A Requiem for Kolkata
So, a requiem for Kolkata perhaps in order: To my beloved city, the one which lost hope, and therefore became irrelevant. The one who failed to show up when it was needed most. The young one, who felt too grey, just when creativity was in the air. The one who felt angry, but then turned that anger on itself. The one which was awkward about earning money, selling oneself into mortgages, giving up passions to falling in line. The charmed one, whose past was so romantic that it failed to imagine the future. But, perhaps, in this disconnection, remained its greatest hope - its soul, its love, its ignored but undying spirit, that failed to sell itself off to the lumpen-Raj and hand out culture, which remains undiminished for the day of the change, unblemished and ready to re-imagine our country again.