Now the thing is that, I’m utterly disgusted with my helpful/merciful/generous/compassionate/sensitive and what not nature. I can’t refuse a beggar on the road and people warn me that I’m encouraging beggary ,I can’t refuse a salesman who comes to my doorstep , churns out stories of unemployment ,his incomplete education because of lack of money and hence asks me to buy some homemade/small scale industries product. People warn me that he may be a fraud, he may have some more severe intentions.

Then I encounter people who show me prescriptions of their children/spouse suffering from some terminal illness. They ask for money so that they can atleast feel , that they had tried their best to save their loved ones. People tell me that they are fake. They are not genuine. They make up such stories and fool everyone.

And I’m tired. So, am I going to question everybody’s genuineness? What if I was in their position? What if , I was in real trouble and ran from door to door and people would dismiss my plea thinking that I’m making up stories?

While my beloved friends are braving the hide and seek of sun and rain to make their way for summer workshops in college, here I’m spending my morning reading blogs started way back in 2002 !

Suddenly, as the clock struck 12 , I vaguely remembered an assurance which I had given to my Mom. My Mom kind of threatened me that if I didn’t get her job done from the bank today, she will be left with no other option but to take leave from office tomorrow to get her job done. And since I didn’t want to lose my freedom of using the TV remote and the phone receiver, on a summer afternoon , that too when your exams are over, I readily agreed.

Since my banking skills are as good as Katrina Kaif’s Hindi, I had reasons to worry and felt as nervous as a goalkeeper before penalty shootout, recollecting previous embarrassing experiences.

And I had a grand entry. Without noticing that the door had PULL, I PUSHed it , a lady got hurt, and serious questions were raised about my literacy level.

The bank was least customer friendly. Every counter read ‘single window counter’ when it should have indicated what job it was actually doing.

I followed a lady with cheque in hand and stood behind her in the queue.And then I noticed , That I was being treated as a non entity. People wanted to go before me citing several odd reasons. Its too hot outside(so? Its AC inside), some said theie amount was lesser than mine (whatever).

Some lazy officers around were dozing off, some giving their opinion from everything under the sun , from oil prices to Ram Gopal Verma...

Finally , when I was about to find some reason to be happy in this territory, thinking that my turn has finally come, a Himesh tune rang in the concerned person’s mobile and merrily left his cabin for some pep talk. Returned 10 minutes later, only to announce in the true spirit of punctuality, that it was Break time .

Okay , finally when my turn came, the lady who was checking the form started frowning. “no please no questions to me “,I said to myself and I started searching my Mom’s number in the mobile.

Finally, without any more hiccups, it was done.

Tag courtesy : Macadamia !

Tag rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people, and acknowledge the person who tagged you.

Procedure

I can't help but flout one clause of rule 1, which asks me to open the nearest book. All the books nearest to me are my text books and since I’m done with my exams a few hours ago, I’m not at all going to open them now.

So I venture downstairs to the book shelf and get hold of the nearest book. But alas! This book India 2020 by APJ Abdul Kalam , has some charts on page 123. the next nearest book is Ripley’s believe it or not and again disappointment ! this thin book which is not strong enough to kill a mosquito , does not have page 123. it finishes off in 80 pages.

Okay, no more fumbling. Finally I get hold of a book which does have some text on page 123.

The book is Short Stories collection by Oxford University Press.

The story is One Autumn Night by Maxim Gorky.

“In our present state of culture, hunger of mind is more quickly satisfied than hunger of the body. You wander about the streets, you are surrounded by buildings not bad looking from outside and you may safely say it –not so badly furnished inside, and the sight of them may excite within you stimulating ideas about architecture,hygiene and otherwise and high flying subjects.”

Now the tagging part

Amrita

Matangi

Raka

Manorath

Anybody who wishes to take up this tag

Go and open your books !

i just can't seem to have enough of rain !

for the past hour, have been googling all sorts of rainy pictures, thus crossing my internet usage limit at the middle of the month :(

and did i forget, i have exams too?

and then i watched Alibaba and 40ty thieves on tv.


darn me :(

The other day there was this kind of sarcastic awards function telecast on the tv, organized by a popular radio station. In one section , there was an award ‘city’s shaan’ .

When it came to Kolkata, the options were

1. public bus mein chhed –chhad
2. calendar se bhi zyaada chuttiyan
3. the autowallahs and their notoriety

well, the award went to ‘public bus mein ched-chaad.

But it should have gone to the second option – “calendar se bhi zyaada chuttiyan”

Because that is the exact situation today. And may be tomorrow too.

The communist party of India called for a 12 hour strike in W.B,Kerala and Tripura, in protest of exorbitant rice in fuel price.

And to add 'fuel' to that , the state opposition party called for another 12 bandh on friday. btw, the question is who called first? and the issue being the same, could nt they settle for the same day?

So what follows the ‘bandh ‘ declaration is – news channels calling up a bunch of politicians and economists, people anxiously shopping household stuffs, cars and taxis lining up in petrol pumps to fuel themselves before prices soar up after midnight and universities across the state postponding their ongoing exams…

The morning started with sound of incessant rain instead of the hustles of plying buses.

It rained and rained , the streets wearing a deserted look, in contrast to the usual noise and commotion and high pollution level.

What better way to celebrate Environment day?