Seven more days, and I am going home.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
I have been reading a bit. Good, bad, downright trash. (Ruskin Bond, A Suitable Boy, Hunger Games... Fifty Shades?) Gives me something to do, really, instead of focusing all my energy on harping on and on about being looonely, and being saaaad, and being whiiiiiiiny. Seriously, enough with the whining!
Apart from reading, I have been eating out a lot. Visited Goa Bhawan (Niwas?), had good chicken peri-peri, pork vindaloo, steaming fresh buns... and a dicey dessert called dodol. Went to Banga Bhawan, and had mutton kabiraaji, luchi, mutton kosha, aloor dom, cholaar daal, roshogolla, ityadi. Yum. Panda Wok, as usual, was brilliant. Sauntered by the Czech Embassy, gawked at the huge fishes in Bangla Sahib, refused to climb up and down the stairs at Agrasen ki Baoli, rode home in an auto with a huge bean bag that threatened to suffocate the two of us. Spent one rainy evening in high spirits, with whiskey and peyaaji. Found a choper dokaan, and stuffed myself to the gills. Rambling, this is. But it did rain. And there is a cake shop. With chocolate layers that are sinful.
I will try to write about something else next time. Not food.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
I hate arguments. I hate it when you apply your pretty little heads and come up with conflicting theories on everything that goes on in this world. I hate opinions. I hate the strong, and I don’t pity the weak. How does it feel to have your voice drown out all the others? In the survival of the fittest, there’s nobody left to be beautiful.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Dadu, I miss you. The last time I saw you, you did not recognise me. Your eyes were dim, you had forgotten how to speak. Shrunken and silent, you were not the grandfather I had known for twenty-four years. I prayed to God that you find relief from this pain as soon as possible. I am happy that He listened to me. I am happy that you are now ensconced in a safe, secret and beautiful place. The world will never see someone as gentle, kind and loving as you ever again. Here I am, sitting in office, while everyone who loved you has been mourning for you since last night. A terrible pain clutches at my heart as I type out this letter for you. Am I letting you down? It is so hard being away from loved ones.
Remember me as that little girl who walked around pretty little parks with you, listening to your tales about an idyllic world of fishing boats and nets.
Rest in peace, Dadu. I love you.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
SO. I have started growing up, and getting fatter. I sit at my desk for anything between 7-14 hours and keep putting on weight. Hopefully, the fourteen hour days are at an end. Next, I have discovered the joys of cooking. As a beginner I have religiously followed recipes borrowed from here and there, but mostly dictated by Ma over the phone. It began with bhaat, dal, khichuri. I graduated to vegetables soon after. I learnt to cook dhyarosh first, followed by cauliflower, brinjals, lau, cabbage. Very basic stuff. Then came chilli-chicken (pucca Bangali, see?). Yesterday, thanks to a Nigella Lawson recipe(via a colleague because dear people, I don't even remember what a television set looks like), I made an impromptu chicken casserole with sweet potatoes, broccoli, carrots, onions, cream, oranges, salt-pepper-butter-oregano and some more salt-pepper-butter-oregano. It turned out perfectl, with a little help from my friends. I know for a fact that I would have never ventured into the kitchen in Calcutta to cook an entire meal for myself or others. For now I shall work hard, cook much, and get fatter.
So, yeah. I am happy. :)
So, yeah. I am happy. :)