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.

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

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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    Year planner

    Having mentioned the best thing to happen in 2005, i.e. Irfan, here a list of things I plan to make happen in 2006,



    Painting a picture

    Considering its common in most large cities, it was only a matter of time before Toronto saw the murder of a young girl along with others being shot in the middle of a busy street during a shopping spree

    These kids in these gangs.... what were they thinking?
    that when they walk into a crowded street and start shooting at each other, that it is a game? that they are in a movie? that by-standers won't get hurt? or do they think its not real blood that comes out when you shoot?
    What's even sadder is that all 15 people involved would probably turn out to be young offenders with previously wiped out records, a lot of whom will never get caught.
    No one will come forth with information. Not when 'it's like snitching out on a friend'.
    Ofcourse there are people out there who know who these people are.
    Fifteen kids will have been kind of hard to miss. Not to mention their family and friends who are only hurting them by keeping them safe.
    But then obviously these kids are not inhuman- they must know what they have done. But do they realize the extent of their action. Or is it just 'some girl dying' for them?
    One good way I think, would be appeal to their humanity.
    Put up pictures and details of the the girl who died along with people who got shot at on one daily newspaper. Just one is enough. Its not insensitive- not when it can help with the investigation. If it was my kid or me I'd have no problem. I would want them to know exactly how they have ruined my family's life.
    Even if one of these kids feel guilty after seeing the pictures and come forth it would be enough.
    Maybe some family/friend/neighbours would stop protecting these criminals as well or stop being afraid of them and get to the police with some information to help in their capture.
    Its about time, idiots with too much testosterone for their bored lives, stopped getting away with senseless murder.


    Thinking back on a year

    Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
    Six Hundred Minutes
    How Do You Measure - Measure A Year?
    In Daylights - In Sunsets
    In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee
    In Inches - In Miles
    In Laughter - In Strife
    In - Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
    Six Hundred Minutes
    How Do You Measure a Year In The Life?
    Measure In Love
    It's Time Now - To Sing Out
    Tho' the Story Never Ends
    Let's Celebrate
    Remember A Year In The Life Of Friends
    Remember The Love
    Measure In Love
    Seasons Of Love

    - From the Soundtrack of the musical 'Rent'

    In white and red

    In letting us spike your hair

    You made my year, Irfan :D


    Merry Christmas

    A very Merry Christmas






    the Snow Aunty!

    Constructed with loving care on a snowy afternoon.


    Poem: Return home

    Return Home
    by Jibonanondo Das
    When I return to the banks of the Dhansiri, to this Bengal,
    Not as a man, perhaps, but as a salik bird or white hawk.
    As a dawn crow in this land of autumn's new rice harvest,
    I'll float upon the breast of fog one day in the shade of a jackfruit tree.
    Or I'll be some young girl's pet duck, ankle bells upon her reddened feet
    I'll spend the day floating on duckweed-scented waters.
    When again I come, smitten by Bengal's rivers and fields, to this
    Green and kindly land, Bengal, moistened by the Jalangi river's waves;
    Perhaps I'll watch the buzzards soar on sunset's breeze,
    Or listen to a spotted owl screeching from a simul tree branch,
    A child scatters puffed rice upon the grass of some home's courtyard.
    On the Rupsa river's murky waters a youth perhaps steers his boat
    Its torn white sail reddish clouds scud by, and in the darkness,
    Coming to their nest, I shall see white herons
    Among them all is where you'll find me.
    (Translation of one of my my favourite Bengali poems, in memory of the Independence day of Bangladesh tomorrow, December 16th)


    Its Christmas in Canada

    On the 1st week of christmas elections we have been promised-
    The GST cut
    The increased child support
    And now the tax relief for small businesses

    I hope you won't stop there Stevie dear.
    How about promises that we could really sink our teeth into, promises that would marvelously hit us over the head and propel our digits towards the Bushist Conservatives?
    Look here, I've listed some to help you win over the voters demographically most likely to vote Liberal eh? And wWe know how difficult it is for you to ooze cheer. So I've even added a seasonal twist to it to ease the delivery for you.

    (Note to readers: Its more fun to sing this part. Come on. Sing with me...just like me...out of tune....)

    On the 2nd week of the elections Harpie promised me
    Free icecream every thursday
    Why thursday? just 'cause
    Tax break for makeup purchases
    Tax free RRSP withdrawls (or $1000 rebate cheque)
    For turning thir-tee

    On the 3rd week of elections Harpie promised me
    Free chocolates for a week every month
    Why? we need it. p-e-r-i-o-d
    Window offices across canada
    And Tax deductable rentals for high hee-eeels

    On the 4th week of elections Harpie promised me
    The 'perfect man'
    Thats' not Martin
    A three year maternity
    And a butterscotch candy
    (just for showing up at the booths)


    You get the idea.
    Feel free to add your own ideas for our slanty eyed contestant.
    The best entry wins.....a BIG plaque with my picture on it that says ...
    in very small writing:
    'Most likely to replace Tazzy on A Sunshine Too Brief'

    For more (unchanged) info on the all of our contestants that we had already checked out 18 months ago click here