A Reluctant Blogger

I went to The Telegraph House at Prafulla Sarkar Street after 12 years today.  It takes 30 mins to reach there from Gariahat….by the Kolkata Metro of course. I am dead sure about the time, as I used to start exactly at 3:00 PM every day to be in time for the 3:30 PM desk slot at The Telegraph. It took 15 mins to reach the Kalighat Metro station and catch the 3:15 metro to Dum Dum (that was the last stop at in 2004). The tube rail reached the Chandni Chowk station at 3:28 PM, leaving me with full 2 mins to rush to the escalator, climb the moving steps, much to the disgust of others around me, and run up panting to the white imposing building. Today, too, I assumed a repeat telecast of the above journey. I had to be there at 11:30 AM. So, I started off from Gariahat at 11:00 AM and hailed an auto rickshaw. The fare from Gariahat to Rashbehari used to be Rs 5. I noted happily that it has increased only by Rs 3 in the last 12 years. I glanced up at the electronic t

There are many ways in which we humans try to explain laziness. My favourite explanation is reluctance. We learnt idioms in our sixth or seventh standard.  I remember my English teacher listing this one: As difficult as a beginning. Needless to say that this is one of my most favourite idioms. In fact the only one I remember from the looong list we learnt. Have you ever felt the inexplicable tug from somewhere deep inside your brain before you start off on something that you have been trying to avoid doing for quite sometime? The best example is pre-exam preparations (now this is strictly my personal choice, it can be something totally different for you). You know you have to sit the exam. You are aware that you know max 10% of the syllabus (meaning know the names of the chapters only). You also know that your parents won't "like" it if you flunk. Buuuut, STILL, something holds you back from starting on your studies. So, if you have been through this peculiar spell o