Warning : boring, pointless post

Cal is so at home with chaos. Was taking an auto ride back home, and Gariahat was choc-a-bloc with people from a procession. It was quite a scene : blaring loudspeakers, pujo shoppers, confused minibuses sprawled around like broken limbs, even more confused traffic police, who waved their flabby hands frantically at no-one in particular and said ei sala! a lot. These people had formed a human chain and were protesting against something (some human-rights thing...I don't know, I'm bad at these things) and there were all sorts really - students, mashimas, bhodroloks, ram prasad isteeriwalas, bus conductors - half thought of joining it, just for the heck of it, but with the sun beating down on my poor head, highly susceptible to whimsical headaches, I changed my mind. Besides, I didn't know what it was for anyway. Everyone in the auto seemed cool with it. To hell with geting late for appointments and all that jazz, lets join the bloody micheel. We got off at the crossing and I walked it to Ballygunge Station - and it was kind of fun, because there were no cars or people beyond a certain point and I felt like I owned the road. Then came the tedious wait for another auto, because the conscious citizens that these autowallahs are, they had all joined the procession and left a snake long line of sun beaten commuters waiting at the auto stand. The line included an old gentleman, who was in the previous auto with me. And I was amazed at the fucktard student types (who probably get their mothers to shave their miserable moustaches for them) with umbrellas and school bags, letting this old fellow stand there in the heat, not even bothering once to share an umbrella or something. Half thought of giving him my bag to cover his head, but he was so blissfully cool with being treated like shit that, I just told him in a non-committal manner to stand in the shade a bit. The dude got subtly elbowed by overgrown mama's boy for trying to share his oversized umbrella. And Jyoti Basu (he looked like that) smiled along and asked for the ten thousandth time "eta Ruby'r line toh?". Ha babah, Ruby'r line, Dadu.
And then the auto came some 15-20 minutes later and we bumped along like happy apples, with not a line of discomfort or complaint on our pathetic faces. We are like this only.