Ekta_bondhu

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Well this is another unscheduled posts. What’s up dude getting unscheduled a lot ..eh…Ok  before I get on with the actual post just like mention that ‘Chronicles of a Techie” has covered some milestones like its unique visitors count crossed 2,500 *clap clap* and got 150th comment, got a indirank of 77.  Thank you so much  for reading and commenting so regularly Pal, Roshmi, Rashmi, AJCL, Kaddu, preposterous girl, Toya, Colors, Nikki, dazeddiva, Tikuli (OMG its seems an endless list of women, guys now do you get why women bloggers are ‘more’ popular come out of your shell dudes), Sm, Adesh, Mukund and all others who have been very generous with your boquets actually I have not received any brickbats till date *grins*.

Ok enough of Bakwaas(side-talk) seedhi bath(direct point) “Ekta_bondhu”. Well I am talking of days when yahoo messenger used to be  the only “social networking” tool and chat rooms “Calcutta Global Chat Room 1.2,3,…” were real hot. Online dating sating yaar. Being freshly out of university I also wanted to join the bandwagon ofcourse with a false identity I hope you know how it was back then. So I registered in yahoo with an id called “ekta_bondhu” which translates to “One friend”( I was never good with really “kewl” screen names that explains the lacklustre blogtitle and blogaddress).

So with a alter id I logged into Y!Messenger and headed straight to “calcutta Global chat” but the moment I joined the room my screen started getting filled with pop-ups with “Hi, there”,  “Wass up howz life”, “hello, sexy !!! Wanna chat” etc etc I was pretty new to these things naturally got scared so quickly exited the room tried another but again faced the same result now I panicked and thought probably I had activated some “virus” by mistake and started looking around for the cyber-cafe owner lest he sees the “virus” and starts claiming damages. I exited the Y!Messenger itself and ran home to call my gang(those days cellphone was a rich man’s toy and yours truly was still unemployed). After listening to whole tale one my friends who is also called Dhiman cracked it. He said look its your id dude thats doing the game. Well it was “Ekta_bondhu” of which Ekta was interpreted as “Ekta” as in  Ekta Kapoor and bondhu as friend so it stood as Ekta-a girl looking for a friend. What a bombshell combination it was more than enough to unleash those “alpha males” in the chat rooms. I got disappointed and started thinking about new ids but my friends were really excited they wanted to use this ‘killer id’ to have some fun.

So “Ekta_bondhu” actually became a female id used by us(males) to play around with these “alpha males” and slowly learned the art of “wooing” men and that was when I also learned how to step into girly shoes.

Now coming to real reason for so much bhoomika(back-talk) is in my previous post “We are Just friends” Pal and Roshmi thought yours truly was actually a female blogger hiding behind a male id. I feel they had a point as out of 3 fictions that I had put up in this blog two were from a woman’s eyes and what I understood from the responses is that they were pretty convincing hence the confusion. BTW I am taking it as a compliment *bows*, shouldn’t I.

Anyway now that pardah(veil) has been removed from the ‘true’ identity of Dhiman, Ladies don’t stop following believe me its your comments and support that help me step into your side of the fence. And Guys don’t be disheartened by this news , keep following …some more “womanish”  posts may come along. Let me tell you its not that difficult to don a “woman” hat for a man . Isn’t it ? or am I an exception? ;)

PS: Ekta_bondhu had been abandoned by us eons ago(as we ougrew Y!Messenger). So it has been recycled and is currently available on yahoo.com so any of you interested can grab it :D

I Want You Back

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This is an unplanned post. As everybody knows MJ(Michael Jackson) is not there anymore. I was never a great fan of his but having grown up in a era when this “legend” was being created could never avoid him.

Just read  somewhere that you cannot judge his impact on world  of music.  Whatever he was , he was a true “King of Pop”, the worlds biggest musician in modern times.

Virtual world is filled with obituaries, posts tweets infact #michaeljackson has become the most popular #tag  beating #iranelection in weeks. Moreover   BBC says web has slowed down after his death read it here. So do I need to say anything more.

I want you back all summer long 4.3

Below is the email which I received after his death and I am sure more to follow but this one shows the true mood of millions of his fans.

(Naku Penda Piya-Naku Taka
Piya-Mpenziwe)
(I Love You Too-I Want You
Too-My Love)

Liberian Girl . . .
You Came And You Changed
My World
A Love So Brand New
Liberian Girl . . .
You Came And You Changed
Me Girl
A Feeling So True

Liberian Girl
You Know That You Came
And You Changed My World,
Just Like In The Movies,
With Two Lovers In A Scene
And She Says . . .
“Do You Love Me”
And He Says So Endlessly . . .
“I Love You, Liberian Girl”

(Naku Penda Piya-Naku Taka
Piya-Mpenziwe)
(I Love You Too-I Want You
Too-My Love)

Liberian Girl . . .
More Precious Than
Any Pearl
Your Love So Complete
Liberian Girl . . .
You Kiss Me Then,
Ooh,The World
You Do This To Me

Liberian Girl
You Know That You Came
And You Changed My World,
Just Like In The Movies,
With Two Lovers In A Scene
And She Says,

“Do You Love Me”
And He Says So Endlessly
“I Love You, Liberian Girl”
(Naku Penda Piya-Naku Taka
Piya-Mpenziwe)
(I Love You Too-I Want You
Too-My Love)

Liberian Girl
You Know That You Came
And You Changed My World,
I Wait For The Day,
When You Have To Say
“I Do,”
And I’ll Smile And Say It Too,
And Forever We’ll Be True
I Love You, Liberian Girl,
(Girl)
All The Time

I Love You Liberian Girl,
(Girl)
All The Time

I Love You Liberian Girl,
(Girl)
All The Time

I Love You Liberian Girl,
(Girl)
All The Time

I Love You
(Girl)
I Love You Baby

I Want You
I Love You Baby
Ooh!
(Girl)
I Love You Baby,
I Want You Baby, Ooh!
(Girl)

It was a total shock to hear today that Michael Jackson died. His music will always be with us. Rest in peace and thank you for giving us your all. My deepest condolence goes out to his family.

And now I am sadly singing ‘I Want You Back’.   :(

Read some of more detailed and well documented tributes by my friends :

Michael Jackson : An obituary

Michael Jackson’s Unexpected Death Stuns World

Loss of Legend

Remembering MJ.. your music lives on

The ‘THRILLER’ Moon Walks into oblivion

Life History-Michael Jackson

And it Started with Thriller

MJ’s Last Images from his Rehearsals for upcoming Concerts in UK

We are Just Friends

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I still remember the day a tall, lanky, average looking youngster with a Dil Chata Hai style ‘Dara'(Goatie) walked into our bank looking for ‘tax saving’ investment and was directed to me as I was the adviser looking after personal investments.
You had just been placed in a ‘reputed mnc’ after your engineering degree and were looking forward to have some ‘savings’ as well as ‘tax benefits’ as bonus and that surprised me as most of my clients then were middle-aged people who wanted to save for retirement,child’s future etc and when I asked you for your ‘Goals’ of  investment you were startled and said “No thanks, I have enough goals in my workplace and football field Do I need more here in bank” and I had tried hard to suppress the laughter.
Then when I came to your name I had asked little doubtfully “Bangali naki?” (You Bengali?) you smiled and replied “Ekso sontangsho khanti” (100% Pure) I had no option but to laugh. Thats how it all started.

Then you kept coming and we started liking each other and a common ground was found when you learnt about my passion for theatre. Don’t you remember the plays we watched and then sat in the coffee shop analyzed each and every scene. I used be jealous yes jealous when you used eye the hottie seated on the seat opposite.
I still remember the day you had sneaked me in through the unmanned gates of your office basement to your office terrace just because I had said I wanted to see the aircrafts landing and taking off from the airport which was clearly visible from your office terrace. And How embarrassed you were when we confronted a colleague of yours while returning. I still don’t know what was so embarrassing about it.

How could I forget you had tried to play a ‘match-maker’ when you had introduced me with lot of praises to one of your “well settled” friends when I had mentioned that my parents were frantically looking for a “Suitable Boy” for me.

Then that day oh sorry that night when you called me in a state of panic that you are calling from hospital and cousin who had been staying with you had an accident while returning from college. How grateful you were when I had joined you in the hospital at that hour and we sat through the night in the hospital reception praying for the best.
You had hugged(touched me first time) me tightly in morning when the doctors said he was out of danger and then quickly retreated apologizing for behaving little overwhelmingly. I had never seen you so vulnerable before.

Today when I saw you in the mall with your wife and baby daughter you waved at me with a smile I waved back and when my husband asked about you I had said “Oh we were JUST friends”.

PS: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anybody or any situations is purely unintentional and coincidental. And this is not autobiographical as well but the real inspiration is one of my favorite song “Mera Kuch Saman” from the movie “Izzazat” song was penned by Gulzar and rendered par excellence by Asha Bhonsle to the haunting tunes of R. D. Burman

The Eternal Bewdaa izzzeezzzeh!

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Yesterday I was watching Golmaal  (1979), a ROFL types comedy with some brilliant performances by Amol Palekar, Bindiya Goswami, Utpal Dutta, Kestho Mukherjee and others.

It was the famous “Police” station scene where Kestho Mukherjee and Utpal Dutta make you roll-on-the-floor laughing made me think about the talented comedian Kestho Mukherjee.

A Brief Bio of Keshto Mukherjee is
“Keshto Mukherjee specialised in comic roles of a drunkard in Hindi films. Keshto made his debut in Ritwik Ghatak’s Bengali movie Nagarik (1952). He was spotted by Hrishikersh Mukherjee who cast him in his debut film Musafir (1957). Keshto always acted in short character roles which often went unnoticed till Asit Sen cast him as a drunkard in Maa Aur Mamta(1970). This movie started a tring of roles as a drunkard and Keshto became synonymous with these roles.

Keshto Mukherjee was a part of some of the greatest movies of his times , He was a permanent fixture in movies made by Hrishikesh Mukherjee, Basu Chatterhee, Gulzar and Mehmood. His big films include China Town (1962), Asli Naqli (1962), Teesri Kasam (1966), Majhli Didi (1967), Sadhu Aur Shaitan (1968), Padosan (1968), Mere Apne (1971), Bombay To Goa (1972), Parichay (1972), Zanjeer (1973), Aap Ki Kasam (1974), Sholay (1975), Chupke Chupke (1975), Gol Maal (1979) and Khubsoorat (1980). His roles of Hariram Nayi in Sholay, James in Chupke Chupke and Ashrafi Lal in Khubsoorat are remembered to this day.

Kesto Mukherjee died in 1985.”

Remember Bombay to Goa(1972) where he played a sleeping passenger without a single dailogue in the film yet had an impression on the viewers. How can we forget him Iiiizzzzze!

Trivia :
Kesto Mukherjee’s son, Babloo Mukherjee is also a comedy actor and has acted in several films.

Another fact, Actress Susmita Mukherjee(Kitty of TV Serial Karmchand) is not the daughter of Kestho Mukherjee contrary to the popular beliefs. Read more about it here.

Click here to see the Filmography of Kestho Mukherjee.

References : http://www.gomolo.in/People/PeopleBiography.aspx?pplid=16291

A Few Keshto Mukherjee Videos:

Watch the famous Scene in Golmaal

The Scene from Chupke Chupke with Dharmendra

The song “Ek Tanete Jemon Temon”  from Bangla Film Troyee- MITHUN CHAKRABORTY & KESHTO MUKHERJEE

Scene from Kudrat Rajesh Khanna and Keshto Mukherjee

Bombay to Goa- FUNNY SCENE

Good Man versus Bad Men

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Yesterday evening I had visited one of my friends an ex-colleague. And since we had met after quite sometime as usual we were onto a  lot of catching up and watching TV. Actually on TV Mithuda’s hit Bangla movie was playing and we were enjoying and my friend’s 2 yr old daughter was into her usual antics and playing around.
Then an bharpur action scene came up(afterall Mithunda’s Film) and the crooks were beating Mithunda black and blue. Seeing that my friend’s little daughter came running to me visible distressed by all the voilence and said “ola oke malsey” (They are beating him) so inorder to pacify her I said “ora to baje, dustu lok tai oke marche” (They are Bad Men so they are beating), “Bhalo lokera mare naa”(Good man doesn’t beat). She looked at me and repeated “ola baje” (They are Bad) nodding her head. I was elated that I was able to ‘teach’ a little girl the ills of voilence.
But my joy was short lived when invincible Mithunda rose like a Phoenix from the dust and started hitting the villians. Seeing this the little girl came back to me and asked “ooto to malsey” (He is also beating) now I was in a fix as to How to explain a 2 yr that this ‘Good Man’ is retaliating and sometimes you may ‘hit back’ to save yourself.
I looked at my friend for some help as he might have handled such queries earlier but he smiled and turned towards the TV as if saying “you handle buddy you started it”. The lil one was demanding an explanation but I was searching for one for a 2 yr old. I was saved by the child’s mother who called her to the kitchen seeing my plight, Thanks Boudi. I was Saved for then but I was left thinking How do we teach our children what is right and what is not or may be with age and maturity they learn it on their own.

Yesterday evening I had visited one of my friends an ex-colleague. And since we had met after quite sometime as usual we were onto a  lot of catching up and watching TV. Actually on TV Mithuda’s hit Bangla movie was playing and we were enjoying and my friend’s 2 yr old daughter was into her usual antics and playing around.

Then an bharpur action scene came up(afterall Mithunda’s Film) and the crooks were beating Mithunda black and blue. Seeing that my friend’s little daughter came running to me visibly distressed by all the violence and said “ola oke malsey” (They are beating him) so inorder to pacify her I said “ora to baje, dustu lok tai oke marche” (They are Bad Men so they are beating), “Bhalo lokera mare naa”(Good man doesn’t beat). She looked at me and repeated “ola baje” (They are Bad) nodding her head. I was elated that I was able to ‘teach’ a little girl the ills of voilence.

But my joy was short lived when invincible Mithunda rose like a Phoenix from the dust and started hitting the villains. Seeing this the little girl came back to me and asked “ooto to malsey” (He is also beating) now I was in a fix as to How to explain a 2 yr that this ‘Good Man’ is retaliating and sometimes you may ‘hit back’ to save yourself.

I looked at my friend for some help as he might have handled such queries earlier but he smiled and turned towards the TV as if saying “you handle buddy you started it”. The lil one was demanding an explanation but I was searching for one for a 2 yr old. I was bailed out by the child’s mother who called her to the kitchen seeing my plight, Thanks Boudi. I was Saved for then but I was left thinking How do we teach our children what is right and what is not or may be with age and maturity they learn it on their own.

Mungaru Male in Bangalore

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No I am not breaking any news before you start making any conclusions, I am telling that I am not talking about re-release of the Kannada Blockbuster “Mungare Male” in Bangalore. A film about immortal love in the First Rains.

rain

I am talking of “Mungaru Male” which means the First Rain. First Rain brings much needed respite from the blistering heat by the cool and refreshing showers.  Doesn’t First Rain remind us of our childhood days when we used make paper boats and play with them in puddle of water formed across the street or get scolded by mom for dirtying our school dress, shoes by jumping into to muddy pot holes while returning from school.

tasting-rain1

Then in teenage First Rain sets your heart pounding with love, You want to walk in the rain hand in hand with that ‘special someone’ not worrying about the  world or stealing your ‘first kiss’ in rain. Then sitting in wayside “chayer dokan”(tea stall) and sipping hot tea and hot singara(samosa). Yes First Rain evokes the romantic person in you and you feel a sense of freedom to run around without caring a damn about anything.

But First Rains in Bangalore means beginning of a nightmare. I remember 3 years back when I first moved to this city and in the first rain wanted get wet my local friends stopped me vehemently saying that “Bera appa, Jwara gira agothe yen martia”(NO man if you fall sick then what will happen) very true theres a high possibility of that.

BangaloreRainRain in Bangalore means a road which look like “dried river bed”(a term coined by Times of India to describe the hapless condition of roads) turn into a river which is a driver’s or rider’s nightmare. To add to it all the ‘development’ work start with the first drops of rain as if the authorities here wake-up to the “need” of the hour. Like currently drainage work is going -on in front my house and they have created a huge moat right in front of main gate with just a narrow stone slab(like a draw-bridge in yesteryear castles) to cross-over and reach the road. yesterday nights rain has filled-up the moats and I am just
thinking to release some crocodiles into the moat so that at night when we remove the draw-bridge(stone-slab) no-one(burglars) can think of “conquering” our castle(home). Talking of drains well they are most frightening ones as one of the “Killer drains” snatched away a little boy from his mothers hands last week and the military still is unable trace the boys body. And our civic authority chief when asked about the incident blamed the mother for being careless with her son, Now tell which mother will allow her only child to walk into danger “carelessly”.

rikpluieThe rains in Bangalore happen mostly in evening peak hour(6 to 9 PM) when you are to return home from work but the torrents and uprooted trees throw the traffic completely out of gear making your return to home a real painstaking affair.

Finally the first drop of rain means a instant power-cut and you are sitting in a candle-lit room with incessant rain outside, in this condition all the romantic ideas go out of the window.

I am wondering is it the situation thats making me crictical of the “Mungaru Male” in Bangalore or do I need check my ‘talkai’/’mundu’ I mean ‘head’ in English for Grey hairs to bring back the romanticism of the First Rain.

PS : The title has been borrowed from a friends Orkut status message.
PPS : Technically this years “Mungaru Male” in Bangalore happened a few weeks back but yesterday’s rain inspired this post. As they say “Better late than never”.

Image courtsey :

http://theimpulsiveram.blogspot.com/

http://verbivorehere.wordpress.com/2009/05/06/summer-rain/

http://digitalinindia.com/

http://treasurethoughts.blogspot.com/

First Day at School

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Sumi woke up hastily and looked at the alarm clock and sighed a relief as it was just 5.30 about 15 min before it is set  to ring. She turned off the alarm as it was not required anymore as she can’t sleep anymore besides she wasn’t able to sleep well that night. She slowly turned around to see that Ladli her two and half year daughter’s fast asleep. Sumi looked at the lovely face of her little one for a moment and then turned around to get out of the bed to start the day.

FirstDayofSchoolToday was a “big” day for her as today was the First day of school for Ladli and Sumi was really anxious as Anooj her husband was out of town for an urgent official duty. She had being running through this day in her mind many times and the day had arrived, Yesterday when Anooj had called and said “Don’t worry She’s my Girl!! She’ll be fine. Don’t you know I didn’t cry on my first day of school”.
Sumi Said “I Know but she’s a Girl”
Anooj replied “So what !!! Don’t you remember How She did fine in the interview”

Sumi remembered that she and Anooj had been “training” Ladli for last few months so that Ladli can pass the ‘interview’ and get her into a playschool of their choice. Ladli had to learn “English” as till 2 years of age she only knew her mother tongue and in Bangalore no playschool will teach Bengali. She was same way worried on ‘interview’ day as well as Ladli was not very keen in speaking to strangers. On that day everything went fine ofcourse the ‘interview’ was just a few questions like “What’s your name” “What’s your father’s name” etc which Ladli had miraculously answered pretty smartly.
Sumi thought that day was different as Ladli had both her Mommy and pa behind her and for each question she looked at them and then answered.
But Sumi was worried because this was the first time Ladli will stay away from home without mommy for close to 2 hrs.
Moreover Ladli was a shy child who always hid behind her parents whenever any stranger came to their house.  Sumi’s Ma Babuji(parents) had explained her a lot that not to worry one day Ladli has to go to school anyway but Sumi had argued “but papa she’s too small”.

Sumi quickly finished her work and then checked Ladli’s ‘School bag’ with the colorful ‘tiffin box’ with Ladli’s favorite cartoon which they got from the School stationery store. How Anooj was amused to go to the store after 15 years or so, when he last had gone as a school lad for notebooks, pens, geometry box etc.
The school had directed that every child should have a tiffin box, water bottle, diapers and Id cards so Sumi cross checked the list twice so that she doesn’t miss anything out.
Then Sumi prepared the tiffin and woke Ladli up and got her ready. She herself got ready and was about to leave when her cell phone started jumping in her handbag, she quickly took it out and saw Anooj was calling “Yes tell me”
Anooj “So are you all set I called little late as I didn’t want to disturb you”
“yeah we are just going out.” Sumi answered  Ladli pulling her duppata with a twinkle in her eye questioned “pa r phone?”(Pa’s phone)
Sumi turned to Ladli and said “hain ma Pa r phone”(yes dear, pa’s phone)
Anooj said from the other side “Give it to her”
Sumi gave the phone to Ladli “Nao Pa ki bolche dekho” (See what dad’s saying)
Ladli took the phone with joy and “Jano Pa ami aar mommy ischool jabo bole leady” (Do you know Me and Mommy are ready for school)
Anooj said “Jani to tumi ekta Sona meye ischool ey kono dustumi korbe na… maamder kotha sunbe” (I know you are a good girl don’t do any mischief in the school and listen to your teachers)
Ladli replied “Hain pa” (Yes papa)
Anooj said “Lokkhi sona mommy ke dao” (Sweet baby now give it to Mummy)
Ladli handedover the phone to Sumi.
Anooj “Ok She seems to be fine now you Don’t worry so much and I’ll keep calling. Don’t Worry and I’ll be back as soon as I finish here”.
Sumi smiled and said “Ok Ok fine Don’t worry she’s YOUR daughter I know”.
Anooj said “Great then Bye !!! Love you both”
Sumi “Bye, you take care”.
Sumi picked up Sumi and came down the stairs and near the gate House owner’s wife Mrs. Nair was starting her Kinetic Honda.

She looked up and said “Good morning beta Sumi where to”
Sumi smiled and replied “Good morning Aunty, Taking Ladli to school”
Mrs. Nair remembered “Oh Yes today is her first day right”
then Mrs. Nair turned to Ladli and said “How are you? So going to school”
Ladli smiled shyly and replied like a parrot “I am fine” like she was trained by her parents.
Mrs. Nair then said to Sumi “Come I’ll drop you I am going to the Grocery store”
Sumi got into the rear seat of the scooter and said “Thank you so much Aunty”.
The school is just a few blocks away actually Sumi thought of walking with Ladli but with scooter ride she reached little early.

2002-01-30 Jan First day at school anxious parents 550The school gate was filled with anxious parents with their toddlers in tow. Sumi was holding Ladli’s hand and waiting for the gates to open and she was a little restless whereas Ladli was more intrigued with the “Water bottle” hanging in front from her neck and curiously looking around.
Actually the school was not a new to Ladli as she used to pass this place many evenings when she used to come for walk with mummy and dida(granny). Then she looked up at her mummy and said “Ekhane eto lok keno” (why is this place so crowded)
Sumi said “orao je ischool ey jabe tomar sob bondhura”.(They’ll also go to school they’ll be your friends)
Ladli looked at the people and laughed as if she understood what her mummy meant. Sumi thought whether Ladli knew what friends meant as till now she only knew mummy, pa (parents), dadun, dida( grand parents) and numerous kakus, kakimas, pishis,masis (uncles and aunts).
The school gate opened at 9.30 and only one parent alongwith the kid was allowed into the school. The charming and smiling ‘teachers’ welcomed the kids and this is when the actual problem started as some of the toddlers realized what’s going to happen and they started wailing.
Sumi got tensed and looked at ladli but she seemed too amused with all the things and she went in unfazed by the din around.

One of the teacher bent and greeted Ladli looking at the Id “Hello Ankita” Ladli was little surprised Sumi immediately said to the teacher “Actually we call her ‘Ladli'”.
Teacher looked up at Sumi and then smiled back at Ladli “Ok Ladli dear How are you doing”. Ladli looked up to her mother as these word were not in her dictionary so didn’t know how to react.
Sumi quickly said “Say I am fine to Maam”. Ladli looked puzzled but parroted “I am fine”.
The teacher held Ladli on hand and looked up to Sumi and said “I am Shailaja and I’ll take of Ladli Don’t worry and She’ a lovely girl. she’ll be fine” and started moving inside.
Sumi didn’t want to let go Ladli but could help and let her little one’s hand go and Ladli looked back at her waved her small hand and  uttered “Mommy Bye Mommy Bye”. Sumi smiled , waved backed and whispered “Bye Shona”. One boy was crying his heart out and his parents and the school staff were having a tough time. Sumi looked on when her Phone rang again she quickly picked up the call Anooj “What happened How’s she doing”.
Sumi “Said well so far she’s fine just went in with a teacher”.
Anooj replied “I said you already don’t worry she’ll be fine she’s a smart Baby”. Anoop continued “Come on relax and go home. She’s alright. I am sure they’ll take take good care afterall they are the best playschool in town”.
Sumi unmindfully said “Yes I know.” Anoop said “Well then You go home and I’ll call again”.
Sumi slowly walked back to home. Once at home she felt very strange and the house suddenly looked so empty with Ladli around it’ll be ‘hell’ at this time but now she was in school and Sumi was alone then she thought its only for a couple of hours and began her daily chores.
But time seemed to move in a slow motion as she looked at the clock quite often as it was taking more time to cover the distance.
Sumi reached school at 11, half an hour before as she could not stay at home. Her mind was full of thoughts like how her Ladli will communicate with teachers or will she be able to tell that she is thirsty or hungry or is she looking for her mummy or what’ll happen if she starts crying?
Then the time came and the gate opened and the parents started entering while some kids came out crying with eyes sore.

Sumi’s heart was pounding she didn’t know what to expect as she went inside the class room, it was large hall spilled with lots of toys a small staircase to a higher level for feeding area. She couldn’t see her Ladli anywhere she started worrying then She saw the teacher who taken Ladli away Sumi anxiously asked her “Where’s Ladli” The teacher calmly answered “Oh Ladli she’s a darling there she is at corner still playing” the teacher pointed at the far corner of the hall Sumi followed the finger and found Ladli engrossed in the toys. Sumi almost ran up to Ladli and said “Ladli ma bari cholo bari jabe na” (Ladli come won’t you go home). Ladli didn’t even look up and said “Na tumi bari jao ami ekhon khelbo” (No you go home I’ll play now). Sumi was surprised at that and she said “eso sona ischool chuti hoye geche kaal abar khelbe khon ekhon bari cholo” (Come dear school’s closing u’ll play tommorrow now let’s go home”.

Ladli looked up and relunctantly stood up picked up her “water bottle” and her “bag” and followed Sumi.
While walking back home Ladli filled her mother with story of how nice “maams” were how they had given her so much to play and she wants to come there etc….
Just then Anooj called and asked “What happened school’s over? How is Ladli?”
Sumi smiled and said “Your Girl has grown up and has taken her first independent step. Talk to her” and handed over the phone to Ladli.
Sumi knew this would happen ‘oneday’ but wondered wasn’t it ‘too early’ for Ladli…..

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http://www.nicholsoncartoons.com.au/cartoon_251.html

http://know.triangle.com/node/11351

Saga of the Pot Bellied Bengali

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hl-pot-belly01Wiki calls Pot Belly as Abdominal Obesity and defines it as “colloquially known as belly fat or clinically as central obesity, is the accumulation of visceral fat resulting in an increase in waist size. Visceral fat, also known as organ fat or intra-abdominal fat, is located inside the peritoneal cavity, packed in between internal organs and torso, as opposed to subcutaneous fat which is found underneath the skin, and intramuscular fat which is found interspersed in skeletal muscle. Visceral fat is composed of several adipose depots including mesenteric, epididymal white adipose tissue (EWAT) and perirenal depots. An excess of visceral fat is known as central obesity, the “pot belly” or “beer belly” effect, in which the abdomen protrudes excessively. This body type is also known as “apple shaped”, as opposed to “pear” shape, in which fat is deposited on the hips and buttocks”.

Indian male is more prone to this phenomenon of pot belly even more if he is a Bengali. Actually Bhuri(pot belly) is synonymous with the bengalis. And why should it not be as you see we like to have Bhuri Bhoj (Grand meal) for any occasion small or big. Its also true that the Bengalis have most affinity for anything sweet(remember we invented the ‘Rosogolla’) adds to a Bengali’s bhuri(pot belly).

touchymomentAnother class of Indians famous for Pot belly is the Indian Cop and this is pan India feature. You can spot them manning the outposts or doing a “VIP” duty with huge belly , U see them at traffic signals everywhere. What to do they need some place to store those calories(read bribe) they acquire in the line of duty.

The latest class to join the Pot Bellied bandwagon is the senior software professionals. You walk into any software company you’ll see managers or seniors moving around with a belly. Actually its a sign of their prosperity, what will they with those astronomical amounts they take home yet recession and global meltdown seems to have a little effect on that front.
Partly the credit goes to the Indian moms as well because they don’t see the pot belly of their children and dare you say any word you’ll be scorned for hell and the child will pe put through a series of “Nazar utaro” measures (ward off the evil eye).
Actually pot belly is very much part of our mythology look at our God of Prosperity, Lord Ganesh, incidentaly he loves laddoos(a calorie laden sweet).

The latest class to join the Pot Bellied bandwagon is the senior software professionals. You walk into any software company you’ll see managers or seniors moving around with a belly. Actually its a sign of their prosperity, what will they with those astronomical amounts they take home yet recession and global meltdown seems to have a little effect on that front.

Partly the credit goes to the Indian moms as well because they don’t see the pot belly of their children and dare you say any word you’ll be scorned for hell and the child will pe put through a series of “Nazar utaro” measures (ward off the evil eye).

Actually pot belly is very much part of our mythology look at our God of Prosperity, Lord Ganesh, incidentaly he loves laddoos(a calorie laden sweet).

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Hence yours truly being a Bengali software professional how could he escape. With 88 Kgs on board (well the scale was trying for more but finally felt shy and settled for 88) is well on the way to fulfill the tradition which is deep rooted in his genes(except my dad rest of my lineage sported one).

Some Interesting links :

Ganesh utsav brings Kolkatas pot-bellied onto the football field

What Causes Pot Belly?

Say Bye Bye To Pot Belly in 12 Hours — OMG !!!

How To Get Rid Of Pot Belly

Flatten Your Pot Belly Workout Video

PS: Images are taken from various Internet sources If it voilates any copyrights Please Do drop me a comment they’ll be immediately removed.

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