OBSERVE THE BEAUTY AND APPRECIATE
Often in my graduation days while roaming around the Rabindra Sadan areas in my free times, I used to feel pity a lot. Pity for the corporate office rats who have come down of their high storied cages for smoking some puffs of life , releasing some smokes of daily stress , or feeding the stomach the minimum it needs to survive the long hours of slogging the brains and backs.
I used to have a great time with myself those days. Someone from a different country made me realize in the beginning of my twenties, that Kolkata isn't only the city of joy, it's very prominently the city of trees. Trees beautify the city so well, even in the areas of high concentration of corporate office buildings and busiest bustles of traffics. I was very fortunate to have my college in the midst of high storied and Banyans and bougainvillea at the same time. Lord Sinha road , the Exide crossing and adjacent lanes serve some of the best tea in the world. Charminar, the fourth cigarette smoked in India was available in two main areas - the Indian Coffee House at College Street and Bhashkar Da's cigarette shop at the Nandan. Nandan, Academy of Fine Arts, St Paul's Cathedral, Maidan, Victoria Memorial - all the popular tourist spots were just some steps away from the corporate geeks. My world of peace and joy used to traverse in the corners of these places and it took little time to explore them in a whole new meaning like never before. A pot of tea and one charminar brought me happiness in just 9 rupees. I have seen when the Burlflower popped it's head out of the trees, when the roads are smeared with yellow and red flamboyants. I have seen the roadside lad growing up with the two monkeys he had for showing circus and earning bread. I have seen the small girl on the foot dancing in joy having a biscuit she got from a merciful while selling roses. I have seen their rose petals shedding to empty plates and stomachs.
I feel extremely pity for those suited booted slaves of other slaves, who living in the same place, are so far away from witnessing any of these. Their eyes are covered with the dust of files. There present turns out to be even more miserable in order to "secure future", the future which will never come. One day we all die in a present. But we die a lot of times before the death itself. There is way too little yet a lot of time to observe the beauty and appreciate.
- Bananti Chakraborty

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