City of Joy.

I always wondered, rather foolishly, when I was not so much a kid, as to what took artists so long to finish a piece of art or a writer to finish writing a book.Now, when it takes me so much effort just to type a totally inconsequential piece of shit, as I'm about to do now, you realize why. Anyway, it's just another evening where I have developed a general distaste in doing things which generally keep me busy, so what the hell.

I've been travelling to the City of Joy on weekends for almost 6 months now. A lot of travelling alone and listening to country music ( Well, I did listen to an occasional Mohit Chauhan too, but country really goes with the mood here...:D ) while on the highway a midst the setting sun where I thought about everything from Romance to Global Warming . Another harrowing trip back home on the Coalfield Express.3 straight hours outside it's toilet.A brilliant and enriching few months of Table Tennis with my coach, and one of my college seniors, for a few months in a club at Howrah.I am not much of the 'Lets hang out' type unless it's really close people,and I have been fortunate enough to have few of them in Kolkata right now.So rare quality time,was spent there too. An almost fatal fall from an Auto while rushing back from practice to the Howrah station for The Last Train Home( the song is on repeat now).Watching Priyanka Chopra from close while she was shooting some oh, what the hell movie.And my CAT classes, where I did make a few friends and went in hungover,more than once.I have had some brilliant teachers, but more on that on my next post.I did go visit a few landmarks on my own but limited cash forced me to curb my roamer instincts.That situation, should relatively improve in the next few months though.

And there has been so many other diverse incidents as well, most of which I cannot recall.Somehow, people always associate the Bong Nostalgia with Kolkata. I always thought it was a bit unfair and though there are so many things that really are mindless and baffling about the city and it's people, it really is a city with heart.Though,if God ever gave me a choice to choose my birth town for my next 50 lives, I would go on and choose Asansol each time over Kolkata. Asansol has taught me things and has made me more complete as an individual than Kolkata ever could have.I can say that confidently now.On my 51st choice though, I would probably opt for Manchester, England or Anshan City, China.Time flies.I have never really been a big career planner.When I started off on my weekend trips, I thought it would never end.But it has, and as always,I have found out a few more of the infinite dimensions of life.That is how,however,I would like to judge myself.The problem often does not lie in the fact that we don't get what we want.At some level,mostly,we get exactly what we want.That's where we lose the plot.