The Delhi chapter

It began with an overnight journey by 'The Rajdhani' garnished with the usual romance of a journey by train. My trip to the capital of India was about to begin. This was my second rendezvous with 'Dilli' as locals love to call it. The first time I came to Delhi, was way back in school. That was a mere vacation. This, was my real tryst with the sights and sounds of  the real Delhi- loud, boisterous, yet classy and serene- an amalgamation of the extremes.

The first thing that strikes any resident Calcatian who has been to Delhi, are the roads, where driving may be termed a pleasant activity, as opposed to the pothole-ridden Kolkata. However the traffic in Delhi is a far cry from being pleasant. Vehicles rush in from any and every direction, irrespective of the signals. Delhi traffic is marred by a desperate rush, it seems, to a place where reaching a minute late, is a crime. 

The malls aren't much different from the ones in our dear old Kolkata. The only difference is that, I found most of the people actually busy with some serious shopping, even on a supposedly 'off-season' Sunday evening as opposed to the malls in Kolkata, where the entire crowd is glued to the movie halls or the food courts,even ready to queue up for hours but not paying heed to the desperate glances of the bored salesgirl of a garment store on the same floor.

The next few days were spent in varied activities, ranging from haggling and bargaining with roadside peddlers at Connaught Place and feeling triumphant at having managed to buy an exquisitely beautiful 'jhola', and some equally gorgeous 'home accessories', hogging on 'gajar ka halwa', 'laddoos', & scores of 'pethas', 'rewari' and 'gazzak', browsing through the fabulous collection of environment-friendly gifts and accessories at  'People Tree', a sumptuous lunch at the Golf course overlooking the sprawling greens, gorging on 'chaat' & 'golgappa' at Dilli Haat while watching a street-play by some overtly talented DU students and finding an authentic Bengali 'thaali' at the same place, a few minutes later. 

Some moments that will be etched in my memory forever include the sudden encounter with the deer-like creature which appeared all of a sudden on the highway, sprinting into the night-time traffic and disappeared with equal abruptness after kicking a bike-rider and his pillion. The Bengali guide at the Agra fort was yet another revelation as was the guide who could speak fluent French. The Taj and its splendor is something I had the opportunity of experiencing twice in my lifetime. The architecture at the Qutab and the creativity crafted in gold and precious stones at the Akshardham were equally mesmerizing.

My rendezvous with North India was short yet fulfilling to the core. However, I wonder why the 'Rosogollas' in Delhi weren't as tasty or sweet as their counterparts in Kolkata. Perhaps this is why a true 'Calcatian' misses his/her sweets wherever he/she goes. Au revoir Delhi (Tu me manque, mais, sans le sucre). 

Fake 'Reality'

How real is 'Reality TV'? Till a few years back, this term heralded a new era in the bland world of television, (more so, the bland world of Indian television, ruled singlehandedly by the queen of the K-drama, Ms. Ekta Kapoor). However, one wonders, how true to reality has 'Reality TV' been? Can the supposed spontaneity projected in these shows, be enough to shoot up the TRP charts?

Though reality TV has been part of television ever since its inception, (we all remember watching the immensely real game shows such as 'Jaldi jaldi', quiz shows such as the Bournvita quiz contest, debates, cookery shows such as 'Khana khazana' or talent shows such as 'Sa re ga ma' , 'Antakshari' or 'Boogie woogie'), the tag of 'reality' which is nothing more than a marketing gimmick, was attached to such shows, much later.

I came across true 'reality' TV, so to speak, replete with the drama quotient, in the American adventure series, 'Survivor'. It was one show which was capable of making the overtly pretentious and fake realm of the so-called 'reality TV' within the confines of the four walls of 'Big Boss', seem rather pedestrian. 'Survivor' was a show that projected the lives of a group of happy-go-lucky, adventure-loving Americans who were left on a remote island in Borneo, and had to survive a tumultuous journey garnished with a healthy dose of competition, rivalry, tasks and vote-outs.

Another 'reality' show one enjoyed during the initial days, was 'Roadies'. A far cry from the mindless, loud and sometimes vulgar drama that has been on display in the latest editions of this show, the initial seasons were interesting and focussed more on the adventure quotient rather than trying to mimic the 'in-your-face politics' of K-serials.

'Reality' TV has since then evolved, or should I say, transformed into a more 'unreal' version of itself. Amidst a plethora of shows, one remembers the adrenaline-pumping 'Fear factor', the exciting, 'The Amazing Race', the entertaining 'Who wants to be a millionaire', 'Big brother', 'The Weakest Llink' or our desi versions such as 'KBC', 'Kamzor kadi kaun', 'Khatron ke khiladi', 'Indian idol', 'Big Boss', 'Get Gorgeous', 'Master chef India', 'Axe your ex', 'Bakra', 'Splitsvilla'...and the list goes on....

Special mention must be made of rather coarse shows such as 'Emotional Atyachar' which seem hell-bent on  splitting up couples (are they real couples at all?) by showcasing rather raunchy (and seemingly phony) details of betrayal, spooky shows such as 'Girl's night out' or 'The chair' which will put even the Ramsey brothers to shame, by their perfect portrayal of haunted locations and possessed contestants, dating shows such as 'Lovenet' or 'Dare to date' which bring out the worst in the dating couples, and finally shows such as 'Rakhi ka Swayamvar', 'Pati, patni aur woh' or 'Rahul Dulhaniya le jayega', which cross all levels of tolerance and drive one to the brink of insanity.

Though one is 'used to' seeing high drama being enacted on these rather 'scripted' reality shows, such as fights between contestants or judges, and the typical 'rona dhona' which has become 'oh-so-clichéd', the final icing on the cake was perhaps waiting to reveal itself. This event was the latest,  to have shamed the realm of reality TV - the 'fake' marriage which was being performed by thorough professionals (Remember, most of the participants are seasoned TV stars) in 'Big Boss'. The so-called marriage between two TV starlets, which was celebrated so very elaborately and with great pomp and show turned out to be a clever ploy to make the series a hit. Apparently the couple had been secretly married since a long time and agreed to act according to this plot only after the channel agreed to pay them a lump sum.

This is the 'reality' of the brazen world of 'Reality TV' which has perhaps become the most hated word in the history of Indian television. However, love it or hate it, we cannot ignore the reality of the existence of 'Reality TV' and the attention surrounding it. One hopes though, that such scripted reality fades away soon, to make way for entertaining and real shows,which will be appreciated by one and all,without the participants having to act out their roles in them.

Rendezvous avec une experience magnifique

 It was my first class at 'Alliance Francaise' after a long time, three years, to be precise. The long walk towards the quintessential Gothic 'Khaleel Manzil' from 'Ravindra Sadan' was a pleasure, since it was garnished with a collage of cherished memories of my rendezvous with French, three years back.

I was reminded of the incident, when I missed the first class, for watching 'Spiderman' at Inox & the utter joy of finding out, that the sweet girl who I thought was a fellow student, was supposed to be our French instructor, Mademoiselle Paromita. I remember the hilarious event when the mere inclusion of an extra letter in a sentence,  made the class erupt in a roar of laughter, courtesy, 'moi', who uttered the not-so-utterable 'Je t'aime' instead of 'J'aime regarder la television', in a class 'activite'. The camaraderie that existed was pure and I think I should thank my stars, for such talented batchmates who turned out to be great friends too. It is here, when I mention 'friends' that I think I need to make special mention of the guy who I thought, was a Frenchman, in his past life - Monsieur Soudipe (yeah, that's how the fair 'bhodrolok' from Chandannagore - once, a prosperous French colony, spelt his name, for which I blame his obsession with anything and everything that was 'French' or related to France).

The class was a huge success as far as the 'enjoyment quotient' is concerned. However, I was least bothered about French grammar and more concerned about the overtly interesting French vocabulary. The 'French feel' , the French movies, the library with its huge stock of books, of which I dared to read a volume of 'Asterix', once (rather, 'tried to read', to put it accurately), the 'fete de la musique' where we sang 'Aux Champs Elysees', the sensuous 'La femme chocolat' by Mlle Paromita, the lady who was my inspiration, the birthday of our batchmate Sohan -who was a cute little precocious teenager, at that time, and my attempt at some creative calligraphy on the white-board, the tall 'Frenchman' with a beard, Deepanjan, who shocked me again when he revealed that he was infact a Bengali...... everything, just everything about the 'Alliance Francaise' days, has been etched in my memory and is something 'inoubliable'.

The wooden staircase of 'Khaleel Manzil', the multilingual and multitasking Salim da, and the once haunted Bimal villa (which had a creaking door and scared me out of my wits when I had reached early, one fine day, only to find an empty AF), which now shines beneath a fresh coat of bright red paint, were some of those few elements which existed back then, and still do.

It's with such fond memories and hopes of more such unforgettable events, that I have begun another journey, which was cut short earlier, and I hope to do justice to every bit of the 'Francaise' soul in me :)

'Bonne chance' to me !!! & cheers to Alliance Francaise !!!

The 'Indian' in me

A land which Mark Twain once described as the "...cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history...", India, is a land, which showcases 'unity in diversity' in the most pronounced manner.

A land, which possesses a rich definition of 'culture', India, unlike other such nations of the world, has never ever invaded any land, which is not surprising, when one considers the doctrine of 'Ahimsa' preached by the Mahatma.

The land, through its very name, proclaims its rich heritage, reminding one, of the 'Indus', and the archaic tales of the early settlers, who  were responsible for the inception of an entire civilization.

If one speaks of the Indian pride, the contemporary conquests made by the Indian cricketers,the Indian beauties,movie stars,authors and scientists abound in the instances, thus quoted. But,what about the jewels adorning our Mother nation's crown since the ancient times? Even Einstein did not flinch from mentioning our treasured land, when he said, "We owe a lot to the Indians, who taught us how to count, without which no worthwhile scientific discovery could have been made", referring to the birth of the decimal system. The complexities of Algebra, Trigonometry or Calculus, the treasured concept of Yoga, which oozes the spiritual essence which our land has to offer, or the age-old formula of the 'Ayurvedic' concoctions which have healed the young and the old, for centuries, are just a few of the very many ideas that have emerged from the great souls who have once inhabited this land.

However, in its skewed brilliance in sports (Read: The Government's overtly enthusiastic attitude towards cricket and cricketers, while ignoring other sporting activities) , the rigid education system( Read: The middle class obsession with technical and  management degrees, stifling the emergence of any form of divergence, such as fine arts, or extracurriculars), or the pandemonium called 'politics' (the word which has acquired a new meaning in the contemporary Indian milieu--that of an almost shameless pursuit of public attention, by politicians, every five years), India has seen its worst.

However, the 1.15 billion inhabitants, who reside in this land of ours, will never cease to be proud of India. We dream of witnessing the birth of a new India, devoid of poverty, bribery, honour killings, domestic abuse and violence against women and children, and many such evils which are still awaiting an early eradication.

On this note, here's wishing every fellow Indian, a very Happy Independence Day. Long live India.

Divine Poetry on Earth

The Garden of Eden was perhaps not the only marvel that the Almighty had in store for mankind. One is reminded of the supreme being's kindness to us ,mere mortals, when one takes a look at the ethereal, almost  unearthly of all creations by the Almighty.

To start with, what does one think of, when one witnesses the beauty of the Aurora Borealis of the North--the natural display of light and shade? Perhaps it arouses the same overwhelming feeling one would have felt by witnessing the enamoring pulchritude of some Greek goddess.

The same enveloping feeling of joy and astonishment is felt when one comes face to face with the poetic splendor of the coral reefs, reminiscent of the under-water kingdom which was home to the beauteous mermaid of Hans Christian Anderson.

Similarly, one cannot help but be enthralled by the mighty stalagmites and stalactites, the natural formation adorning limestone caves, the largest of which may be found in the rocky caverns of Cuba.

Similar instances include the astonishing marvels such as the pearl -the splendid embellishment of the oyster, or the diamond- the peerless form of the same carbon that forms coal.

Such wondrous creativity can only be showcased in heaven, with the divine palette. However, in order to justify his creativity, the Almighty too needs the canvas that our mother Earth has to offer.

Good things happen to good people

'Poetic justice' - the very idea is very captivating for us, mortals. The pleasure of reading the Shakespearean masterpiece, 'Macbeth' or merely flipping through the Karmic connotations of Gautam Buddha's teachings which delve deep into the significance of 'karma' or deeds in the 'samsara' or 'life', and how it eventually decides a person's journey through life or beyond, is very marked.
Similarly, even in Hindu theology, 'Karma' or the notion of 'good begets good', is very widespread. It is not a way of merely glorifying God, by proclaiming that the Almighty or the supreme entity which rules us, is always 'fair' in the end, but also a way of making people monitor their own selves in order to pave the path for a better tomorrow, where everyone is disciplined in their actions, in fear or hope of the Karmic effects.
Perhaps this belief itself, is a necessity in the contemporary world, to rein in the earthlings and their wayward progression.
Similarly, this concept also makes one the ruler of his own destiny, thereby proving its significance and importance.

L'effet Papillon

It is said that a mere flap of a butterfly's wings may be strong enough to send ripples through the atmosphere thereby changing the path of a tornado or even causing one in a different part of the world. However poetic this may sound, this concept originated from the chaos theory and Edward Lorenz's works and made people sit up and notice the marked and fascinating implication that a tiny butterfly could, if need be, make its presence felt.

However one is amazed at the complex connotation that this concept encapsulates. Aren't we all subject to the overwhelming feeling of joy when we see a tiny insect like a butterfly, replete with all its splendor? The very picture of a child trying to catch hold of this flying creature which ultimately succeeds in evading him/her, is so very soothing to our eyes. In fact the very inception of this creature from an organism as ugly as a caterpillar, to a colorful butterfly mesmerising us with its varied hues is so very captivating and thought-provoking.

Thus, one wonders why people need to resort to complex theories and equations to prove the impact of this tiny but enamoring creature called the butterfly. The butterfly effect or 'L'effet Papillon' , is evident in the very essence of this creature and its beauty.

Nostalgia

'What is love. I ask myself
Can't figure out, I need some help
Looking for love, here and there
Vagueness, vagueness, everywhere"

The very lines transfer me- body and soul , to the sunny, and dusty quadrangle of the hallowed 'Presidency'- which I am fortunate enough to call 'my alma mater'. The lines above are from my first poem that I had written while traversing the path of knowledge, on a drizzling afternoon, amidst the enveloping greenery beside Baker's. It was an ethereal experience just to be a part of the heritage , the mildly Gothic ambience of the renowned institute which we called 'heaven', and the world, 'Presidency'.

The Social Network

Web 2.0 is the name of the game these days, and one may have already heard of the up-coming phenomena called the Web 3.0 and Web 4.0 ,which will herald the amalgamation of the virtual and the real. What one is baffled by, is the speedy, almost miraculous proliferation of this media called the Web, and also the social network,which it houses, where one is not only informed, but also gets the opportunity to interact, share, or voice one's views, initiate on-line friendship, increase one's network, and in a way, allow the Web and it's numerous members to access not merely individual points of view, but also an individual's individuality- his very existence.

Thus, while through the 'pages' and 'communities', that a person patronizes on social networking sites such as Orkut or Facebook, one may be able to get a bird's eye view of someone's entire persona. Similarly, regular updates , be it professional (such as 'Linkedin' or mere updates in the professional section of 'Orkut' etc.), or personal (status updates reflecting the states of mind, a person goes through, throughout the day e.g., Twitter or Facebook, or a mere updation of the relationship status) are enough to delve deeper into a person's personality- his very entity.

Apart from the obvious, the interactive media also assists one to become a 'virtual' social animal, by posting comments, sharing photos, videos,music, promotional articles and so on and so forth.

All in all, the 'Social Network' - the most integral part of the Web 2.0 revolution makes one wonder, what next? Perhaps this is thus, just the right time for David Fincher's 'The Social Network' to hit the theatres and redefine and stress on the very many aspects of the social network that envelopes our daily lives.