2 CMs, lost twins of Kumbha mela, found in CM seats

My admiration for these two activist chief ministers just keep increasing day by day. The people connect, the social causes, the fights and the fights which keep them alive makes atleast 5 minutes of my day, 5 minutes I spend reading jokes on them shared on #Facebook #Twitter and #whatsapp. They are just amazing, the jokes are no less than their real time antics. The two chief ministers located in top 2 metro cities have more similarities than twin siblings.

The top 5 I can recall, I am thrilled to share here just for some real amusent.  I had to give due credit to Viru for inspiring me to write this post.

The rebel is my style ;) whatever is the topic, my style is Rebel. If I am in opposition I rebel, if I am the chief minister, then also I rebel. If I don't find anything to rebel, I fight with the sky, trees and stones.

We fast, faster than fastest campaign to become chief ministers - These leaders taught us actual benefit of fasting, besides the health benefits. We fast for people, we fast against people, we fast against corruption, we fast for corruption. We fast against industrialists, we fast against industrilisation. Keeping our fasts alive, we became chief minister's.

We are highly educated - The education err,.. hush hush he was a civil servant and her PHD degree was bitten by rats.

 I am targeted - We were for people, hence the ruling party targeting us, now we are ruling so, opposition targeting us. The pollution threat is opposition's conspiracy and military activities are to threatening CM? Everybody target us. The other day, pappu threw rose petals, he was targeting us. Why are they targeting? we are always 'in' for arguing!!!

We fight for a cause, causes we don't actually understand - it exists dear, it exists.You don't understand. My publicist is on leave for 5 days for his daughter's marriage, and he didn't share any talk points. I 'll go low on TRP. Modi, Tata, Trump getting million views, nobody is even writing a joke on me. So, I called my newspaper wala and told him to slap me. That's all. a quick selfie, and my job is done!

Once upon a time in Kolkata

It was a chilling evening of the year 2014. In the new city, didn't even have a friend to ask out for a coffee. So, decided to come out of my hotel and walk the lanes to Park street, the famous street of Kolkata. 

The bright road lights had witnessed the bright Christmas celebrations and was eagerly waiting for the new year. I could see groups gathering for selfies, sharing momos, adoring the lightworks of parkstreet. Walking in a dreamy trance, didnt realise when I reached my destination. The Flurries was abuzz with people of all age. The love for cake, pastries, coffee and christmas was evident and beautiful.

I ordered a cup of hot cappuccino and some cookies. I was sipping my coffee, and suddenly i noticed this female with knee length black leather jacket. Her brown flowy hair occasionally fell on her chiks, her hands were moving in rhythm with her conversation on phone. She was done with her coffee. I realised I too had finished. She stood up, picked up her four-wheeler suitcase and kept walking towards her cab, towards the main junction, where her cab was waiting. I kept looking at her, what ease and what a style of a beautiful, independent and elegant woman. I kept looking at until she fazed away. She was gone, I felt a sudden vacuum in my heart, felt wish I could speak to her once!

Saddened with the thought that won't be able to meet her again, something struck my eyes, it was her small blue purse on the table she was sitting. It felt like a blessing coming directly from the stars above. I was swift to open the purse. Yes! Some cash, credit cards and her ID card, enough for making her a comeback. I called her, she recieved the phone in a subtly strong voice, I somehow gathered myself and mentioned about her purse she left at Flurry's table.

She paused for a while, thanked me and requested for a best possible way to meet the earliest. Her flight to Mumbai in 1.5 hours. The selfless "Hero" woke up in me. I offered to meet her directly at airport and hand the purse over. And incase I can't reach on time, I would courier it to her office mentioned in the is card, and she had my mobile number to track me down for any mischief.

She thought for a moment, and agreed. Without wasting any time, I opened my ola app, booked my ride, and zip zap zoom. I kept my driver Santosh on his toes. Santosh with a smile kept showing me the map. I reached Dumdum airport, bang-on in 55 mins. Before I pay my bill, I rang up the lady, she was waiting outside the airport. Came running getting my call. I knew it was for the purse and not for me, still kept looking at her animatedly. I stood still next to my cab. Shilpi came, thanked me zillion times and waived again vanished. She was gone again.

Now it was time to pay for my ride. I looked back, Santosh smiling at me said that the destination was not entered in the journey app. So, if I wish to continue my journey back to parkstreet in the same cab. I was more than happy to oblige. I felt a friend was there standing by me in the unknown city in search for an unknown soul. I thanked Santosh. He smiled and said, you haven't lost her yet. You have her phone number, and continued driving  the car. I kept thinking about Shilpi, Shilpi, Shilpi.. 

#short story #romance #kolkata