First Person

It was a dank wintry evening of November 1993 and we had had our fill of Bengali sweets. My girlfriend and I were stepping out of a confectioner’s in Gol Park when I noticed a lanky, slightly slouching, man on the pavement managing to fish out a cigarette from one of his overloaded trouser pockets. He had a weatherbeaten look about him. He lit the cigarette and let a disinterested gaze swoop over the teeming. He could do so, for he stood tall enough, albeit with that unmistakeable slouch. But...

If you look at the photograph, you will know why I wasn't able to resist from putting this up on my blog. This photo provided by the Archaeological Society SAP in Mantua, northern Italy, on Wednesday, February 7, 2007 shows a pair of human skeletons found Monday February 6 at a construction site outside Mantua. Archaeologists unearthed the skeletons, believed to be a man and a woman, from the Neolithic period, buried between 5000 to 6000 years ago. It could be humanity's oldest story of doomed...

Being a Bong, I love jokes about Bongs. This one came as a forwarder a day back. Sometimes I love being spammed. Read on... The A to Jed of the Bengali Alphabet From a poor benighted Kolkatan soul ... A is for Apish(Office). This is where the average Kolkakattan goes and spends a day hard(ly) at work. If he is in the Government he will arrive at 10, wipe his forehead till 11, have a tea break at 12, throw around a few files at 12.30, break for lunch at 1, smoke an unfiltered cigarette at 2...

We Bongs are Anglophiles. We laab Ingreji. And we laab kobita. Someone forwarded this to me. And I must share this with you too. Through the jongole I am whent On shooting Tiger I am bent Bashtaard Tiger has eaten wife No doubt I will avhenge poor darling's life Too much quiet, snakes and leeches But I not fear these sans of beeches Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start But noise is coming from damn fool's heart Taking care not to be fright I am clutching rifle tight with eye to sight...