As the sun disappears behind the horizon, l am writing about the way l grew a day older and not exactly wiser. I have lost my job for two years now and though l am trying my hand at freelancing l have not yet found a job that will trigger the positivity inside me. After a brief stint as a teacher in Krishnaniketan Patna where l was trying to rediscover myself l was removed because l did not know enough about school teaching and l came back to Kolkata.
This time two tragedies greeted me the death of two Jadavpur University Profs people whom l knew as great educators but not personally.
My days are now spent or some would describe it as wasted in writing poems about the present political condition of Bengal. It has been a fairy-tale romance for some classes but for people like us who are seeking jobs, Didi's reign holds little hope. People in Bengal including me are too weary to speak why big industrialists are not interested in making investments in Bengal. It sounds strange but many states provide SEZ which Didi does not provide to industrialists. The important thing that we can pinpoint is that the rates of labour or land are still very cheap in Bengal. What is the problem then; why is Bengal lagging behind the South Indian states which never happened during Buddhadeb Bhattacharjee's tenure?
I am ending abruptly because l will be writing about it in details tomorrow. Meanwhile let me listen to the virago' s yes my mother-in -law's conversation with my buxom lady our maid. Many people in my neighborhood will probably agree it is household chores that has kept me busy and we as individuals are blaming Didi for our fate. COVID was never Didi's brainchild. So it is not about me but several people around me who are discovering light at the end of the tunnel after two years of the pandemic. Let's wish that there is still a way out for middle aged women like us.
