City of Joy and City of Sorrow !!

Having witnessed the old capital for the third time, one should understand the cultural ethos of the city. However, for me it was more of a shock everytime I travel here. Initially, I dedicated my purse to the Gurudev express which carried a bunch of shrieking sportsmen from Kolkota to Kochi. Happy having losing ground in football did not prevent a 'spirited' performance in relay and volley. We realized that 'All is not well' everytime. An italian pasta had ruined my journey back but saved enough money.

Indeed I admire Mother Teresa, Rabindranath Tagore, Raja Ram Mohun Roy and all other great products of Bangla, but still I did not revere the concept of City of Joy. Maybe it’s true that every coin has two sides and all Jokers know it!!! This time I had to fight with the driver and his assistant for 'charging' towards me. Google dada had provided enough advice that Airport is 20 kms from the City and you dont need to spend more than Rs 250. Language is not a problem to convey your feelings and emotions, all theatrics accept that.

Anyways, I managed to get an accommodation in one of the main Centres of the city. It was called the ‘Oven Room’, as the temperature was adjusted to fry any human alive. I had performed the big escape next day morning to reach the University of Calcutta only to inform that the gates opened at 10:00 am. I realized that I didn’t have my cup of joy, a tea and something to eat. I walked into a side eatery to have an unknown dish which served as a good appetizer. Nothing can feed a hungry tiger than a pound of flesh!!

Scheduling is a nomenclature invented by the westerners (thats my thought). If the show is at 6:02, then it will start at 6:02 with whatever seconds added to it. If you are asked to report at 10:17:00 am, then if you arrive at 10:17:30, you are chucked out. Time flies by, so do the planes. I experienced how to miss a flight and what you should do and should have done for avoiding it. I read their advice book, only after boarding the flight :) Time is money, and I had to bear the cost of delay. I begged the captain, Please sir. give me a chance to be a part of the flight team!! Please. His words resonated through the walky, repeated by the blue lady. I had to pay for it!! No excuse....

Its hard when you lose your identity especially when you are on air. As per tantric and karmic scriptures, when you die, you lose an identity only to regain another in the cycle of life and death. If you sinned, you get fed as a dog, if not you get fed as a human. Anyways I didnt feel any divinity after losing my license. I had made a full scan of myself and thought of asking to get a security check on the airport to trace my identity. I was searching for my lost identity. Somebody please help to identify me!!