Happiness and Luchi

 Childhood.

That most treasured phase of life! That perfect time, when happiness was unadulterated, love was unassuming, and everything could just be made alright by the magical sight of Luchi!

No wonder, we always (if not often) go to draw comfort and the warm fuzzy feeling from the deep and how-so-ever entwined memoirs of that blissful period of our lives -- aka our "childhood"!

And it never fails!

Cut to the present day scene, of late, I have been having some bat-shit crazy days (which unfortunately trickles down to nights). And hence, I go back, and draw my elixir from none other than the fabled land of childhood. And not very surprisingly, it all comes down to that one simple thing. Luchi. Something, that made me feel -- that everything is alright, the world is not bad, and of course, the cats can be avoided.

And so today, I went back to my childhood. To feel, once again that unassuming love. That unadulterated happiness. And that magic!

Yes, this time, I had to make it my myself. This time, there was no waiting with bated-breath for the "phulo luchi" hot on the plate. But, this time too, it was the same excitement, nevertheless, to see the luchi swell up and still be the pristine white!

And then the same mad rush to wolf it all down while hot. Doesn't matter, what I am having the luchi with. That is secondary. Heck, even tertiary, if I may.

And yes, it all felt like that same warm fuzzy feel. Like Bruno hugs. Like Mamma feeding me.

And yes, I live to take the world as it comes, another day!

Two!

Two years ago this day we knew we both can continue talking rubbish on ends
Two years ago this day you knew I was a terrible companion for food
Two years ago this day we knew we had our liquid preferences right
Two years ago this day you promised to make me a better food companion.

I am still a terrible companion for food, and you are still trying to make inroads; and, we have both built up considerably over our shared liquid preferences.

So, here's to candle light dinners, and laughing at lame jokes and midnight conversations and being there for each other.

Here's to a life lived with you, to the moments we have had, and the ones to come.

So please, be the Phil to my Claire and I promise I will be the Monica to your Chandler, just like you have been the Greg to my Dharma~

Here's to turning 2!

And I still love you! :*

p.s. please don't fight for the blanket in the middle of the night!

Love 2019

how difficult is it to find a loved up posed photo for the valentine's day post?


considering the fact that we can still be officially considered as the newly married couple (we are yet to bring on the first official wedding anniversary) and in the past nine months of officially living together we can boast of a decent number of travels together, which definitely means a lot of photos together - selfies and otherwise.


turns out, extremely difficult.


we are both terribly hopeless at it. and we fail miserably at taking "fake candid" too.


hence, not a single 'loved up posed photo' for me to exhibit for today's special.


also, doesn't help with you away. looks like somethings doesn't change much.


lets see, if I can somehow magically conjure up such photo, if not, then a mental note to me and what-is-going-to-be-a-very-vocal-note to you -- we need to have at least one such photo!


and yes, of course, I haven't forgotten you. considering my rant was supposed to be directed at you. doesn't matter that I didn't begin with "my dearest". you have fun in that fancy suite of yours. in those football matches. and eat those fancy foods.


I will wait for my turn here. and yes, you are supposed to make up for it.


happy valentine's, sweets!

2019!

Resolutions.
I have had my bitter sweet relationship with them.
Therefore, I have reached an understanding.
I have decided not to be definitive in terms of the period for them. As a result, it just keeps on adding on to the list of "Wishlist"/"Things to do", etc.
And well, you should always have a list in life, eh!


That said, its also fun to check off things from the list.


And the year that went by, had a decent share of checking off being done! *hee-haw!* Oh also, and some pile on's as well. *not so hee-haw!*


So 2018 had its share of "firsts". I got my permanent roommate and my Bunny replacement (although the replacement doesn't approve of that). First squabbles. And also good share of all those text book firsts. It was also a year of making new friends and starting new traditions of their own sorts. A year of disagreements, some major.


It was also the year of travels. The first half consisting of many across the country trips and the next half of otherwise.


It was a year of celebrations.


And we dropped the curtains, in our respective pjs, doing what we do best!


And the new year began with us being lazy. Supremely. So much so that it was almost spent away in the pjs. That apart, it began with us.


To a cheerful 2019!


p.s. this year's resolution - no more trip-ing out in flights. we run the risk of being broke! only road trips! maybe we'll make Zoom-Car richer this year.

Diwali..Happy wali!

It is a definite sense of achievement when you manage to get a mid week off!
And of course, it is added joy when even the Bae happens to hang around.


Thus began our celebratory mid week off!


With a lot of options for sleeping around the house, we two sloth bears were doing precisely that - sleeping around! The bed, the mattress, the sofa, the two chairs arranged that way. You can imagine and it was done. Gluttony demanded attention somewhere around noon. So, Bae decided to be fancy, going all rustic and traditional, in sync with the festive feeling (all in the mind, we were a couple of very hungry sloth bears, craving for some royal pampering with great tasting comfort food). Turned out, the food wasn't really meant for us, courtesy an unprecedented and uncalled for mishap with the delivery chain.


And so, we decided to make it a day. Finally. For we had enough of being the sloth bears.


Made our way downtown to our all time favourite place. Ordered the all time favourite comfort food, followed by the all time favourite classic food. Then, we two highly satisfied gluttons, made our way out towards the sea, stopping en-route to some festive indulges, for Bae wanted his sloth bear to look unlike a sloth bear.


That being done, the walk to the seaside with the evening breeze in our hair later, we were homeward bound with plans for making the evening and the night grander. And of course, all armoured with the fire crackers (noiseless ones, of course).


Back home, and a quick ramu-kaka-esque session later, with the all the festive adornments, we sat down to make the house home. And of course the mandatory selfie!


It was our Diwali. Happy wali!

Durga Pujo 2018

I have never been the true blue Bong. And for all that is worth, I probably may not even know where from this phrase itself originated.


I have always prided myself to be the pseudo bong. And all my Bong-ness comes to the fore in all its glory in those 4-5 days of Durga Pujo. And in the past one year, one person has significantly added on to my Bong-ness, by entertaining my otherwise pseudo Bong-ness in equal measures. He has always maintained one thing though, A Bong's place is always Kolkata during Durga Pujo. Somehow this year, although we don't sit at the same place any more, I still expected to hear from him and I did! And so, when his earnest enquiry about my whereabouts came to the fore, I could sense, even in the words that he was typing, his sense of achievement and exhilaration, to know that this one fiercely pseudo Bong is also echoing his true blue Bong sentiments.


That's the effect this event has on me. Every year, there is always this inexplicable feel in the air. There is the innate feeling of good things, luck, and happiness in general.


And, therefore, goes without saying, that when you are forced to come to work on such days, your mind is everywhere but at work. And also doesn't help, when you are twinning with the goddess herself. Ah well, at least, one day has to be sartorially identical. Otherwise, what fun is there for the non resident pseudo Bong.


And so, sitting in the room, away from home, reminiscing about the fun and love filled days with the Man, I count the hours left in the day, and the hours until I can run away from this place.


Not to say, my mind is already somewhere on its own.


Ah. I miss my Man today.


This day last year, and even the years before that.


p.s. this year, it will be with the new people. the new people I will learn to call home. and with the person, I call home.

Day 0 : BongAlert

It is the day zero today.


Supposedly the day from when it is officially autumn in India. Alright, let me go around the bush a little. It is the day, when it is officially autumn in the eastern parts of the country, especially the erstwhile princely state of West Bengal.


Also, the day when it all begins for the Bongs, for the most awaited part of the whole year.


Every year, my man diligently adheres to the routine of getting up at what I call as the unearthly hour of the day, searching the radio waves for that one particular channel, and listening to that voice. This year, also it is the same. Undeterred. Unchanged.


I used to be an equal party to this diligent effort when I was still a kid, or a little child. Or at least when I was in school and still living with them. From the time I moved out from the house, this diligence also somehow slipped. I figured I had better things to attend to, sleep being the foremost in that list of things. And so, my man, still undeterred, would continue and then tell me all about his routine. And never did he make me gauge the disappointment in his voice that I have not continued. It was as if, he is doing my share of it as well.


This year too, wasn't looking to be very different. Till the better part of yesterday, I was not planning to start or revisit this routine. But somehow, something changed and I did plan to change the pattern for this year. So, before going to bed, I even cut short on my Netflix binging time, put down my phone and scheduled three back to back alarms for that unearthly hour.


Fast forward to this day, today, the alarm of course rang, unfailingly. And it is anyone's guess, as to how the events could have transpired. I snoozed the alarm, and also deleted the subsequent alarms. Sleep, wins again this time.


But, then this time IS different. Because, this time, I may not have gotten up at that appropriate time to listen to the voice, but I did listen to the voice. Over the course of the day, in instalments, courtesy YouTube and the headphones!


And yes! This year, the routine has been revisited.


And yes, the man has company!


#Mahalaya2018