17122006, Khirki village, New Delhi
The Delhi episode of my life begins here today, after much initial hiccups. Actually I was a bit apprehensive to leave the already set cosy environment of my home, friends and acquaintances of my beloved town, Siliguri.
Finally, it’s Delhi, the town full of confused lots! I don’t know what lies ahead of my career. May be a lucrative job or have to pack my bag and return back to pavilion (But believe me, I would hate to go back and see the ugly face of KK Chowdhury)
The Statesman (TS), Siliguri has no doubt helped me a lot to learn the tricks of the trade, especially how to handle stupid boss and arrogant bullying seniors. I think this experience would help me in future anywhere I go to work.
My work experience in TS may also positively get handy here in the media capital but this would be best judged in the days ahead.
Yes, indeed TS, the brand helped me a lot in Siliguri but in a different manner. I got those wonderful seniors, friends that I have today, who have been a great help in pushing me down to come to Delhi for a better future (??)
Dawat Thek, literally had been a wonderful place to discuss everything and any thing under the sun with few cups of ‘mindblowing’ tea (made by Kapil, the great). Provided those comments made by my senior, Bappa (who also used to attend that thek), which had to be digested with a pinch of salt.
A commendable part of this episode goes to Mr Subhendu Ray. He was the one who almost kicked my *** to leave the place for a better opening in Delhi. He has been really helpful….thank you boss!!
Pre-Delhi episode is also very interesting….it needs a mention yaar! I had to almost kill my grandfather, who presently might be enjoying a heavenly abode. Actually in order to convince my office I had to play this ugly game of making my grandpa terribly ill with brain stroke in Kanpur at my uncle’s place, my grandpa incidentally died 22 years ago. And tell you the truth, I have no such uncle or aunt in Kanpur….he he he he.
I hope this ugly lie won’t piss off my grandpa and stop getting me any job in Delhi (at times I believe in the power of dead souls). But there was no way out….sorry grandpa!
Lastly, I think I should go and sleep otherwise Mr Pegu wont allow me to share his blanket. Goodnight.
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Hey!
Man you dug your Granpa out of his grave to leave Statesman? I didn't know that.
But of course, working at Statesman was worth it! LOL
Best Wishes
Ravi K.
You pulled your granpa out of the grave and I gave a major heart-ache to my father for the sake of Delhi. Will this mad capital ever acknowledge our craze for it? SubhenduDa kicked you here.... and I followed you. From Teesta to Yamuna, the leap had been long and dreamz close to reality. But, will reality ever take shape??
Rajarshi
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