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

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    Dear Blog,

    How horribly lazy I've been about keeping this blog updated!
    True that it's not a journal for me(meaning I'm not using my keyboard/pen as a knife to plunge into the rotting corpse that is life), but since nothing seemed to have gotten me chuckling lately , except maybe Sim making gaga eyes at Sanjay Dutt (some Bollywood actor) over in Bangladesh, I'm here to report my daily activities.

    So what's been happening?
    well, I'm trying to overcome my fear of sidewalks.
    Last time(thursday) I trekked to work, the sidewalk came up to meet my solid ass, throwing my tailbone out of gear.
    Result: The one block to the bus stop has now become the path to Mordor for me.
    If you happen to be driving on Eglington Ave lately, you might notice the pudgy girl in mismatched gloves(I've lost four pairs already) walking on the street/around lamppost/gardens/over parked cars -anywhere but the sidewalk.
    The only positive thing that came out of the whole nuisance concerns my fridge.
    Its full.
    More full than it has been since I moved in I'm sure.
    I'm taking full advantage of the eastern sensibilities of my loving family. :)
    Even my sister came down from the fluffy clouds that is 'marital bliss in boonieville' to bake some chicken for me on sunday. My brother-in-law came with her and is planning to take away one of my paintings by force. A weirdo that one.

    Once I stopped walking in a hunch, I went to see a movie. By myself.
    Why? Two reasons- no one I know wanted to watch this sad movie(Hotel Rwanda, yes it was VERY sad) and I on the other hand, didn't want to watch another concerned face every time I winced while sitting down.
    I'm glad I was by myself crying my brains out.
    I won't go further with reviewing the movie, you'll need to see it to feel what I felt walking out of the theatre with my heart in my gut.

    Nyway, moving to selfishly happy events- going to the Raghav concert at the Docks Friday night. Not my usual kind of music - but then I don't have restrictive ears. The guy is SOOOOOOOOO CUTE too; filled with self-importance but cute.

    Tonight: Salsa class. Hope the salsa-gods are with me tonight and I won't get stuck with Sandpaper-Hands-Pervy as a partner for the whole class. Please please pleast let it be Cole- the tall dreamy Indian guy.
    Did I mention how much I'm crushing on him? I'm sure I did.
    *wondering if he is reading this*

    Right. Back to PubMed-ing "effort in fMRI".
    Gawd I realized recently just how insane it is to describe what I do to non-Imaging person.


    Recipe for A Disaster


    1 rainy day
    1 old friend in town
    1 cup rice
    4 cups cooked spaghetti
    3 slabs of chicken breasts
    1 small pkg of minced meat
    3 eggs
    1 can cream of mushroom soup
    1/2 tomato
    2 small onions
    1 small green chili
    2 tsp garlic/ginger
    1 tbl grated Parmesan
    1 incompetent cook on a time crunch
    1 clogged sink
    Salt and black pepper to taste

    - Don't plan the menu
    - Randomly start with the pasta dish
    - Cut up chicken breast into pieces and saute in oil. Add tomatoes and soup. Keep stirring, mix in the grated cheese
    - While planning to pour the chicken Parmesan sauce over the cooked spaghetti, pour the spaghetti in the sauce and make a gooey mess
    - Abandon pasta and start on the brilliant plan of changing the menu to Rice, Egg curry and Kabab
    - Shamelessly cook rice in the rice cooker
    - Let the mince meat defrost as you let two eggs boil in water
    - Foolishly think eggs are hard boiled and remove from heat
    - Peel the eggs in haphazard fashion so that it starts to resemble a cauliflower and you can see that the egg is DEFINITELY not hard boiled
    - Think 21st century and break an egg in the microwave egg cooker and cook for 40 seconds
    - Realize that the traitorous egg has scrambled
    - Don't Panic
    - Place the other soft boiled egg in a dish and microwave for 10 seconds
    - Take the egg out and poke to check firmness
    - Wait for the EGG to EXPLODE in your face and all over the kitchen
    - Accept all future stereotypical comments of "Oh gawd you can't even boil an egg or rice for that matter. What else can you expect for a desi girl in the west!"
    - Rejoice in the cooperation of the minced meat mixed with chopped onions and green chilies
    - Bring out the packaged kebob spices and mix well with the meat
    - Make flat round shapes of kabab and deep fry
    - In the midst of realizing that the kitchen sink has clogged, try to spice up the bland dish of rice into a Biryani
    - With 5 minutes left till the arrival of your guest, quickly caramelize the rest of the chopped onions and add the bland rice. Stir to further mush-up the rice.
    - While no one is watching, add a dash of Shan Biryani Spice to the rice. Mix.
    - Garnish with one really understanding friend who has not only brought diet coke but yummy-better-than-sex-chocolate-decedent-cake (Thanks Sadiya)
    - Enjoy the left-overs from your Disaster because you know the dessert always makes up for everything.



    Shouldn't it be time for these?
    Well if you happen to be in New Zealand, you lucky dawg, it would be.


    Late bloomer

    I have succumbed.
    I tried to stop myself, but my eyes couldn't take it anymore.
    I had to change the 'look' of the blog. This is me we are talking about- I change my desktop every week and much rather have soda crackers over having the same lunch twice in a row- I can't have the same 'look' for 9 months!
    So I taught myself 'html'.
    So what if it took me a week to change the template.....its still 'html' damn it.
    Bah what a big deal the comp sci geeks make of it too!
    Baking is harder than this.
    I would hv done it in an hour too if I wasn't distracted with finding the right cloud picture, among other things like getting a tumour removed.
    Next: violin lessons.
    Or is it Karate?