The Mind Machine

রঙের চিহ্ন             ঘামের দাগের সাথে আঁশটে গন্ধ                 চারিয়ে যাচ্ছে রাতে মন-কেমনে ভেজাল                       চোখের জল আমার সঙ্গে পালিয়ে যাবি?                                  -- চল ..

Kolkata.. the city of Trams.. the city of olden days of British rule.. the city of culture.. the city of hand pulled rickshaws.. the city of Durgapuja... the city of mishtis.. the city of Eastbengal-Mohunbagan.. the city of Hoogly river.. and ofcourse.. the city of sheer joy.. The city of mine.. My city, however, is special because of the people here.. politics.. cinema.. football.. puja sale..  people just need one reason to get excited .. I just love to be a part of the vibrant.. colorful crowd here.. Dear KOLKATA.. this is for you.. !! (Banglay na lekhar jonyo dukkhito.. dwitiyo porbo shighro asiteche.. fultu banglay.)

Some doors were open, some closed.. I went inside some.. some I didn’t dare to.. some welcomed me.. some didn't like my inquisitiveness.. not only walk-the-alleys trip but.. This was Pune as a whole.. Liked the city with its co-existence of old and new cultures in specific ratio.. It's old narrow alleys with aged  wadi s.. and the posh roads with a boastful Ferrari.. Local people going to the roadside temple before starting the daily chores.. And girls in mini’s in the malls and pubs.. But I liked the old one more.. While walking down the old and aged lanes, one can smell the old days and the past glory that adds to the character of the city.. Loved the 'feel good' effect that will probably remain with me forever.. Pune will be my second home.. always.. :) AGE FRAMED.. I-M-MOBILE IMPERFECT POSE THE SECRET