Saturday, January 16, 2010

Oh not so mushy after all...

One ride on a public bus in Kolkata jolted me back to my senses. All those sweet mushy excesses that I have been witness to was washed out of the window, thanks to the string of abuses and threats that shot into my overhearing ear. I never thought that a simple bus ride to my old haunt - college and beyond - would prove so enlightening.


I was feeling quite happy that even after being quite out of touch with the public transport in good ol' Calcutta, I had managed to grab a seat. And then came the fated phone call. Now if one has taken a ride on a Calcutta bus, one must have noticed that something as personal as a phone call does not remain all that personal anymore. From the very first ring to the awkward (for the unfortunate listeners in this case) end to that conversation (as is the case here) the whole process is a public affair. The conversation is carried out in a voice quite above normal, blame the traffic and the external noise as well as the person on the other side. Now it is the responsibility of the co-passengers to maintain one's dignity and at least pretend to not overhear or not overhear at all. Yours truly, being quite out of practice with the art couldn't help overhearing - though in my defense I was sitting next to the this person - and the words that shot into my ear were like missiles shooting out and splintering in every possible direction. 


When the person in question got off at a nearby stop I wondered, is it the passage of time, or the weather, or the geographical location, or was it I simply lacked the power of observation and "overhearing"... or is it a natural course that a relationship runs through?


Anyway, I have done too much of pondering on this issue over the last two posts. I will rest my case and let the rightful figure it out.

13 comments:

kaatib said...

hey,
This is written in a quite different style from your other posts. And I think I like this better

asmita said...

@ Kaatib: Thanks... was not written with any intention to write differently.
Btw, when I wrote about the missile and splintering, I was reminded about your rocket whizzing out in different directions from your body ;D

Rishikesh said...

Lucid and Trendy expresssion once more... Yeh Delhi nahi kakatta hei behanji.... Banglai fire ai Maa..

asmita said...

@Rishikesh: Bangla teo ekta ache. Amar readers ra mostly bangali and I am not all that comfortable either. So I think you have to make do with English as of now.
But thanks for the comment anyway :)

Postman said...

Ever thought about getting on a bus and then having a really disgusting pretend conversation on the phone? That might teach people a lesson about privacy and taste. I've thought about it; I just haven't had opportunity to test it.

I agree with kaatib. I like the style of this post immensely. And thanks for stopping by my blog!

Mahul Bhattacharya said...

I must say, that's why I love Kolkata so much, almost nothing is personal over there.

Everyone is interested in the smallest, juiciest little detail of your life. Most people hate might hate Kolkata for this, but I, like you love it all the more.

Adil Hossain said...

hmm a picturesque and cynical description of the good old Kolkata...Natural!..

crumbs said...

:D
by now, shouldn't you be used to tuning out? or is a certain someone not training you enough?

asmita said...

Postman: Thanks!
Well I haven't tried it yet, but since u have thought about it already, why don't you try it out first and then we'll see what can be done ;D

asmita said...

MB: It is true that that is the Kolkata I have always loved and will continue doing so, only that this happened way too soon after what I posted last.
Thanks for the comment though :)

asmita said...

Adil: Cynical true but picturesque I am not all that sure. Wasn't the intention at least. But thanks for dropping by.

asmita said...

Crumbs: In my defense I had my guards down because I was hundreds of miles away from the root cause! ;P

Postman said...

Asmita! I've nominated you for an award! It's over at my blog. Congratulations!