Its been a week here in Kolkata. In a week I had seen many new things which I had probably missed in these 22 years of my life in Kolkata. Staying away from the city for 2 years made me miss the city very much...its people, its culture, its food, my friends and family every single thing. I used to come here for ony a week or so. This time when I rushed back here it was already monsoon. I was not very happy while leaving Jaipur. My heart was there only. No sooner I landed at the airport it started raining and to be very frank calcutta rains are the worst. Every where its only Mud and "kichar" and the stupid humidity is there to worsen the whole climate. I came back home after a long time of 9 months. My family was happy , my friends were happy. Mum made me awesome bengali cuisine. Everything was just so perfect.The next day i went to meet my pals. Seeing them after such a long time made me nostalgic. We had so much fun and Didan your fried rice and chicken curry rocks!! along with the Suresh's Rosogolla!!! I never imagined that i will miss my friends so much. Staying alone at a distant unknown land is next to impossible and this time it made me realize the worth of my friends.Friends are such an important part of one's life. Now it was turn for my exam day. After a long span of two years i again commuted by the kolkata local trains. It was taggy and dirty but it made me nostalgic. I have travelled 15 long years by trains to got to my school and colleges and I am acquainted with the struggle people face every day while commuting. I was a litll afraid first because I forgot how to manage in a crowded train. Moreover pickpocketing is an every day issue here.In the morrning it was easy enough for me to travel because my father was accompanying me. The problem started when i was coming back from my exam centre. I boarded the Lakshmikantapur local in the ladies compartment and as usual it was thronged by labour class women. They wer dirty and filthy. And soon i realized they wer foul mouthed. They are abusive to other passengers and even address each other by dirty rustic slangs. But i closely listened to their talks ( yeh meri bimari h ..pata nhi logo ko padhne ki kosis kyu krti hu) it was all about their daily affairs in family and work place and the different problems they face in life , their meagre salary and income and how they are facing and coping up with the rising cost of things. I had pity on them and came to know the hardships of the BPL people. It was an eye opening for me and a new experience. When i was about to board off he train at Sonarpur I saw a small tribal girl was quarelling with a passenger. The girl was trying to pickpocket the other passenger's bag and she was caught red handed and it followed a huge session of quarrel and accusations. Finally i got down from the train and was relieved. Phewww!!!!
