Early morning on a holiday at 09:50 I come to Cyber Cup hoping its open, and yes, it is. But before I enter Patuatola lane, where this cafe is located, I cannot stop myself from calling them names (of course, its all to myself; I don't shout: ARE YOU CRAZY?) who had hoisted all those red, etc flags over shops, people's homes, on the electric poles and anywhere they felt like. There's a CPM party office at the mouth of this lane but the flags are of all hues: and some say there's no democracy in Bengal,huh! All parties are free here to use my home, your home, my shop, your shop, my walls, your walls as their own for they are the People's representatives, real representatives.
I enter the cafe. Babai Da has just taken bath and is opening the attendance register for today's entries. I ask him, "Jhanda gulo nije lagiyecho na keo lagiye chole galo?". He doesn't understand what I'm talking about. I tell him to go out and look at the flags he apparently seems to endorse; he sees a TMC and a Congress flag on his gate and shop-window. He doesn't know who did this or when. There's a large CPM drape hanging at the other mouth of this lane. And all buildings in this lane can proudly claim to have at least one flag.
What is it with me early in the morning? As if I don't know this or they don't know this that I'm writing about. These are quotidian matters. Will I stop killing time like this on my blog?
