Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Rains In Kolkata



“Ami bristi dekhechi
Bristi r chobi ekechi…..” – Anjan Dutta

I have never been in any other city in monsoon except Kolkata. I have heard of gorgeous sea view in Mumbai at the time of monsoon, and there are hill stations which look marvelously green in this season. But all I have seen and felt is Kolkata turns into a grey moth; that does have a beauty not visible to everyone.


In Kolkata you will see bunch of kids, in a rainy morning, going to school, in raincoats, looking like little aliens, coming from some unknown planet. You will see potholes filled with muddy rain water, having a reflection of the grey sky, looking like little mirrors thrown in the pitched road.


There are drops in the iron bar of bus window, dangling like a glazy grey pearl, and above all the grey sky holding green fresh leafy branches in its background. In a cloudy afternoon you can see a red or white kite is flying in the slate sky, making a vivid contrast.
These things make Kolkata special for me, in spite of its water logged streets with heavy traffic, crowd of people returning from office, waiting patiently in the overcrowded public buses, I can find the enthusiasm of Kokattans debating and sometimes quarreling over which political party should stay at power, but lest bothered about the hopelessly humid weather or standing too long and not getting a seat.





Among metropolitans, we Kolkattans are not yet so unromantic to think of mundane life only.

Perhaps being lover of Rabindranath has helped us a lot, the germ of romanticism he has sown in us, which has strengthened its root for long time, generation after generation.

Numerous numbers of his soulful romantic songs and poems shows the true spirit of Bengalees who has cherished Monsoon for its soothing charm and freshness.




Perhaps being lover of Rabindranath has helped us a lot, the germ of romanticism he has sown in us, which has strengthened its root for long time, generation after generation.


Numerous numbers of his soulful romantic songs and poems shows the true spirit of Bengalees who has cherished Monsoon for its soothing charm and freshness.