Of poetry and of politics!!!

It was like, the Chief Minister's son, had a food poisoning, and the ruling party accused the opposition, of a conspiracy!!!



Now, the opposition inevitably, would call for a bandh!!!



Not because, it's a protest!!!





But, because they need a holiday!!!












For a Bengali, life begins at politics, and ends at politics!!!




Eighteen or eighty, it never really mattered!!! Cigarettes, tea and politics were something every Bengali inherited, quite of habit!!!



I could never really fathom, why Bengal ever complained of unemployment!!!





Every Bengali, was anyways, "politically" employed!!!








And, as for me, things just couldn't get worse!!!




I wanted to be a writer, and, I was a Bengali!!!





Literature, for us, began and came to a full stop courtesy a single name!!!



Tagore!!!




And, the rest, were just, a nearly unheard "born to struggle" bunch of "not so writerly" writers!!!






To be continued.....