of a certain leaf........so as they say......When in Rome, do as the Romans, i took out a pack not just any pack...a pack of tampered special "extra smooth".....and joined in the local past time......just to let em know "we come in peace".......
we walked thru dark tram parks?! gigglin and jompin around.........(which does draw attention).....so we stopped.........and decided it was gettin to late for strolls......
...so we clicked afew more ang triedto find my car..........we hopped on and zoomed towars home............at a maximum speed of 124.6 kmph......yudh was givin me the looks......i slowed down......bu then he started to doze off....he he........like takin candy from a baby...........just then the niccopark flyover came.......he he.......i hit the pedal to the metal and unwillgingly drifted te entire flyover.....alll the time lookin ats yudhs wide eyed expression and laughin my ass
off.......what scared me was that dish was gleefully smilin....hmmmmmm anyways i dropped em of around 11:30.......
on the way home i realized i had no ciggy's...and at this time o nite there' only one place where you can get cigs....... i went to city center....asked for a pack o navy cut.....no navy cut they said.......i was heart broken......in fact no cheap ciggys.......i settled for an overpriced 555 and came back home.......parked the car and took a pic of my street.......saw peerin ppl lookin at a half pant clad guy in the middle of the street with camera and tripod......the whole deal and a thums up in hand lookin into an empty street.......winds carried the neighbours voices....."maajh raate e ki kore aabar"......"chele ta ki out"......"ki ckorche"
......got home watched the barcelona match........finally one team i like won......that was enough of one day i thought and tickled my cat to sleep.....and then miself zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Dreamy is 30 years old
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