NIMNOCHAAP ( Depression !!! )

FOR THE LAST SO MANY DAYS, THE WEATHER IN THE CITY IS GLOOMY DUE TO A PROLONGED DEPRESSION IN THE BAY-OF-BENGAL CAUSING FREQUENT RAIN, WATERLOGGING AND EVEN FLOOD IN SOME AREAS OF THE STATE.

DURING THIS PAL OF GLOOM, KHUCHRO HAD PENNED DOWN THREE PIECES DEPICTING THE AFTER-EFFECTS OF SUCH A SEASON ON HIS MIND. ALL HOWEVER, MAY NOT AGREE. THE PIECES ARE ONCE AGAIN WRITTEN IN BENGALI AND COPIED BY ME & SCANNED. 

SMS Collection

Very frequently, particularly on special ocassions, festivals, we receive creative SMS from friends, relatives et al. Those may not be their own creation but mostly good to read and some are little different which I love to write down in my note-book and add to my collection. A few such SMS are reproduced below, all written in bengali script, so my non-bengali friends may be disappointed... but they can excuse me for this time. Here goes the collection....

Stranger in your house

A decade or so after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting

newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mum taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger... He was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mum would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honour them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis.

He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely ! ) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing..

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my Parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

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We just call him  TV. I really wonder what his grandkids will be like.  Answers run as following:-

He has a wife now...we call her "Computer."

Their first child is "Cell Phone."

Second child "I Pod."   Hey hey hey !

Recipe for Non-Veg Cooking

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 During the days of bachelorhood, I was very fond of spending time in the kitchen and learned to cook many Veg & Non-Veg dishes. Although after so many years of marriage I have become lazy and do not feel like entering the kitchen unless constrained to, I still fondly recollect those days when I used to cook regularly in my kitchen with my friend Arjun Behera at Mumbai. However, I consider two people as my 'Guru' in this regard, who taught me the Art of Cooking ! One virtually taught me how to light a Gas stove and hold a spatula! They are Sri Raghunath Sarkar and later on Sri Arun Kumar Saxena (who was a Master Non-veg Chef). Through this post, while furnishing some non-veg recipes, I express my sincere gratitude to both.

EXIT (The Final departure)

This is an extremely beautiful poem. But I do not know the writer. Readers may kindly excuse.

Kobiguru Rabindranath

We are celebrating the 150^th Birth Centenary of Kobiguru Rabindranath Tagore this year. This is a miniscule tribute to that monumental personality and his influences on the life of all Bengalees.

The Great Tamasha

This one is about the hustle and bustle in the Headquarters when dignitaries visit the place. The amount of time and wasteful expenditure that is incurred & at the end of the day the date of next meeting is fixed over a get-together! There are some people who always corner the attention & the glory and they are the clear winners in such meets.