Last month I was transferred from New Delhi to a remote place called Binnaguri in West Bengal; don’t bother Googling it – its not known for anything, perhaps not known at all. The upside is the clean air and well…that’s about it. For a few days, I liked the quiteness around – then it became unbearable, depressing at times.
Then came an opportunity for me to go to Kolkata. So here I am, writing this post from a cyber cafe on Park Street between glances (pun not intended; cricket lovers understand) at the Indo-Pak cricket match – add the chaos of people and traffic in it and visualize.
Perfect! I love it and I realized that I thrive in chaos. I love dodging pedestrians, dashing across unmarked crossings and shooing off urchins peddling books and stuff. Ah! The chaotic city life – there is order in disorder, spirituality in spirits (the kinds you drink…) and poetry in business.
So, now excuse me as I go across the street and well…do nothing.