Wednesday, August 22, 2012


Nothing can be purer than the innocence of a new born child. I happened to click this photograph of my newborn niece. The morning light peeping from the Window on her left and the solace and comfort in which she was sleeping in the lap of her father created a perfect balance of light and mood. The crude emotion on her face that reflected purity was enchanting. How beautiful this world is...! We realize it only when we see God's creation. 
The thought of "The Child is the Father of the Man" springs up in my mind suddenly. Its about realizing that only once we see a little one that we realize that how we have developed and what we were before. The whole theory of Evolution takes a full circle.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Kolkata - City of Joy, City of Being Lazy.

Kolkata - City of Joy, City of Being Lazy.

Every moment here makes you relive the lazy charm of Kolkata. It was not too late while i realize that the flight was slightly delayed to land at the Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose International Airport. I was last commercial passenger to exit the aircraft. Wait started when the previously filled transit bus had departed and the next one was dure to arrive.
 Meanwhile I enjoyed the wind and weather.
The super active people had not yet restored the display screen of one of the luggage belts, therefore, we were standing in confusion, so as where to expect our baggages. Finally I enjoyed everyone ogling stare at my new VIP Polycarbonate luggage, and the muffled voices in 'Bangaali' were all talking to each other. It dosent stop here.... Mannnnn, I am coming from a flight and am bladder full, please 'do your stuff and move on'... but lazy they..!!

There I found a 'subway' in bangaali airport, another 'misaal' of laziness was just going to be experienced. I asked for a 'shaami-kebab', they started makin one plain sandwich. Ans ask me why, coz., the guy at the counter forgot what I said in an awe to stare at a beautiful Assamese girl. Not my fault, neither his. And he put those shaamis to heat, and asked another fellow to make the sub. This fellow made sure to wash his hand, then pat them dry jerking off the etra water from his fingers, then he rubbed it in a towel, wiped it all dry, took out box of plastic disposable gloves, pulled a pair out of the box, slowly wore them on and then looks towards me and asked. "Sir, What is your order?"...!! Grrrrrr. I was in city of joy, the city of being ubber lazy. — at Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose International Airport.

Your Comments:-

HTML Comment Box is loading comments...