There is something about a market. I mean you even have a phrase like fish market - a synonym for sheer pandemonium. Guess the gora saabs got disgusted enough. But then look at life. Is it not confusing enough. There is the same essence in the market percolating through the fries and the sweets - the chat and the fuchka stalls. The slimy fish bazaar, the veg shops that somehow in their haphazardly manner mirror the informality of life. The challenge of identifying the freshness of the produce or the masterstrokes played for the best price - all fall in the rituals of life.
And then it mutated into the gorges of steel chrome and glass. Gone was the rustic aura - all changed to the sanitised world of arranged boredom.
would a Howard Roark stand up and bring the essence of life to a breathless steel monstrosity.
Inspired from.a comment of a friend who left durgapur long time ago.
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