Friday, July 27, 2007

Ssshhhhhhhhhhhh...........

Well, nothing compares to the internet facility in our rooms (however slow it may be). Finally, stepping the usual profanities aside managed to gather energy to clean up my blog.


Setting: Padagaon , Khantapara


Well the locale might not arise many brows. The aforementioned place does deserve a place for the similes involving simplicity. Well, morons if you still haven’t got the place, it’s my village. The simplicity doesn’t come from the ignorance or being technologically ridden, it’s somehow inherent to the place. Well, the occasion this time was a marriage of a distant relative (Could not find other word to explain the tardiness of the complex relation). The atmosphere electric and the environ chattery. This was the moment the skies decided to open up, not to bless the lucky couple but to rain their vivaah into delay.


Most of you might be aware of the floods due to excessive rains in those parts of the country. Skipping through the merciless drops of thunder let me get into the real backdrop the narrative. Water gushed in left right left and in no time the ground floor was half immersed in water. It meant days of idle sitting, maybe weeks. But we kids choose to disagree. With the help of one of the servant we clamped a knot to the rod and went for the long wait. Yeah, you guessed it right our fishing net was on and shhhh…. Fishes do hear the vibrations.


Awn it went, the fishing expedition! The first catch was a prize “catla” about one and half kilos. The years of sitting in stealth seemed to wear off with that single catch. The kind of feeling surpassed any other (Believe me for I have been through a gamut of emotions). This marked the beginning of romance with nets and waiting silently. The flour was arranged for they were the best bait after earthworms. This followed two more prize catches, local species. The good water kept decent level for four more days and we had fun unlimited. The fishing then gave way to relentless feast on the guava trees. The big melons were quite sumptuous. Moving through the crevices breaking fences and chupke se eating made for a memorable week. Alas! Memories will serve me till destiny makes the next trip.

7 comments:

sobu86 said...

that is the best post i've ever read in my life... or rather in my past three lives...

Lanky said...

okay...i will confess the truth...have just skimmed through the post just once...being intimidated by pinky's daunting style..

but this post was different in the sense tht it did not have two similes per sentence...

also...if this really happened with pinky (coz c wingers always have eason to believe otherwise) then i have just two words you:

you're lucky!

Prabhu Dutta Das said...

YO Ho.. No one was born more luckier...

evilution said...

very romantic. village, rains, silent waits..some experience u got :D

and yea i agree this post was different in the sense tht it did not have two similes per sentence ^^

piper said...

Nice one...the content was quite good, but as usual, it was written the inimitable Pinky style !

chandni said...

brought back some childhood memories ...we wud make balls of atta and haldi as bait and sit for hours along my village canal willing some fish to give into the sore temptation we offered. all in vain. so i understand your victory with a sense of envy

Prabhu Dutta Das said...

In childhood times me and my cousin used the best bait.. the worms... Even catching fishes in our ponds didnt came close to this... This had a feeling of its own attached to it... Maybe the intern had taken its toll... Maybe years of insolence made it sweeter... for whatever reasons it was a lifetime thingie!!

P.S. Do I need to mention I was lucky?