Every Saturday the first thing I look forward to after finishing my daily chores is to read The Hindu. I, of course, read it everyday and even believe my day is not complete without at least glancing at the pages from back-to-front.
Saturdays, however, I look forward to every week to a column written by one of my favorite columnists,
Bishwanath Gosh. Reading his column brings a smile to my face, and sometimes I even laugh at loud. His columns are hilarious, informative, entertaining and what not. Needless to say I was eager to read his column last Saturday and grabbed the newspaper and sat with a cup of tea. I freaked out dramatically, and my mom came from the kitchen to see what was wrong. I squeaked "Bishwanath Gosh is not gonna write the Saturday column anymore!"" My mom gave me a "I wish my daughter was sane" look and vanished.
I re-read the whole column and pouted for almost an hour thinking how much I will miss the column. This columnist used to write about a bizarre range of things from about writing about his love for idlies, which I don't share, to about the times in his childhood. Like in on of his columns he had written about the entry of colour televisions to his home, and I didn't stop laughing long after reading it.
He had written, which roughly translates like this -I loved watching the highlights of the test matches on the brand-new TV and later when we were playing cricket on the ground I told my friend "I don't know why we fuss about one person bowling six balls, in International cricket Kapil bowls two balls then Bedi bowls three balls, and Kapil bowls 1 again."
Weird isn't it? How these faceless people warm your hearts with words. This is when I wish, I could write better. I am sure going to miss the Life In A Metro column but like he mentioned in his column all good things have to come to an end. Even so, the upside is you have better things to look forward to, perhaps, his book on Chennai!
