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Sunday, February 14, 2010

Here or not, wherever I will be, I will always have a little of Kolkata in me.

‘I am wrapping up from Kolkata’ – a phrase that I have been using opulently since the past week. After staying here for almost six years I am going back to my roots, to my hometown. I have carefully distanced myself from the most hyped about class of people for whom Kolkata is the be all and end all.And now as I feel terribly attached to this city and begin to grow cautious of overstepping the ‘balance of emotion’ I so insist upon I realize that this city means what it does to me because of the people that I have encountered and associated with.
Coming to Kolkata has been about getting into school to learn from amazing teachers, who have come to be a treasure for my life, knowing friendship and finding  amazing friends and guess what - about discovering my own self. Living here has been about finding new meaning in the odd bunch of relations I had known to exist in all parts of the city and about having weird experiences in the PG where I stayed and having all the more weird food the tiffin service had to offer the poor veggie gal and wondering how I was putting on weight in spite of surviving the daily torture of  papaya.
It has been about walking down the streets of College Street, having ludicrous experiences in the famous Coffee House, having Momo at the Exide crossing and being called ‘Momovati’ by a dear friend(Oops!), meeting unexpected people in the library, cursing the CU people almost to the verge of hating my self for coming to this city(wince wince), fighting over with my friend on whether to take the metro or the bus, being told by her - at almost every crossing-how awesome the phuchka wala is(which has almost led me to believe that all phuchka walas in Kolkata are awesome).
It has been about noticing a house named "’Khelaghar” (playhouse) on my way to school with charm; as it bore the name of one of my most favourite songs penned by Tagore; of savoring the flavor and feel of the silent past of ‘North Calcutta’, of running to the refuge in Belur, of being desperate to go back to my hometown during Durga Puja and of just being and knowing more of myself.
And now as I am on a spree of tracing back my steps and gathering all the little somethings , I think of missing the people and the aeon spent here, and know for myself that all of it has beautifully become a part of me.
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9 comments:

  1. Nostalgia! It kinda pricks our hearts, doesn't it? I've had a similar experience. So I could relate to this easily. A very sweet post. :)

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  2. Karthik: Really? Where was that?These experiences actually make life richer, isn't it?

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  3. Hi Grace !!After reading the post i just remembered a Song and a Dialogue:

    A)Purani Jeans Aur Guitar (Song Ali Haider)

    B)Ja Raha Hu Mai Apne Watan Apne Desh Apne Gaon (Dialogue from DDLJ Movie)

    :)

    May you have a Great time in new environment.

    Regards
    Bharat

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  4. Bharat: That was very sweet. Thanks for your good wishes. Sorry couldn't reply to your mail then.

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  5. That's perfectly alright !!Just stay in touch !!

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  6. u re shifting base?? i dint know!!
    chk my fb msg in ya inbox:)

    i love nostalgic posts...they make me go aww!!those days:)
    very sweet and penned straight frm the heart..:)hope u have kolkata and all those little somethings in you wherever u go:))

    hugs,
    tc,
    divs

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  7. Divsi: Looks like we have somethings in common. Six years stay in Kolkata has given me the feel of my own space, where I know myself and the world without, contemplate, introspect, love and ...
    I never get tired of bragging.
    Cheers!!

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  8. This post is just awesome!!there are very few posts which have been able to reflect the student life at kolkata so well!!!

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