It was an April evening when I called up Ankita Chakraborty, asking her if there was an opening at Calcutta Cacophony. And two and a half year later, here I am, the night before she leaves for Boston, trying to wring out my feelings, that can speak of what Ankita, means to me.
In attempt to do that, let's try to see, what Ankita is like.
Ankita is defined by her emotions. Like the city Calcutta, which she loves with all her passion, she is colourful, vibrant, kind, welcoming, and a shelter; a refuge. I have been a man who has been unable to share the innermost thoughts with someone, but Ankita has not been just another friend, who sighs and nods listening to your sob-story, no. She tries to comfort you. She tries to solve things, she wants to make one happy. And to think that she is quite younger to me, I often feel she's the bordidi, while I am the younger, immature one in all this.
She balances her schedule as a student, her duties as a daughter, her chores as quite an accomplished person in Calcutta as the Co-Founder of Calcutta Cacophony, her role as a girlfriend to the very energetic, very erratic Mr. Ghosh; but above all, she remains, to the core, a caring, loving friend.
Not an easy task, ladies and gentlemen. Being a friend through thick and thin, in times like these is quite a heavy duty, and Miss Chakraborty here manages it with ease, grace, perfection.
Not that she is does not have the fair share of lows in life. In these two and a half-years, I have seen her give up innumerable times, seen her sob, weep, howl, rage, thrash, break, and what-not. But, every time, every time, I have seen her get back up, straighten her backbone and take the world on, fighting through the pain, through loss, criticism and adversities like no other.
Now, moving on to myself, I would say, Ankita, since the very first day we interacted, has been kind to me. I called up for the Calcutta Cacophony recruitment after the proceedings were over. And she has been kind enough to give me a free pass on a lot of things. She gave me permission to write, to take pictures for the Facebook Page she runs. She was kind enough to let me be one of the Core Members of Calcutta Cacophony, she was kind enough and trusted me enough to let me organize events. And in the process, I had to adjust, re-align myself, and had to step out of my zone of comfort. She made me understand, a deadline is important, and it is crucial to confront them. It is crucial to step out of the traditionalist mindset that I had. She made me realize, the world is moving too fast and one cannot stop for a moment.
And then, there were days when we made a stop. I have a handful of friends. Most are from Calcutta Cacophony. And the time we spent together. Be it going out together for lunch, or staying over for some reason, those were the best of times, those were the worst of times (thanks to the alcohol), and most of it is better left unsaid. And none of this would have been possible, (now I speak directly to you, Ankita) without you, without Rishi, without CC, without the handful of jerks you trust, who always stick together, to find a way out of unfavourable situations.
Thank you for being the Nick Fury who brings together the Avengers, boss. *mic drop*
And no, this going to Boston thing for two years is not you riding into sunset marking the end of an era, which, we are making it seem. Because, you have to be back. You cannot take away the Calcutta from Ankita, and of course you'll be back, screaming, "Why the hell do the stalls still do not have electricity?! Look into it ASAP!" Aah, memorable moments.
Remember Ankita, it all started here. Greenwood Nook and Aswini Dutta Road. Calcutta. A lot left. A lot left to prove. A lot more to experiment with. A lot of gossip left. A lot of problems are unresolved. A lot of Cacophony is left to be made in Calcutta, boss.
All the best for Boston. Show them who's boss.
I guess I couldn't write out what you mean to me, Ankita. Perhaps, I can't write it out. Not now, at least. Maybe, when you come back. And we do another TSL or another something. But all I know is, I love you, Ankita with all my heart, and I will miss you terribly, terribly, terribly. You have been a pillar of support for me. And for the team, through good and bad. And, you'll always be. I cannot offer much in return. I however, will make sure, I am there if you need anyone for anything.
- Anurag.
PS. Got some pictures.
In attempt to do that, let's try to see, what Ankita is like.
Ankita is defined by her emotions. Like the city Calcutta, which she loves with all her passion, she is colourful, vibrant, kind, welcoming, and a shelter; a refuge. I have been a man who has been unable to share the innermost thoughts with someone, but Ankita has not been just another friend, who sighs and nods listening to your sob-story, no. She tries to comfort you. She tries to solve things, she wants to make one happy. And to think that she is quite younger to me, I often feel she's the bordidi, while I am the younger, immature one in all this.
She balances her schedule as a student, her duties as a daughter, her chores as quite an accomplished person in Calcutta as the Co-Founder of Calcutta Cacophony, her role as a girlfriend to the very energetic, very erratic Mr. Ghosh; but above all, she remains, to the core, a caring, loving friend.
Not an easy task, ladies and gentlemen. Being a friend through thick and thin, in times like these is quite a heavy duty, and Miss Chakraborty here manages it with ease, grace, perfection.
Not that she is does not have the fair share of lows in life. In these two and a half-years, I have seen her give up innumerable times, seen her sob, weep, howl, rage, thrash, break, and what-not. But, every time, every time, I have seen her get back up, straighten her backbone and take the world on, fighting through the pain, through loss, criticism and adversities like no other.
Now, moving on to myself, I would say, Ankita, since the very first day we interacted, has been kind to me. I called up for the Calcutta Cacophony recruitment after the proceedings were over. And she has been kind enough to give me a free pass on a lot of things. She gave me permission to write, to take pictures for the Facebook Page she runs. She was kind enough to let me be one of the Core Members of Calcutta Cacophony, she was kind enough and trusted me enough to let me organize events. And in the process, I had to adjust, re-align myself, and had to step out of my zone of comfort. She made me understand, a deadline is important, and it is crucial to confront them. It is crucial to step out of the traditionalist mindset that I had. She made me realize, the world is moving too fast and one cannot stop for a moment.
And then, there were days when we made a stop. I have a handful of friends. Most are from Calcutta Cacophony. And the time we spent together. Be it going out together for lunch, or staying over for some reason, those were the best of times, those were the worst of times (thanks to the alcohol), and most of it is better left unsaid. And none of this would have been possible, (now I speak directly to you, Ankita) without you, without Rishi, without CC, without the handful of jerks you trust, who always stick together, to find a way out of unfavourable situations.
Thank you for being the Nick Fury who brings together the Avengers, boss. *mic drop*
And no, this going to Boston thing for two years is not you riding into sunset marking the end of an era, which, we are making it seem. Because, you have to be back. You cannot take away the Calcutta from Ankita, and of course you'll be back, screaming, "Why the hell do the stalls still do not have electricity?! Look into it ASAP!" Aah, memorable moments.
Remember Ankita, it all started here. Greenwood Nook and Aswini Dutta Road. Calcutta. A lot left. A lot left to prove. A lot more to experiment with. A lot of gossip left. A lot of problems are unresolved. A lot of Cacophony is left to be made in Calcutta, boss.
All the best for Boston. Show them who's boss.
I guess I couldn't write out what you mean to me, Ankita. Perhaps, I can't write it out. Not now, at least. Maybe, when you come back. And we do another TSL or another something. But all I know is, I love you, Ankita with all my heart, and I will miss you terribly, terribly, terribly. You have been a pillar of support for me. And for the team, through good and bad. And, you'll always be. I cannot offer much in return. I however, will make sure, I am there if you need anyone for anything.
- Anurag.
PS. Got some pictures.
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