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Friend.Chocoholic.Tantrum-thrower.Child.Woman.Whatever !!!!!!!!

*Poof* *Unpoof*

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That’s the sound effects as I do my disappearing & reappearing act on the blogworld.

I shall offer up the usual excuses of Work & Family committments.

Work more so, beacuse of the stress and strain. Reporting to a new boss. The endless work. The deadlines. Impossible demands of clients. There was a time when I used to love my work. I think I still enjoy my work. But I just can’t put in my 100% anymore. I just can’t. I feel the wear and the tear. I feel like there is a burden on my back all the bloody time. I have leave, but find it next to impossible to take more than a day or two off. I haven’t been home for longer than a week in almost 3 years now. I find myself offering excuses to friends rather than making a plan and then having to cancel it yet again.

This time though, I put my foot down for the first time and took 4 days off for my sister’s wedding (that’s a luxury for me since the Courts are open). Spent time with myself. With my mom. With my grandmom. With my huuuge family. Went shopping. Just sat in the winter sun and relaxed with my cousins. Wore lots of saris and cribbed about wearing them. Preened like the proverbial peacock when I got the compliments. Especially when I was told that I looked just like my mom when I wear a sari (she is the family beauty and I’m the also-ran :P). Chatted with my grandmother. Did a disappearing act with cousins to go have puchkas at CR Park. Hogged on maach bhaaja (fish fry). And batter fried fish. And fish roll. And maacher kalia (fish curry).And doi maach (fish cooked with curd). And shorshe maach (fish cooked in mustard). And chingri malai curry (prawns cooked with coconut milk).And galda chingri (the biggest tastiest prawns). And kasha mangsho (a mutton preparation). With luchi. And patali gur (date jaggery avaialble only in winters).And tomato chaatni (tomato chutney – no Bong meal is complete without chutni which is eaten as a course in itself). And rosogolla in nolen gurer ros (Rasgullas soaked melted date jaggery). And adda. And cried when I had to wear flats instead of the lovely pencil  heels I had originally planned on wearing with my saris. And showed everyone my sandals & they all dutifully ooohed and aahed over them. Wore a backless blouse with traditional silk sari and scandalised my mother. And she told me to cover up with my shawl because it was cold. And my grandmother told her daughter that when young ladies wear are maaroing tashan, they don’t feel cold (I think she knew about the shots I had taken :P). And made endless cups of chair. And danced complete chhapri (I have no idea how to translate that in English, pliss help if you can) songs with everyone watching. And danced on ‘Desi Girl’ with my two year old nephew. Watched another little nephew’s haathe khodi (This is when the child first picks up a pencil/ chalk and is initiated into the lifelong process of learning and is always done on Saraswati Pujo – The Goddess of Learning & Knowledge). And straightened hair as the baraat (groom’s party) arrived. And switched off the fan & whipped off the razais from two 6 footers because they had to be woken up. And got threatened by them later. And had a fight with my mom because I wanted to wear a cream and gold sari. And watched my gandmom shed a few tears & memories since I had worn her mother’s sari. And lots of adda. And my grandaunt wondering who would get married next so that the whole family would meet again. Which is the cue for all those of marriageable age to disappear. And me to change the topic. Which unfortunately moved to when we planned to start a family. Which was my cue to disappear. And for another cousin to then change the topic. Who disappeared when asked why they were not planning on a second child. And we saw all the old ladies laughing away and almost falling off their chairs as they had basically been taking the case of all the grandkids.

Oh well, you guys get the idea now!!!

Time for me to disappear again….*POOF*

PS: Triewd to upload a few photos, but there’s some problem. Will try uploading them later.


Written by SupMM

February 8, 2010 at 3:49 pm

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  1. Seriously, I’m never reading your blogposts on mondays. We have horrendous food in the mess on mondays, and your blog is so full of food. Grrrr.


    February 8, 2010 at 8:20 pm

    • Heloooo and welcome to my blog Vagabond 🙂

      I shall dedicate my next completely food free post to you and the horrenous mess food in the hostel (I still shiver when i remember our hostel food/ dabbas ) 😛


      February 9, 2010 at 3:42 pm

  2. Me first? Wow, what a lovely time you’ve had Supps. Really fantastic! And girl, you don’t need to feel so guilty/bad about ‘not wanting to give 100% to work’. Its OK, you know! Its a phase..and probably an indication of better things to come.


    February 9, 2010 at 2:24 am

    • Hey Pal…I had a lovely time after ages. Its just so much fun to meet family after ages 🙂

      As for work, I’m trying hard to rectify that, but I never know.I’m just rather confused about certain things in life right now


      February 9, 2010 at 3:45 pm

  3. good memories. i want the food again. and i will go poof if you suggest that its gonna be at my wedding. 😛


    February 9, 2010 at 4:46 pm

    • Its gonna be at your wedding bro…your next in line 😛


      February 15, 2010 at 5:34 pm

  4. interesting! 🙂 Glad to know u had a gr8 time with ur folks. 🙂


    February 9, 2010 at 8:45 pm

    • Hey Ria…yes your right.I had a wonderful time with family.Its so much fun when your from a big family and lots of uncles, aunts, grandparents & cousins are around 🙂


      February 15, 2010 at 5:35 pm

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