Hero Worship and fanaticism

We say that India is a country of laudable cultural heritage and a melting pot of diverse cultures. But that is just one side of the coin. And the other side isn't that praise-worthy to say the least. You might say that "this is true for any Nation and our motherland is no exception". I agree, I agree that corruption, religious anomalies, racism are bugs that digs at every societal structure. But certain aspects do raise a concern in my mind. And this post just discusses one.

Social befriending is a rage these days and we all have become a part of this virtual world. So far so good! But as soon as this tool becomes a pistol in the hands of a raving teenager or a weapon in the hands of a user who is hardly aware of the devastation it can cause, it is a serious concern guys! And I think India is such a teenager when it comes to handling social presence. While media and movie makers are en-cashing on this crazy crowd, we are losing on our integrity and lot more. I get astonished to see the number of fan clubs stars like Shah Rukh Khan, Salman Khan, Rajnikanth have on social networks like twitter, Facebook etc. Yet it doesn't bother me, after-all they are public figures. But when I see people passing nasty, derogatory comments to each other in support of the heroes they worship, I feel bothered. 

The recent cyber bullying of singer Sona Mohapatra when she tweeted “Women thrashed people run over, wild life massacred and yet #hero of the nation. ‘Unfair’. India full of such supporters,” as an answer to Salman’s infamous rape comment, should raise concern amongst all. The kind of comments thrown at the singer to combat her attack on a man our nation follows like a brainless creature, made me cringe and think that are we living in a civilised society at all? These same people had stood against Tanmay Bhatt’s comic take on Sachin Tendulkar and Lata Mangeshkar. This hypocrisy proves my concern on dim-witted, thick-headed hero worship.

Frankly I disliked the video by Tanmay Bhatt too, because somewhere I thought it crossed the border of fun and entered into derogation and insult. But my opinion should not be based on the people the comments are aimed at, it should be content driven. But sadly this is far from the reality of the twitterati and social butterflies flying around.

Ø  When a movie like “Kabali” which is solely dependent on swag instead of content does ~200 crore business from pre-booking and earns a holiday for employees in many organisations, when the liability of Virat Kohli’s bad performance in a cricket match is thrusted on the presence of her girl-friend around, when Salman Khan can get away with anything and everything he says or does, don’t you think we are in an era when the media is earning  bread by controlling our minds the way they want, illiteracy has found a new vent and logical thinking has evaporated into thin air.  

Earlier we were blindfolded by religion, region, economic standards, now a new genre is added to this list which is “social media hype and hashtags”. Time to introspect!!! Time to understand the blurring line between following an icon and becoming a fanatic about him/her......

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta
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পূজো পূজো গন্ধ

পূজো আসছে 

বাঙালিদের জন্য দূর্গা পূজো একটা অনুভূতি।  যার ব্যাখ্যা করা মোটেই সহজ না।  বছরের ওই কটি দিন শুধু না, দূর্গা পূজো  আমাদের  মন আবরণ করে থাকে ৩৬৫ দিন। যখনি হৃদ মাঝারে মেঘের সঞ্চার হয়, গর্জনে কেঁপে ওঠে সত্তা, মায়ের ঘরে ফেরার আশাই বাঁচিয়ে রাখে জীবনের দ্রুত প্রবাহকে। অদ্ভুত এই উন্মাদনা, অদ্ভুত এই ভালোবাসা যা এক উৎসব কে কেন্দ্র করে উত্পন্ন হয়ে, এক হৃদয় থেকে অন্য হৃদয়ে পৌঁছে যায়। এই ধরুণ, অফিসার কাজে আজ যখন মত্ত ছিলাম, কোথাও থেকে ঢাকের বাধ্য ভেসে এসে, মন টাকে অস্থির করে তুললো। না চাইতেই , এক রাস প্রসন্নতা আলিঙ্গন করলো মনটাকে। 

কিন্তু এই সুখ তো একার না, তাই তো ভালাম "এই পূজো পূজো গন্ধটা" সকলের মাঝে ছড়িয়ে দি। তাই তো এই কবিতা।...   

নতুন জামা, নতুন জুতো, নতুন অনুভূতি,
পূজো মানে খাঁটি হর্ষ, শুভ প্রতিশ্রুতি। 
শঙ্খ ধ্বনি, ঢাকের বাদ্দি, সেকি রম্য কল্লোল,
উৎসবের ছোঁয়ায় মাতোয়ারা মন, হৃদ পরিপূর্তি। 

দূরে কোন মন্দিরে, বাজছে যেন ঘন্টা,
আকাশ ময় ভাসছে যে মেঘ, একটু অনাবিষ্ট। 
কাশঁফুলেতে দিয়েছে দোলা বাতাস আবেগ পূর্ণ,
তুমি, আমি খুশির খোঁজে ডুবেছি যথেষ্ট। 

পূজো মানে আড্ডা মারা, পূজো স্মৃতিচারণ,
পূজো মানে নিজেকে খোঁজা,একটু অন্য রকম। 
পূজো মানে চিকেন রোল, পূজো ফুচ্কা খাওয়া,
পূজো মানে উদ্দীপনায় গা ভাসিয়ে দেওয়া। 

নাটকের মহলা, ডায়ালগ হলো কি মুখস্ত?
উত্তেজনা, উদ্দীপনা মিশ্রিত এক বাক্স।
তাই পূজো মানে অন্য আমি, অন্য আমার সজ্জা,
সেই আমি কে অনাবৃত করে, এই "পূজো পূজো গন্ধ" 

অরিত্রা চক্রবর্তী সেনগুপ্ত

Penning down thoughts...don't read it!!!

It is raining. Outside and inside. Outside it is water, but inside it is emotions, emptiness and unanswered questions that is raining heavily. And it often happens to me, but somehow I never write about it. Probably the story that goes inside is difficult to trap and portray in words. So I did never try. But today is another day and let tonight be a good night for my literary genius, that has just peeped out of the cocoon it had encrusted itself into. Long back in a conference some famous author had said "there is no writer's block that exist in reality." I had believed her and I still do. But now I know it does not hold good for all and now I also know what a writer's block is. And it is nothing but lack of encouragement. When you find that you are actually moving away from your dream, when you understand that you have thrusted on yourself too much work that hardly interest you and when you realise that passing days are not adding on to your experience as a human being, you do entire into a noncreative oblivion, which may be termed as "writer's block."

When I was a kid, I used to think that life is a movie and I was the heroine. But as candles got added to my birthday cake each year, I understood how ordinary a life I was living. I appreciated the fact that I was not exploring the world around me and I was not even exploring my deep seated aspirations. Unfortunately I never had the guts to be a rebel and break the cliches. I never could break out of the societal analogies of success, goodness etc. So quite unaware of what I wanted from myself, I became a chemical engineer. And with the kind of academic brains I was born with, I survived and emerged victorious. I even got a good job. But was I mentally prepared to be chemical engineer throughout my life? Was that all my heart was beating for? Those are the unanswered questions that rang and still rings in my mind.

I loved to dance, I loved act in plays. Today nobody will believe that I had done great kathak steps for a dance show without a formal training in the dance form. Confidence of execution reduces with reduction of practice,until it vanishes, as it has for me today. Now I cannot take to stage and do dance moves as I once did. For acting, I am still good at it and am comfortable in my skin on the stage. Blogging came to me few years back, but I knew I couldn't make a career out of it, because I write for myself, forced topics never excite me and hence I am kind of nonsalable. I couldn't be a slave to consumerism. But my aspiration to become a novelist increased with every passing day. With no knowledge of how the publishing business goes I plunged into writing my first novel. Slowly realising that without any godfather or without any connection it was tough to reach out to any publishing house, leave alone the famous ones. During the course of time, which is still on, I came in contact with one famous literary agent too. I would not name her, but she stained my thoughts on the distinction between creativity and money making.

Anyways my search for a publisher is on...and I don't know if it will ever end. But I am glad that I have not quit yet and I will never do. I will keep writing, whenever discouraging remarks and attitudes around fail to push me to oblivion..I will continue and continue and continue. With all my unanswered questions, with all my gauging of myself I continue to seek excellence in whatever I undertake. I am a chemical engineer, intoxicated at the thought of creativity. I am a traveler in my mind, both literally and metaphorically.

let the world be liberated of all preconceived notions!!

Before being human, be yourself!!

Do you face similar problems with yourself? Do you have unanswered queries bombarding your mind? I guess all creative people go through this...write about it.

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

Lost in hazing greens...

There wasn't a me, there wasn't a you,

There wasn't a moment of low.

There wasn't an iota of lingering sour,

There was no friend, no foe.

It was just the fog to keep us company,

The showers, the greens and the exotic rainbow.

But it is a task to return to truth,

Though gladly the memories formed a delectable dough.

Aritra

It was early in the morning when we started off for our weekend indulgence, of sinking into the thirst quenching greens, of the countryside of Maharashtra, around the maddening city of Mumbai. It was overcast and the greens were in pure glory, we took the Mumbai-Nashik Highway. Looking out of the window of the car, gave a sense of being alive and breathing. To me the journey to the destination is a also an integral part of the vacation, so it is important to make it joyful. We drove, we giggled and off-course we let ourselves become the paparazzi for the self proclaimed celebrities in us. There was no end to clicking, posing and more smiles. We stopped for hearty breakfast midway, but the fascinating stop for me was the tea break. The road was more than empty, the sideways were lined with lush greenery and tangible clouds. The wind whistled and fiendishly danced around, while the grey mountains exemplified dichotomy against the prolific greens. Oh! What a beauty and how opulent! And then to add to the surging pleasure were steaming cups of tea, from the road-side tea stall.

From left Avishek, me, Shalaka and Nilesh

Our Travel-diaries

and the cups of tea....

We reached Igatpuri in the afternoon and thanks to our friend Nilesh who arranged the resort in the extremely short notice of a day, the place was absolute serenity. Placed in a quantifiable distance from the main highway, or infact from any possible hamlet, "Jen Jon resort in Igatpuri" stands for peace. But mind you, there is no ATM around and internet/mobile networks are exceedingly poor, so if you ever plan to plunge into absolute seclusion, carry enough cash. Our rooms were literally made of glass, but strategically enough the transparency varied giving you adequate privacy and off course the curtains did the rest. View from the rooms was breathtaking with the "Vaitarna Lake and the luxuriant greens" to keep you company. The food and hospitality were warm, well warm goes with both right!! On a serious note I loved the "rotis and chicken curry". In the evening we drove down to the dam and lake, it was so refreshing. The tranquility of the water, the overcast sky and red soil around will remain with me. I recommend JenJon to all who aspire to have some raw piece of peace and experience alienation for sometime. Believe me it is worth it!!

Jen Jon, our glass rooms

View from our room

View from our room

Dip Dip into the waters of Lake Vaitarna

Next morning after breakfast we headed to Bhandardhara, completely unplanned, thanks to the technology that GPS guided us to our destination smoothly. But sadly after the soft serenity of Igatpuri, overcrowded Bhandardhara did not match our expectation. The natural beauty, the waterfalls, the grey mountains and opulent spread of green was somewhat upset by the mindless and arrogant crowd. They were littering, shouting and had parked their vehicles haywire creating traffic jam. However after visiting the famous Radha falls we decided to stop in a place which was in seclusion, and that we did. We stopped by a nascent waterfall, streaming on the stones, it started raining and we completely drenched ourselves and relieved from the impact of the head-splitting crowd. Here I request everyone reading my blog, even if the number is very small, please spread the word "STOP SPOILING the natural beauty of the places, do not litter, do not park inappropriately."

Radha Falls

Radha Falls

At last a place to relax

At the end we reached Mumbai but only after a wholesome Punjabi meal in a road side dhaba and off course oodles of tempting memoirs. Thanks to my companions Shalaka and Nilesh and my darling hubby Avishek for making a two day trip worth a lifetime....

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

Hard Rock Cafe-Indulgence and more...

It been long since I wrote anything, or probably its been long since I got something good to write about. I believe a writer/ blogger/narrator's life should be full of vivid and awesome experiences, which serve as inspirations to live on, write on and breeze along the path. Probably that's the reason why all narrators love to travel. 

Work was keeping me busy for quite sometime now, which is a pity, as I believe life is too short and should be lived up to the mark. While the hectic schedule was sucking the life blood out of me, my hubby thoughtfully decided to give me some moments of interlude...and a much needed one. To me the idea of chilling out is dancing, boozing comes secondary to me...while the order reverses itself for my hubby. So we decided,and a last minute decision it was, that we will go to the Hard Rock Cafe, Worli, where both the orders are satisfied and to the  most fulfilling extent. 

Hard Rock Cafe, or HRC as they say is a chilling out paradise, with good music and reasonably good food. But then you may ask how is it different from the numerous lounges and pubs that mark to be important parts of the euphoric and effervescent Mumbai night life? Well, to answer that I can safely say, that its the staff. They are friendly and immediately make you feel warm and happy as you enter the place. Besides I was completely bowled over by their dancing talent, especially the sexy lady, unfortunately I missed to ask her name. They led the cheerful crowd through mesmerising and catchy moves in a way that even non-dancers won't be able to stop themselves from hitting the floor for long. I adored the spirit.

Coming to food, well when your main focus is dancing you hardly have any, yet we had fish and chips and buffalo wings in blue cheese sauce, they tasted good. For the drinks my hubby Avishek had beer and I had my favourite margarita. They were good too. The ambience of the place is also in accordance to the name and is intriguing to say the least. They also have a clothing line on the name of hard rock, with a store inside the pub premises. The rest of the decor had the essence of rock bands and things related to that. In totality I loved HRC and recommend it to people who wish to let loose, who are non-believers of holding back and who are wishing to destress work life pressure like me.

Keep up the spirit HRC!!!

Decked up for the night

And the dancing

Raise a toast

All smiles

Swing....

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

ভালো আছো তো?

ভালো আছো ? হঠাৎ জানতে ইচ্ছে হল 

ভালো আছো তো ?

আজ খুব বৃষ্টি পড়ছে ,আকাশ মেঘাচ্ছন্ন 

যেন দূর থেকে তোমার প্রিয় রবীন্দ্রসংগীত ভেসে এল 

আর অমনি মন আকাশের থেকেও বেশী ভারাক্রান্ত 

প্রশ্নের আলোরণে ভিতরটা  ছিন্নভিন্ন 

তাই জিজ্ঞাসা করেই ফেললাম 

ভালো আছো তো ?

আমায় যদি এই একি প্রশ্ন করো 

উত্তর পাবে না কিন্তু 

কি করে আর বলবো বলো?

যে তোমায় ছাড়া ভালো নেই, ভালো নেই , ভালো নেই.....

অভিমান মুখ চেঁপে ধরবে 

ক্রোধ করবে গলা রুদ্ধ 

তাও যে জানতে ইচ্ছে করে 

কি ? ভালো আছো তো ?

আচ্ছা চিনি দিয়ে চা খাওয়াটা বন্ধ করেছো তো?

আর বেশী রাত জাগা, সেটা?

কারণে, অকারণে ইচ্ছে মতো ওষুধ খাও না?

আগে যা ডাক্তারী করতে, বাবাঃ!

শরীরের খেয়াল রেখো 

বয়সটা বাড়ছে না?

জানিনা এখন কতটা নিয়মাবদ্ধ হয়েছো 

ঐ! সত্যি করে বলো তো, ভালো আছো তো?


মা বলে আমি রোগা হয়ে গেছি
তুমি তো জানো, মা সব সময়ই আমায় রোগা দেখে
তোমাকে আর কি বলবো, তুমিও তো তাই
একবার অসুস্থ হওয়াতে কি ভয় পেয়েছিলে, কি মনে আছে?
আচ্ছা আমার ছোট্ট গোলাপ গাছটায় ফুল হয়?
আলো নিভিয়ে, রাতে ওটার গায়ের গন্ধ মেখে শুয়ে থাকো এখনো?
দ্বিধা হলেও আজ বলছি, আমি ওই গাছটাকে একা ফেলে ভালো নেই জানো
কিন্তু তুমি ভালো আছো তো?


আমাদের, মানে তোমাদের শোবার ঘরের জানলা দিয়ে
কি সুন্দর সূর্যোদয় দেখা যায় বলো?
কোনো আকাশ ছোয়া অট্টালিকা
সেই রক্তিমকে কেড়ে নেয়নি তো?
রাতের বেলার সেই চন্দ্রপ্রভা
তাও তো আজো আসে নিশ্চই বারান্দা প্লাবিত করে
সেই সূর্য, চাঁদকে দূরে সরিয়ে, আমি ভালো নেই জানো
তুমি তাদের নিয়ে ভালো আছো তো ?


দোষ গুনের অঙ্ক অনেক কষেছি
হিসাব মেলেনি কখনো
অভিজ্ঞতা দিয়ে উপলব্ধি করেছি
মান,অভিমানের মাঝেও ভালোবাসার প্রদীপ আড়ালে জ্বলে
আজ একা, এই বর্ষণমুখর দিনে, তাই তো হৃদয়টাকে শব্দ দিয়ে আঁকছি
হয়তো এই চিঠি তুমি কোনো দিন পড়বে না, তাও!!
জানো? নূতন, পূরাতন কে আড়াল করে, নাশ করে না
তোমার নূতন কে সঙ্গী করে, তুমি ভালো আছো তো?

অরিত্রা চক্রবর্তী সেনগুপ্ত 

Wedding Wish....

As you endorse this new journey my friend

Here’s heart felt wishes sent your way

Let your nights be lit with sedate moonlight

Mornings marked with the crimson ray!!

As you endorse this new journey my friend

Let your face shine in the glory of vermillion

Wish both of you live in immense togetherness

For years million…trillion

Wrote this for a friend to wish her a happy married life...may be u can use it somewhere :-)

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

Praktan-a tale of diverging relationships

A song I really loved from the movie

Whenever it is about bengali movies, there is a different feeling and reviewing it becomes a task, given to the emotional pressure. Possibly staying away from Bengal infuses love for the language, culture and state in a more illustrious way. So whenever these movies hit the theatres in Mumbai, we definitely make it a point to watch.

Today I want to explicitly pour my feelings on the undertaken emotional journey last weekend. Yes "Praktan" meaning former is a tale of diverging emotional vulnerabilities. The title is a reflection of the relationship status of the leading pair Ujaan and Sudipa, played by acting stalwarts Prosenjit Chatterjee and Rituparna Sengupta respectively. These actors have evolved with every undertaken role and have infused life into them which is largely unremitting. 

But what intrigues me about "Praktan" is the way the story or the essence has been conveyed to the audience. This movie is a journey, both literally and metaphorically. The characters have boarded "Gyaneshwari Express" and are on their way from "Mumbai" to "Kolkata". And as the train roll along, they take us through a soul-searching voyage on relationships, emotions and a layer beneath the conspicuous.

While Sudipta is sharing bracket with her "praktan" husband's current wife played by Aparajita Auddy and his child, and is evidently in a coup of emotional outburst. There are other characters who portray different colours of human correspondence. In one coupe there are well known musicians from Bengal, playing themselves in the movie. While this coupe originates music throughout the journey which resonates through personal spaces of the characters and the audience alike, Surojit Chatterjee also touch upon his sad retire from the celebrated Bangla Band "Bhoomi". In another coupe an elderly couple played by Soumitra Chattopadhyay and Sabitri Chattopadhyay, emphasise the beauty of togetherness in that age. While another coupe has a fat, insecure husband with his beautiful wife, who probably are facing the insecurities for the first time in that train, on their honeymoon trip. So in a nutshell Shiboprasad Mukherjee and Nandita Roy, converted Gyaneshwari into a melting pot of diverse emotions.

Ujaan and Sudipa had married each other in love. Their intellectual bent of mind had attracted them to an extent of tying the knot. However they discover each other only after they  are together. And eventually their love faces a defeat against their immense egos and grossly incompatible sensibilities, leading to a separation. But can a signature really separate people? Well, this movie is an answer. Ujaan and Sudipa continue to love each other, with hearts full of complains. And when fate brings them face to face after 10 long years, they discover the hidden emotions and gracefully quit a realm which had given them the first taste of love.

Praktan leaves you in a space of thought. You tend to weigh your feelings and somewhat rectify which might go wrong. While everyone have acted unbelievably natural, Aparajita Auddy steals the show by her loud yet lovable character. In totality it was a great watch. Kudos to the team. And thanks for the soulful trip of "Tilottama", a breathe of fresh air for people like us!!!!

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

TO LIVE A DREAM

A beautiful Rabindra Sangeet, I am sure you will enjoy, even if you don't understand the language the tune will touch you!!

I woke up to see a dream. I had been sleeping like a queen, on a round bed with flowing white, satin bed sheet. I believe I would have slept till eternity, given to the luxury my body was subject to, if the naughty breeze had not tickled my ears and hid in my Rapunzel like long, black traces. I woke up to play early morning hide & seek with the sea wind that whirled through the room, making the pink, satin curtains go haywire. I could see the glowing emerald through open windows. The sparkling white sand led gradually, smoothly and deliciously to the bluish green waters. A strangely, dreamy and vulnerable aroma fill the room. I guess tropical flowers contributed to that.

When my sleepy eyes had completed scanning the magnificence of the surroundings, they fell on my hubby sleeping peacefully, looking remarkably unguarded. I smiled at the naughty thoughts that peeped through my mind. I placed a loving peck on his forehead and jumped off the bed. On my lemon yellow gown, the crimson rays landed gracefully making it blush to a delectable orange. I walked towards the open window, which welcomed me with a rush of flavorous yet fiendish air. My hair gave away and flew to cover my eyes. And when I removed that, I could feel the smile, which my hubby claims to be arresting, enlightening my breeze-kissed face.

If someone could decipher the impetus behind that pre-eminent grin, she/he would know that it was the magnum opus that lay in front of my city-sick eyes. The sun had just relieved itself from the mighty grip of the unknown dark shadows and appeared in a sedate glory. A glory that has glorified the ocean and revealed it's opulent beauty from behind the curtains of the dark night. There was an unsung festivity around and I couldn't stop my feet from walking out of that cottage. When I stepped out, the breeze struck more voraciously. I was gay to see no iota of human life or sensibilities around. After ages,  I felt like myself again.

I walked on the soft, silvery sand that caressed my feet. Some bushes were ablaze with unknown flowers and a riot of colours. The tropical essence infused life in me. I was walking and walking, until the sand felt wet. The ocean must have kissed this part secretly in the magical darkness of the moonlit night, before receding back to the lines of decency. My mind was weaving a "tale of love" between the depths of the mighty ocean and gritty/greedy silvery delight. In no time, my feet touched my "majestic blues". I sat down to feel it from nummy closeness. As if I wished it's unison with my existence, unison of nature with my soul.

"As I behold the dancing waves 

As I behold them come

I drench myself in divine sedate

I drench myself in love

The breezy day breathes life in me

While I lovingly gather strength to survive"

By Aritra

I sat on the sand and let the water wet me. Then I closed my eyes and started humming one of my favourite creations of Tagore "Khela Ghar Bhandte legechi, amar moner bhitore...." (have shared the song in the beginning of my narrative). Oblivion engulfed in no time, I could hear the song being carried to my ears by the salty sea breeze. I loved my life...I..I "Aritra, Aritra get up honey.....it's time...you are sleeping too late....". It was Avishek my husband's voice. I woke up to see the reality.....

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta

My City of dreams-Mumbai

As a kid I grew up amidst lush greenery

Shadowy meadows and thorny bushes of berry

Fast and furious city life was a menace to me

Nothing more repulsive, nothing more scary!




But time got me to face challenges new

The secured hamlet ceased to bestow its glorious hue

The scorching city sun glared at me

I missed the sylvette beauty and the drops of dew!




Tick, Tock, Tick time moved on

And against my awareness my thoughts evolved

I learnt to drink from the glass of fun

A craze for this madness eventually developed!




Though the first rendezvous was not long back

Yet the presence of this dreamy city has grown on me

From marine drive and the necklace of the queen

To colorful "chowpati" life by the Arabian Sea!




This city and its virtues are numerous and more

Be it the heavenly rains and the smell of roasted corn

Or the happening nightlife with glittery and gloss

It gives a life full of life, no spare to forlorn!

A city that houses art and literature
A city that evokes that craft
A city that harness the dreamer in you
And your hidden sensibilities updraft!

“Vada Pao”, “Pao Bhaji” or “cutting chai”

Or the illuminating festivities on “Ganesh Chathurthi”

This city and it’s numerous shades of life
Leaves me awestruck, whatever the occasion be!

Mumbai teaches you to be a Marathon runner
Ceaseless effort and countless hurdle
And at the finishing line you stand successful
Proud of your entity with eyes full of sparkle!

But to me this city is my little apartment
From my merry dark corner I watch the city-light
I experience the cacophony of delectable life
From the sky touching corner of my nest of love, in the darkness of the night!

pic courtesy google images

Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta