Dig Dig Diggie Dog!!!!

Its my nature or you can say my instinct to hate people or rather i should say hate looking at people (or other living beings) "DIGGING". Even though the intention won't be wrong every time, its always been a mystery to me when i see someone digging, with questions rising in mind such as - "What's he/she/or the thing is trying to find out there?" or "Is there any treasure hidden out there?", "God damn!! is he digging his/her own grave?"...

Well it ain't that the construction workers near my aptt. building started breaking the building (as they say a new extension is gonna be prepared..) attracted my hatred for them, until i found a chap digging the ground one glorious morning.

"is there a treasure out there?", "r they gonna bury some dead corpse out there?" were the questions that were in the air those days. And one good day we found that t'was nothing but merely a septic tank burial hole.. "May thy rest in peace!!" ...

Well the TOI flashed a news this morning with a picturesque zombie or rather Mummy in the international section, man!! wat a scene it was for the good morning that certainly became as BAD as POSSIBLE.. i was eager to dig..errr!! i mean find out the details, which came as a shock and then again a question aroused "what sort of morons would do such thing?". It was Tutankhamuns 3000 yrs old dead (obviously) corpse, which is supposed to be cursed, and a lad stood by it as proud as possible. As experts suggested, they dug him out just to know how he looked????....w.t.f. ... "CUT the CRAP" i said to maself n moved my way to office where yet another splendid shock waited for me. The street dogs have dug impeccable potholes allover the parking space, that would definitely be a challenge while we try to park our motorbikes back in the evening...................................

Damn i hate digging..................

Last resort !!

I spent a whole week with a chill on my spine.. I was quiet not sure that whether these are my last days where I am. Yes!! my last days in Kolkata where i am now.. working in the corporate industry. After spending about more than a year, i am not closely attached to the work i do here, but what matters to me are the people around me. The people who were strangers back when i first came in here, to whom i was the same stranger as they were to me...& my friends with whom i planned as of "how to spend the first salary?" ......

The whole situation made me bound to think about the time when i was leaving college... the last month in college.. even it was a painful moment for us but somewhere inside there was a joy of freedom ..a joy of becoming a graduate .. and countless more!! But times have changed now I guess, & there isn't any faint remains of any kind of joy about the whole thing.

As of to this whole discussion, i am supposed to move to Bangalore to join a new project. It would be wrong to say that it came as a shock.. but rather its a hard and true fact that every body living wit me here holds the same fear in their mind. Fear of the struggle to create an identity all over again!! To be honest, Bangalore would not be a new place to me, but i don't want to keep the memories of those days. So somewhere in my mind i made a rather absurd decision that for me Bangalore would be a new place.

The only one thing that keeps me happy about he whole thing are my friends who have made their corporate presence noticeable out here at Bangalore.. And yes, lemme tell u, those are the dearest of my pals from school and from college times!!! Time has come to see how good i am now to create this identity all over again!!