They say the world is a global village. But, I know how wrongly they guess it. The world is too large and unorganized for us even if we have Google live chats, Facebook Walls or Cisco’s point and click video networking. In fact, we presume that we are in touch with each other and we knowingly reject to believe that it’s only virtual. There is nothing real here unless you meet your buddy face-face and exchange a feeling of warmth through a hug or something similar. Viewing your town home town photos in your desktop doesn’t give that charm which you feel when you actually visit your town. Of course, this kind of feeling is only for those who miss their town from thousands of kilometers away. I’m one of those many.
I’m a displaced Silcharites who left the town 4 years back with an aim to change the way the advertising world works. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. I didn’t get into the ad world and found my type of job somewhere else. I entered into a new world of my own. The world which was populated with awkwardly passionate fools who were hungry for money. The people who were definitely unfit for my hometown. Many times, I felt like skipping this world and going back to my Silchar. But there was another all-time hit reality: Silchar doesn’t have job. So, I remained here with little choice around. Something like ‘nai mama thaika kana mama vala’(sylheti saying) type of thought drove me from inwards.
That worked smooth. With every little tide in the river Barak, I learned what it takes to survive in a differently new world. I learned loving everyone around me more than before. I learned eating ‘rotis’ in stead of ‘bhaat’. I learned ‘cocktailing on candlelit table’ in stead of my ‘college road evening addas’ and I leaned how to cross the four lane roads without violating any traffic rules, something which is a century-after affair for Silchar. I reacted on every new opportunity without doing any mathematics. Destiny hit me, pulled me, pushed me: But I was a Joney Walker who keeps walking. Needless to say that I was missing the road to Silchar.
Today, I am a new-found guy with my bag full of nation-wide experiences. I watched many developments in the capital. So is Silchar. In fact, we both met with a face lift. However, Silchar got fairer than me. Narrowly-lined street shops found their way throughout the town, lots of stones were unturned for broad gauge, Assam university buses started positively pitch the Dorgakona road, shopping malls got a serious thought, sex scandal matured the teenagers, Vishal made people artificially fashion-centric, ISBT eased the journey out, Debojit kept singing on Zee, roads reconstructed (before election), new buildings scaled above middle class, braindariners started making websites and forums on Silchar. Altogether, Silchar and Silcharites underwent major changes. People got smarter and town got more polluted.
This is a never ending process. Someone like me who is far from the hometown would surely get happy about how Silchar is changing.
People out of this town miss it from all over the globe.
This little town has always been the home to moving minds. It definitely has something in it for which people love it/miss it so much. As I would say in Hindi “Kuch toh baat he”
Love you Silchar!
With an aim to keep every displaced Silcharites updated with their hometown happenings, I have created an infotainment weblog urled:- http://silchar.wordpress.com