My Cousin...WRIK..

A Virgo, age 28 (yesterday was his 28th birthday), one and a half years senior to me, an MBA by profession and has been recently appointed the regional (east) head of an insurance company in India. I tried calling him up the entire day yesterday, only to hear, "The number you are trying to call is switched off..." Later at night I got the line but was on the call wait, so I hung up. After a few moments Wrik called back. Thirty minutes later when I finally said "Good night", I knew I would surely make a post out of this conversation.

Me : "Haaaaappy Birthdaaaay" Shillong
Wrik : "Thaaaank Yooouuu"
Me : "Where are you ?"
Wrik : "Guess?"
Me : "Ummm"
Wrik : "Guwahati-Shillong-Guwahati-Izawl-Guwahati", there were a few more places in that list, which I forgot.
After the initial Hi-Hellos..
Wrik : "Izawl is a heavenly place; the people out here are so simple and trustworhty. They say and do what they feel like saying and doing. The hotel where I was staying hadShillong a large room, the bathroom itself could fit in two of our flat-rooms of Calcutta. Whenever I opened a window, I could see the clouds floating in the air, right in front of me and the clouds even entered my room when I opened the door to my balcony"
Me : "Wow"
Wrik : "Know what ? The balcony looked down over a cemetery. The place is so windy that even with the doors closed it seemed like someone was breathing heavily on them from the other side. When I went to bed that night, I was suddenly woken up by a loud noise. I sat up straight, as if just received an electric shock on my back, only to find that the huge door(probably from the times when the British were still here) opened with a bang. I was shit-scared, I got off from the bed and closed the door. The moment I secured the bolt, the window on my left opened loudly. All I could think of at that point was, 'Okay, so this is how I am going to die'. My eyes fell on a lone Bible lying over a table next to the window(The Catholic population being the majority there). Already petrified that I was, I could'nt help thinking, ' Ok,,they keep ready-made arrangements for dying people out here'. I carried the Bible to bed and slept throughout the night with that heavy book over my chest." Submerged Roads and Fields
Me : "Aw"
Wrik : "There's more".
Me : "Tell me tell me !!"
Wrik : "The flight to Guwahati from Calcutta took us over Bangladesh. Rai,(that's my pet name) you wont believe".
Me : "What"
Wrik : "Almost all of Bangladesh is under water".
Me : "What are you saying?"
Wrik : " From that height I could clearly see long, winding roads submerged under what appeared to be a thin carpet of water and then the road suddenly disappeared".
Me: "Now, how is that possible?"
Wrik : "Arre, it went under deeper waters"
Me : "Okay"
Wrik : "Miles and miles of paddy fields, all under water. Give me one good reason, why the people from there wont come in here."
Me : "Hah hah hah..."
Wrik : "There is not a single dog out there in the hills, you know".
Me : "That's strange; why?"
Wrik : "They eat dogs out there, not many alive to roam the streets, you see".
Me : "Hah hah...that's disgusting!!"
Wrik : "I know. They eat dogs, they eat cows, frogs, snakes almost every living creature out here is an eatable. I once told one of my juniors, who was a localite-'If Maneka Gandhi comes here, she will die of a heart-attack and what more, she will come back to attack her heart all over again".
Me : "Ha ha ha."
Wrik : "The names of people here don't seem like ordinary names, they are more like sounds"
Me : "Like?"
Wrik : "I called the waiter, while lunching at a certain restaurant and after talking to him for sometime asked him his name, something he said, which did not at all sound like a name"
Me : "What did it sound like then ?"
Wrik : "Sounded like a car coming to a screeching halt!"
Me : "Heh heh...What was his name ?"
Wrik : "Do you have a pen nearby ?"
Me : "Yes"
Wrik : "Write this name down on some paper and pronounce it for me, I'll give you anything you ask for - Zongaihawmi Hranleh"
Me : " wait...Zzzongaaaaiii...Zzzzzoooo!!"
Wrik : "You can't take so long to say it. The girl took less than two seconds to complete it, at the end of which I told myself, 'Sounded like a splash!! after someone is forcibly thrown into a swimming pool'....I ended up making a strange noise myself while desparately trying to control my laughter."
Me : "Wrik, please write a book on all your experiences, I am sure it will be one big hit. Oh and one more thing, once you come down to Calcutta, show me ALL the snaps you have taken there and tell me more stories."
Wrik : "Sure darl."
Me : "I promise to call you up once every week for the dose of laughter that you and only you can provide. Let's go for a movie this, me and Wribhu(another of my cousins) 'bout Rock On ??"
Wrik : "Done deal...just lemme know and I'll be there"
Me : "Great...See ya then...bye bye...good night"
Wrik : "Godd night."

That was my divine cousin Wrik...I promise to post more on him later....
Stay tuned....

Spread the Smile

I woke up late today, had a hasty shower, skipped breakfast and somehow left home for office. Could not catch my 9:20 a.m bus on time, did not expect to do so. The bus depot is very close to my place, so, I got up in the next bus and waited for it to leave. All the while mentally calculating the left-over permissible minutes, that we could avail to be late to office...most of it already being used up since it is the 27th of the month. Our company HR, named it 'The Umbrella Minutes'.
After getting myself a good window seat in a Euro II bus, I adjusted my FM channel in my cell phone and settled down. The bus slowly but steadily filled in and after about five minutes, left the depot.
You must be thinking, What is so unusual about all that I have written so far. Yes, you are right, nothing strange, nothing unusual. We are all so used to our surroundings and so used to the fact that everything is the same. We get up in the morning, leave our homes for work or school, then eat when it is time to eat and finally leave office to come back home and restart the same process. We seem to be stuck inside a big computer program, which has an infinite loop. We are so used to this loop repeating itself at regular intervals, that we do not even make an attempt to come out of it, thus we are forced to...ah...well sometimes.....

The bus reached Lake Gardens and slowed down due to the heavy traffic during office-hours. On the left hand side footway, there stood around ten kids, all of them street children. None of them were more than two or two and a half feet in length. Still nothing unusual you say. Well yes, the way they stood was unusual. All of them, formed a circle, holding hands, occupying quite a lot of busy walking space. They were all dressed in tattered, unclean clothes, some had half the portion of their body covered and the tiniest and the cutest of the lot....hardly three years old, did not have a thread on her body. They all stretched their hands (the smallest one had to stretch the farthest to reach the two children at her sides), a broad grin sketched on each of those faces, not a drop of worry anywhere...and a small boy walking all around them with a twig in his hand....playing some kind of a game which looked like a combination of 'ring-a-ring-a-roses' and 'i-sent-a-letter-to-my-mother'.Everyone in the bus turned around to see the spectacle and smiled at each other...forgetting all their personal tensions and worries.

I completely forgot that my cell phone was camera enabled. I wish I had a snap to post here. We call a child's smile to be the most contagious and they are the blessed few who are still out of this infinite loop.They gave many of us a reason to smile this morning. May God bless those little angels !!

Hoyto tomar e jonno...

I wished a funny wish,
Teen Bhuboner PaareA funny wish, wished I
If you wished the wish I wished
You wished the wish, wished I!!

One of my favorite songs...

Film : Teen Bhubaner Paare
Starring : Soumitro Chatterjee, Tanuja
Music : Sudhin Dasgupta

Hoyto tomar e jonno
Hoyechhi preme je bonno
Jaani tumi ononno
Aashar haath barai

Jodi kokhono ekante
Cheyechhi tomaye jante
Shuru theke shesh prante
Chhute chhute gechhi tai

Hoyto tomar e jonno ...

Ami je nijei motto
Janina tomar shorto
Jodi ba ghote onortho
Tobu o tomake chai

Hoyto tomar e ....

Ami je duronto
Du chokhe ononto
Jhhorer digonto jure, shopno chhorai

Tumi to boloni mondo
Tobu keno protibondho
Rekho na moner dondo
Shob chhere cholo jai

Hoyto tomar e jonno ...

Tere Ishq Mein...

There is something about Sufi songs, that enthralls and mesmerizes. Ever since I heard this one, I was completely in love with the lyrics, the tune and even the rendering style...

To know more on Sufism, you could visit here.

Tere ishq mein Haaye tere ishq mein
Tere ishq mein... haaye tere ishq mein..

Raakh se rookhi
Koyel se kaali
Raat kate na
Hijraan waali

Teri justjoo.. karte rahe
Marte rahe..
Tere ishq mein..
Tere roobaroo.. baithe huey...
Marte rahe...
Tere ishq mein...

Tere roobaroo...tere justjoo
Tere ishq mein..haaye..tere ishq mein..

Baadal dhuney...mausam buney
Sadiyaan gini...lamhe chuney...
Lamhe chuney...mausam buney..
Kuchh garm the..kuchh gunguney

Tere ishq mein...baadal dhuney..mausam buney...tere ishq mein..
Tere ishq mein...haaye haaye...Tere ishq mein...tere ishq mein...tere ishq mein...tere ishq mein...

Tere ishq mein...tannhaaiyyaan...tannhaaiyyaan...tere ishq mein
Humnein bahut...behlaaiyyaan...tannhaaiyyaan...tere ishq mein..

Rooh se kabhi..manvaiyaan...Tanhaiyyaan..tere ishq mein

Mujhe toh kar..koi din gaya
Mujhe chhed kar...koi shab gayi
Meine rakh li ...saari...aahatein
Kab aayi thi...shab kab gayi..

Tere ishq mein..kab din gaya...shab kab gayi..tere ishq mein..

Tere ishq mein...haaye ....haaye haaye...Tere ishq mein..tere ishq mein..tere ishq mein...tere ishq mein...

Raakh se rookhi..
Koyel se kaali
Raat kate na..
Hijraan waali..
Dil sufi yeh thaa......Hum chal diye...jahaan le chalaa...tere ishq mein..Hum chal diye...
Tere ishq mein......haaaye...tere ishq mein..”

Narkol-Shorshe Ilish

My school-time friend, Priyanka Pal has recently turned into Priyanka Saha. Her metamorphosis has enabled her to get involved in various activities which was not undertaken by her previously. Well, in this case, I am only talking about her culinary creativity.
I started cooking since high-school, took it as a passion and simply love it.
Here is, the recipe which involves a fish that every bengali is a fan of.They literally wait round the year for this time of the season, the only time when Hilsa is available in the markets.
The following recipe belongs to Priyanka, after she shared it with me, I took her permission of posting it here and off she went, "Haan Haan..."

Ingredients :Narkol Shorshe Ilish

Narkol bata (Coconut paste)
Shorshe bata (Mustard Paste)
Kaancha lonka bata (Green Chillies paste)
Holud guro (Turmeric Powder)
Laau pata (Gourd leaves)
Ilish (Hilsa)

Method :

All the above ingredients (except the Laau pata and the threads) are to be made into a paste together and applied over the pieces of ilish. The fish, coated with this marinade, needs to be kept aside for a couple of hours (the longer, the better).

Take each of the pieces of fish and apply a fresh coating of the marinade, then wrap it around with the Laau pata and tie it up with the thread.

After all the pieces are tied up, heat some mustard oil in a pan and fry the Laau pata-covered ilish on medium flame so that the fish inside the leaves gets cooked thoroughly.

Serve along with the Laau pata and Steaming rice.

Recipe courtesy : Priyanka Pal (Saha)

They Say...

Everything happens for a reason.
Days change, with every passing season.
The delicious mango, only accompanies the scorching Summer sun,
Christmas comes but once a year ; and life is not always fun.
You reap the benefits only if you work hard
Then, keep your cool, 'cause, 'Virtue is its own reward'.
'Faith will move mountains'; 'Look after number one';
'Make hay while the sun shines'; 'Easier said than done'.
'Nothing ventured, nothing gained',
And finally, 'All good things must come to an end'.

Reporting Time...!! Sad news only...Phew!

Time for some serious reporting on what's been happening in my life lately...

'Lately' ? How lately..hmm...that has to be decided upon first.

Okay, let me not think, I'll just begin typing....

The person I loved the most...My Didibhai (first cousin)....has almost gone missing since the year her getting a job in the northern part of the country and then later, her marriage.

The last time.....

  • I was'really' Happy, was a month and a half ago.
  • I went for a vacation, was two years ago.
  • Heard about someone, who IS happy...don't remember.
  • I gave a great solo performance on-stage...a year ago.
  • I chucked swimming because of my fear of drowning in a 21 feet deep swimming pool, two years ago.
  • Sketched and painted....three years ago.
  • Sat down seroiusly for singing practice....2 months ago.
  • Cooked a real tasty dish...last year September. It was 'Chicken Overseas'.
  • Decided for the nth time, that I wanted to learn driving....a month ago.
  • Thought about taking care of my diet....this morning :)

Chicken Overseas / Rediff Chicken ®

Ingredients :

Chicken - cut into small pieces
Cinamon, Cardomom and Cloves - finely ground to a powder (Garam Masala powder)
Ginger and Garlic paste (Garlic paste more in quantity)
Tomato - cut into small pieces
Onion - finely chopped
Black Pepper

For the Marinade :
To the chicken - add black pepper powder, ginger-garlic(more in qnty) paste, salt, garam masala powder, lemon juice, mix well and keep aside for a couple of hours.

Method :

Fry the chicken pieces in vegetable oil and keep separately.
Heat some oil in another pan, add into it, tomato, finely chopped onions, very little sugar, salt and cook till onions turn golden brown. Then add in the fried chicken, toss well till the chicken mixes with the other ingredients and 'Chicken Overseas' is done.