আমি বাঙালি

I won't ask you how you like your coffee, rather I will like to know how you like your bed tea(cha). The cheese in your lasagna is not my concern, I want to know which fish recipe you want me to cook next. I will see you gulp down an entire plate of mutton biryani with a piece of potato, how your chicken burger tastes I don't care.  Let alone the veggie mc puff let me treat you with a beguni, paanta bhaat and mudi bhaja.
I won't hear about the Mexican wrap you ate the other day while I am busy devouring my mutton chaap roll.
Let me know what's your favourite place of adda or which street food corner you like. I don't want to drive to the plush restaurant rather walk with me to my favourite puchka stall.
Yes being bengali is a lot about food but it is also about art, all kind of art- literature, music, paintings, everything so read me Gitanjali when I am down and hear me reading Feluda. When we sit together to relish some music then turn the volume up for the rabindra sangeet instead of rock jazz.

Are you in hurry? Then you can walk, I will rather choose tram and sit back to enjoy the laziness. Don't talk about the air conditioned Delhi metro to me,  the real essence lies in the open window metro I board at Kobi Nazrul and de board at Mahanayak Uttam Kumar.

Keep your memoirs of London bridge in your mind, my heart always belonged to the Howrah bridge which I crossed on my foot in 5 minutes of Kolkata.

Cross the Hoogli with me in 'Nauka' and we will see the setting sun hand in hand.

I will take you to that place you heard the melody of drum coming from and the band culture of Bengal will amaze you more than Backstreet Boys.

You want to fall in love with me, then do so by watching me wrapped in the elegance of a tant er saree instead of the short red dress.

Tell me 'আমি তোমাকে ভালো বেশি' in your hindi accent instead of 'I Love you'.

For the love of self!

"I thought of changing my hairstyle to hers,
then I thought of getting a piercing like that of the other.
What if I adapt her dressing sense,
Let me tattoo my body parts as she got it
done.
What if I dye my hair brown, will they then look at me like I am wearing a crown."
Many such thoughts crossed my mind and I catered them all.
One day I stood in front of the mirror tall.
"Who are you?" It yelled at me.
"A part of every girl they turn their head towards." I sobbed.
"And you lost yourself totally apart." I thought.
"You let go your soft curls and charming smile just to grab a look for a while?
What are you doing to yourself?" I asked.
"I don't know, I was seeking attention, I guess." The inner self replied.
"Got enough?" I mocked.
I just sat by the wall and thoughts occured,"Whose enthrallment am I trying to seek? Why am I losing myself for people unknown to keep?"
While finding the answers that were already known, a few people told me things unheard.
"You are beautiful!" someone said, the one who matters to me the most.
So, why to give up on myself when I have people who love the real me the most.

Realization has hit and has hit a bit harder but one thing I understood that it is the soul that at last, matters!

Book review- God and his girlfriend

Today let me  talk about a book I recently read, God and his girlfriend by Mr. Priyank Aryan.

The story revolves around a Christian girl living in the city of joy.
The story talks about child molestation which touches my heart because a lot of girls in India who suffer a physical abuse are silenced by their own mothers which is something to be ashamed off first and secondly should be stopped.
Next, the story talks about how poor people get persuaded under pressure to opt for an illegal profession to keep their family safe and how next they are forced to drag and affect innocent people into the same heinous crime ( a small word to describe) in name of religion.
We usually get caught in our personal lives so much that we don't see what's going around and that we never can even think life have this capability of changing itself 360 degrees influenced by some invaders of our lives.
This is exactly what I felt reading this story which is talking about someone among us living a life like a rollercoaster ride seeming perfectly fine from our eyes.
We don't often come across people who have to make a choice between his country and the only person he loves. This book talks about that person. Read to know him.
The story is about terrorism, patriotism, child abuse and love above all.

Without revealing much I will say keep aside the romance for sometime pick up this book so as to read a life we would dread to live.

A different book indeed.

Curled toes!

 "You have fallen in love with me, right?" he asked caressing her bare back.

"Why do we fall in love? Fall and love, don't these words contradict each other?" she asked shivering with pleasure.

"I didn't get you." he looked perplexed.

"Love helps us to grow, it nurtures our personality and keeps us happy, then how can we fall in love, doesn't love make us rise?" she said looking into his naked eyes.

"It does, but only when you are loved by the same person whom you love." he said tucking back the flick of hair that fell on her eyes.

"It's a matter of opinion, it's like different flavours of ice cream you know." she flipped on her back and winked.

"Flavour, right now just one thing comes to my mind when you talk about flavours." he smirked.

"Let me taste some of it tonight." she said notoriously and kissed his abs lightly.

She got up and sat on his lap placed her hands on his chest, looked into his eyes and said, "Do you know why I love you so much?"

"I have been asking you this since you proposed to me, tell me please." he yearned for an answer like an aroused man.

She laughed, kissed his chest and said, "I never knew men can get aroused by expecting an answer."

"I am not aroused." he said pressing her ass.

She bent down and started unzipping his jeans.

"You were going to tell me something." he held her hand.

"I am about to give a lifetime experience, you are still stuck there." she continued pulling down his jeans.

"No, today you will answer me first." he held her tight and pulled her closer.

"Don't spoil it now." she winked.

"Not today." he pulled her closer and bit her crimson lips till it bled blue.

She broke the kiss and moved out in the balcony, holding the glass of wine already poured.
Sipping the red drug for her soul she said, "I will lose you forever if I tell, I know."
"No, you won't." He ensured holding her tight and then their lips met while the moonlight shone over their lust engulfed bodies.

"Let me love you tonight." he said kissing her forehead.

"You cannot love me ever, isn't it difficult to love me?" she asked.
"Why?" he asked while biting her neck.

"It was so easy for you to get me on bed." she said moaning.

"So?" he bit her harder and this time on her bosom.

"Girls who are easy to sleep with, are difficult to love." she sighed in pain.

"You are so brutally true." he said while taking her back to the room.

"If it is not brutal, it isn't the truth." she pushed him on bed.

"What are you planning to do?" he held her by her waist.

"Have sex with you." she replied.

"I have sex with you and you make love to me, isn't that so?" he said and made her lie on her back.

"Today you will make love to me and I will have sex." she said and meanwhile unhooked her corset and uncovered her upper body.

"Can't we both make love?" he asked while rolling on bed and pulling her above him.  

"We are not lovers and this isn't a love story." she went back to her undone task of pulling down his jeans.

"Then what is this?" he asked looking at her perfectly curved body as if it was crafted in lone time by God of architecture.

"I am in the idea of being in love with you and you just lust on my body." she said getting ready for sucking some life out of him.

"But you said that you love me." he asked while moaning in pleasure.

"But I gave you reasons of why I love you and falling in love needs no reason, so it is just infatuation, it is the idea of being in love, it is a way to keep myself away from loneliness, it is a desire to melt in the arms of someone I have crush on or maybe it is just lust but, but, but it is not love for sure." she said after wiping the corner of her lips.  

"Why are you so different?" he asked panting.

"I wasn't like this before, I was a dreamer. Like every other girl I dreamt of a fairy tale life in which my prince charming would come dressed in black coat on a white horse but you told me once that life isn't a fairy tale." she whispered in his ears.

"Why do whisper, you know I get a turn on." he asked and she just winked.

"Turn me on, tonight." she kissed him hard with tongues entwined in one.

"Where is this going?" he asked and chewed her ear lobes.

"Climax." she moaned.

"The ultimate truth." he rolled up the latex.

"Dive in deeper tonight like there is no tomorrow." she whined.

"Be ready to face the high tide waves as the moon is at its best." he said and the darkness witnessed wild passion till dawn broke out.

Black is not a disease, it is my skin colour!

Black is not a disease, it is my skin colour.

Many of us have been blessed with a higher melanin level in our skin and we fall in the colour category of wheatish to black depending on the proportion of the pigment.

Presence of higher melanin level keeps us safe from several skin diseases, the top most being skin cancer.

Now here the question arises why am I boring you with these facts and making you read this.

I am doing it because I want to tell the people around me that I am not suffering from dark skin tone instead I am born with it.

In my life till date I have met many people from aunties to one of my tuition teachers who suggested me to use a few medicated creams, cosmetics or a special cream that can make me fairer.

"Beta, ek nayi cream aai hai market mein. Tum bhi lagao shayad rang thik ho jaye." (Dear, a new cream has launched in the market. Even you should try, may be your skin tone turns fairer.) I have heard these kind of dialogues many times in life and many of you reading this post must have also heard the same and sailed the same boat.

We have grown up feeling inferior and less beautiful but eventually coming across people from different walks of life with broader mindset and deeper thought process I realised that beauty my dear friend always lies in the eyes of the beholder.

Yes, it surely took me few years to accept the fact that I am beautiful too and pretty as hell, that I got ravishing eyes that do the talking and an adorable smile that wins hearts. I have many many friends just because of the person I am and not because of my complexion or physique.

So, here I want to tell you a few things dear well wisher.

Firstly, I love myself.

Yes, I know you tried every possible comment that could break my heart and believe me you were successful but then life happened and here I am standing again with a mended heart and healing wounds.

Secondly, don't suggest me a cure it's my skin colour not a disease.

People who keep on suggesting me to use certain creams and cosmetics stop doing that because seriously I don't need your million dollar advice save it for your own child.

Thirdly, I can take care of my own skin.

Yes, you read it right. I do take 'care' of my skin and not try to cure it. I am not saying that I don't apply anything on my skin. I surely do but mind you not to turn fair but to give my skin the best of the world to keep it clean, lively, young and beautiful but fair, nope.

Lastly, thanks for being the precious well wisher but trust me we don't need you anymore.

So, the next time when you are about to suggest someone to use a fairness cream remember you have a child too and they might need a fairness cream for their heart. Just saying!

For me Black is beauty now.

Book review- Confession of an island by A tan Pal

Two word review-Vicious circle

Synopsis- An island witnesses love and harassment over the period of time.

A woman gets stuck in an island with a stranger having no idea why she is narrating the stories that she has been asked to narrate.

A man who has a heart turns out to be cruel and seek for..shhh.. I won't tell what he seeks, find it out yourself.

Review-
Often we grab a book, but this book grabbed me. I could not put it down until I read the last word.
It was like an adventurous ride through pages where I was riding through unknown turns enjoying every bit of it.
The end was unpredictable on my part and that is what I love the most when I read a thriller mystery book.
The author did justice to the story in his part.
Was in love with it at first read.
Indians can write engrossing thrillers too.

Here is a review by Shruti: http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1763779585

Review: Heart of Bullets

Heart of Bullets by Nikhil Kushwaha
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Book- Heart of Bullets
Author- Nikhil Kushwaha
Publishers- Petals Publishers

Critic comes first,I was disappointed with editing of the book. It was recklessly done which could have been better done.

The story is narrated in first person by the protagonist, Arpan. The story revolves around his and his best friend's life. A story of love found, lost and found again.
The scenario of wars was breath taking as if happening live in front of me I could hear the gun rattles myself through words.
A strong story line it has just lost the track in between but then held it back towards the end.
The end was shocking but then love always is crazy.
All together a must read to know what true love is!
Recommended to all those who don't believe in fairy tale love.

Ratings- 4/5



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