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Rishi

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My only wish is to be remembered in the face of oblivion. That is what matters, to leave something behind. Something to remember me by.
October 27, 2017
South Kolkata, India

An Astronaut's Letter...

Dear Suzie,
It has been 80 days since I have landed here. It's barren if I am brutally honest. I know this letter wouldn't reach you and will remain just another amalgamation of alphabets inked on this diary-diary which you gave me. Probably you knew, it was kind of hard to watch the television from up here, you knew it even better than me I guess. You always knew better.

I can't say I dislike the view. It's awfully quiet out here. Earth shines like an emerald as I hear my own heart beat. It often was romantic at the start, but now I am just scared. I am scared that it will stop one day and I will be just another fragment in this oblivion of silence, floating throug...

MAKE A DIFFERENCE DAY
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July 20, 2017
Kolkata, India

Just a comma...

If you ever feel like you are a comma in somebody else's story, don't worry you are not alone.

We go by our lives thinking that somebody is glorifying us in an entire chapter, if you're lucky an entire book, but sometimes, just sometimes, without our knowledge, we end up becoming just a comma.

And it hurts, isn't it? When you get to know that you were just a comma in a midst of all those lines, it hurts bad! But then again, we are like those flies which run towards the flickering flame of a candle, unaware of the deadly consequences it will bring to us.

And what now? Nothing really. Aboslutely nothing. But we can have hope. That's all we have. We can hope to be somebody'...

LIVE AID 1985
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July 3, 2017
Kolkata, India

If all what we did was to think about our memories,
If all what we did is to drown in our sorrows
Of an ongoing turmoil or a scar left far behind
How often would you think about me?

How often would you think about me?
In your most deepest of thoughts
In your most darkets of days
When your soul is withering away
And time is standing still.

How often would you think about me?
When all you have is the mementos of the past
Of days gonw far behind,
Of memories locked away in the scariest of places in your heart
How often would you think about me?

Rishi

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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June 17, 2017
Kolkata, India

YOU

It is odd isn't it? How in the space time continuum we all meet like particles flowing freely in thin air. Colliding with and comforting each other. You were like that particle. I was one too. It was destiny that brought us together. It was time that torn us apart. And somehow someday, you became a distant shooting star flying through the night sky, and I was just a man wishing to be together with you. Someday, somewhere, maybe.

Rishi

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
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June 17, 2017
Kolkata, India

FIX YOU

How many times have you been broken?
How many times have you been scarred?
How many times you woke up at nights,
Crying with pain, and misery?
How many times have you found yourself lost in this labyrinth?
And
How many times you wanted someone to fix you?
How many times?

Rishi

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
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June 1, 2017
 

How fragile we are. How replaceable we are. One moment we are on the top of the world, a feeling so surreal, the next we are just empty vessels floating on still waters of our lives. Emptyness is not just an excuse, somehow it has creeped inside our veins. I feel it to. It is possible to be completely empty amidst a crowd full of people. Just walking aimlessly as pedestrians pass me by. There is a certain peace to it, dangerously bordering on being morbid as well. But that's how we are aren't we? A generation lost in grief, romanticizing pain and suffering. I guess that's how we are living. Even stars die. They collapse and break into endless pieces and build itselves up again. Maybe we are a...

SAY SOMETHING NICE
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May 31, 2017
 

Show me your scars
And I will show you mine.
Show me your wounds,
It's fine.
We will talk about them under the constellations,
scattered throughout galaxies above.
And if our hands touch, just for the briefest of moments,
Don't worry love, it doesn't matter.
Somethings in life should not have meaning but presence.

Rishi

SAY SOMETHING NICE
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May 19, 2017
 

Why I stopped writing 'Oh Calcutta'

I have been recieving a lot of mails regarding the next chapter of Oh!Calcutta and I am overwhelmed. I would like to say that I won't write anymore chapters of Oh! Calcutta instead will write some new stuff from time to time. Why is that? Because the characters of Oh! Calcutta are very much personal to me and some aspects also resemble my life, my traits and my personality. I very well know how my life went all these years and somehow I fear that the story would end just the same. All the characters, and I mean ALL the characters are embodiments and extensions of various people I have had the fortune and misfortune to meet and I know how their time in my l...

ANTHONY CIOFFI
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April 30, 2017
Kolkata, India

The Library

I remember the times when I was fascinated by books. Don't get me wrong, I still am, but in those times there was a sense of magic in reading books, hearing stories. From English fairytales, to local myths. From Dickens to Tagore- I consumed it all. My father had a big library tucked in neatly in the second floor. My father worked at an insurance company and on Sundays he would bury himself with his books.

I would often find myself roaming around the library. It had wooden shelves stacked with books. Those shelves were very tall. Atleast taller than me at that time. I was just 8 years of age. At the right hand corner of the room there was a separate shelf just for me. It contai...

HOPE
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April 11, 2017
 

THE CAFÉ

I still go to that café. I order the same cappuccino and sit at the same table. Nothing special about the table really, but the view it gives out is heavenly. She still wears the same robe, a bit worn out now it is, but nevertheless gorgeous. And the way she turns around to look at me from time to time, I swear she looks like the most beautiful lady on this planet. I have been going there for ten years now. We don’t talk to each other, we just share glances. Our eyes know the rest.

- Rishi

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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April 1, 2017
 

Oh! Calcutta (Chapter 10)
...Continued

Rohan went up to her and found a seat vacated right beside her. She was jotting down something on her notebook. She looked absolutely stunning sitting under the white mild lights of the hall. The breeze from the air conditioner touched her hair and made it sway like the strokes of Picasso on a canvas. He sat down and waited for her to notice him. She didn't. He waited for some more time, but she didn't notice. She kept on writing on her note book. It was almost as if she refused to acknowledge his existence. Rohan tried to get a glimpse of what she was writing but the effort went in vain. So finally he decided to use the oldest trick in the book. He ...

ORIGINAL
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March 11, 2017
 

Oh! Calcutta (Chapter 9)
...Continued

'Dear friend,
Hope this letter finds you in good health and heart. I have been quite skeptical about this entire platform. I am sure you have received the same introductory letter as I did today and I believe it is safe to assume that you are new here as well. I won't say my real name, or address because I believe I am comfortable conversing with a complete stranger. I won't ask you yours too. I will assume that you are an integral part of my life and have been a friend and confidant all along. So here's me saying, hello again, how's everything going?
With regards,
Rumi'

Rohan folded the letter back as he lay in bed. He kept on staring at the ce...

ORIGINAL
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February 28, 2017
 

I have fallen in love with someone who is hiding inside of you,

I don't mind really.

Because it is an eternal game of hide and seek between our souls.

Mine trying to find yours. Failing constantly.

And maybe...just maybe this is what I live for, this is what keeps me going.

- Rishi

Hurray for Hollywood
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February 27, 2017
 

Lottery

My father was the most successful failure of all time. Well, in terms of lottery numbers that is. He worked at a local newspaper as a columnist but my father  was a passionate storyteller. As a child I would get lost in his library of books, reading up almost anything I could I find. My father had this habit of buying lottery tickets, it was his addiction. Not that we suffered from poverty, we were a typical middle class bengali family blissfully residing in North Calcutta. My great grand father was a renowned poet and hence we were a very reputed family. My father, apart from writing newspaper columns would often write short stories and poems. They seldom got published and when th...

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February 26, 2017
 

A hot steaming cup of love...

I always had a few specifics in my life for as long as I can remember. For example, I had a specific place where I would go and grab a bite, I had a specific place where I would go and shop, I also had a specific place for coffee. Some might say, I suffer from a slight variation of OCD, but who doesn't. So I was disappointed when one day I found out that my favourite coffee shop was closed. I had no clue what to do, surely one would just walk into another cafe, but for me it was difficult. I wanted my coffee in a very specific manner. A large cup of Cappuccino, with just 1 t-spoon of sugar and absolutely nothing. Everything needed to be perfect. So there I was...

ORIGINAL
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December 25, 2016
 

On the morning of Christmas I would always wake up to gifts tucked neatly under my pillow. As a child I was astonished, surprised and curious even. Did Santa know about me?

As I grew older, sadly I realized the truth behind Santa. I realized the mere existence of him was completely imaginary. But then again,I used to receive gifts every Christmas. I believe even though I gave up on magic my father didn't. I believe my father still believed in my innocence, that somewhere, somehow the little kid who used to get excited on Christmas day was still in me. And somehow my father remained my favourite  Santa, till date.

Merry Christmas everyone!

-Rishi

PEACE
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December 16, 2016
 

Oh! Calcutta (Chapter 8)

...Continued

The next morning he woke up only to find a letter waiting at the side table for him. The white envelope had something written on it. He sat up and tried reading it. His eyes were struggling to make out the letters. 'Pen Pals for you' it read. He tore it from the top took out the contents. There were two letters, neatly folded. He placed the second letter inside the envelope and opened the first one.

'Dear friend,

We are delighted to have you as our member and excited for your contribution to this lost art. We hope you will experience meaningful friendship through words.
Happy writing!

with regards,

Pen pals team'

"What's this?" Roha...

ORIGINAL
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November 28, 2016
 

Oh! Calcutta (Chapter 7)
...Continued

He stood up and dusted his jeans off. He checked his headphones, they were working fine. He looked around. She was gone, but he could pick up the faintest aroma of her scent she left behind and somewhere deep inside his head her words kept on repeating. He looked around for his cigarette, but it had fallen in some deep crevice of the road. He started walking back towards his office.

And for no good reason he looked up. He looked up at the sky, with stars above. It's quite amusing how people tend to forget that there are tens and thousands of stars in countless galaxies above, hidden carefully by the yellow radiance of the halogen street lamps, and ...

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December 9, 2016
 

F A D E

That night I realized we all wanted to be remembered. No matter how we would want to deny our desire to leave something behind and be nonchalant about our existence as an excuse to justify our actions. No matter how much we crucified our dreams to fall in line and show we are a part of this sane rational society. Truth is, it's all a lie. Deep down, we are anxious. Anxious that soon we will be forgotten and the photos will burn into ashes, and nobody will even utter our names in some distant conversation. Truth is, we are afraid.

But she wasn't. She wasn't afraid of all of this madness. Of this constant struggle and desperation to leave something behind. Because to her, memories...

ORIGINAL
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December 3, 2016
 

What if...

What if the world came to a standstill.
What if everything stopped,
Moments bore endless silence.

What if we realized in that instance that all fades into ashes.
That the silence will bring a devastating blow to us, and everything that we've built.

Tell me, we will survive. Tell me we will shine like the dying sun, radiating a blissful elegance. Tell me we will be together,  forever.

- Rishi

SIMPLE STRIPES
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October 31, 2016
 

Oh! Calcutta (Chapter 6)

...continued

The clock struck 11, as he stepped outside. He decided to walk till his office. The busy street of Golpark didn't seem to take a break. Cars passed by him as he walked towards Southern Avenue. Upon reaching he took out his headphones and plugged it in his phone, and started playing The Beatles.

The street which connected Southern Avenue with Golpark was usually the quieter one. The cold breeze touched his face as he started walking again. The earphones did its job and played a soothing track by the brit band. The yellow street lamps painted a serene picture of an ancient city, somewhat magical but nonetheless mysterious. He kept on walking strai...

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October 30, 2016
 

In the land of photographs and social updates, they sat amidst the crowd, looked up at the sky and made wishes out of flying lanterns.

- Rishi

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October 30, 2016
 

May this diwali light up the darkest corners of your life and empower you with the courage to embark upon adventures you never thought was possible. Happy diwali!
With regards,
Rishi

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October 13, 2016
 

Oh! Calcutta (Chapter 5)

...Continued

It was 10 in the morning when he woke up. Rohan looked at the wall clock overhead and slowly got up. The sun rays illuminated the room and reflected on the glass panes of various paintings adorning the walls. Paintings by Tagore, the legendary Jamini Roy, Hussein bore the sign of admiration of a diverse culture that his brother had. Arun had always been dismissive about his career choice, but he loved Rohan too much, so his discontent was limited only to occasional sarcastic remarks. He got freshened up and soon, was busy going through various books, diaries and journals that rested quietly on the shelves of the room. From Bukowski to Wolfe, his bro...

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October 9, 2016
 

Oh! Calcutta (Chapter 4)

The light stopped blinking. She was off the phone. Rohan pushed a button and started the song for his listeners. All over Calcutta, those who were awake, would tune into this song as he sat in silence thinking about the girl, Ruchi. The conversation echoed in the infrastructure of his mind and he couldn't seem to forget her voice. The way she was saying haunted him and he couldn't help fearing that she may have chosen the ultimatum. It was 2'o clock and it was time for him to go home.

"All right Calcutta, another heartwarming session comes to an end. Lots of people sharing their thoughts, their love, their heartbreak and their sadness. Those who are happy, keep ...

ORIGINAL
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October 9, 2016
 

And in the end, when you will be old, fragile, with wrinkled skin and receeding hairline, nothing will matter. Money, cars, bank balance, pride, fame- all will fade away, and nothing will seem worth it, except for the smiles of your grandchildren playing in the garden on a bright sunny day while you sit under the shade surrounded by your loved ones, your biggest achievements will unravel right infront of your eyes. The beauty of growing old with your loved ones and leaving behind fragments of memories in your loved ones, as your loved ones, is unparallel. That's what matters the most, everything else just turns into ashes, sooner than you may think.

- Rishi

SIMPLE STRIPES
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October 5, 2016
 

To the love that never flourised,

Be strong, cause you are one of a kind.

Be strong, because you know a storm is coming, and you have to survive that.

Be strong, because the turmoils of feelings leave the deepest of scars.

Be strong, because you are whole on your own even if you feel the other half is missing.

Be strong, because things that don't achieve fulfillness, need not be a waste. It can be perfect.

- Rishi

DARK AND STRIPED
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October 4, 2016
 

A wall, a window and a door unopened.
Lay awake in hope.
For the wall is just a mere barrier, between reality and dreams. A barrier which wants to be broken and shattered into pieces.

For the window is just an eye, looking towards the horizon where the sun sets and the night falls.

For the door which waits patiently to be pushed aside, revealing possibilities, endless.

A wall, a window and a door unopened.
Lay awake in hope for the soul brave enough to pass through.

A wall, a window and a door unopened.
Lay awake in hope, for eternity.

- Rishi

DARK AND STRIPED
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October 2, 2016
 

Oh! Calcutta (Chapter 3)

"Hello? Are you there?" Rohan asked again. The clock struck 1 and only the sound of his breath felt like the loudest sound there was in the world. He held the headphones closer to his ear and started listening closely. he was looking for the voice, any sound for that matter. Silence was becoming intense for him. And then he heard a sound.

"I...need help. I don't  know what to do." Ruchi finally said.

"Ruchi, say. We are here for you. What happened?" Rohan said softly.

"I...I don't know. I feel so empty. I feel so sad. It's as if this life has no meaning at all. he just left without saying Goodbye. How...could he? I can't bear it anymore...." Ruchi, broke ...

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October 2, 2016
 

Love

Unconditional and unbreakable will to stay together and fight.

- Rishi

DARK AND STRIPED
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