Hearing Crow's crowing (or chirping, from a postcolonial viewpoint) in Calgary is secondary to nothing. Crows have been coming from nowhere to this city, to the curses of its citizens who think it...yes...to be an emissary of evil. But somehow,....the crowing brings in some form of familiarity in the seemingly alien surroundings here. It makes me feel good....reassured.....and reminiscent (as you can see).
Like the music played on the online radio, the B-grade movie shown in Saturday Evening Ethnic Channel, like the smell of alu-peyajkoli bhaja coming from unknown somewhere, certain primary essences of familiarity refuse to leave me...even when I least expect them to be.
As it stands now, I do understand that certain things just remain primary. Irreplaceable with anything else, even when craving for those anything-else-s never subsumes.
Somethings are just meant to be primary. And somethings will always be secondary. And even though these are not words of some deep, profound truth or realization, it takes a lot of failures to understand them......and God knows how much more time to accept them...and move on.
How much more time........??
Would I take?
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Lunch
Age 5--An apple, a sandesh and a boiled egg on weekdays. Normal rice and associated Bengali delicacies on weekends and holidays.
Age 10--Varied homemade non-conventional lunches consumed as lunch on weekdays: such as upma, chire'r polao, luchi-tarkari, Maggi or Licia noodles, Farinni Cake, french toast, et al. Normal rice and associated Bengali delicacies on weekends and holidays.
Age 15--Fuchka, and alukabli on weekdays. Homemade lunch were given away regularly to enthusiastic friendly patrons. Normal rice and associated Bengali delicacies on weekends and holidays.
Age 20--Wide-ranging options on weekdays: Varied homemade lunches sometimes, half-plate chicken fried rice from 'Tasty', 'Gunjan', 'Rinky', (all in College Street), Pan fried Momo-s from Momo plaza et al (Esplanade) or in 'Food Station' (in College Street too), Singara and Mishti doi from 'Pnutiram', Jhalmuri and Fuchka and Alukabli wherever available....and many other sensational options.
Anger and Normal rice and associated Bengali delicacies on weekends and holidays.
Age 25--Whatever's available in Grad House: absolute boring and cheesy (in a literal sense) soups, Sub-s, and sometimes Vietnamese food on weekdays.
Nothing on weekends. Nothing consumed. Nothing consumed as lunch. Nothing consumed in lunchtime.
Age 28 (now)--Salad with Greek and Italian Dressing, yogurt and some "garden fresh" soup, normally on weekdays.
Rich, Dark, French Roasted Coffee on Weekends.
Looks like....by 30...I had it all without any chance of having them all yet again.
Could the sign of degeneration be any more explicit?
And what's the reason to live???????
Age 10--Varied homemade non-conventional lunches consumed as lunch on weekdays: such as upma, chire'r polao, luchi-tarkari, Maggi or Licia noodles, Farinni Cake, french toast, et al. Normal rice and associated Bengali delicacies on weekends and holidays.
Age 15--Fuchka, and alukabli on weekdays. Homemade lunch were given away regularly to enthusiastic friendly patrons. Normal rice and associated Bengali delicacies on weekends and holidays.
Age 20--Wide-ranging options on weekdays: Varied homemade lunches sometimes, half-plate chicken fried rice from 'Tasty', 'Gunjan', 'Rinky', (all in College Street), Pan fried Momo-s from Momo plaza et al (Esplanade) or in 'Food Station' (in College Street too), Singara and Mishti doi from 'Pnutiram', Jhalmuri and Fuchka and Alukabli wherever available....and many other sensational options.
Anger and Normal rice and associated Bengali delicacies on weekends and holidays.
Age 25--Whatever's available in Grad House: absolute boring and cheesy (in a literal sense) soups, Sub-s, and sometimes Vietnamese food on weekdays.
Nothing on weekends. Nothing consumed. Nothing consumed as lunch. Nothing consumed in lunchtime.
Age 28 (now)--Salad with Greek and Italian Dressing, yogurt and some "garden fresh" soup, normally on weekdays.
Rich, Dark, French Roasted Coffee on Weekends.
Looks like....by 30...I had it all without any chance of having them all yet again.
Could the sign of degeneration be any more explicit?
And what's the reason to live???????
Thursday, June 7, 2007
lost in transit
Now Blogger saves your drafts automatically!
If only our draft of intentions and actions could be saved to prove their originality.....if only. Once they are delivered, they lose their umbilical connection and are so often perceived in a new fluid reality. Who is to blame? The sender? the medium/media? the receiver? reckoning that there cannot be one exclusive answer, is there any infallible answer?
Then from where does the virtual world is inspired and/or mirrored on the real world?
Half of our lives are spent in trying to press Ctrl+S and save our little selves in transmission. Sometimes part or whole of those little things are recovered, but--for me at least--most of it is lost in transit.
Apart from mourning for them and trying to find answers and solutions, I try to find some emotional antiseptic......which sometimes do their job pretty well depending on the wounds, but some wounds are left gaping, ugly and....... concealed from the ones who gave them.
Anyway....let me get back to my movie, which is not an emotional antiseptic, but is one of my MOST favourite ones: Kaagaz ke Phool.
Featuring one of the unforgettable songs having this unabashedly haunting/recurrent feeling:
tumi bhi kho gaye
hum bhi kho gaye
ek raah par,
chal ke do kadam.....
waqt ne kiya
kya haseen sitam....
tum rahe na tum
hum rahe na hum
If only our draft of intentions and actions could be saved to prove their originality.....if only. Once they are delivered, they lose their umbilical connection and are so often perceived in a new fluid reality. Who is to blame? The sender? the medium/media? the receiver? reckoning that there cannot be one exclusive answer, is there any infallible answer?
Then from where does the virtual world is inspired and/or mirrored on the real world?
Half of our lives are spent in trying to press Ctrl+S and save our little selves in transmission. Sometimes part or whole of those little things are recovered, but--for me at least--most of it is lost in transit.
Apart from mourning for them and trying to find answers and solutions, I try to find some emotional antiseptic......which sometimes do their job pretty well depending on the wounds, but some wounds are left gaping, ugly and....... concealed from the ones who gave them.
Anyway....let me get back to my movie, which is not an emotional antiseptic, but is one of my MOST favourite ones: Kaagaz ke Phool.
Featuring one of the unforgettable songs having this unabashedly haunting/recurrent feeling:
tumi bhi kho gaye
hum bhi kho gaye
ek raah par,
chal ke do kadam.....
waqt ne kiya
kya haseen sitam....
tum rahe na tum
hum rahe na hum
Friday, June 1, 2007
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