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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    I only realized today that I've been writing this blog for 4 years, 1 month and 14 days now!

    My writing hasn't improved at all, has it?

    Anyway, I was under the impression that it has been, oh I don't know, 2-3 years.

    Feeling like a bit of a loser now- I had set out so many goals and have accomplished so little it seems. On the upside, blogging was supposed to have been a fad for me like IRC, ICQ, Paltalk, Orkut and now Facebook. But this definitely has lasting power. I guess it IS my new journal ..only totaly public. "Hello! potential/future employers!" (Oh yeah, it has happened)

    I have never done this before but now I'm curious. I've been wondering who else, besides my friends Simika and Hena, has stuck through from the beginning of this blog? I'll allow anonymous comments for this post- so please introduce yourself and if you feel like it, tell me how long you've been following my crazy antics! I would love to find out. There's one reader from Australia who's been showing up for years now on my tracker - who ever you are 'please comment'! :D

    oh..erm....and in an effort to improve my style, my midyear resolution is to write posts/emails/text messages without faces, smiley/sarcastic/winky/disgust or otherwise.
    Feel free to point it out when I slip up (this one doesn't count of course)



    I love

    (To get away from how miserable and sulky I've been, here's a random list of things I love)

    I love

    the smell of rain,

    the song 'Bhalobashbo re' by Habib,

    friends who let you bitch and don't think anything of it,

    re-reading my favourite books,

    my baby nephew when he leans on me,

    the first sip of coffee for the day,

    my worn out, red, dancing shoes,

    watching a movie with chips and cheese salsa,

    my brother's random jokes,

    my mom's touch,

    sharing a late night dessert,

    my cat jumping on the couch to snuggle up,

    sunrays sparkling off waves,

    martinis with gummy bears in it,

    discovering new things to read,



    Yes you should be scared to turn 30...

    Proofs that the age 30 turns a woman into a vain, obsessive and senile creature she barely recognizes-

    - She is convinced that her hair and skin are losing lustre and every day brings in a new wrinkle around her eye.

    - She purchases expensive eye cream, to counteract the said wrinkles, only to learn half a bottle later that eye creams are completely unnecessary and in fact can cause dark circles to form under the eye from the skin not getting enough oxygen.

    - When she stumbles onto a new witty blog written by a young woman, she most often nods away in agreement over all the bits about finding a career, love and maintaining sanity in a relationship. Down a few posts into the archives, she runs into the part where the blogger, rightfully, complains about the curse of being 25 & then promptly lose interest in the new blog.

    - While waiting around in rush hour traffic and checking the mirror for makeup status, she finds a gray hair and groans. Against all the wisdom she plucks it, flicks it out the window and steps on the gas, only to have the same hair fly back inside the car and wrap around her wrist. Then proceeds to have a mini panic attack sitting in the car.

    - She worries about her eggs constantly, visualizes them wrinkled and filled with mutated genes, thus lowering her chances of ever having a normal kid should she ever find a guy to have a kid with.

    - Immediately following this thought she berates herself because the said fascination with parenthood might force her to 'settle down' some day with some random balding, pot bellied, gentle, uninteresting, stable guy with a proper job- just because he'd make a great dad to her future kids. That is NOT an option.

    - While wasting time with another online quiz, she runs into the question about "what she would take to a deserted island" and is surprised to find that Studio Finish Mac Foundation Compact isn't one of the options.

    - Being asked out by young-er guys stops being a compliment to her youthful looks and turns into a source of annoyance.

    - She becomes quite positive that, she has heard her girlfriends say "You look pretty today" at least 30 times less since she turned 30. She is near whining to them about it and halts just in time to remember that she has great friends and a lot of them have crossed 30 already. It will just be horribly mean on her part to remind them.

    - Instead of wishing she was younger, she begins to wish for good sense to return or failing that, a quick death just so she can leave behind a young looking corpse that might inspire others to say,"Oh, how young she was and with so much potential" at her funeral.

    That's a 30 year old woman when her entire life has turned upside down.



    Proof that skinny jeans should be outlawed for women!

    Skinny jeans are for girls only!
    If it can make a tall hot woman like Charlize Theron look fat, there's no hope for the rest of us regular short curvy folks.
    And ditto to the corsette top :( and here I thought I could pull it off one day, provided I find one that fits ! Fat chance (pun intended)