Though a turnover can be interesting and unsettling (try tasting and then making pineapple turnovers and apple turnovers), I have doubts whether they could be called adventurous. Regardless however, turnovers happen without us having the slightest inclinations in making them happen. For, I have a can of pineapple in my pantry but the least possible thing I'm thinking of doing with it is a pineapple turnover cake. I would rather make a pineapple plastic chutney, or better still, just serve/eat it raw. But then, who can say......?
Even 6 months back, neither me or Supratim had any idea how our lives would take a turnover by being in Toronto. Whenever we think Toronto, or any city for that matter, the business area or the downtown becomes representative, owing to their supposed appeal of tall buildings. Like this picture, for example:

This is only tip of the experience, and you can't blame me, as I'm only a few days in.
Yet, with the grumbling acceptance of the early-to-bed and early-to-rise habit that we are compelled into, and the surprise at the incivility of a North American city, somehow, among all these, Calcutta flashes by now and then....... sans the khistis and mejaj, but complete with the thelathelis and continuous running (to somewhere and God know why so fast), as well as the impassive faces.

No, not in the way when people climb moving and perfectly working escalators as well as run on anything moving. If you just stand on an escalator, you would hear very visible jeers and face haughty stares for "blocking the way". And when you get down or up, the metro is dirtier than Calcutta metro, much more so (and you would feel another misplaced pride and all that), but also thank the people who do not stare onto you because you look different from the dominant/mainstream ethnicity. The city's not a melting pot, but a big pot that accommodates.

I guess, sometimes, when you turn it over, things remain the same.
Encounters with random passengers on the train reading Khaled Hosseini or Pamuk or playing games on a palmtop or even a mouth organ, makes you feel the vibe, the pulse, and the existence of life that that so often is missed in a cold and alienated foreign country.
Oh...you also get red and yellow mangoes in 50 cents (each) here. More about that later!
4 comments:
Lalu da hole likhto torontoy tarantula :D
Anekdin pore tor blog porlam, and as usual I like the clean crisp flow of language taking the reader into a new zone of thinking. The Turnover sounds yammmmmeeeee
bracket shuru korle shesh korte hoy B-)
Toronto-r sathe NYC-r besh mil to! Taxi partTa baad diye.
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