'Bangali khabar robibar!'

It has been a complete food paradise-esque scene over the weekend, starting last Thursday. and needless to say, an extended weekend on all aspects.

Beer, bread, beer, fish, bear, pizza, beer, mishti doi, coffee, grapes, single malt, chicken, mishti doi, grapes.
And that's a wrap! #Saturday

Sunday began with the customary coffee. Followed by the ghar ka namkeen, bawa khari (no, i am not a racist. Calling those by that name just gives a definite feel to it which otherwise eludes), marie with peanut butter and muesli. Of course followed by the fruits. You gotta eat healthy after all.

Lunch was typical quintessential bong-ness. All inclusive of the quintessential Bong "laal shaak", "palong shaak sheem diye", "pyaaj diye daal", "daata diye macher jhol". and of ocurse, the daily dose of carbohydrates was being taken care of by the 'canned goods'!

the Dessert scenes being again the quintessential Bong-ness with 'sondesh'. and then the pseudo Bong comes to the fore with Magnum! ;)

With the Dinner under 'work-in-progress' it is going to be yet another great food haul day. Motorshuti'r  kochuri and kosha mangsho, may be? Anyone?

p.s. "you look healthy" is his way of saying "you are fat!" Guess, it's time to go running again.
p.p.s the mad bunch needs to come more often.

Begin Again

I am never an event sorta person. What I mean, I am never the conventional follower of the event. i make my own events. I can even make an event out of a very mundane Monday, for crying out loud and to say the least! So now you get a fair idea of what I mean when I start blabbering on events and me and me not being an 'event'ful person! (sic)
Yes. I am a 'PUN'-y being too!

And today is not a Monday.
It's the weekend
Reason enough for the happiness.
It's the Saturday too! Much more happiness.

Also, it ain't the beginning. Again for the conventionalists.(And no, i don't know if that's even a word. but i invented that just about now. Grammar Nazis, don't pick up on this. freedom of speech, people!)

It is already three weeks into the first month of yet another year. But it still is the first for me. It is the first with my crazy bunch of people in town! And reason enough to paint the town Red ;) and turn the house upside-down. (the OCD'd me shudders!)

Already, two days down with this crazy bunch. And such be the craziness, that this finds it's way on the third day.

And it is just the beginning! Yet again.

Time to ring in the year. The way we do it. With craziness. With liquid gold (or amber). With too much of food. With too many much of munches. With being "us".

p.s. #NeverSettle *ecstatic*
p.p.s The other side definitely beckons now. With Emirates upping its enticing factor. And of course, there is never any dearth of instigating people. So much for my restrains. And I am seriously considering. *hahaha*
p.p.p.s Quite a few firsts, already :)

*when was the last time you did something for the first time:)*

'first' for the year!

It's been a while since I have roobished.
Or even blabbered.
Or even scribbled.

Speaking of which, I know it's been quite more than just 'a while' when the fb wall post pops up as a memory showing up scribbles from more than  a year back. So, a quite note to self, gotta get back to it. Now that I have brand new graphites! (My Christmas gift from my darling Santa! No, I ain't growing up anytime soon.)

So, that apart, already a week and a day over to yet another year. And yes, nostalgia hitting hard. And of course it doesn't help my cause, when mi amor pile on to those. So, the seventeenth of the millennium begins on a nostalgia-stricken note almost bordering on 'I-wanna-go-back-to-the-other-side-of-the-planet-soon' hysteria. And of course, when you have the beloved(s) agreeing with you, all you are short of is THE plan for the other side. (soon enough!)

Now, the customary posts deserves the customary reflections.

And if I have to,  can vouch for the fact that I was never 2016's baby. Let alone be the favourite. And that's devoid of any sarcasm. Somehow we never really agreed with each other, I'd say. Always at logger heads. Swords drawn on the battle field. Though, it began on a note which made me think and speculate that we might end up on a loving note. But, bleh! What the hell. And me, being the obstinate brat, the never-the-one-to-give-up sort, well, I made sure I see through the whole of 2016. And I did. And how!

2016 was the most trying 366 days of my life so far. And it had been the most effective teacher till date. Taught me the basic 'ABC' of "how to read". People. Situations. Lines. Faces. You name it. I feel like a pro, to the extent that I can now host a '101::How to read'. And that says a lot.

2016 was also the year, when I kept the promise I made to the City on that rainy day 5 years back. And yes, the City remembered. Because, everything can never be bad. And my belief that there's some 'good' in everything still stands tall and strong.

2016 was the year of many firsts. Some good. Some terrible. Some most cherished. Some hard learning.
The year when I met M and had us in the same frame after ages.
The year where I lost some of my loved ones.
The year that taught me how to be unwavering.
The year that taught me the true example of 'face-off'.
The year that instilled in me in a more deep-rooted fashion, the essence of trust and faith and the never-tolerating persona of being lied to.

The year that showed me who really matters.
The year that taught me, everyone isn't worth the effort.

And the year that re-instated the belief of "there's always a first time" (sic).

There were a lot of firsts for me. And I regret not a single one of them. For, my Man told me once, "Never regret a single thing in your life. Everything happens for a reason. The reason may not be evident that point of time. But it always exists. All you need is to just tilt your head and look at it. And you'll see."

Somehow I know, whatever goes round, comes round.

Cheers to the next 357 worth of teachings.

p.s. dancing to some crazy kick-ass DJ mixes in heels for 4 hours while balancing the glass full of amber wealth in the hand (never letting even a drop of it to spill). another first! *hee-haw*
p.p.s. when was the last time you did something for the first time? *wink!