Wednesday, March 17, 2010


As I entered the university gates today, I saw the little black puppy I've come to adore lying spread-eagled on the floor, presumably trying very hard to procure his (rather well deserved) afternoon nap. However, the cries of victory was distracting him and he twitched from side to side, too lazy to move to another corner and too little to voice feeble protest as if to say, "stop it, you're distracting me. Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?"

Red abeer, laughter, tears and sweet enmeshed together while the jheel, with its mucky water was subjected to yet another onslaught of vile colour. 

The policemen* in their yellow ochre robes seemed to be enjoying themselves. A whisper here, a pat on the back there- the scorching afternoon sun it seemed had not dampened anyone's mood. "They're alert, alright," he whispered. " I was there last year. And the year before. The policemen are always here when the votes are counted."

Guitars were played, songs were sung and cigarettes smoked as the afternoon rolled on.

In the evening, the cucumber seller arrived as usual. By then the mirth had subsided and stories were shared, jokes were cracked. 

The evening saw three weary souls stopping for a glass of water, tired but content that the day had come to a close.

*Safdar informs me that the policemen were actually guards and not *real* policemen. They had J.U (acronym for Jadavpur University) pinned onto their shoulders instead of K.P (short for Kolkata Police) *

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