Ritendra's Blog

After weeks of being in a state of indecision and despondency, I feel writing some facts of life that i have observed during my working days. (not much, just a year). If you thought its the mullah thats everyone is concerned about..well you cant be more wrong. The mullah of crisp green paper counts when you take up the job, but after that everyting is about relationship. I mean your subconscious state of well being. Afterall Humans are emotional beings not rational, whatever professional hierarchy you might be in dosent change your emotional persona overpowering your rational persona. At Brainware, Bisakha, Madhumita, Piyali and Aparupa all of them left within two months of joining not because their salary was low, but they were treated in a high handed manner. So did I. Left the job of teaching Communicative english after one and half month. Treating juniors in a high handed manner and keeping them on the leash is a sure shot method of extracting work....

Last day on my way to central Avenue, to the typesetter, i spotted this store "Oxford Stationary" and there stood on the gate a character straight from Mulk raj Anand's "Coolie" A old man doing ardent toil to forge a little gain, saw some fasting men go forth on hurrying feet. I looked at myself.... Unlike them i work at a University Press, wear polished boots, ironed clothes, carriees an american tourister bag but it was a epiphanic moment for me.... If u peeped in my soul you could see its battled with great grief and fears that borne the conflict of dream-shattering years, wounded with fierce desire and worn with strife....... I took away my gaze and got on the bus........ for this is life.

All of us goes through this phase.... what gift to buy for somebody...Well thats not a decision we take consciously, though we might think we are. Though vulgar it may sound the rationale behind buying gifts depends not on what we can afford but on the economic condition of the receiver. Teenagers dont fall in this category. college goers often take credits to buy gifts for friends and loved ones. But once you are baked by the realities of professionalism and reach middle age, your subconscious changes. At  middle age when you buy gifts, you think of the receivers economic condition... "well i am buyng gift for so n so..he is so rich...if i dont buy costly gift he wont appreciate" n if the receiver is on the lower side of the social hierarchy." haa buy anything cheap... he cant appreciate costly gifts"...while the irony is the "lesser mortal" might have appreciated the costly gift more and as for the "blessed soul".... no gift can make him happ...

I have been treavelling in local trains since 5 years...but never have i seen this.... today morning while coming to office some passengers who were standing near the door shouted to a magazine and newspaper vendor at the opposite platform of Hindmotor station....and without delay the old magazine seller takes out a semi porn magazine, pops out a page with seductive girls picture on them and places it above his head... the passengers shouts back in appreciation.... chukles and satisfaction filled sounds fills the air..... wonder whether this "beautiful" "sight seeing" on way to work a goodwill gesture by the magazine seller......tempting prospective customers...

When we say "friend" -  They can basically be grouped into two types....no no no...not boyfriends and girl friends as you might have thought, but known friends and facebook/Orkut friends....Known friends are persons whom you have meet physically either in some school, colleges, neighbourhood and many such places where you go. But "Online Friends" as we call them....are persons who existists in virtual reality....well until you gather the courage or desire to meet them (like the film 'tokhun 23'). Theres a lot of literature analysing the depths of friendship, particularly that of men and women. Can there be depth in online friendship? Before i started using social networking sites.i believed..there can never be.... (next after lunch).........

23.2.2011 (Wednesday) Ananya di has been reading Taslima Nasreen since yesterday.......n today we were arguing.... Ms Nasreen definately brings out the 'argumentative indian' in you...... My cousin brother never does any reading while comng to office.... my sister-in-law Ananya di who sits nest to him in his spanking new silver Dezire always reads something or the other....while i sit next to the driver, in the front, and was leafing through Anne Franks Diary... And The debate was... as u can guess for the obvious Taslima connection... were girls more intelligent!! huhh..dada and I thundered back, girls are too dumb, n those girls who score good marks are too serious and they study for 23 hours a day.... dada popped up with an appropriate example of how a senior in JU got 2nd in aero space..but was never to be seen studying.....always sleeping while in his room n when not sleeping playing cricket.

Looking back.... I never thought i would feel such, but i must admit I miss Rabindrabharati university  days..... although when i was there never felt something that could be called enjoyable..... had some bits of fun n socialising.... but most of the time of those two years the anticipation of being happy on leaving this university would occupy my mind. At University there were some who could not stand me, and I returned the compliment by hating them equally. It cannot be said that if they loved me i would have liked them....and i strongly feel an urge of putting up a vivid analysis of all those creatures with whom i shared the classroom....bt i will have some mercy on the unsespecting reader...n leave those things out.....