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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

My Lill Angel

Woof ! Woof ! Woof !..... Ha! there is some one at the door, Sweety is the first one to run for the main door, her first visitor of the day is the milk man, on seeing him her tail goes tossing up and down, a sign of great affection.
she talks with her royal gestures no less than a queen, her tail and her jumping down ears is her territory of honour, non can dare to touch other than my Husband and me.I love three things in life : my City, my hubby and my Sweety ( my doggy). As I am not keeping well for the past few days, my doc warned me for a complete bedrest, here I lay in my bed and I start writing this poem for my sweet lill' angel.

                                                         My queen....

The legend of my living toy : Sweety

                                                Her sparkling eyes, her spongy paws
Her pinkish mouth, a fairy tail.
An angel of love and innocence above.
A parcel from heaven with faith and love.
A darling, a mermaid, a beauty…
A thousand names would fall short for her.
Her royal walk, full of play , a naughty woof & a silky fur.
Bless her my lord, for her job of master hood.
Her sparkling innocence to all she spreads,
 my treasure, my pound, my dollar
all my love I pour on your creamy collar.
When thunder gurgles, into my arms I find her walk.
The proof of my love, like a wrenched ship in a silent doc
She is the symbol of presence of divinity, of trueness, of love
Like the moon she guides the tides of my heart,
I rise, I fall..
I wish to die at your feet my living Doll.

                                                       she loves to dress up...

Friends  please bless my angel, to be the best mother to her pups, yes! my lill darling is pregnant. I am excited to see her pups. I promise to upload their picx once they come into this world, all those who have a pet at home, I need not tell you, how it feels to have a pet. I like to send god a thank you sms for sending this angel into our life. We love you baby.

Date: 20th dec 2010
my lill angel sweet gave birth to 3 beautiful pups:

                                                                 Sugar, Tiny and Toy

                                                          Sweety playing wid her pups..
I Bet you will love watching this video........

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Being human.

I have been gathering unused cloths from kith and kin from the past few weeks, so that we can donate them to the poor and needy of the City. We choose 12th Dec 2010 for donating these cloths, Sunday is usually a day for celebrating, merriment and get together however this Sunday we choose to steal some time for these people. Calcutta is a place for the rich and poor, this city is like a fortress and we all seek protection here, we all should have a feeling of oneness. I don’t want to talk abut the government or the charity institutes, I’d or rather we’d love to see what we can do for our beloved city.

I got up 5 in the morn, packed all these clothes in separate bags; for kids, for men & for women. Imran & umair came to our place at 6 in the morning, we set off on the bikes, scanning the footpaths, in Calcutta the homeless usually sleep on these footpaths. I always remember Mahatma Gandhi ji’s talisman when ever I am sad or depressed. I quote…
 "I will give you a talisman. Whenever you are in doubt, or when the self becomes too much with you, apply the following test. Recall the face of the poorest and the weakest man [woman] whom you may have seen, and ask yourself, if the step you contemplate is going to be of any use to him [her]. Will he [she] gain anything by it? Will it restore him [her] to a control over his [her] own life and destiny? In other words, will it lead to swaraj [freedom] for the hungry and spiritually starving millions?
Then you will find your doubts and your self melt away."
-         One of the last notes left behind by Gandhi in 1948, expressing his deepest social thought.
               This boy lives on the footpath with his mother, he has no house to stay.

                                             This old man has spent all his life on the footpath.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Calcutta my way...

The mud, rain, cool breeze have joined together to chide the sun, I would say it’s a cold & gloomy day . I love watching the rain drops dripping from leaf to leaf, people walking with colourful umbrellas,  children going to school in a man-powered rickshaw .The people of Calcutta love to do their grocery shopping early in the morning, every locality has a local market, where you can buy fresh fish, vegetables, fruits, spices, fresh meat, flowers, these markets are crowded from 6a.m in the morn till 12noon, in the evening you will find the market bustling with people from 5 in the evening till 10in the night. Woman and men come all the way to kolkata(city) from the near by villages to sell their stuff at these markets, and return home by night boarding the local trains.

Fresh vegetables

                                             A vegetable vendor by the street corner.

I love the Bengali food, The Bengali cuisine emphasizes on fish and lentils served with rice as a staple diet, the Bengali cuisine is known for its subtle flavor world wide. The Bengalis are very found of fish, and the men can be seen in the market place, haggling for the best price of fish, fresh from the river. The most popular ones are Betki and Hilsa. They also look for shellfish especially ‘king prawns’. The Bengalis are very keen on what they eat. The fish Hilsa is best smoked, but has thousand of small and fine bones and thus requires patience. Betki is marinated in mild spices and then either fried or grilled.

                                           If you come to Calcutta & don't taste the fish... you will miss something. 

The men can be seen in the market place, haggling for the best price of fish, fresh from the river. 

If you are invited for lunch or dinner by a Bengali family then make sure that you go with an empty belly, trust me you will be a glutton and may over eat. The Dinner is followed by sweet yogurt or delicious traditional sweets.

                                                Rasagullas....traditional sweets.

                                             Sweet Yogurt( good for digestion) in an earthen bowl.
In the morning around dawn I go for a walk with my dog, I love the fresh air and love to watch the old woman , she is a poor woman can't afford to buy flowers every day so she goes from garden to garden to gather the flowers fallen on the ground so that she can offer them to the goddess, she is a staunch believer of goddess Kali. She says 'maa kali' (mother Kali) will answer all her prayers. Every Tuesday she goes to visit the Kali temple at Kalighat.

She told me the legend of this temple: Daksha, one of the King, he was the father of Sati and father-in-law of  Lord Shiva. Daksha had  made a sacrifice to obtain a son however he omitted to invite Shiva. Sati lord Shiva’s wife felt indignant that this was an insult to her husband. She asked her father  “why is my husband not invited?” the fathers said that her husband wears a necklace of skulls and he dopes, so how can he   invite such a person? Sati felt insulted and put an end to her life, Shiva drunk with loss, transfixed her body on the point of his trident and ran here and there, he was destroying the whole world but Vishnu the preserver came to rescue the world, he flung his disc at the body of Sati & broke it into pieces which fell scattered over the earth, every place where a part of the body fell, became a sanctuary, the head fell in Nepal, Kathmandu ( Kata means cut mandu means head) but the most worshiped place is in Calcutta, Kalighat, the spot which received the toes of the right foot of Sati and there after is known as Goddess Kali. People from all over the world come to visit this temple.  

oh! I love this city. Calcutta is called the Culturat Capital of India, It has temples, churches, mosques, mausoleums of English men, Parsi temples, Chinese temples, Jewish  synagogue, missionaries and is highly rich in handicrafts. The local woman are very talented. 

                                                          Talented local woman