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These days..

The last week has been strange to say the least,I had to travel to Raipur for my IELTES.I had three days in hand in a strange town.Divya booked a place for me in the pastoral centre which fed me with the tastiest putta I have had in my life.The cost was unbelievable ,just two hundred rupees per day.
The written and the spoken were in two different places which were a rickshaw ride away from the place where I was staying.The first day an old rickshawpuller seems to have fleeced me of fifty bucks extra.The next day I decided to partly walk and caught a rickshaw halfway.What amused me and touched me also the next day was the reaction of the rickshawpuller to my ten rupees coin.He blankly refused to take it from me.
Just a day earlier I was catching up with my juniors on current affair.One of them commented that one rickshawpuller had committed suicide because he could not feed his family,but he further added that it was his own fault because he had an old one thousand rupees note in his person when he died.Much to the chagrin and discomfort of my junior I felt extremely hurt by his comment.and I gave him a sound dressing down as he looked helplessly on.As I often do ,I mulled over why I actually lost it.I realised it was the realisation that he was oblivious of how the dynamics worked in the lives of the people who live in deprivation.They already have so many battles to fight in their lives and to add to it when they are unable to spend their hard-earned money I cannot even begin to think of the toll it would have on their person.It does not take much to trigger off suicide in a person who has the inclination.I remember two adolescents admitted in one of the hospitals, had tried deliberate self harm in reaction to a fight they had had over a remote control of a television.
I had a lot of time in hand in Raipur so I picked up a biography of Che Guiverra which made a fascinating read.On my way back, the frontline had series of articles on Fidel Castro so I was full up with latin American politics of the fifties and the sixties .
I see a vast improvement in the railways in the last one year or so.The facility was very convenient and the TTs seem to be of another brand from what we were used to in Bengal.Not only are they extremely cordial,thay are also not corrupt and have no qualms about upgrading our RACs when there are seats available.I have not travelled through Kolkotta in the recent years so am not sure how things are in that part.
The ATMs were all non-functional.The card payments could not be made in most places because of link failure.One of the staffs who had borrowed some money from me sometime ago paid back half the sum so I had some money to see me through the Raipur trip.
My journey continues from day to day...doing what needs to be done and what can be done....it is going to be a hectic farewell to 2016 .......I have a lot of travelling ahead of me.

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