tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38720449872799565312026-06-16T16:37:00.143+05:30Opinion(s)and general 'Gyan' on just about everything! Emotional,cheesy, random, cluttered but generally happy :)Meghpeonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591868645125124983noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872044987279956531.post-91543107037063467612014-05-25T01:48:00.001+05:302014-05-25T01:50:29.892+05:30

Hello people! I have a new WordPress blog now and the contents and comments of this blog has been transferred there. So now you can catch me scribbling my thoughts and venting my anger or just sharing my views about the world on my new blog - http://thebiggestbongtheory.wordpress.com/ All my readers of this blog, even if only the numbers are few, please do pay a visit and share your comments

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Long back I had done a post about pictures which generally make me happy. Its Part II time and while this has nothing to do with writer's block, it is definitely something relating to things which have kept me going in the past few weeks when I have missed home like never before. Why? Well, there are times when you want to be with your near and dear ones and this was one such time :) So

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I am yet to come to terms with NRI life and NRI gossip. A few years ago a Bengali movie called "The Bong Connection" had provided quite a sneak peek into the NRI bong's life where the only thing they discuss is fish, Kolkata and gold jewellery. In case you do not know, half of the world's economic crisis will be solved if all the gold stashed into the average Bengali's bank locker is liquidated

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প্রায় অনেকদিন বাদে ইচ্ছে হল আমার এই গালগল্পের পাতাটা আবার একটু নেড়েচেড়ে দেখি। তার কারণ যে এক্কেবারে নেই তা নয়। কিছুদিন আগে আমি একট অভিজ্ঞতা সঞ্চয়/জোড়দার করলাম- যে কিছু লোক এমন আছে যারা দুনিয়ারাজ্যের যেখান এই থাকুন না কেন, গুল মারতে এদের জুড়ি মেলা ভার। কি ভাবছেন তো যে এ তো আকছাড়ই ঘটে, বিশেষ করে বঙ্গ সমাজে যেখানে আপনি মস্ত বড় বাজারের থলি নিয়ে বাড়ি ফিরছেন তো ওমনি পড়শির চোখ টাটাবে। কথায় আছে "বাঙালি

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পিএনপিসি পর্ব ২ যারা আগের পর্বটা পড়েছেন তারা জানেন যে এ হচ্ছে অনলাইন গাঁজাখুরির আরেক নাম। পিএনপিসি যে কি লোমহর্ষক জিনিস সে ব্যাপারে তো আগি বলেছি। তাই বেশী গৌরচন্দ্রিকা না করে সোজা কথায় আসি। এই পর্বের গপ্পোটা হয়তো আমাদের অনেকের চেনা কারণ আমরা যারা সুন্দরী পাড়াতুতো দিদিদের প্রেমকাহীনি নিয়ে এককালে মস্ত লোপ্পা ক্যাচ ক্যাচ খেলতাম, তাদের কাছে এ গল্পের বিষয়বস্তু নেহাতই আমড়াগাছি। ও, আর আগেভাগে

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পিএনপিসি- পর্ব ১ বাঙালির অতি প্রিয় টাইমপাস। সেখানে কে কার মাসি আর কে কার পিসি। বলতে গেলে শাহরুখ আর পিসি র প্রেম কাহিনীর হাল হকিকত নির্ভুল ভাবে পঞ্জিকামতে আপনাকে জানাতে পারে একমাত্র পিএনপিসি। স্থান, কাল, পাত্র বিবেচ্য নয়। সঙ্গে ফুলুরি আর মুড়ি হলে মন্দ হয়না। আর চা। সাথে টায়ের ব্যাবস্থায় লুচি ছোলার ডাল থাকলে ব্যাপারটা জমে বেশ। আমার ব্লগে অবশ্য আমি আগে বিস্তর পিএনপিসি করেছি। সে আবার নতুন কি?

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A week back most of us were busy making lists. It was the time of "New Year celebrations" and making a to do list for the upcoming year is the cliche which has remained in fashion always. But how many of us actually fulfill all that is called "resolutions"? I do not and that is the sole reason I do not make "New year to do list".  It was all hunky dory till that time until yesterday when

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It is often told that Bengalis find expression for all their emotional travelogues (Calcutta to Howrah!) in Tagore's songs. That Dadu has given words for all our emotions, upheavals and more is something I dare not debate. As a quintessential Bengali, I very well know the effect "Aaj Jyotsna Rate Sobai Geche Boney" coupled with "Old Monk" had on my friendly neighbourhood dada- umm, let's call

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Ours was an arranged marriage. Or that is how the society prefers to call it. If you ask me, I am yet to understand the difference between a 'love marriage' and an 'arranged marriage'. Can a  marriage survive without love, is a much debated question. The naysayers opine that marriage is the end of all the romance. Well! I married early in life. I was 23. But that does not mean I did not

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My upbringing in a middle class South Calcutta household taught me certain things....among them was the fact that 'good girls do not smoke and party'. All my life I tried to be the proverbial good girl. However, I am also a fan of the Aparna Sen or Helen kind of beauties, the modern and 'dakshaitey'(sorry I cannot translate that!) beauty in every sense of the word. The one who had no qualms

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The very first thing every year I do after I get hold of the calendar (the Roman and the Bengali one, both) is to check the Durga Pujo dates. You may call it a habit, a glimpse of joy or a routine...anything. But I am sure that I am not the only one. Bengalis are by birth emotional and the degree attached to my idiosyncrasies is wee bit more. I am the kind who would cry silently in the bathroom

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I have to agree that this year in Germany will remain special for me. Just for the fact that it has helped me reconnect with many things I loved once, moments long lost and forgotten, friends with whom I always thought of talking but kept on delaying about the chance encounter bit- everything! Now coming back to the part of reconnecting, I think 'Youtube" has been my godsend gift. Imagine this.

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"It is not Rono". Sheila's words momentarily comforted Rajita. But in her heart she knew that the unrest was yet to die down. It was almost 1:00 AM in the night and Rono, better known as Ronojoy Gupta among his colleagues, was missing for the last 72 hours. This was he second day in a stretch that Rajita was hopping around from one hospital to another along with a bunch of friends in this

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I am catching up on lots of things these days. And one of them was a fad about dating a girl who apparently read, travelled and what not...there was one on Biriyani also. Needless to say, the foodie in me said the most thumping 'aye' to that one! But I was surprised to find that nobody had written about dating a girl who knew her 'phuchka' well, very well. And so, I decided to write one. My ode

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I have been watching the election circus which will soon be telecast live in our drawing rooms, with as much interest as any other ordinary Indian of my age. To put the record straight, I have a habit of reading up stuff. I read up the newspapers and I am in the loop. But I am simply disinterested! Why? because it is all the same. The mumbo jumbo that goes on every 5 years. Every time there is

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I have been off from the blog for sometime and there are not plausible explanations probably. The relocation and the settling down here bit took a little toll. But right now I am all set :) First thing first, I am in love with Europe! it's open air cafes, rich history, people, cultural canvas and food! The last one- umm! may be! I am a Bong who swears by her rice and fish or chicken curry! A '

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There was time when the deepest expressions of my existence found oblivion through my words. there was a time when I used to write reams. Writing was my only purgasion! I was young, fluid and dreamy eyed. I am little older, worldly wise and lot less dreamy eyed these days. And the words seem to have left me for an oblivion of their own! I do not know what to say. "Amar swopno shotti

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This is not a post. However, I felt that this was probably the best way to pay a tribute to him. I will not pretend and say that I had not criticised him. I had, in fact, conveyed often that he was overdoing things. He was losing the subtlety he was known for. May be I am still not mature enough to understand the way he perceoived a last few of his works. But this is not about that. I never

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টুকরো ছবি ১ “তাহলে প্রিয়গোপাল বিষয়ী থেকেই কিনছিস তো বেনারসীটা?” সেক্টর ফাইভ লাগোয়া সিসিডী তে বসে দুই বান্ধবির কথোপকথন তা অনেকক্ষন ধরে শুনছিল অনিন্দ্য। পথচলতি পিএনপিসি, আসছে অগ্রহায়ণে বিয়ের শপিং, সোনার বাজার দরের ওঠানামা, কোন বান্ধবী সবছেয়ে জম্পেশ বর পাকড়াও করেছে থেকে কোথায় হানিমুনে যাওয়া যায়- সবই সেই আলচোনার অংশ। কাছাকাছি কোন বহুজাতিক তথ্যপ্রযুক্তি সংস্থার কর্মী দুজনেই সেটা

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I watched Goynar Baksho today. Obviously! it's poila boishakh tomorrow and since the urban bengali's 'bangaliana' is tested by allegiance to two things nowadays- 'durga pujo' and 'poila boishakh'..I could not resist catching the 'noboborsho' release with my family. Of course the trappings of the corporate life has made the bhodrolok celebrate new year a day earlier on Sunday since Monday will

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There was a time in all our lives when we were naive. And young....and stupid! My mother often told me about the rose tinted glasses that we often wore while seeing the world around us when we are young. Don't know about the mushy red rose or the humble white one, but I do wear hose tinted glasses.. I still 'do' :) I am known as the pretty 'romantic' types...and that's where the significance

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 Since it's almost that time of the year- Part 1! I am not so eager to part with my 'newly married' or 'notun bou' tag just now but 'times'- they keep rolling and it's almost that time of the year again. The memories of the butterflies of the impending celebrations and anxiety of the big day are back again....almost a year later......1 whole year since 11 December 2011 when 'we' got

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"Have you seen the Taj before?" Amit asked Deboshree while staring at the white monument termed as the symbol of eternal love by everyone alike.                                          &nbsp

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That my love affair with Calcutta grows every passing day is a layman's guess. I love the city, in its every possible hue and tinge possible. So when the first blush of rain kisses the skies of my new Tollygunge home, I love the fact that I am lucky to be here.  There have been umpteenth attempts to chronicle the life and times of the city on numerous occasions before. I will be humble

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The joys of weekend is back in my life since I decided to take another plunge back to corporate life and it has been a nice experience so far. I will not deny that the amount of money, not obscene but the decent amount in Calcutta, that they are paying me has been a deciding factor. I am still not sure about how can I keep my promise to myself about taking up writing seriously going (and my blog

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