The Delhi Chapter : Page 4

I did not have a drop of knowledge about who this guy was.

All I knew was that, he was a fellow nostalgic who thought about Calcutta, in mysteriously the same way as I did when I was living away in Bombay.

He was originally from my city (now settled in Gurgaon) and we had 50 something friends in common.

[ Not a thing unusual at all, I thought. Given the social festival Calcutta is and was. ]

A small, egalitarian place, I trust.

Where everyone knows someone who knows everyone and all that.

So yes, coming back.

I didn’t know a thing about this man.

But I won’t lie his piece didn’t make me want to find out.

[ The journalist blood in me, maybe ]

He had this elusive profile picture then, which hardly suggested what he could look like.

Status: Married.

Birthday: 22nd July, 1983.

Age: 28 (I gathered).

His profile let slip no details about his workplace or designation.
So I didn’t have the palest clue that this man could have anything to do with Advertising (something I was contemplating switching to from Journalism, back in the day, last September).

Advertising was an old love.
Ever since junior college days.

And since I'd already tried my hands at Editing in a paper (and reviled it by and large), Advertising seemed like a good thing to give a shot.

In other news, maa was also fit again.
And it looked like there was room for me to move out.

Plus, I reckoned it made more sense switching fields then.

When I had age on my side, than perhaps a decade later, when I’d have kids and things and be too seeped in a 'family life' or some flashy mid-level job.

And strangely, a piece of me always knew somewhere, that if I didn’t ever become a feature writer in a travel magazine (my dream job ever since the time that I can remember), I’d most definitely end up becoming a creative in an ad firm.

Or that was the hope...