Thursday, December 31, 2009

FIRST LOOK - contd

Having spent a hysterical evening. I could not refrain myself from forgetting the evening. [P.s] Nothing Fancy, I figured it might be better if I scribbled it out here considering the volatility of my memory.

I indeed wish I had a better story to rant/tirade on, Probably you've heard much of this before, This could just be just another "Man, I wish I didn't do that" Talk!

well, before we begin, I need to take something off of my chest. Something, I've been thinking for a while now. Which Category of Music/Singing best uses the vocal capabilities a person. Not sure if this is even up for a debate. I listen to music which is not very popular among my peers. And that doesn't mean I hear weird stuff. It occurs to me that the type of songs (R&B) which I frequently listen to is completely considered crap by most of my peers, One of the songs I can think of now is "Come by me" by Harry Connick Jr. I assume most would not have any idea about him. Still, agreed to disagree. So the genres/categories like metal, pop, techno, dubstep constitute the hot slings of modern music weaponry, I may pick pop from the above list mostly for its pleasant tunes than the others. Talking about metal, I don't think I require much lab work to narrow them down to one word, that is "Noise". "Heavy Metal/Rock/Metal ..Heavier Metal .. Whatever" all sound the same, don't they ? The "Music" they are looking for is just down to how good a person can shout/swear in symphony. It is otherwise "hard work" in developing a temperamental attitude among the other group of listeners but yes, Are they Standout Vocalists ?, Probably  yes and Are they good with Band Names?, Let me just leave that to you  (eg, Stone temple pilots, matchbox 20 etc) a few I've come across. Probably They look at it now and realize, "Dude, I was so stoned that night, I browned out on the name part"

December the 7th, 2009, Dum Dum, kolkata

Not long ago this happens, I always have a Journey I wish I had forgotten.

Kolkata Metro, a celebrated ride for much of the people in kolkata, an experience which I highly recommend for the city visitors. an inspiration which I hope does move on to other cities. This place has to be given some credit for its flawless maintenance considering the years of service it has been on.

We got down at Dum Dum metro and were frantically looking at random directions for the "exit" sign. There was a huge mob leaving towards a direction. Well, we followed them. that led us to the Dum Dum local railway station. Unaware that both services are operated by different governing bodies and having not found or confirmed anything about the ticket counter we were looking for on the direction we trodded, We didn't welcome the sight of the ticket inspector at the corner harrying passengers.

As we passed by, he stopped us to ask,
Your tickets ? Well, and that is the only reason I'll ever continue to hate him in my life.

He didn't fancy the sight of the metro tickets we had with us. He had no issues rejecting it outright and said us to follow him to a kiosk where there was this guy possibly a little taller than a midget attempting to conceal his height by sitting on an elevated chair and extra thick trousers. He made a totally poorly attempted busy guy kind of look at us. What followed was a ticket for offending their norms.

A stunned look, A couple of faces shrinking, vying for the other to make a move, We exchanged odd glances. Quite frankly, who'd have thought this was to happen, right ?.

Everyone of us now trying to concentrate. The odds were on the table, his pissing display, our awful bengali, absence of sign boards and the link between the two stations. Nothing really did steer us to making a point until this happened. Rajitesh, a friend who was traveling along with us that evening made the move. He decides something extraordinary and starts parading the two of them, What ensued was how he knew about certain names holding big ranks at the railways and continued that he would end up booking them for harassment.

A stunned look, A couple of faces shrinking, vying for the .. wait, this just happened a while back, didn't it ? 
 What was that all about then ? If there was one thing we should not have tried then it was that.

Well, a nimble hand motion of the TTR dialing some number on his mobile and the words "Hello .. RPF (railway police force)" was enough for us to pull on a sorry face. Playing that card, is sometimes tricky,
We could not blame him for attempting something silly like that. who knew, we might have gotten off with it.
but what went wrong, probably we should have supported him, but could it have made it worse or more ? I don't know, a more diplomatic way of approach could have sufficed. If we really did assume that we broke a law there, trying to misuse their service, Then what was wrong in demanding a better explanation. Negotiations ensued and we settled for a nominal fee after the TTR figured out we were students.

The stumpy beaver and his accomplice did win, slyly though, We could have taken it up with the RPF, but none was ready, we never could be. After all, at the end of the day, the question is, Can you cash all the cheques your mouth has been registering ?

End of Read,  More Junk on the way,

Au revoir

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Happy 2010 everyone !

Sunday, December 13, 2009


"An infection is what that arrives generally after an injury so if you perhaps do not want to play spoilsport with your skin then you have to take an antispectic".

"Mom ! , however directly effective it is, am not having that liquid flow over me. My knee is burning already and that liquid you call anti"whatever" is going get my knee worse in matters of both look and pain"

The above part has nothing to do with whatever am going to write now. I initially thought I might recollect that particular moment when I had a severely bruised knee trying to persuade cheap emotions from people but I neither did achieve attracting anybody's attention that day nor now did I genuinely try to recollect it.

So Lets get this Freakin' post started ..

I've been reading a lot of reviews about kolkata lately and comparing them with Bhopal. The comparison was not steered based on the stereotypic views I have had already about bhopal. Bhopal is a good place indeed. Though I have not talked about it before. This place having had part of my ways changed totally, I must have denounced about this place. Now they don't matter anymore as I have now turned to like this place. The basic description in the reviews stated that the city would be an antique place with modern amenities. Its staggering glory and the simple walks of life it supported made me even more geared up. I thought I was up for an eventful winter with my temporary move to kolkata regarding an intern program in the Indian Institute of Science Education and Research, Kolkata now befalling. I never had the time to count the odds and reckon the list of other possibilities that may have suited, I simply had to accede right away.

However emphatically I try to brief every read of mine, It often occurs to me that I can never skip a train journey description if it played a part in my illustrious expedition. Though I didn't have much trouble with any of the "question marked people" this time around(the Eunuchs) I managed to travel a 36 hour torpor without a pantry car ! The entire train had no food wagon otherwise. I don't know if there are so many other such trains. The journey was totally unpleasant. But yet, there was a mild breakthrough, the journey was made a bit passing by from an unexpected friend of mine. Thanks again, Adarsh V Jois, for all the trivial conversations that passed by which were totally out of the world, Grade A, Futility.

It was just 5 pm and kolkata was already preparing for the darkness to set in. This unusual thing restricted me in having a personal first view about the city leaving me to concentrate on the uncomfortable journey I was in. Of course, kolkata might have better places to primarily review about but I wish to differ. The local railway station is under my radar.

[P.s. the follow up happened a week after my arrival in kolkata, a good day in the city spoiled by a return trip so as to say]

December the 7th, 2009
I guess I have now reached a level from where I doubt if I can talk about railways again or would expect anything curious in my journeys to follow. Any of the description that follows shall not be influenced by the allegations I made of the same before. It just gets me worse as I try to explore every celebrated journey of mine. For the first time, I underwent the experience or preferably the wrath, every rural Indian has been facing , it is simple, the problem is "space". Make your preferable imaginations, it was 10 people in one square meter area. No possible room for the slightest movement of any kind, a strong and vile emanating stench, Staring individuals who looked like they were actually not pleased with the uncomfortable stature of mine and finally to make my description still more interesting, there was this individual (vendor) in the middle all curious trying to make a sale of his overcooked snack. He should probably be the stupidest of all in the crowd. No wonder he should probably not bother "how" or look disappointed, when he finally notices the diminishing count in the number of packets he had brought with him. Can't really blame him for trying to impress people with his antics. Most of my time inside the train went out desperately in reach for fresh air. I also had to keep a look on my pockets as well which normally wouldn't have occurred to me if it was for unless Rajitesh (a friend again), who earlier that morning had his mobile flicked away.

One conclusion finally, if you are still dreaming of a developed means of transportation to see here. maybe it has some metros which can satisfy the standards you may expect but certainly not the government railways. It is clearly out of reach to see one with a lot of potential and corrupted barriers in place. For all those positive reviews ! here it is , in your face !

Man, this sucks, I feel like writing more but my Quant guide is here.

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Au revoir ..