On December 4, 2010, I talked to Mrs Daisy Pradhan after some five years. It was my friend from lower nursery, Babar, and Payel's fifth wedding anniversary and she came there along with Mrs Das, Mrs Mondal and Mrs Majumdar.
The couple had eloped and there was a big hungama so the wedding wasn't that big. The anniversary was, therefore, very big. I parked my car outside my school and Norton was just leaving. He seemed like looking at the press sticker on my car with some interest. It was nice talking to messanger Swapan kaku and gatekeeper Gupta ji.
We used to have all our major school events at Shanti Manch bang opposite our school and it was great to be back. Made me remember Class 6 when I had my first crush in this place. With that setting and memories jostling for space in my head, when me and Avijit saw the teachers, we so wanted to go and say hello.
But when I saw Pradhan, my mind said: "You're not going to talk to her!" But after a while, I couldn't remind myself the reasons why I hated her and I realized I didn't really want to think hard and remember them. So, me and Avijit went and said hello to them all. Felt good.
A few days back I'd realized I've just been sleeping and working and doing nothing else. It bothered me a lot and I decided not to sleep through the day and do something. So, I began trying to write for the paper. I've already filed two stories. Let's see when they get published. And I also began leaving my place early and catching movies, hanging out with people, etc.
On December 8, I attended my first Couchsurfing meeting. I'd been wanting to go for a long time but all meets took place in the evenings and I worked on evenings. So didn't work out. But this was a Wednesday and I went. And it was so cool!
There were some local people including Swarnab (who initiated the meeting), Arindam, Karan, Prithvi and Hardika (When I asked her what she did, she said something which I didn't quite understand. So, she made it clear: "My job is to keep ships afloat." That made sense!) Tanveer, a Delhiite, who's visiting Kolkata, dropped in. Then there was Andrea from Italy, Roman from Russia (For some crazy reason, Roman liked to tell everyone he was from Italy in an Italian accent!), Eric from Germany, Christian and this other guy whose name started with a B (can't remember the unusual name), from Croatia.
Oly pub was a cool place to hang out and we had a great time. And some associated incidents made the visit more interesting. Some guy sent Hardika a note on a napkin through a waiter and there was this girl on an adjoining table who kept looking at me and when I gave her a smile, she smiled back. Sadly, that's all that happened! (Why am I so damn slow at making simple moves like asking her name?! I gotta work on this!)
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