C'est la vie!

Almost 10 days into Sonar Bangla and one thing is clear... I really don't mind a life like this... but I wouldn't want to work hard and achieve it.... I think this is the way life should be... Someone else should be always working hard so that you may have a comfortable life.... I mean, to live like a king is easy only if you don't have to work like one.... Consider these stats-

1. Being put up in a luxurious 7 star hotel with valets and housekeepers and receptionists falling head over heels to ensure that you are most comfortable...
2. The meals are exotic dishes whose names it is impossible to recollect.... I mean, the fruit juices are so fresh and pure that you just can't have one...
3. The bath tub is a luxury that comes complimentary with bubble bath....and I don't know why people like it so much, all that I can say is that watching TV while in bath is a wholly different experience...
4. I have never seen a more instant(er) way of weight reduction than the Sauna.... I can vouch for the fact that you lose almost half a kilo and the loss maintains itself till the next meal...
5. Being in AC 24*7 means that even the barest minimum of outside weather can make you sweat like a pig!

Now that I am done bragging about the "Experience" @ Sonar Bangla, here is the flip side....-

1. I just can't get it how people pick up stuff using forks and weid shaped spoons... I mean I keep dropping it on the buffet table all the time... and after the third successive failed attempt, just drop my head and am forced to move on to the next item...
2. I have been wondering if its cheap to ask for another drink ( I mean fruit juice and milk shakes) when you aren't done with the first?
3. How does one eat all this food without using one's hands? I mean the forks and knives just dont have the same impact... Plus, if you eat with hands, you can savour the food for a longer time!
4. Being in AC 24*7 means that the kidneys function overtime....This translates into forced march outs in the middle of lectures, much to the chagrin of the instructors, most of whom are very senior managers...
5. There is this sinking feeling I get when I try to sleep, may be its just that the bed is too fluffy, or that I am just too fat... And I don't rerally like to hoist myself out of the bed, which is what I am forced to do!!!

So, in conclusion, I am all for luxurious life and royal treatment... But I don't suppose the whole idea opf having to slog for it excites me much....

R.I.P

It seems (sadly!) that my fling with rural Bihar is not over.... If indications are anything to go by, I am quite certain that I would end up in the land where time stands still yet people age rapidly.... Yep!... Munger it just might be again!....

Anyways, In order to prepare myself for such an eventuality (or is it catastrophe?), I have drawn up a  list of reasons that may result in Munger becoming my final resting ground

1.) An angry worker upset at moi for trying to teach him to converse in English/ French (Those of you who know me would agree that I tend to do that.... A LOT!!!)....

2.) A workers' mob angry at Raj Thackrey/ Uddhav Thackrey for bashing up a couple of more of the workers' fellow statemates would mete out the same treatment to moi after realizing that I come from Thackreyland!

3.) A typical Mungeri 'Wet' party might result in (it almost did during summers) me being thrown in front of a Real Live dog which would be unleashed subsequently....While those who are drunk would enjoy the scene I would die of bite injuries and  even before that probably of cardiac arrest!...

4.) A typical Mungeri "Workers' " party might result in a drunken drive on the banks of the Ganges.... The car would probably spin out of control and I would get a 'River burial'

5.) There are a lot of dogs on the route between the factory and the township... These dogs (as far as I experienced during summers) go berserk during the night....a dog-fearing man like myself might have to walk back from the factory an ungodly hours.... I shudder to think what would happen

6.)Munger lies in the Naxal Zone... Period!

Finally, all I want to say is that it was nice knowing you.... Adieu!

(P.S- This doesn't mean that the blog is dead... )