Jamshedpur ....A trip down the memory lane

The beatles song that "There are places i remember ........" aptly describes Jamshedpur, the pristine little township . Jamshedpur the land of the 'latteee' , a quintessential Bihari dish ; the abode of the TATA's ; the serenity of the city ; its changing skyline but simultaneously its resiliance to hang on to its past will forever remain etched in my mind.
The whisp of modernity has definitely not stopped by in its drift across the lands in this city.
The sea of calmness pervades thoroughout the alleys , bylanes , roads , streets , every concrete structure ..........Probably the only city where epicureanism is practised by all stratas of society.
This is the place where i had my first & last d***; repercussions were quite drastic and immediate , my handset and sneakers were purloined the very next day .
This is the place where the 'trio' (Me , Pk, Bhosad) used to roam till 12 in the night in the hope of catching a sight of that rare species 'Female ' and used to come back exhausted, dejected but nevertheless the quest used to continue the next day.
This is the place where Professor Bhosad finally attained enlightenment on a cloudless night near a cactus plant(the resemblance to Lord Buddha ends over here) in the vicinity of XLRI and decided to lead the humanity out of the travails of daily existence .
The aroma of the Gulab Jamuns ,the taste of the pani puris which we used to gobble like gluttons in Jamshedpur still lingers on in my mouth.
The CCD( for ordinary mortals this is an abbreviation for Cafe Coffee Day) where we used to hang out , chit-chat over a cup of coffee , infuriate the employees over there until unless they played our favourite number seems just around the corner.
For the first time i wasn't afraid to fade into oblivion . For the first time life ceased to be a burden but was a wonderful experience to be cherished and to look forward to .It is the place where we finally became men........

Endangered Species !

This is to report that the last of the species ' Homo Bhosada' has been found dwelling in the corridors of the Godavari Hostel of the Indian Institute of Inifinite Torture.
What distinguishes this strange but highly endangered species from its distant cousin 'Homo Sapien' is its innate cheerfulness and hedonism .
The other idiosyncracies of this 'species' is its ability to thwart off any scorn, remark directed at him with an equally stupid if not more , words directed at the individual who committed the felony in the first case. The species is normally incapable of hindsight & introspection but one can ocassionally spot him in those rare instances where one is lead to belief that the species is in a state of contemplation but later on realises that he has been grossly misled by his visual senses as the concerned species in this case is either engaged in reverie or in deep slumber with his eyes wide open.Even though the little grey cells are found in abundance in HB (as i will call him from now on ) , one is inclined to believe that ( by his antics & quirks) nature has not bestowed him the faculty of logic. ( As i said before one is lead to believe this but infact the truth is a lot different from this)
The mirth, the optimism and the chirpiness of this species is what which really endears him to all of us and distinguishes him from the common ruck. For hiberation HB has been trying to gravitate to greener pastures abroad and has left no stone unturned to that effect. His flock at IIT wishes to convey to him that they will miss him if he decides to hibernate to US of A .