These are some random thoughts which came to my mind recently. Read them at your own risk.
1. I have a friend in Bangalore (originally from Kolkata, from the same school that I went to, and a Das Gupta!) who is a confirmed atheist. We were exchanging some rather harmless emails on certain weird business concept, when I got this opportunity to prick him on his non-beliefs. Interestingly after a few heated exchanges of emails, he got upset. Am wondering, is it because I showed doubts on his beliefs of non-beliefs or his non-beliefs of beliefs! Hmmn… confusing.
Hey! Don’t get mad at me!!! Just kidding.
2. Who the hell is this Raj Thackeray? I guess he has forgotten he lives in India and not in Maharastra! Democracy is so bad at times that it gives cynical and opportunists like him to act in whatever way they want to. I am thinking of gifting him a one-way ticket to either Cuba or China (see, I didn’t mention Middle East or Afghanistan or Pakistan!) and shall request their government to give him permanent residency. Any one here to pitch in and contribute towards the cost of ticket?
3. Love is rather funny, weird, interesting and very different from one person to person! I was dating this cute Italian guy who, one of these days, decided to pay a visit to my house. Now on the very same day my 20 year old teenager cousin was also present at my house. Sitting in my living room and expressing his emotions and feelings rather visibly towards me, he was almost about to pull me and kiss (not being too accustomed to Indian ways, I guess), when I shrieked and shouted and stopped him saying “my cousin is around”. It was amusing to see how his expression changed. He simply muttered “hmmn.. Don’t remember seeing any couple kissing each other in the streets of Bangalore!”
Now, exactly 5 days later my kid cousin went for a date (with a friend of mine). When both of them came back to my home just around midnight, I was in for a shock. That’s the first time these two had gone out together, and must have met hardly twice before. But that didn’t stop them from behaving like century old lovers, right in front of me or at my back! And their giggles and murmurs and what not kept me awake even in my bedroom until 4.30 in the morning!!!
And look at me? I let go of my Italian dude for ever :( I am not sure if I am more mad at them or at me!
10 comments:
Not a "Das Gupta" but a "Dasgupta".
DOnt worry! I am Das Gupta too! and not Dasgupta!
What's to worry about? You can be a "Das Gupta" but let me be a "Dasgupta". Your comment reads like inverted logic. "Das Gupta" sounds like a "Das" who has put in a "Gupta" as an afterthought.Hmph!!!!
Regarding Raj Thackeray - the surest way to insult him is to say he is not a Marathi but a descendant of some bastard offspring of William Makepeace Thackeray. Nothing against the bastard offspring, but RT will burn up at that. Are you sure though it's a good thing to practice toxic dumping of our lumpen politicians and rubble rousers on other countries?
That's it - I have commented on 2 topics out of 3. The "Love" topic cannot be commented upon; it's a protean emotion, as you say. To everyone their mode of satisfaction - some one likes to roll face downwards in muck, some may lie in the gutter yet look towards the stars, yet some may soar in the skies.
Basically if you write "Dasgupta" as "Das Gupta" it appears as if you have plagiarised the 'Gupta" bit, and have no real business using it. Now "Dasgupta" looks whole to me, and a charge of plagiarism does not stick there.
There are also others who view romance / love etc either with a pinch of salt or with some trepidation, and fewer others who view it with mistrust, and even fewer others who even regard it with disdain.And they are not exactly alone; if you see ancient Greek literature, there is very little depiction of romantic love - they had this idea of the golden mean, and viewed love with a bit of mistrust because they regarded it to be an unruly emotion that can sort of unsettle things. Even great playwrights such as Aeschylus / Euripides have aired this view. There's this piece about Euripides being asked at an old age whether he was still capable of love as they understood it, and he said, "Hush, I am thankful that I am finally rid of that harsh and terrible master." Contrast him with poor Goethe who was forever falling in love with one or the other.
Thanks for all your comments. And I will keep its "Das Gupta" for myself, like u will keep "Dasgupta" for you....
Of course, it's too late for you to change that anyway
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