The Lost Umbilical

There was a time, when people used to believe in a child, born out with a connection with his or her mother. A connection that has 108 vessels, severed after being nourished for the first 10 months of the individual's existence on this planet, cozy within the cocoon of motherly nest, called the womb. They still do now, not that WiFi and Wireless is effecting the umbilical cord. But, now some of those brainchild, come up with brilliant ideas of reconnecting with that womb of other mothers or would be mothers, not with flesh, but with iron rods!!! They do it, after the inhuman exhibition of strength of their own desire upon a lady who don't want their touch! They touch her, thinking of some iPhone and then, they nail her thinking that Jesus is still not looking! I don't care if Jesus is sleeping or not. What I care is that these cruel, inhuman, senseless animals should be brought to justice.

Yes, I am talking of the incident that took a few days back in New Delhi, with a paramedical girl was raped in a running bus, when the bus was swaying through the populated areas of the Indian Capital.I am talking for justice to be shown to those uncountable uncouth, who had played the game of finding a place to insert their dysfunctioned cables. They know, because of that, they won't get a girl, so how about getting together and force them in. They don't find a place, for they never are fertile, nor strong and totally Klienfelter!!!

I chose today: 21/12/12. Nostradarmis, Mayans and many more predicted this to be the last day of the world. They were true! The way humans are getting, they are killing each other, killing the name of being human, but still you find a Johnny Walker run down the street with a black T-shirt on and written on it: Being Human. Joke!

The Government should realize that this is serious. If you all can't give any justice, then catch them and throw them to us. We know what to do! Infact, facebook and texts are flowing in with various ideas, mostly directed towards the dysfunct cables of the guilty. But if asked my opinion, the best punishment would be to have a Mob attck on them! A mob has the face of humans, and just like the wasps being attacked by drones in the hive, we have to take that stance! I believe, that is the punishment by the humans, for the creatures, out of this world!

Looking forward for such Indian Penal Code to be formulated or else, the Indians will target the "Pee"-nal (Hindi) and that day is not far away!

Math-Cab : It Happens only in Kolkata

Think of revising your maths in a Cab? Well, it happens only in Kolkata, as far as I have experienced.

People say that the best time to solve mathematical problems come in the calmness of the night or at dawn. In Kolkata, the fun comes hand-in hand with commotion and traffic snarl. Improvised and superlatively imposed by the Transport Ministry, Government of West Bengal, this November, a passenger has to multiply the displayed fare on the cab meter by 2.4 and then add Re. 1 to pay to the driver, who has meticulously made it a point to stop when the meter reads 17 or 19 or with digits that end with 3, 7 or 9. And then when you are in a hurry or get frustrated, you always have the option to round it up and pay the driver to the nearest higher multiple of 10!! Business optimized and achieved! The poor gets some black money and you lose some white. This, to add on, you avoid the cab and run for the bus, where the conductor is ever waiting to show you a Chi Square Chart, that you seldom understand and charge you more!

And then, it beats my imagination, as to why the digital meter donot display the actual fare and calculate it based on whatever equations they have. After all, it is digitized and no more manual. Previously too, you used to double and add Rs 2 to pay off! But, here, you are in a pit with 2.4 factor eating up your wallet/purse!

BODMAS (if pronounced in Bengali, means a crook), but in mathematics, well I better not explain! Or else I shall have to lose some elite readers of my blog!

Since fare hike, this is the third time I boarded the Taxi tonight. Coming back from a friend's place, my colleague Nandana and myself were on our way home, when I asked her that does she know about the new rule? On explaining, it as to "Double the meter reading and then add 20% of the reading and then  add Re 1 to arrive to your ride price!" Given her spontaneity, she murmured; "Tell me how to divide or bracket any thing?" I said, "No" and then on my way back home, after dropping her, I thought that this can be a good article to place, as to how we are sharpening our brain and keeping our neurons alive!

I have no issue with the hiked fare, but better put it correctly on the board! How do you expect to multiply 77 with 2.4 and then add 1, to pay up, when your cab driver has a new customer to the airport and you have to run back home as nature was calling!!! Legally it comes to Rs. 185.80p, which means I had to pay Rs. 186/- only. But with all these burdens on, horns blaring and stomach paining, I paid the driver Rs. 190/- to attend to my emergency! If it happens to me, it can happen to you!

So, its my request to the Transport Ministry to issue special programmed meters that can display the fare, fairly! We are good in maths and some economics, just that we can never be Aryabhatta or Chanakya by revising it in a Cab!!!

Courtesy: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/68/India_-_Kolkata_taxi_-_3771.jpg

Raindrops...

It was over cast. The white shine of the clouds, slowly turned grey. Bright webs flickered through them, announcing the arrival of monsoon. The blade of grass swayed in the wind, that picked up speed and chilled the surrounding. A blanket of dust that once covered the tyres and the pavement, jumped upon it's head. "This is annoying!" thought the blade. "I don't like this monsoon kiss. Can't it come neat and clean?"

Blade, it stands still in it's place. It wins over the scorching heat, the pressing feet, but still it stands up tall to wave a high in the blowing wind. Sometimes, the neighborhood Tommy, would come wagging it's tail, pick up his right leg and bath it in a warm Jacuzzi. Scented, the blade awaits monsoon.

Still it gets angry with the unwanted kiss of the dust that the monsoon announces, before her arrival. May be it's an unexplained expression of love. Humans get weird on this part. Buying balloons, cards, chocolates and sometimes throw some stinky wet balloons around it,  frequently at dawn break! The blade always wondered about that stink, but with time, the scorching sun would fade away those thoughts, making it's vein run water so as to survive. Night falls, blade sleeps.

This year though, the monsoon has taken quite a long time to arrive. It had been waiting for it's kiss. The rain drop upon itself, smearing it's torso to bring back life and love! But what's this. A herd of cattle is on it's way. Will it never meet it's eternal love in the clouds. Will it never meet those sparkling beads of life, falling from the heavens. They come on nearer, while the lightning strikes far away! "Please come to me, I am waiting", prayed the blade. Its sound faded amidst the hoof beats! The clouds seem to play along with the heard, forgetting the long waiting tiny friend under their hoof!

It's ear torn, half head eaten, the blade waves on... Let the raindrop quench it's thirst for one last time;

.... there was a Moo, a bite and a crunch.

It started raining.

Legitimate Thoughts

It comes across your mind, when you have other legitimate chores left for you to complete. How I hate them like many of you. Can't they come when I am idle or sitting with our empty caps on! Crap, they are... Crap they go!

How does your day unfold with backlogs in your mind? Still I would love to win all over them with smile. But, sometimes, it seems lodestone over your lips. They scream out for your pity state, thinking nothing else, but being a bimbo!

A short post. Let it go down your mind as a potion of bitter idle life, where nothing seems to move. And this happens when people become very close and you feel they are far away!

Sunshine at Midnight.

Not a celestial awe. Not even a magical movie; but its magic, I call Magic of Life!

Warmth and Enjoyment. Something that the modern nucleated society is lacking day in and day out. Even the couples see each other at dawn, thanks to the immense work schedule, I fondly remember the days that came and went away, swiping it's magical wand across the canvas of my life and also of my friends, my colleagues and really good group!

This post was long due. Thanks to the Molecular and Human Genetics of CSIR-IICB's joining party, this post was bound to be penned down in my blog. A short story of few days that culminated into our lives with immense happiness, missing each and every drop of the wine that we still would like to taste, when ever possible. Not to mention, it brought pain into the ears and sleep of the neighborhood!

Anirban Da and Madhuparna Di, your fond memories still lurks when ever I cross the terminus near Harisabha ground at Jadavpur area. That rented flat did buy us some good time. Tuned in with music from the smooth ticks of the fingers of Subhadeep and Anirban Da.... to the food and the drinks, those home grown parties are the best and I shall cherish always. There were some chores which was always left over by us, but the party waves kept on calling us with warmth.

Five times, if I remember it correctly, was the gathering within a span of six months... from November 2011 to May 2012. The party men kept on adding, but there are people who always savored saying; Cheers!!!

Anirban Da, Madhuparna Di, Udayan Da, Jayanta Da, Surjya, Subhadeep, Nandana and myself were regulars, bringing the Sun up to shine from midnight to dawn. Yes, sometimes Debmita joined in and so did Sandip Da, Nilanjana Di, Bille and Belda...but whatever the party, when ever the party, the reason was open hearted laughter, song and smoke!

Many people reading this post might think us a bunch of hooligans, but believe me, it were these momentous gatherings that kept us going in our research work from the next day! Hats off!

This post was long due.. but the roads at Harisabha will still remain and so will our desire.... The hosts are away in US, but I guess we all will meet again and again...to rejuvinate our memories, music and most importantly the parodies.... and... awesomesala!!!! A toast to the milestones, left behind and new mile stones to come!!!

Time may fly by,

But-

Memories are mine.

Let's hope the bottle is new,

But-

with the Old Wine!!!

-Somnath Paul, 16.08.2012.