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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    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.


    At 11:51 p.m., February 24, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

    glad to have made u chuckle :P i have to say ur blog cracks me up these days !:) hope ur cole notices ur crush and reciprocates! life's so boring here *sigh* EMAIL me

    At 11:52 p.m., February 24, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

    oh that was me :) simika


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