Puddles

It was like jumping into a puddle mistaking it for an ocean. While you thought it was deep but the ground touches your feet just as soon as you jump. The murk stains your shoes and the wetness seeps into your socks to your feet. That's when you know it was a mistake and you start thinking about cleaning it up. It hurts when you were hoping for good and it never occurs to you. You stand in the puddle and keep staring at the murk on your boots. You retrospect and calculate how you got into this.

For some this ocean is the ocean of promises that turns out to be a murky puddle of lies. That's exactly where you fall and stain yourself or even worse, break a leg. Breaking a leg and never trusting anymore to dive into oceans. I don't know if heartbreaks are only for those in love, because it hurts twice as much to know you were a fool. And you know what's the worst part than breaking a leg? You getting used to falling into puddles. The first time you exclaim with a 'What the hell', 'Oh shit!' or 'Oh my God'. The next time you might say, 'Oh! Not again!'. But when you are habituated, you smirk and move on thinking, 'I knew this was coming.' This is when you carry on with a bittersweet relation with puddles. And one day, when falling in puddles aren't new anymore you dig a hole for someone. An ocean or puddle, the choice is yours.

Letter to Plath

Dear Plath,

My younger soul was fascinated by your courage to express and I was intrigued by your story. I could feel the fire in you through your poetry. I have learnt to hate with a passion and to not fear death. For when it doesn't come, I can still crave for it. Now when I am a few years older, I have started thinking about you again. In my lonely hours under the shower I chant in whispers, "Dying; Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well." I have died several deaths. One time with a broken heart and all other times I have done it myself. But I left no visible scars. No one knew. I stare at glittering waters of the river shining gold during the sunset. My mind feels like diving in. Not because I love water or swimming. But because I can't swim. I imagine how would it be to have a watery grave. But I realize they would take me away and put me elsewhere. People would be scared and unknown people would hold my wet body. Children would be scarred for life. So I only stare.

Plath, I wish to be like you. When heartbreaks don't feel like anything to me and my thoughts fade with my unfocused gaze. When blood becomes a mere colour and a burn, a wound that leaves a mark. When pain and ache are not sensible anymore. When my mind calculates years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds and breaths. Till I take my last. Honestly, I do it now. Not all the time but very frequently. Those who hurt me, I look at them and say in my mind, "I'll be gone. I'll be gone soon and you'll not find me to hurt me again." It's thrilling to understand how one day I'll be an empty space in someone's life. Some will remember me with love and some with hate. Those who won't remember with either of the two will still remember me. And there'll be someone like me, who will want to be me like I wanted to be you. Till then it is a long way to walk on pebbles barefeet. A path sometimes laid with thorns. The thorns that came with the roses I once craved for. The thorns that prick and bring blood yet make me more adamant to keep walking. I'll walk till I reach the edge from where I'll fly down to hell if there's no place in paradise for me with you.

Wait for me, Plath. Till then wait.

Street Food in Kolkata

MA Third Semester Examination 2019 in Journalism and Mass Communication

Subject- New Media- Practical 

Paper code- JMC 304 CC-Part B (Computer)

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Roll No-214/JMC/181010

Date of Examination- 10.01.2020

Street Food in Kolkata

Kolkata is a paradise for food lovers when it comes to street food. Decker’s Lane to Territi Bazar, you can visit anywhere to treat your taste buds and that too at unbelievable prices.

Tea at Princep Ghat

Street Food in Kolkata is not only pocket friendly but also is a global menu. From Chinese to Mughal, all kinds of food are available on the small shacks and stalls of Kolkata. One can go about eating breakfast, lunch, snacks and dinner all on the streets of Kolkata.

Breakfast

Want a sumptuous breakfast? Have a plate of Kachori, dal, jalebi and a steaming cup of chai. For a Chinese breakfast go to Territi Bazar for those juicy dumplings and filling Thukpas. 

Famous Dal-Kachori

Lunch

Want good lunch? Take a tour on Decker’s lane and have your lunch with any kind of South Indian dishes like Dosa, Uttapam, idli. Or just stick to indo-chinese.

Dosa and Idli from Rashbehari 

Snacks

For snacks simply go for chats, phuchkas etc. The options are endless. Puffed rice with fritters (Chops, as we call it here). 

Brinjal Fritters (Beguni) 

Dinner

And for dinner, you can try some lovely street side Kolkata biryani or Kathi Rolls or Mughai Parathas.

Kathi Roll from Kusums

No matter which part of the city you go to, street food will always be your saviour. Kolkata doesn’t make anyone starve. Good food at great prices make the concept of Street Food in Kolkata unique. 

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