Friday, 26 May 2017


It’s official. The Calcutta heat has got the better of me. And add to it the recurring hangover of my recent trip coupled with the gut-wrenching, sleep inducing, exhausting pain of impending separation (temporary, but still) from someone. Voila, every day I am dragging my body off the bed and heading for work while mentally cursing my pitiable condition and coming home with a terrible headache. My urge to sit and write a few hundred words for my infernal blog has gone on an indefinite summer vacation too. I have a habit of playing ‘what was I doing last year this time’ game when I am feeling either overjoyed or utterly pissed off about life. So I am sitting here trying to recall whether the month of May was this insufferable last year. Weather-wise of course. People who have to put up with me every second of their lives are feeling absolutely grossed out by my very presence. I am a cranky little bitch when my inner equilibrium is misplaced. However, I am utterly fortunate that none of them has ever tried to poison me so far.

Manali travelogue is due and let’s hope I start writing without much further ado. Did I happen to mention that I absolutely hate Calcutta summer?

Sunday, 21 May 2017

Quote of the Week

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit

-- Jenny Joseph

Leave of Absence

The past two weeks have passed in a state of trance. Many things happened. Many things to write about. Many things I wouldn’t write about. Many things I have missed to write about. Watched two movies – Guardian of the Galaxy 2 and Bahubali 2. Finished reading three books (hopefully I would write a post). I visited the first pet cafĂ© of Kolkata (I would definitely write a post about that). Then my one week trip to Manali happened. Six days. Countless memories. And now I am sitting here with a lump in my throat dreading the reality (read Monday and office). Not to mention despising the miserable Kolkata summer.

I was reading someone’s blog and she wrote that she had forgotten to write a mother’s day post this year. Same here. Then another realisation hit me. I suddenly remembered my last year’s mother’s day post and some incidents relating to it. Oh god, how the tables turn sometimes. How life surprises you out of nowhere. How it makes you feel that this is it, this is the end of the tunnel. Absolute pitch dark. Nowhere to proceed further. And then you begin again.

I hope to write this new chapter of my life with better proficiency.