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He Came, He Sat, He Conquered My Heart

It took more than a year for me to present this wonderful friend to the whole world through my blog. He was like any stranger when we met on Ganga river’s ghat at Howrah. Those days, I was going through ups and downs in my life. I hope you all are familiar with the story of sour grapes. Whatever I did wasn’t bearing a fruit. Neither blogging, nor digital marketing, or anything. Personally or professionally, it was a hard time. I used to roam around in search of a peaceful place in my city, where no one knows me so that I can sit back, relax and talk to myself in search of answers. And what could have been more soothing than river side on a summer noon. So I went to this place, near Bangeshwar Mahadev temple where 51 feet tall Lord Shiva’s statue is resting. The Ganges ghat I am talking about is the one just opposite to Kolkata’s famous Bhuthnath temple, which falls on Salkia School Road, the lane in which Salkia AS High School is established. It was like a half day for me from office as nothing productive was my way that day. I entered that Ganga ghat as usual, did pranaam in front of the temples located on both side of the ghat’s entrance. Everything was just normal when I entered, people were bathing and washing clothes and utensils in river water. I moved ahead down the stairs towards the caucus meant to sit on both sides of the ghat, though I prefered the cleaner one, the left one, so that I can see Howrah Bridge and Bhootnath mandir from the same place. I sat onto the bandstand, suddenly my smartphone rang. It was a call from my elder brother who prefered to ask me whether am I getting married that year or not. ‘Marriage?’, I said to myself while nodding in yes to his answers as nothing was in my mind except peace and solace for thoughtful moment. I just wanted to perform a samudra-manthan (churning of the oceans) comprising my past, present and future as I used to think more of future than living in present while keeping the past at bay.
Thanks to this little Julius Caesar, as he came, he saw me, he sat on my shoulders, he conquered my heart.
I don’t even know his name, neither do he knows mine, but the way he approached me for a forceful friendship was super cute. Let me call him by a familiar name ‘Mithoo’ as he was non other than a pet bird, an Indian ringneck parrot scientifically named as ‘P.K. manillensis. I always had a fantasy to care for a pet like an Indian rose-ringed parakeet and this wish came true when he initiated for a friendship himself. What happened was unscheduled for me, but might have been a regular schedule for him. I can recall that he came sitting on the shoulders of that guy, who I think was his master/trainer/owner. He was a pet parrot, still hesitant to speak as he didn’t utter a word throughout the time he was in my company. His master, by looks meant to be a local guy who works as a labourer in any nearby industry. He came to have bath in river ganges which was his daily routine at the same ghat I am talking about. Along with him was Mithoo, silent yet playful. Who loves nodding his head to see familiar and unfamiliar faces around him, may be that was animal instinct to judge/greet others or so. His master politely landed him on the other side of the bandstand in which I was sitting on the other end. I was curious to check what will he do next, didn’t he also want to have a bath in this holy water or will he try to chew his master’s clothes which he was meant to guard? Several questions were popping up in my mind while I was busy on the phone call. All of a sudden, my smartphone beeped quoting me that battery was low to 15% merely. I asked my elder brother to hang up for the same reason as I have to complete the whole day with the same battery life. As soon as he disconnected the call, I saw Mithoo moving up on the bandstand caucus on which his master left onto the bottom end. He overtook an old man, local obviously, who also came to have a dip in the river. I thought he would pick up that old man’s fresh clothes that he bought to wear after bathing. But hell, he left that too and was moving towards me. I was wearing a deep blue shirt and jeans, a new pair I started wearing since a month. My forecasting warned me that Mithoo is either coming to chew my clothes or to bite me as I was looking just out of the league, who was not bathing but sitting in a relaxed position on the ghat. He neared me, took the bottom part of my shirt in his mouth and started jumping. I was surprisingly shocked in fear, as I was going through hay days, only negative thoughts came out regarding that cute little green bird. Stuffs like, what if he bites me, Do I need to get at least 2 injections for that? What if he tries to bite my fingers, It would be painful as these birds are hardcore green chilly eaters and so on. Suddenly, I heard someone guiding me in an adenoidal voice, ‘No to fear, he never harms’. I turned my head and attention towards that voice, he was same old man whom Mithoo overtook before coming my way. I calmed myself down as guided by him. As soon as I sat strongly without moving my body in fear, Mithoo started doing the same stuff again. He took my shirt in his mouth, tried to make a jump and hell yeah, he was four inches above the ground onto my belly, then a move again to chew off my shirt and he started hanging holding my collar in his mouth. But "Dilli Dur Hai" kind of feeling haunted him and he jumped onto the slab again.
Mithoo liked my shirt, specially the bright colored collar on a dark colored shirt. What a taste, Did he ate White chillies today?
This green pet parrot loved my shirt's purple buttons, so I unbuttoned them for the sake of his playfulness.
Once again he repeated the same stuff and this time with an extra step he climbed up the ladder, onto my shoulder through my shirt. Wow, that was a amazing feel for me, no one except my family would have needed so much of my attention & relaxation on my shoulders, but look at Mithoo, he is happy to be here on the top. Sometimes smelling my hair, sometimes chewing them and that too bravely sitting on my shoulders. I let him do whatever he wanted to do in that short span of time until his master baths.
He also loved my Hair shampoo's smell, look he smells and chews my hairs off.
His consistent tries to climb up my body and that enthusiasm to do what he loves did teach me a lot. His behaviours were tickling me, I rose up to smile though I was in a mood to cry. His meaningless pricking and chewing buttons were animal curiosity towards human to human, but I thoroughly loved his company for the next 20 minutes, and during these minutes, my smartphone's 15% battery gave a long lasting memory, I clicked selfies with him, a selfie video is also embedded below. Don't forget to see the happiness on my face in that video, he overturned my Emotional quotient.
When I shared these pictures with some of my friends, they speculated that some people make their pets addicted to drugs, thus they don't want to leave their company, if his master is not available, he will not fly but would love to do the same stuffs, in this case, sitting on the shoulders of a stranger. I felt sad to imagine a drug addict Indian rose-ring necked parrot. Though I tried to meet Mithoo Parrot again and again by visiting that Ganga Ghat,but my and his master's timings never collided and then I never saw him again.

Karma is a practically balanced remuneration for your deeds in continuity, not a bitch!


The word Karma reminds me of that bollywood movie song “Karma Is A Bitch” sung by Suraj Jagan in the feature film ‘Shor In The City’, no doubt it also makes me groove on its tune too. But in real world we Indians, target the word karma with several proverbs and jargons in our day to day life. For instance, we utter hindi proverbs “Jaisi Karni waisi bharni” which means ‘As you sow, so you reap’. Or  “Uparwala bhi dekhta hai” which quotes as ‘Even God is watching your actions, watch out’ and so on. These proverbs on karma are unending, varying from country to country and languages spoken. Some praise karma and some curse as per their thinking stature.
Justice is all about balance and security. Image Courtesy-
 Overall, karma is like a hanging magnetic sword which balances itself practically, but since it is magnetic by nature, it easily gets attracted to good & bad deeds, let us assume deeds as iron balls in this case.It can hit downwards due to your bad deeds which can be felt as punishment. Whereas, if it gets attracted upwards to the second iron ball, it might be felt like magical show. In both the case, karma was just doing it’s duty. Thus a sin done for/on duty is not a sin but a duty and you can’t blame karma for it’s sins. Smile with tongue out

Karma Is A Practically Balanced Phenomena:-

Karma and it’s repercussions balance each other. They are way too practical in doing that. It equals what you thought would overflow someday. Signifying, karma to be a practically balanced remuneration based on your labour for a certain period of time, thus your labour equals to the good or bad deeds you did continuously. Continuously because continuity is life, continuity brings outcome. If it is not continuous what’s the point for getting rewarded or punished for it? You won’t get that jinxed feel when it hurts you, also you won’t get that Happy-Go-Lucky feel when it rewards you. We all would ignore and move on when our own karma hits back for a deed we sustained for few nanoseconds only. As we all know that practice makes perfect, while practice being a continuous process. if you practice good stuffs you’re a samaritan, if you practice bad one, you’re a satan, and yes, your karma decides that before it makes you pay for your sins and charity. I mean, who wants to be judged for the trowel which he never continued for long!

Let me narrate one such karmic story right up here. It was just another gloomy day in city of joy, Kolkata. I was on my daily office schedule riding my bike to complete a new work assigned to me. Heading towards the red signal at Esplande which was showing 67 seconds left to go green, suddenly a biker without helmet and in vests and three-quarter overtook me in a rush, did a so called “S” ride dance with his bike and stopped at the red signal. His attire proved him to be a local of that area, thus he got a valid licence to drive without helmet and proper body protection, stop the vehicle ahead the stoppage line onto the zebra crossing and so on. I too stopped on the signal just behind that guy onto the designated painted lines and turned off the ignition as 62 more seconds were left for the traffic on my lane to move. In  between that 1 minutes, I started wondering that God is unfair, in this case, Kolkata Traffic Police is unfair. They only charge innocent and down to earth people for traffic offences whereas the real offenders are riding freely on Kolkata roads and no one can teach them a lesson till they die. My attention broke as soon as the traffic signal timer’s count started diminishing to 5…4…3…2…1…..and then GREEN. Most of the vehicles have just started accelerating in the first gear at that time when suddenly a THUDD sound caught my attention. It was the same biker lying down flat on the roads with his bike which just did a 360 degree on the road. He was in pain, pain of crossing the signal when the timer was ticking in between 2…1…. and GREEN. It would have become a matter of traffic offence and the biker would have got full support by fellow pedestrians and drivers on the road only if the vehicle hitting him wasn’t of Kolkata Police itself. What a mockery it was, he got a perfect treat with a grand welcome to Cafe Karma. Even that Kolkata Police vehicle stopped for a moment, acknowledged the situation that the without helmet biker was in hurry thus punched into crossing police vehicle that too when he was ought to stand quiet at red signal. And left him lying down in pain on the busy streets of Kolkata which I also felt was better than being fined or challan on his vehicle number or driving licence if he had.

Roads are filled with idiots, why be like one of them? Follow rules and drive safely. (This Image is not my copyright)
Hence, here we can acknowledge that he was punished for his own deeds which he has been continuing since many days, as that “S” ride dance on bike is a mastery of showoff ness that comes with a practice. And as I said earlier, Karma is way too practically balanced which is proved by the incident that none other than police vehicle hit him, if it would have been a private vehicle, the biker would have pounced on it’s driver as he was a local lad. Since, it was a police vehicle, he wasn’t left with anything else other than a taste of his own Traffic Karma. Now you know Karma's not a bitch, but still people bitch about it. 

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Memorable Road Trip to Digha, nearest Sea Beach from Kolkata

We Kolkatans, love sea food, so how can we resist loving the sea? We somersault for sea visits towards the Bay of Bengal as soon as we get time from the busy weekdays on the weekends. But this time, we did a summersault by crafting a memorable road trip by car to Digha, the nearest sea beach from Kolkata as my city was burning with 44 degree Celsius which actually felt like 49 degree C. Nothing could have been much soothing than getting a short relief beside the sea from this scorching Indian summer heat wave in the city.
A Memorable Road Trip To Digha Sea Beach From Kolkata. The Smoothness Experience Of Kanthi-Digha Road Is Out Of The Country. Kudos West Bengal Tourism

Early Morning, Time- 5:30 am

We initiated by starting our car, this time Maruti Alto 800, sharp at 5:30 am from our place. On the driver's seat was my friend Rahul, onto his left was me, Ahem, Ahem!
Assisting Rahul in taking selfie while he drives the car.
On the back seat was Didi(Elder Sister), Jija Ji(Brother-In-Law) and the budding Instagrammer, younger sister. After fuelling the car to full tank around Kona Expressway, we rolled towards the Digha sea beach with an average speed of 80 kmpl and with a pre-planned stoppage for breakfast at Sher-E-Punjab dhaba cum hotel in Kolaghat. P.S- Sher-E-Punjab falls on the right hand side of on NH6 when you are riding towards Kharagpur from Kolkata. You can also checkout my earlier visits to this famous dhaba as "That 80 Km journey for Dal Tadka & Roti at Sher-E-Punjab dhaba, Kolaghat"
1st break in the journey- Sher_e_Punjab hotel in Kolaghat

6:30 am, Kolaghat:-

We reached Kolaghat in an hour exactly. After having a wonderful and light breakfast cum photo session we moved onto our journey again in the car.

Photo session backed up by light and healthy breakfast for a smoother ride at Kolaghat's Sher-E-Punjab hotel..
Selfie time for young guns.
Moving ahead a few metres, We took left towards Nandakumar while leaving NH6 for other travellers to Kharagpur. We also left the road towards Haldia while taking the right turn towards Nandakumar. With a half an hour ride measuring 35 kms from Kolaghat we saw the marvellously designed and maintained road circle at Nandakumar. We were into Purba(East) Medinipur district of West Bengal. From the circle out there, we took a half round and straight towards Contai via NH116B.

7:30 am, Nandakumar:-

But we have to put a halt again to our road trip just short ahead of Nandakumar on the way to Contai market(60 kilometres to go) due to thirst and took a short break no 2. So we decided to pump up this weird looking hand pump which reminded me of my childhood days. As how I used to pump up my bicycle's tyres by creating air pressure into the tubes through the same thing that seems to be used as hand-pump here in this area. 

Weird looking hand pump, It resembles more of bicycle tyre Do It Yourself air pumping machine.

I thought it to be some kind of "Jugad" or you may call it creative improvisation or temporary solution by local people. But later came to know that it works & has been set up by local governing authorities, it's on every nook and corner out here. This hand pump is here may be because it suits the topography of the coastal region, merely 85 kms from the sea. It was first in my lifetime experience to watch & use such a hand-pump like this. One has to put a whole lot of pressure to pull the water out, don't miss to check out the video "PUMPING IT UP ON THE WAY TO DIGHA SEA BEACH" on youtube.

India is a mixture of too many things, I patted up myself by saying so on my new discovery- a weird looking hand pump

7:45 am:-

Nearby Nandakumar, at Ahmed Nagar, we came across a wonderfully designed Kali Temple, featuring two other hindu deities, most probably Kaal-Bhairav & Devi Chamunda along with dakini and yogini as famously known in Bengali tradition
Noticed this Maa Kali temple on the outskirts of Nandakumar in Ahmed Nagar village by lads of Kishore Sangha.

Maa Kali- Goddess of Kaliyug as per hindu mythology along with other deities,etc

8 am, Digha-Contai Road, NH116B :-

From Ahmed Nagar, We rode straight to Digha, 85 kms in 1 hour, surpassing Contai Bus stand and the route to Mandarmani, which falls just 3 kms short of Digha. Exactly at 10 am, that means in 5 hours with 2 short breaks of 30 mins each we reached Digha. As soon as you enter Digha town, this entry gate welcomes you for a pleasant stay by DSDA and West Bengal Tourism. One can read Biswa Bangla written in Bengali on the globe situated on top of the entry gate to New Digha Sea Beach and town city.
Welcome Gate to Digha Sea Beach region, maintained by DSDA and WB Tourism.

10:30 am, Digha :-

We finally stopped our car yatra from Kolkata to Digha exactly in the car parking of the hotel booked by Jija Ji for our less than 24 hour stay this weekend. After resting a bit in the hotel room, walked down its lobby area to stretch our spinal cord a bit after this one way 180 kms car ride. Must needed for Rahul as he was on the driving seat for 4 long hours. Last but not the least, we jumped into the soothing sea as soon as we got ourselves refreshed to walk towards the sea that noon. The hotel he booked was in old Digha, so we also made up our mind to enjoy the sea beach of old digha this time, rather than driving towards Mandarmani or New Digha. The only difference Jija ji quoted between old Digha and new Digha was the availability and non-availability of those big rock chips on the sea beaches respectively.

12 Noon to 3:30 pm, Old Digha Sea Beach:-

As we didn't had to do anything with the rock chips guarding the sea shore, we were eager to drench down the salty and saline water of the sea to challenge this sudden rise of temperature this summer, hitting the mercury in Kolkata and nearby areas to temperatures beating the records of past 18 years of summer in West Bengal. But these rocks on the old Digha beach proved to be more fatal than our assumptions. The fact was, a slight wave can leave you with cuts and bruises all over your body though you were just trying to enter the sea over through the rocks. We all five in this family vacation trip got some sort of cuts and wounds which we later found out when our body touched the wind; after coming out of the salty sea water. In my case, I was almost engulfed by the high tides and waves at around 3:30 pm while exiting the sea over through the rocks towards the concrete slab. That awkward situation which almost had drown me was due to my wrong attempt to exit the sea by totally overriding science & nature. Let me explain, it was hide tide time, the tidal waves were touching half of the concrete slab, whereas I thought that to get less cuts and wounds I should come out to the cement slab; but not through the way we entered through the rocks laid left and right to the concrete cement slab at old Digha sea beach. Those tidal waves were gushing water to move up onto the slab which then slides down onto the rocks, resulting in moving away the sand beneath the rock chips to create a hollow space. Though it seems to be normal while coming out when you see from the sea side, but as soon as you put your leg into that sand-less hollow space created by sliding water just nearby the rocks, it might prove to be profound enough to gulp a human double of your height, powered by sudden increase in tide's frequency as it throws you, actually your head on the rocks which might kill anyone instantly.

4pm, back to Hotel Room:-

After wrestling/muscling down with tidal waves hitting your chest and spinal cord again and again, sand particles sneaking into nose and mouth along with saline water, cuts and wounds gifted by big rock chips on the sea beach, and life threatening adventure sport of risking self for the sake of "Thoda Aur...Thoda Aur" at the time of high tides, we came out hungry, thirsty and full of sand all over our body bidding goodbye to sea water of Bay of Bengal while cursing the sea beach and it's rocks. Got a shower in hotel room, ordered lunch for all, munched it down and went off to take an afternoon nap till 5pm.

A still photograph of mine on the concrete slabs on the old digha sea beach.

Evening, Old Digha beach again:-5pm to 10 pm:-

The evening spent on sea beach rock was more fruitful than bathing in the sea during the day. We walked down from our hotel towards the same old big rocks laid flattened around the cement slab on the old beach.
Resting down on those big rock chips around the old Digha sea beach, West Bengal.
Though those rocks injured us and many others tourists each and every day, but sitting on them in evening from 6pm to 10pm was the best remedy they can offer to those whom they damaged that day. That hustling high speed sea breeze and water particles coming out of the thrash of sea waves with those big rock chips were more soothing than any other stuff we did together during this journey. We clicked photos and selfies there, sat down silently letting us to absorb the divinity of nature, it's water and it's wind combined together at the same place, same time.

There was a moment when we started feeling cold, partly shivering due to the sea breeze. It was the moment, we rose to have a look on the sea-food culture of Digha and West Bengal. Astonishingly, Digha sea beach was full of sea-food, no doubt it always attracts sea food lovers all over Bengal, specially cities like Kolkata and Howrah.
Digha Beach Market- Paradise for sea-food lovers.

Another sea-food stallwala. You don't have to dive deep into the sea to eat these fishes, crabs and lobsters, freshly fried and readily available at Digha Sea Beach Market.
To your suprise, you can also find Chicken-Kebab and Jhal-Muri, Bhel-Puri, Tea, Coffee, Kaju ke laddu, Puchka aka Golgappe, and whatever you want to munch & eat on the beach area itself. Vendors and stalls are all over the place, and no doubt they don't taste bad.
No less options for veggies though. From Jhal-muri to all other Indian snacks at one place. I bet I saw more than Muriwala.

Already marinated Chicken-Kebab sticks and Chicken-Tangri Kebab ready to be cooked and served hot.

Cooking Chicken-Kebab on a small mobile tandoor on the beach itself. It tasted like home, full paisa-vasool. Though it made me crave for more after eating one.
Having this hot and crispy Kebab with some salad and chutney cooked in-front of you on that small mobile tandoor was out of the world feeling, what else do one needs as a meat lover fighting with the chilling sea breeze blowing out your worldly problems into a fun-filled weekend vacation.
While returning back to the hotel that night we also loved to buy some handicrafts from the local stores in the market area of the old digha sea beach area, looks to be well maintained by Digha Sankarpur Development Authority (DSDA).

Next Day, the return journey, 9 am:- 

The fun on the way to Digha and fro by car is unending, the smoother roads intersecting through the villages and rural life of West Bengal between Contai and Digha(55 kms) is full of greens, horticulture (fish breeding) which can be seen on both sides of the road. This Contai-Digha road route can also be termed as paradise cum nightmare for light vehicle drivers as those private buses plying between Kolkata to digha fly their buses assuming themselves to be pilots of Jet Airways. Almost in a hurry for loo, those bus drivers really do Full Paisa-vasool of Road Tax, which shows in their confidence of waving the bus left and right while moving forward in top speed until and unless they end up hitting someone walking down or driving down the same road. You can see how we rode through this smooth road, covered by trees planted on both sides, muscling down the flying buses in this video. Please bear with us as you wouldn't find any potholes unlike other roads leading to tourist destinations. Enjoy the smooth ride with us in this short video on Digha-Contai Road in May 2016.

Do let me if know if you acknowledged my fascinating car yatra to the Digha Sea beach on this fultoo family vacation weekend trip in comments section. Stay tuned for more such experiences.
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