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I'm a self-absorbed Bengali-Torontonian; Fish comes to me raw, wrappend in seaweed, not cooked in curry; I love watching thunderstorms and rain; Sad endings make more sense to me than happy ones; I hate empty walls.
In the News
Craving of the week- Dark Chocolate
Reading List- Midnight's Children
Movie review(out of 5)- 127 hours- *****
Buried- ****
That Girl in Yellow Boots- **
Love of the week- Seeing James Franco
Aim for the weekend- Watch 'Going Postal' The Movie
Lord, my friend does not wear a burkha
She says, those who are faithful
They never look at a woman with evil eyes
They gaze only with Allah's pure eyes
Only the lechers and unfaithful shout for burkha.
Let Allah put a blindfold on their impure sight.
What is your judgment?
Look, the tailor eagerly waits your answer
Crafty business plans: he waits with scissors and cloth
Waiting to turn on the sewing machine at your order.
Think it over, not bad-- this idea of mine
Men wearing sharp clothes, all the airs
Even a prayer cap.
But the imbecile walks with a black blindfold
In the streets, not a burkha in sight
But people easily see
Who is the lecher and who is the faithful.
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