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How many more do I have to read about:-

Cookie, a St Bernard, left on the road, tried to gather all her courage and survived for 6-7 months. Was rescued but could not survive,
GSD pup with rickets, abandoned. Suffered from distemper, could not survive,
Spitz, Labs, golden retrievers, great danes, rottweilers, pugs, you name it and they are abandoned.

Their crime:- they have grown up and maybe the owners cant coochie coo them as much or are a lill tired of coochie cooing.

Left on the roads to fend for themselves, with no water (they start drinking their own urine at times), no food (start eating their own faeces), no love, no home, none to pet them.

Can we please stop all of this now?

Hope to see you in another life, Kali!

People who know me, also know that I am an ardent dog fan. All dogs, pedigreed, mongrels, small ones, big ones, huge ones, greedy ones, hyper active ones, introverts all.....

This post is dedicated to my darling Kali. Just got to know yesterday that she has passed away. I hope to see you one day Kali, maybe as a dog friend of yours in some other life.

I love you and will miss you this time around when I go home. You could have spent this pujo with me. But I hope you are doing good up there. Miss me, please coz' I do miss you.

Love you always!

Aagomoni

Every morning I take DND flyway to my office. This morning DND had a special surprise for me Kaash phool- a flower which for a Bengali has huge significance. 

Kaash Phool gives us an indication that our biggest festival is almost round the corner. Its time to go back home, meet family & friends. Its time for adda, good food, new clothes, and time with all our near ones for 5 whole days. It means pandal hopping, eating junk, catching up on laughter. 

Its time for Pujo Barshiki, Pujo'r gaan, Pujo'r aalo, Pujo'r makeup, Pujo'r preparation.

Maa Aasche!

Aug 15th, 2012

Kind of was like the perfect day. Had made NO plans-guess this works the best. We dont have any expectations from the day then. Slept till late (as in 9.30am), had a sausage breakfast (yummm). Then lazed on the sofa. Read the newspaper. Watched TV. Cooked good food.

Then the noon was spent kite flying. After lunch, inside an AC room with comforters in place, planned a 3 day holiday-just impromptu. Even again kite flying, dinner of mac and chicken and a movie-really horrible one, but WTH...a movie is a movie (suggestion-run away from the movie: "The Last Few Hrs of The Earth"...or mmm...something like that).

What a perfect day! Seems even the bad movie was perfectly bad!

Wish List

- Have my family with me, so that once I'm back from office I get to see them
-Have husband in the same city as I am in-always
-Never lose my parents, husband and sister
-Never Lose Kublai
-Have a Few More Kublais
-Be able to provide food regularly to atleast a few orphaned dogs for the rest of my life
-Donate my eyes
-Take family for a vacation to the mountains
-Forget certain incidents
-Travel:
  -Ladakh
 -Kashmir
 -Auli
 -Wayanad
 -Andamans
 -Kaziranga
 -Cherrapunjee
 -Paris
 -Venice
 -NYC
 -Athens
 -See Aurora Borealis
 -Scotland
-Sing like a diva
-Learn rabindranritya
-Have a green and colorful home
-Hear a waterfall in my living room
-Have a beautifully smelling bedroom-always
-Own 1 closet full of shoes
-Own a walk in closet full of clothes
-Eat and never put on weight
-Never get migraine ever
-Walk, walk, walk and not feel the pain.........

Unfair To Be Not So Fair?

Today while I was coming back, I heard this from someone: "Ore Gaayer Rongta Ektu Moila". This in English means that person X is not fair complexioned. I have heard this umpteen times while growing up. And then it struck me, the literal English translation of the word 'Moila' in English is 'Dirty'.  And mind you, this is a very polite way of putting things across.


So do we preach that the not so fair complexioned ones are "Dirty"????? I dont know, you decide...

I do...!

Its almost about to be 4 yrs, and 9 yrs that we have been with each other. I am not one of the romantic kinds and the stricter of the 2 of us, you know. But I was wondering, do I...? And I realized
I do...
Miss you, when you go outside without me,
Miss you, when I go outside without you,
Miss you even when I am with my parents,
Like your touch next to me when I am sleeping,
Like your breath on my neck,
Like you taking my bolster,
Miss your BB ringing when you are not around,
Like you talking to Kublai early in the morning and telling him that you love him more than I do,
Miss the sound of the TV airing Ong Bak, or Shanghai Noon, or the others when you are not here,
Miss/Like your futile arguments,
Miss/Like the incorrectly folded blankets by you,
Miss/Like the misplaced pillows lovingly sorted by you,
Miss/Like you telling me that you have sorted the room with a glow on your face,
Miss/Like your tea,
Miss you cooking and the aroma coming all the way upstairs,
Like your smiling face when I agree to visit the mall on a weekend,
Like your mole,
Like your big nose,
Like your half rotten teeth,
Like the way you run your fingers through my hair to make me sleep,
Like the food you get for me when I get my migraine,
Like the songs you have sung for me in all these years, even your tuneless ghazal,
Like all the red clothes that you have given me,
Like the way you gave me the ring,
Like the way you fought for me,
Like the way you were there for me,
Like the way you are......!