Khendi ar Bhonda

Bhoda r Khendi maather ek kone

khachhilo badam bhaaja pulokito mone

Bhonda bole "khendi shona, tui-amar... ami shudhu tor"

khendi koy "hoyo na kobhu chokher ogochor"

badam tokhon pray shesh hote jay

Bhonda hothat bollo "khendi, be kor na amay"

Khendi jyano omaboshhaye shoshaner laash

bhaabe "badam bhaja khaiye ..dilo emni baansh!"

Bhonda kohe  - "tui amar laal jhuti kaka tua"

Khendi ektu shore giye- "thaaama na tor hukka hua"

Bhonda tar ahoto-balok-mon shamle bollo

"tobe kyano mathe ashti roj roj  bikele"

Khendi bollo "oto fushchish kyano 

aanti toh saikel e"

Bhondar ebar chokhe jol , kaapa konthoshhor

 "tobe ki khendi tui onyo karur, nosh ki tui mor?"

Khendi kohe thont bekiye 

"shunle toh kaandbi ,tar cheye bari jaa

dal bhaat macher jhol, maar kole boshe kha"

Ei bole khendi uthe rege rege hete gyalo

Bhonda khub aaste aaste ekta biri jalalo

hothat Bhondar bondhu Ghonoshyam elo shei maathe

Bhondake bollo she "nouka thekeche ghaat e?"

Bhonda ek gaal heshe koilo "eite toh shomudrer dike dilo pari"

Ghonoshyam bollo "ebar ki korbi bhai? ei na hole nari!"

Bhonda ekta kheen hashi diye bolle-

"ei shoptahe paanch tah ache...dekhi jodi ektao pote"

...............Ghonoshyam peeth chaapre kohe "aaah bote! bote !"

And The Shockstar Goes To............

For the next few minutes , during which you read this post, you have to make the following extremely difficult assumption...I know you can do it....so please my darling...take a deep breath and assume


..............that I am an expert. 




Presenting The  Shockstar Awards.....honouring  those who successfully shocked us out of our senses at the 83rd Academy Awards.








1. Anne Hathaway : For the infinite number of costume changes.......thumbs up: red carpet entry dress, white dress, blue dress..maroon dress... thumbs down: all the rest. Also for telling Indians that someone can give Ash a stiff competition in giggling. 





Image courtesy: blog.zap2it.com


Also for doing a spontaneous twirl in this metallic jingling dress.....she somehow reminded me of katrina's blue dress in Bin tere sanam song from Race....ARRRGGGHH --sorrry for the comparison Anne... it was not that bad.






2. Cate Blanchet : For showing everyone how an adult can wear a stone studded bib/apron to the Academy Awards.  I'll let the picture speak a thousand words.






pic courtesy : socialitelife.com


I feel as if the top half is a frame for a mirror, in front of which people can come and brush their hair. Also what's with the yellow stuff.....okay i really cannot describe this.....


And I only thought (from first hand experience)that you needed to be fat to look ugly......!!


3.  Aishwarya and Abhishek : Yet again proving your stupidity, internationally this time, by proclaiming "Colin is a great friend".... awww really?? did he say hi? did he like shake hands with you??  


4. Mallika Sherawat : For managing to maintain an awe-inspiring unmatched level of vulgarity. She is so gifted that she can make an opaque, hooded raincoat look vulgar. 


5. Sandra Bullock: **Red Alert** ..............actually joking....i think she looked great !


5. Inception : For not winning any of the major awards.


6. Those kids singing the final song:  After A Colin Firth Speech , a sane person ends the show. 64 kids after Colin Firth.....Are you "kidding" me ??? 
Anti-climax . Period.


*************applause**************

Before- Dinner-Discussions/ Newsturbation/ Let's change The world: One Debate At A Time.

1. World Cup : At times I remind myself...o yes..that's happening ....somewhere. (I always change the channel when those hideous Pepsi ads air)....

2. Criticize Mamata For rail budget :  That will be  the hot topic till Mr. Mukherjee obliges. For the first time...I am slightly  impressed by Didi :) :) it's the nation where crooks are filling their pockets with gold, leave alone their "home-state"...they are grabbing and taking every penny "home", why pounce on her if she has favoured her home-state? 

3. Libya: headstrong dictator , innocent civilians killed, perfect recipe for news and adda. dictator unaffected, that's besides the point, as long as we show how we "empathize" with all the people out there...... 

4. Abduction Of the DM : 1.He is not wounded/dying ,2. he refuses to spit venom at anyone , says maoists treated him well. 3.Horror !He is going to do the unthinkable: continue his work without a fuss. Big Dilemma only way out..some dry-as-desert discussions about the Govmnt vs Maoists...****sigh****

And They Ask Why I Sleep........

Daak Naam

Excuse me if any of these happen to be yours. The fun as always is purely unintentional ******innocent face******






Maam : A sheer Product Of laziness. Why didn't you spend a few more seconds to come up with something less common? Suppose You are the father of this girl, you call out this name on a street in Kolkata, at least 4 or 5 girls will come running towards you, from different houses. How does that reflect on your character? Would it have hurt to add a few more syllables? At times when the child grows up both mother and daughter call each other by the same name....confusion spanning generations.

Mampi: When I said "few" more syllables, I did not mean "one".

Tubai/ Buba...Tumpa/Jhumpa...Riya/Piya...etc etc : Just imagining how would i bid farewell to such a person...bye bye bubai? ta ta tubai ? Rhyming is a dangerously addictive game. I am a victim myself. My nickname was agreed upon after rhyming letters with the nick names of my cousin sisters..... they had exhausted all the nice letters..i was left with horrid choices :( :(

Tubri:  I knew a girl who had such a nick name. Adds a whole new dimension to ruffians calling a hot babe "phataka"...here are the parents doing the honours. What next? "chorki shona school jabe?" .. "rong moshal baba ke cha dao?"

Raja/ Rani: Well... they are not rajas and ranis and their name would haunt them for the rest of their lives if they make a complete mess out of it. parents...take note.

Puchki: Okay agreed she was "puchki" once upon a time, so were you, but spare a thought what if she grows up to be 6ft ??? What would you say then? "amader puchki khuub lomba??" or god forbid if she is of my height.... "amader puchki khub puchki?"..... for once the insurance people are right. Plan ahead.

Puchku/ Puchi/ Puchu/Kochu: awwww  how sweet........ **hicccup**... You are dying ...your son is in office attending a board meeting , you call his secretary and say "puchu ke phone dao...ami maaraa jachhi".... well write it down if you want...puchu will deny his existence .

Add to the list If you want to.

"Something Special"

By Iris Murdoch. 


(its not a "review"...I don't know big words...now read if you want to)


Normally when I go to BCL I see a lot of people busy reading, taking notes. Have never done that myself, because I am always distracted ( the reason why I read 2 pages in X minutes in my university and 10 pages in x minutes at home) ... So i generally browse , take what I like (but was definitely**DEFINITELY**  not looking for)..and head home....


 Today I was dilly-dallying with a few books when I came across a row of books by Iris Murdoch ... ( yes again I shame-facedly admit, I have never read her works before)... Whenever i see a row of books I get confused...all names merge into one big haze and I pick up randomly....so hesitated and picked up the thinnest one and started reading, 2 pages...then I had to head for a seat....


Yvonne, a  girl being coaxed to marry a person,who, as she declares is nothing "special", a girl who thought better things might happen...... this was definitely not what she was meant for...her journey through places where she's not supposed to go...and the disillusionment..... (almost reminded me of Araby...) ....and the final , silent, compromise. .. Sam takes Yvonne to a bar where they have a nasty experience and he wants to make it up...and brings her to a felled tree, which to him was "beautiful" and "sad", Sam wants to climb the tree and be like a "pair of birds"...Yvonne sees only the mud, the beetles and is tired of her walk....(I perhaps would have echoed her feelings)... That night she goes home and decides to marry Sam. 


Just saw that someone on the internet ...feels that she did not find "something special" in Sam's tree but found it in Sam. Many have found it to be a story of Virtue winning over vanity. 


 Is it so simple? A girl was dreaming and she wakes up to life... I am sorry ...but ... wasn't it a compromise? Were the silent tears, that of her happiness after finding love?, or was it after making a terrible compromise, almost as if she, in vengeance, contributed to the mess that life had offered her? I feel the latter might be true.. (might). Opinions differ. I have not read her other works , so my views are strictly based on my reading of the story.


 ... .sometimes there is no reason why things don't harmonize...two tunes might be very good but they may not make music together... set in a city which was putrid...stagnant ...pretty much like the lives of it's inhabitants.. the idea of "beauty"  ..."happiness".....is so different for so many...


I realize I have perhaps given the most mundane synopsis ever....but then how is it that some authors say something in a paragraph, what others take pages to write about.... Yvonne reminded me of another lady whom I cannot forget..Eustacia... and yet the story of Yvonne could be the story of any girl today..in fact it perhaps is....It strikes a chord... ..a strong one.


Is it the best book that I have read? No


Why did I choose to write about it knowing that I might never convey what I felt?


Well, I will never write about books which are so good that I am too scared to even minutely disturb the emotions I have felt while reading them. This one was good, it also intimidated me...but only a little. I choose to write about it now because I know by tomorrow it will be in my "sacred hall of fame" and I will be terrified to go near it and regret every word that I have written so far. 


Excuse me folks. Tonight.


And yes I have picked up another novel by Murdoch.

My Darling...

(If you think it is about you, well, it is.)


Firstly darling do not call me 
When I am sleeping peacefully
I do not blurt out secrets in sleep
neither do I mumble gracefully


If you have recently broken up
then take a moment I pray
Let off some steam somewhere else
Before you commence your royal bray.


If you want to go shopping
At least ask if I have any money
watching you shop while I am broke
is no fun. Do you realize that honey?


Your status message on facebook
Can be "a job with a huge salary" 
Why not keep it simple darling?
instead of the foreplay-ish "Me  happy".


O and darling.... darling, do remember
my father is not a millionaire
if you owe me a book or anything else 
please return it because  I hate to share!


One last thing my sweetheart
I know you miss me very much 
But sending a forwarded sms every minute
Is not exactly my idea of "being in touch"


Okay my dear now it is time
For you to  have your say ..
On second thoughts....do shut up darling
I am not interested anyway.

Essentials If you Are Appearing For An Exam In India

1. Doiyer Phonta (a curd spot :ya you can laugh): this is what adorns the foreheads of numerous children as they enter the exam hall. It is considered auspicious. The only benefit of topical application of curd that I know of is that it cures dry skin....mine is oily so did not try out this beauty therapy on exam days....(chuckle chuckle).


2. Glucose Er Jol (glucose water): Good old water is never enough for the E-Day. Moms very kindly pack a bottle of glucose water.  It provides extra energy . (which can make them restless, pee more etc etc...but who cares?)


3. Some Dried Flowers: No they are not endowed with magical powers yet they find a place in pencil boxes, pockets and what-not.  everyone is not a phool.... after all.....it has God's blessings.. (grinnn)


4. A photograph of a deity:  This is rubbed all over the answer scripts. Why? no idea (no abhishek is not standing beside me to say get-Idea).


5. At least one parent/guardian waiting outside the hall- worrying and panicking about everything that might happen inside. Every martyr needs mourners. A-men!