Bakwas Bath

The chicken is a peculiar bird. It can't fly, swim or run very fast. It’s neither aggressive nor possesses a beak or talons sharp enough to defend itself. It just lays eggs and trudges along, waiting to be made into nuggets to be offered to guests at house parties and little children for their school lunches. And yet this enterprising little bird carries in its blood the long-forgotten genes of the mighty dinosaurs of eras past, and those silent filial bonds express themselves in one character-defining endeavor which has become the cornerstone of this species’ cultural identity: its desire to cross the road. Which raises the question which has haunted philosophers, biologists, and Reddit shitposters alike: Why did the chicken cross the road? What great primordial need yearend this humble little avian forward as it decided to make the strenuous journey across the river of asphalt, braving the constant barrage of high-speed automobiles and disgruntled pedestrians. What great prize la...

January 2020:  The CAT scorecard flashed on my screen. 96.x percentile was the final score. Not great, but certainly not bad. For a guy who gave the exam just to complete his bingo book of floundering through engineering (at least once try and raise funding for an idea doomed from its inception, flunk one placement interview so bad you go underground for at least a week and spend a semester flirting with the idea of dropping everything for Civil Services are few more honorable mentions). But it planted a seed in my mind that perhaps I should come again later, with better preparation and more conviction of thought. June 2021:  I join work straight out of graduation. And it’s fun. Nice team, cool colleagues, and a very relaxed work environment. No real stress or anxiety of any kind as I begin to learn the nuances of IT. But at the back of my mind, a niggling thought was ever present- What next? Like any self-respecting son of middle-aged Bengali parents, I knew I was expected to...