Shobboshaachi theke

mene shoto baadha tiktiki hnaachi
tiki dnaari niye aajo bneche aachhi
bnaachitey bnaachitey praye moriyachhi
ebaar ekta kichhu daao haate
ekbaar to more bnaachi

yes of course there's sthg about

the evening rains...I do not know how to make it to office tomorrow if it continues to pour like this...and I cant bunk office tomorrow....

there is something about

evening rains. torrential downpour(exaggerated,but only slightly) from about 5-ish...already water-logged lane....



i spent a very long time at the balcony today....first,waiting for the rain and then,watching the rain...



i love to look at the evening sky..... my name means the golden rays(specially the ones with the vermillion tinge) of the sun...i just love to see myself there....

Sunday lunch...

...rocks!!!



Today's menu:

1. Bhaat(Steamed Rice.Served hot.)
2. Shukto(Bengali delicacy...a dish that has karela in it and still doesnt taste bitter...Oh Calcuta doesnt serve it okay!!)
3. Daal
4. Paneer Pasinda(I had two of them....yummmm they were!)
5. Rui maachher jhaal(The Bengali ishtyle gravy preparation of Labeo rohita.Perfected)
6. Paabda shorshe(Ompok pabda finished with mustard sauce and Trigonella foenum-graecum(methi) leaves)
7. Aamer chutney(Mango chutney - I did not have it)
8. Papad
9. Roshogolla(very soft they were...but I was so full that I could have only one...bhua bhua bhua)
10. Amul's mishti doi(dint have this either)
11. Paan(My tongue is still red!!!)

Exotic!Too good!

How was yesterday?

Good.R created this space for me...blogspace i mean..

Better.Clicked a lot of pics.I have a few of them in my inbox already.

Best.R said a lot of good things about me.

Bad.It is pathetically hot and humid outside.Yes,sultry is the word.

Worse.There's no place in the city that we can visit.

Worst.My assignment remains unfinished.

Who knows what Anything means?

Decide not to finish that poem.
Start a new poem on that same piece of paper.
Take out a map of your hometown
And consider all the places you haven't yet been to.


A lock of hair : a desert,a mountain range.
If only that lock of hair had been some other colour.

On hindsight...

All I can think about is this water,and the appendages of words,and how they both reach down,extending their arms to the ground,into my invaginated heart,vanishing and me writing...

There is reality and there are dreams;and there is another reality as well.

Aah!What is "water" in your language?