As I haven't been out, I haven't met new people. So I offer, a throwback to an afternoon in Calcutta when I got rather clobbered on Old Monk and joined a random morcha!
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Come morning, the main road outside fills with vegetable-&-fish sellers. Come 9am, it becomes breakfast haven—gorum cha, lengcha ar kochuri!
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It all happened on a lazy afternoon. The house was sonorous with an orchestra of snores & as I leafed through a book & sipped on a peg of rum, I realised I had problem
That evening, I was scheduled to go to a relative's house.
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And so, I chugged my peg, left my phone to charge and was on my way.
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On the way, I marked a temple, several sweetshops (all named either Gupto & Sons or Mukherjee & Bros), hole-in-the-wall stores and colourful bungalows that would be absolutely no help in getting back home.
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Right next to it, I noticed, was a liquor shop.
And right in front of the liquor shop, was a morcha.
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Around them, a scattered crowd of curious passersby stood gawking. Simply watching because what better to do?
Now I, paper being bought, glanced back at the liquor shop.
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Then, wrapping paper & nondescript paper bag in hand, I too joined the footpath-watchers.
By now, our leading man had picked up a frenzy; the clapping had gained fervour.
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I was fascinated by the scene, and so, I waited. A light breeze was in my hair. Bengali words were in the air.
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One sip became three, three became six.
Time forgotten, I continued to listen. (and sip)
This is what a holiday experience should be like, I told myself as I swayed dreamily (aka tipsily).
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Now, on a good day, I can read Bengali, very slowly, one letter at a time.
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Several large gulps of Old Monk in, the letters of my beloved mother tongue were swimming across the sheet. I swear an aakar chased another, while a mantra danced with a brother.
Embarrassed, I smiled and nodded wisely.
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Did I want to join the morcha that was going ahead, he asked me.
I stared. Join? Morcha?
And so, I did the only thing that seemed sensible. I held out my paper bag & asked, solemnly. Did he want any rum?
He stared at me. Then shrugged, took a big sip.
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By now caution (and time) thrown to wind and rum, I joined in. After all, I did resonate with the cause and frankly—
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About a kilometre and a half of walking and yelling later, I realised I had no phone and absolutely no idea how to get back (not to mention the rum).
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Nevertheless, no harm was done. I'd lost time & direction but, I was back!
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The only issue was that I fell asleep in the middle of my relatives showing me pictures of their trip to USA.
Soon after, a rumour that I got drunk and joined a morcha began doing the rounds in the family.
But you know how it is. People speak.
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