When you want something, the entire universe conspires in helping you achieve it – Paulo Coelho
Ever since my schooldays I have loved October. To me it meant the end of my second terminal examinations, a thing which I used to do better than I supposedly do now in college. I wasn’t really that afraid of the papers – I enjoyed it. The weather was better, afternoons less hot and I could laze around the house reading, watching TV or just day dreaming, counting days left until Pujo and talking to myself while others slept. There was not much to do. I used to look forward to the Pujo edition of Graphiti which used to come with The Telegraph. Stories of old, doodles by Biplab Deb and amusing myself with the repartee of the columnists. Derek still used to maintain his quizzing column with occasional questions from his father’s DI Quiz. Pujo for Bengalis is not only restricted to devotion – it’s an amalgamation of spending days shopping when even the most serious and easily irritable Baba left his newspaper or sports to lend his decision (and open his wallet) on the quality and showed his bargaining prowess (which until then was a quality only accorded to the missus of the house), of being carefree and given the freedom to stay until 8 at night, of being given an allowance for Pujo, of binge eating on golgappas, ice creams, chats, chowmein and not being scolded for it. To some it also meant trying to find that someone special in the crowds of the pandal and spending hours dreaming. It was when the word crush just meant a physical activity and infatuation was yet to come into my vocabulary. The disappointment was never to last long – there were many pandals, many hopes, many stories yet to be written. Bengalis have humanized their favourite deity – goddess Durga and is worshipped as much as demon-slayer, bringer of justice as a daughter returning to her home, Earth with her children, their mama bari. To me it also represented a time when social networks were yet to pervade our lives and special Pujo ads meant for a specific demographic didn’t attract FIRs as it does now. So much for being connected! Continue reading Ye Jo Khushi
The year is coming to a close and it suddenly dawned upon me that I have been seriously negligent towards my blog. At the beginning of the 2017, I had taken up a resolution – More blog posts and more reading and writing. Sigh!
Seldom has any resolution of mine made its way past January. I am very at it.
But I don’t really have anything to post here. So much for writing. Meh! After going through my computer, I came across some of the images I have taken over the past month. I have this tendency of taking photos of whatever catches my eye. There isn’t a single one of me though. I don’t generally boast of my skills (not that I have any except being the sole maintainer of my blog). I thought that I could do something worthwhile with these. Quick and easy way out. Continue reading A Random Assortment of Images Part 1
Food. Drama. Pressure and Food. In one word it is Masterchef. I have been following Masterchef episodes ever since mid-2011. 3 years down the line and I am still in awe with this incredible and so creative reality show.
I remember that back in 2011 I was starting my gradual switch to English Channels and was just looking for soap or a reality show to cater my needs. Now all the soaps back then were a bit too high for my poor grasping English skills owing to the fast paced US spoken English. Subtitles did not yet accompany the shows shown for the Indian audiences. So as expected my concentration gradually waned after 5 or 10 minutes of watching FRIENDS, Big Bang Theory, et cetera. I was a complete noob back then. Ignorant and so raw. Another reason which prevented me from completing even a single half-an-hour episode was due to the intimate scenes shown. Now, now you must be thinking that what a stupid and idiot I was 3 years ago. But hey wait! Pause a little. Indian society is still not yet developed to handle such scenarios. It is a hush-hush matter meant to be kept private. So PDA is complete taboo here. Now with my parents and grandma around in the same room and me watching such scenes throws a complete embarrassing and awkward situation to deal with. Nobody would say anything but it will surely throw you off your comfort level the next time you try to watch such a show. Continue reading Oh Masterchef!