I read this entry in Shikha's blog and I wanted to write a comment, but it just got too long, so I thought I'd post it.

You are wally. But then so are most Bengalis I know. Including myself. Till very recently, I too was filled with a very strong sense of Bengali pride, partly because I was perhaps a little parochial and partly because I had never ( Read more... )

Following from my last post, here is what I think about religion.

These are the definitions of Religion I found in Dictionaries:

1. a set of beliefs concerning the cause, nature, and purpose of the universe, esp. when considered as the creation of a superhuman agency or agencies, usually involving devotional and ritual observances, and often ( Read more... )

Some people make you feel horrible about yourself. All the time. All the time. You think you were trying to make a point. They think you were patronising them. When, this is how you've argued all your life with everyone. One states his point. You state yours in retaliation to what you understand his point to be. They he tells you that you're ( Read more... )

- Can someone please tell me what this is all about? 
- Its about a man. A man who lived. A man who awoke in the morning to smell fresh dew on the grass, and parried a little while, before bending down painfully to pick up the newspaper. A man who went to work his shift in a factory, who stood in an assembly line for hours ( Read more... )

The chef prepares a special menu for your delight, oh my
Tonight you fly so high up in the vanilla sky
Your life is fine, its sweet and sour
Unbearable or great
You gotta love every hour, you must appreciate
This is your time
This is your day
You've got it all
Don't blow it away

The chef prepares a special menu for your delight, oh my
Tonight you fly so high ( Read more... )

Bless them. Bless them all. Bless them to death ( Read more... )

He shifted under the oppressive weight of the burdens on his shoulders.

"The burden of desire, 
The burden of pain,
The burden of loss, 
The burden of gain..."

It should have snowed today. But the post-autumn sky had left nothing but dead leaves and a chill in the air which made all his white hair stand on end. When he walked, the breeze cut through ( Read more... )

I hate Manchester United. I hate them with this violent, animal ferocity which scares and disturbs me. I hate them more than anything I've ever hated about football. It seems strange that I should hate them so much, seeing how much I have loved this club and for how long. I haven't hated our worst rivals (Arsenal, Chelsea, Liverpool, Manchester ( Read more... )

5:20pm. Friday. 14/4/2006. Jama Masjid. New Delhi ( Read more... )

Barring certain nagging suspicions of being in suspended animation, I'm here right now and there is warmth and sunlight. I like it here. This is home. I feel at home here ( Read more... )