strings attached

I left my city in search of a better future. So did many others like me . When I made plans for this better future I was conscious that I was uprooting myself from my home, my city, my neighbourhood and most importantly Myself .Amongst these the one thing that has affected me to quite an extent is the estrangement from my city.
Technically speaking I am not a Kolkattan as I lived across the river and so have always been called a non Kolkatan by my friends from the city(They take pride in belonging to proper Kolkata ). I would not say I grew up in Kolkata as right after my school I left the city . So my fondness for the city grew in short vacations . But didn’t realise that this microincremental attachment had strengthened enough to bring me back to the city for a year after my undergraduation to replenish what I missed. I missed the strikes, the college politics, the bunking class to go to the book fair , the street theatres, the film festival.. the whims and fancies of a college goer . So the year passed by and I did everything I wanted to . Tried forming a band, accepted its miserable failure, lost and found myself , dreamt of changing the world and then woke up to realise that time was up. I had to leave the city for good to ensure a safe future with the materialist comforts that I saw in the movies.
That makes me a Probashi(or Porobashi) now but what still makes me think why do I still feel so rooted to the city when I uprooted myself so consciously from it ? What does it have that makes me want to go back and never leave it.? What is it that makes me cry when I sing Rhododendron ? After all, I left it because it had nothing for me .What I just have on my plate is the fact that I am not the only one. There are many others like me who left the city , reasons unknown but chords tied.
Recently I saw this movie 033. It revolves around a struggling Kolkata band (as usual !!) . So,plain and simple in content but delicate and detailed in form . It touches softly on the hidden weaknesses of an uprooted Kolkattan. The traffic, the buzz of the city life, the audience’s repulsion to a new song , the band wanting to create a wave with something original and fresh, the son who left his mother in an old house on a nameless street and his story . A girl in search of her roots , a veteran bohemian musician who makes his small abode a shelter for the band members , small intricately woven love stories and all this through some colloquial dialogues(that you and I would connect to ) and some wonderful lines from....shakti,beatles,tagore,lennon and lenin .. No more.. the rest is for you to watch
I am sure you would feel the same bitter sweet pain of having strings attached
Here you go the link to 033 http://www.banglanatokmovie.com/bangla-movie/277.htm