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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    Thursday

    Chair and a Poem


    - Another 'message' from a 'chair'

    - Last 'written' poem of Tagore:

    The sun of the primal dawn
    Had asked
    Of the new creation of the eternal
    Who are you--
    He had no reply.

    Eons went by,
    The last sun of the day's ending
    Asked his last question
    At the end of the western seas
    In the silent evening,
    Who are you--
    There was no reply.

    - Translated again by Dipak Mazumdar in 'A Poet's Death'

    posted by Tazzy at  
    Thursday, November 06, 2008

    1 responses

    1 Comments:

    At 12:22 p.m., November 07, 2008, Blogger F.S.Kabir said...

    ok this just saddens me - after all that, he realizes that there was no answer? that was his revelation, 80+ years of life, accomplishments BEYOND comprehension, numerous lives touched for generations to come...and he feels like this on his deathbed?:(

    amaar ki hope tahole!?

     

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