Rainy Day

Today is a rainy day and not a very busy day for me. I could not concentrate my mind on my work. Actually I am in need of a strong motivation or a lot of work pressure to keep myself going today. Monday Morning blue had a strong effect on me during morning rush hour. That time Steve Jobs motivated my mind. One of my friends posted his wonderful talk on his Facebook wall; I just happened to listen that and liked it so much.
So many bubbles of thought surface on our mind but they just fade away. Sometimes we do want to capture them on the piece of paper. Alas, it’s really hard to put all of them on writing. I am not an avid blogger. I write because I love to write or talk. I think when we talk to a friend , these kinds of melancholic blabbering will bore them a lot. But Microsoft office will say nothing to me. So this is an excuse for me for blogging.
For the last few months Boston had huge show showers, blizzards and lots of other things in the name of snow, winter, cold and chill. But when I come back home by daily commute, the frozen Charles River looks so beautiful. Now, the downtown Boston no longer reflects on the evening river water, yet it’s so beautiful. I was born in Kolkata and spent twenty five years of my life there. I loved that city too. Yet this uncanny beauty I never saw there. May be as because, Kolkata never gets frozen. Kolkata will be remained in my heart as a bubbly city, colorful people, in March-April red-yellow flower rush on both sides of the road. People abroad here talk about the poverty and dirtiness of Kolkata. I just want to tell them, ”Have u ever been in Kolkata?” If you ever lived in that city , definitely you would find some different kind of charm in there. Each of these cities has their individual appeal.
See, this is the thing happens when I start writing something, I write something else. Boston and Kolkata get intermingled and ultimately I finished my today.