Saturday, October 29, 2011

Dutta Sandipan.

Excitement was not intense it was just creeping through with early jitters “My first boarding pass” .....for inference let me just rewind the same to you. As Kolkata airport is based at the northern fringes of the city, i never had too many outings to that corner but whenever i saw those gigantic machines from the best proximity i could ever manage i came back home awestruck.

For me the experience of not having an opportunity to fly is like the first kiss which we always plan in grandeur keeping the flame of anticipation upright and then one day you plant it somewhere without much hesitation unless you have declared celibacy. Somebody has rightly said (beg you for the sequence) if you want something that badly it becomes irreverent whether you deserve the same or not.

So my first boarding pass was ready .......................................... which clearly meant now sky is the limit. You can also buy your first kiss what first !!!!! but if you really want the essence of passion in it and want your desire to be phoenix then wait for that celebrated moment. Given the dwindling price of air ticket, i could have put all my precious savings for a maiden flight but i wanted my little bit of work to be the wings. Cognizance!! Cognizance!! Cognizance!! Or is this not enough or should i wait for the right time.....

On 21st Oct 11 morning i was on my way for my first date with one of those machines... started a bit early but this time for Airport instead of Howrah... i was just trying to chillax with Radio Mirchi and our celebrity jocky Mir. Ruby signal....can’t call it a snag.....”Hai Kolkata” was running some contest courtesy “Ford Figo” callers were invited as usual and they had to share their plans if they become the owner of that exquisite car for a day... and if your plan is really, a plan to reckon with then you can experience the ride. Have no clue whether it had any conditions attached.

Do you really know how do the radio channels plan these calls...well of course i don’t know much about the same so wilfully would like to keep it straight realistic as far as possible. The contest was old by some time and there were quite a few callers i had missed. “Soumen Dutta” from Kakinara....was one of the lucky caller who was through....or should i say destined . The whole of city was listening to him; did he realize he was on air??? Probably NO.....and also could he summarize the excitement of riding a ford car!! Awfully again a detested NO. But he was firm with his idea. He is a regular public bus commuter, blessed with a son he owns a cycle, which he uses, for those fairy rides along with his son. But his eyes are always on one of the finest star hotels of the city the Taj Bengal.

There was surely a missing link to it and on asking, he elevated his plan to the next level. He wanted a sojourn with his son to all the fine dining restaurants of Taj and come out with some sort of pompousness.

Without any further probing by MIR.....he was putting up a picturesque thought, which was his own, a lucid example of plight and intermitting uncertain expectation.

Mr Soumen has worked with Taj Bengal as a Stewart some long time back and now every time he passes by the star edifice with his son, there is only one question to torture him.

SON: “Baba will they allow us to enter even just for a visit” .

SOUMEN: No ....just because we don’t have a car. The gates only open looking at the forthcoming car. Yes my son, one day when we will own one, we will just drive in straight into the valet parking and your eyes will have the license for incarnation of not one but many virtues.

My yellow cab also got the license to move ahead of the crossing, the buzz around me had fluctuating crescendo but still i could pick the feeble sob in his masterpiece elucidation of enchanted dream.

Its been quite some time now i using my contact lens then why do i see a blur Chevrolet beat ahead of me.......

Mir declared Mr Soumen to be the winner of the contest, but somehow the whole contest and the thought of the spectacular figo now seemed so irrelevant.

I was crossing ITC the sonar ......Mr Soumen and myself share the same surname and also would like to believe there are other strong consonance between us.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Need Substance to Substantiate.

Blogspot.com ....is that fancy space or to be more precise a medium which has always given my vanity a sense of self - acclaimed novelty. Now i can refer this piece as my biggest and worthy souvenir hopefully for time immemorial. This page is a model of incarnation for all those plots, which will always beacon my introspection ability.

I have never cultivated substance for a better product but then again i never advocated loss of acute juvenile cases also. Have always experimented with my penchant of favouring a dying issue with chronological views so that it can shun the final death kneel and some of them are opaque here instead of fading into the labyrinth.

Now i don’t post much and this has taken me by a quantum leap. I keep on wondering what do i lack now!!!! Substance or the insane ability to glorify it. Confused !!!! or i am scared of the right point.

I want to go with Substance !!!!....just not getting it right .....