'A slumber did my spirit seal.....' no l do not have fear resting in my heart. A domestic quarrel today took the better part of the day. My in-laws tend to speak in disparaging terms about me as l am finding it difficult to get a high-paying job. They fumed at me and l also spoke in equally uncaring way which made them pack their bags and vanish as fast as they had arrived. They were pretending to love my son but the last act just fell short of it.
With red eyes the boy appeared on the terrace only to be mocked at by my neighbours. A strange disease that has affected them is their penchant for listening to my Mann ki bat. But Mann ki bat and muh ke bat are very different. We can think illogically but most of the time we tend to pay great attention to what we are speaking. Next the public and private domain should be differentiated. If we post something in the social media that falls in the ambit of the public domain; but if it's a conversation between sisters passerbys should try to avoid them instead of trying listening to them with sharp ears. Sadly living in Kolkata l or my family members are bereft of such freedom. Our drawing room conversations become the talk of the local marketplace and l try to digest more pills for curing my mental disease.
Didi is invincible and l cannot end without writing about her untiring efforts to welcome industrialists in Bengal. We do not know why Newtown was earmarked for software industry when it could have even prospered in the fringes of Kolkata. Haldia, Durgapur, Siliguri too could have been developed as software hubs. We do not know why we are left at the mercy of the land sharks of West Bengal. We need to grow first as a state and then as a nation. We want to boast of not only about Bengal's fine alluvial soil but also of the sons of the soil. We want to work, we want to build, we want to create only the opportunities are running dry. We want to make Bengal the way it used to be before recession. A land of ample scope and skilled people.
