I'm in a job that is hard to keep, in a world where it is hard to believe.

Where do you go to my lovely?

Wrong question to ask myself. Sure-thing. Wait, wait how about the road to neverland?? Yes, that's where I'm headed at least in my head.

08.09.10

I love the empty streets of desire that is Kolkata. It is leaves me with a warm fuzzy feeling.  You feel different even though the city is the same. Bandhs completely change the character of the city. It's almost like wearing rose-tinted glasses. You walk in neighbourhoods of crumbling mansions with bougainvillea flowers growing between the brick and mortar. You see little champs playing para-cricket on the deserted city throughway. You hear the tea-stall radio play a lovely romantic number from the 50s. You smell the air that's free of pollutants. Everything is beautiful all at once and you realise that this city is just meant for you, for you alone.

No vilification, no sarcasm, no judgements, no indolence, no comfort zone, no understanding, no sharing, no happiness. I am done with all of this. I've made my mistakes and want to freed of this.

Work is worship. There was a point when I hated my work. It wasn't something I was ever prepared to do. To me, it represents a necessary evil, a step towards improvement. You have to persevere, you have to want to make it better. Idleness breeds discontent. And the moment you tell yourself you can do it, you will do it. It's all about the power of human will. No wonder chanting works!