Where the sun never rises...

In my days at IIM Calcutta, I have learnt many things we say about ourselves that pass on from each batch of students to the next. One such proud remark, which has its roots in what some nobody said in the court of a queen of a small island east of the Atlantic. Yes, you guessed it right--IIMC, where the sun never sets!

Now this may seem disturbing to most proponents of the theories of one Copernicus, but as we all know, the fellow is dead for four hundred years, maybe even he doubts his theories by now. For all we know, the sun and earth may both be revolving around each other, changing times and durations of days, months and seasons. And so it may happen that one day, these unlikely bedfellows strike a balance of angular velocities so precise, that the sun may actually never set. But, in this deep, metaphorical perpetuality of daylight, I pause, brooding whether the solar cycle has anything to do with our lifestyles at Joka anyway?

To be honest, I have never seen the sun rise in Joka as well as I have seen it set. Because after all, that is when my day begins, with the hassles of attending classes done and despatched, it is time to do some real work as the blue sky gives away to a faraway indigo, then to a vermillion, and finally creeps up our weighed down shoulders in deep black, each inch of darkness covering us, slowly, steadily, eventually. In this cover of insecure hideousness, all of us set out for our tasks, be it assignments, movies, cases, parties, projects, addas, exams, outings or any other cocktail of these, each one of us trying to find O. Henry's so called magic proportion, wherein the intoxication of the concoction would be strong enough to keep us running and gunning for the next day.

By the time we are finished, we are finished. And then, a few moments before the sun would make its attempt to come out of the lake towards the east, by some law of nature which a later Copirnicus may discover someday, the propensity to drop dead asleep grabs controls and overpowers any will that we may have left to see the sun rising. Some survive this battle, and see what may only be described as glorious especially in misty January mornings--the others die fighting.

So does the sun really never set? I'll say yes, since every time I wake up, I am up for a new challenge. Or maybe I agree simply because I have no evidence that the sun rose in the first place! Whichever way it may be, its still beautiful here at JokaLand...

~DragonFire