Sunshine Too Brief


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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.

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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

My Novella: Samosa for the Arranged Souls

Introduction & Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapters 3, 4 & 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 continues

Chapter 7 & Epilogue

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    Ideology of a Cat

    Why humans like cats -
    Consider the situation. There you are, forehead like a set of balconies, worrying about the long-term effects of all this new 'fire' stuff on the environment, you're being chased and eaten by most of the planet's large animals, and suddenly tiny versions of one of the worst of them wanders into the cave and starts to purr.
    -- (from The Unadulterated Cat, a book I am unable find anywhere, by Terry Pratchett)

    Here is the problem. Humans dont really understand cats. Specially the people sitting in their airconditioned-cat-free-rooms-with leather chairs, designing toys and accessories for cats, who are to put it bluntly- blithering IDIOTS because these things are bloody well not meant for any real cat. Its incredible how you get suckered in with the pictures of happy animated cats and claims of 'keeping your cat occupied for hours'. Hours my foot. These people won't know a real cat if it bit them on their pudgy noses.
    Real cats (Tusch increasingly showing signs of being one), don't chew on stuffed cotton mice or chase bells or scratch a designatied inexpensive cardboard box/carpet piece or eat their own food or even sleep in their own bed.
    They are happy gumming leaves/wires/really thick X-Box controller wires, chasing sticks, stratching the most expensive piece of furniture in the room, running through old boxes, nibbling on anything laid out on the table/countertop or dropped on the floor and claiming your pillows as their royal cushions to lay around 12 hours a day.

    I've come to realize it too late. Now if I add up the cost for the great number of toys, scratchposts, beds etc I have bought for my cat over a year period, I would have been able to support two little kids and their entire army of relatives over in the Third World.
    'Zut'* makers-of-stuff-for-cats! Well, no more toys.
    The only thing they got right from the commercials are the purring and the head-butting that cats do, affectionately ofcourse. What missing is the biting :D
    Also, as Pratchett puts it, real cats don't need names. But they often get called them. "Yaargeroffoutofityarbastard" does nicely. It's an interesting fact that fewer than 17 % of Real cats end their lives with the same name they started with. Much family effort goes into selecting one at the start ("She looks like a Winnifred to me"), and the as the years roll by it suddenly finds itself being called Meepo or Ratbag...(or Tushie, Tushpush, Kutush lol).
    Oh and for those already busy thinking of what to get me for Eid/Valentines/your own birthday/my birthday/and just because, this post should be hint enough :D . Wuv you.

    *'Zut' is supposed to be a French exclamation, meaning Damn or "drop dead" and my swear word for 2005.


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