Every Bengali kid that grew up in the 70s and 80s in Bengal would have grown up on a healthy diet of folk songs. Folk songs – irrespective of country – tend to have catchy tunes and is usually about some down to earth topic. Tonight’s song of the evening was “Amar Gosai Re Ni Dekhcho Khajur Gachhtalay” by the unforgettable Amar Pal. Took me back to the days of elementary school when All India Radio Kolkata used to carry 2 folks songs everyday between 6:50am and 7:00am. I used to listen to them invariably while packing up my school bag or tying my shoelaces. Moment the folks songs got over, I had to run for the school bus that would show up at 7:10am.
This song is a somewhat funny take on the life of a normal street cat.
I have finally understood why I am attracted to the wine at Sharmila’s art shows. It is free. There is that. Importantly, I have noticed that after a couple of those wines from plastic glasses, I tend to improve my appreciation for art. For example, I finally started grasping the inner depths of a piece of 3D art when a curious security guy asked what was so funny about the public coat rack. That said, I think by the end of the evening, I had figured out – at least for half of the paintings that I studied – which side was up.
So this is how minus 51 deg F (minus 46 deg C) feels like. Put on innumerable layers and stepped out of the hotel to take a five minute walk. Lasted for one and a half minutes. Just the frame of my glasses became so cold that its contact with the skull gave me a headache.
Some day later in life, I will probably look back to this day and realize that this was the coldest temperature I ever stepped out into in my life.
An unique face to face meeting with Mother Nature.