Saturday, September 1, 2012

ogo amar agamani alo (raag: malkosh)

ogo amar agamani alo
jalo pradip jalo..

ei shoroter jhonjhabaate
nishar sese rudra'bhate
nibhlo amar pother bati
nibhlo praner alo..

ogo amar pothh dekhano alo
jibonjyotirupey sudha dhalo dhalo

dik harano sonkapothe asbe
arun raate asbe kokhon asbe
tutbe pother nibir aadhar sokol dishar kalo
bajao alor kontho bina
ogo porom bhalo!

Friday, August 31, 2012

Moskara

Kokhono bhabo poshyo
kokhono korcho nogno
kokhono jhonkarmondre
bideshibongshojaat botua nariye
janan dichho
poysha na thakle
hotodoridrer
beche thakao
jeno bojh!
Ei buschalok
koylasromik
rutir dokaner
amalin kutshit
sisugulio jodi
ekdin bole bosey
"aar kaj korbona"

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Phire jai

Misey jai dhire dhire megheder bhire
sriti-bisriti ashey bare bare phire
rong dhala roktim golmal praate
rajdhani rahajani chholonay maate
Mon chai ure jai dhulikona dorey
jekhane siuli jhore kakdaka bhore

Eso amar gharey

Manusher khide khub
Kokhono tar mahamari rup
doittyo rupe grash kore,
 kokhono ba sombhogkamonay irshakator!

Unmad dunia te roktohori khele manush..

Jopi shoktisthob,
Khudha rupey songsthito hou sorbobhute
Eso trishna rupe, muche dao hahakar
agnirupe ghuchao aandhar..

Meye dekha

Kolur bou saatsokale dhowa deye unane ekta ketli chapiye,
kolu jay meye duti ke school-e charte tarpor beyara hoye faiformas khatte,
kolur bou oi dokan ta chalay, cha biri panmasala esob kene lokey!

Sondhyebelay kolu bosey hiseb kose r or bou ta kokhono bajare jay,
kokhono meyegulo ke poray

Rojkar ei ek kalo kalo drisyo dekhe klanto hoye jawa chokhe
ekdin kheyal kori ora ekhan theke chole geche

E aar emon ki!
Flyover er aseypasey koto lok morey tomader oi TV dekhei to sekha

Sedin raate channelbaharkortonkortobyo korte giye dekhi kriti chhatro chhatri der dekhache
Kolur meye duto ke ekhane dekhte pabo?

Gender Judhho

Durnibar bohushoyonsongo lobdho hoyeo amar khosmejaj, purusjonme esob hoyei thake!

Amarii boyesi soddo ponchobingshe uttirnaa meyeti othocho sei ekii kaj kore holo beshya.

Tobe khatay note ta ki rakhi?

Sorir ekti mandir, ekti dharmasthan naki nari ekti commodity-r namantor?

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Mahalaya: Dhyana Mantra, Devi Chandi (2)

Sinha-sthaa-shashi-shekharaa Marakata-prakhyaa 
Chaturbhir-bhujaih shankham-chakra-dhanuh-sharaan- shcha 
dadhatim netrai-s-tribhih shobhitaam

Aamuktaangada-haara-kankana-ranat-kanchik-kana-nupuraa 
Durga Duragati-haarini bhavatu no ratno- 
llasat-kundalaa

Mahalaya: Dhyana Mantra, Devi Chandi

Ya Chandi Madhu-kaitabh-aadi-daitya-dalani, 
Ya Mahishon Mulini
Ya Dhumrekshana-chanda-munda-mathani
Ya Raktabeejaasani

Shakti Shumbha-nishumbha-daityadalani
Ya Siddhidaatri Paraa

Saa Devi Nava-koti-murtisahitaam
Maam Paatu Vishweshwari

Mahalaya: Nama Chandi, Nama Chandi

Namah Chandi Namah Chandi
Jago roktobijnikinkini jago mahisashurobimardini
uthe sankhomondre abhrabokhho sonka sononi krondi!

taba khargasakti kripanikanta
shatrushasan tandri
nacho singhabahini ghana hunkare indrarichom tondri!

tumi konokchondro jhonkare haano
kar'kadambajaley
sab rathakuranga chinna chinna sutikhno karaboley
nacho dhumronetro donjumunjo chokropath nikhandi
nacho tata thoi tata thoi proloy nrityo (2)
dhongshe badhon bondi!

Mahalaya: Rig Veda, Devi Sooktam

Aham rudrebhir vasubhir charami
Aham aadhithyer uta vaisvadevaii
Aham mithra varunobha bibhrami
Aham indragni, aham ashvinobha
(I move with Rudras and Vasus, I walk with the Sun and other gods, I esteem mitra, varuna, indra, agni and aswini devas)
 

Aham somam ahaanasam bhibhrami
Aham thwashtaaramr utha pooshanam bhagam
Aham dadhami dravinam havishmathe
Supravaye yajamanya sunyathe
(I esteem soma, which is extracted, I support thwasthi, pushan and bhaga, I give wealth to those who perform yagna, who reach the God with offerings)
 

Aham rashtri samgamani vasoonam
Chikithusee pradhama yagniyaanam
Thaam maa devaa vyadhaduha puruthra
Bhuristhathram bhoyaar visayanthim
(I am the one who gives wealth to the nation, I am the first one to whom this sacrifice is addressed, the Gods have found my manifoldness and enter into it and take possession of the manifoldness)
 

Mayaa so annamathi
Yo Vipasyathi ya pranithi
Y aim shrunothi yuktham
Amaanathvo maam tha upa khsiyanti
Shrudhi shruthi shraddivam they vadami
(I am the power which makes one eat the food, to see, to breath, and to hear what I am saying, they who do not believe me perish, and I am telling you the truth, hear with attention)

Aham yeva swayam idham vadhami
Jushtam devebhir utha manushebhi
Yam kamaye tham tham ugram krunomi
Tham brahmanam tham rishim tham sumedham
(I am myself telling this which man and God should try to understand, the one whom I love, I make him mighty, I make him Brahmin, I make him the sage, I make him wise)
 

Aham rudraya dhanura thanomi
Brahmadwishe sharava hanthava vu
Aham janaya samadham krunomi
Aham dhyayaprithwi aa vivesha
(I stretch the bow to Rudra, so that he who hates Brahman is hurt by the arrow, I bestow equality on people at war, I am throughout the heaven and Earth)
 

Aham suvepitharamasya moordhan
Mama yonir apswatha samudhre
Thatho vi thishte bhuvananu vishwotha
Amum dhyam varshamanopam vishva utha
(I brought about the progenitor in to earth, I sprang from the water of the ocean, and from there I spread through the universe, I touch that heaven with flowering body)
 

Ahameva vatha yiva vatha yiva pravami
Arambhamana bhuvanano viswam
Paro dhiva para yena prithwya
Yaithavathi mahinaa sam bhabhoova
(I blow like fierce winds which commences from the universe, which extends far beyond heaven and far below earth and I have become very gross because of this)

Monday, August 20, 2012

Reflections: Intentionally fictitious!



The alumni bankers would be cautious of lending, the alumni marketers would spend eyes-wide-open nights before carrying a flag for his work, the alumni HR would mystify employee policies rather than beautifying it as life's boiling down to "love, trust and dhokha"..

There was a time when long haul of aspiring candidates shadowed the foyer of IAMT..

and then some shallow brains were put to power, some great minds walked away..
and they felt a zone restricted to no-life-no-respite-no-vacations, no-food-no-fan, grease-well-n-gain-well would conceive and define new managers..that's too at a time when any job is perceived as one's identity and not merely a headache..

Then, there was fog..
fog in the two pairs of eyes who shelved out their best to find their child with essential happiness of life..
the fog perched in the gruesome, food-less summer noons, two years back with loan papers, two years hence, with a printed profile in hand rumbling down the streets..

Then showered wishes..
priceless ppt owners turned to well wishers, no-grease-pay-fine monarchs now cherish to become lifelong mentors..

Now comes the labyrinth of great expectations..
you absorb and digest anything happened, it is just the way life is..

and alone walks everyone, forsaken, bereft..

Restitute

FB cannot escape the blame for allowing me to write stuffs disliked by countless. Needless to say, I cannot help writing and with such a lazy noon, I couldn't really fix it.

Nostalgia being the strongest emotion known to man drives my fingers over the keyboard to share a glossary of some of the 'never to return' stuffs of INMANTEC days that slowly turned to analgesics as they keep coming back to memory!

Trip to Bus Adda: Provides the A TO Z of day to day life as you speed and champion everything in 90 minutes (6.00 PM to 7.30 PM)

Ragging: An activity performed by seniors to induct juniors in the same lines of frustration!

Library: OMG! Is there so much I don't know!

Cheap Stores: Some hundred reams of A4 sheets that made managers

Notice Board: The Messiah, it would decide sniffles or giggles!

Registrar office: Believe it or not, it never showed a bill "trespassers to be prosecuted", yet was the strongest conviction

CR: Each of his/her bouncers will make you stand perplexed!

Summer and AC: Haunting first years, studiously ignored in second years

PPT: We live them, be it callous or cutting through silly points

Assignments: Mr. India+Mr. Beans, appears from nowhere, unnecessarily

Holiday: Like Plan Holiday, once in a Plan Century!

Chiranjeev Vihar, RDC: Official entertainment partners

Love Affairs for not-so-pretty goons: Random thoughts of a demented mind

Love Affairs for the pretty lots: Don't think. Just do it!

Proxy: Art of being in two places simultaneously. Caution: Kills on careless handling and large doses

Breakfast: The most insignificant thing man discovered

Sunday Breakfast: Apples of Hesperides, you late, you miss all the fun!

Gyan's tea shop: The Lower House, every bill passed is critically evaluated

Attendance: Official nightmare, a lethal threat

Examination time table: Much ado about nothing

Trimester ends and exams: Remember Julius Caesar's contemplation of death?

Guest Speak sessions: Pseudo-intellectual pastime!

Finance for Marketing guys: It's better to keep quiet and let others think you are stupid than to open your mouth and remove all doubts

Marketing for Finance guys: Provision for Bad Debts

HR for Marketing guys: Never seen, never heard, always present!

Dasna Railway Fatak: Beggars can never ever be choosers

Internships: Bend over backwards, last time! Next time we are Big Bs'

Campus hostel rooms after dinner: "Just Married, please excuse us, c ya at breakfast" zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.. srnnkkkkkkk..

NH 24 (In our times): Second most time saving invention; first is undoubtedly Delhi Metro

Placements: The clarion call that brightened our days with hopes of impending successes

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Utterly butterly everlasticious

Photo: Utterly butterly everlasticious, world's longest running campaign celebrates 50 years! The book ''Amul's India'' released yesterday is a must-read! 


Wht began as a small co inda 40s blowed up asda white revolution inda subcontinent. N hw surreptitiously the natkhat mascot as inspired from Lord Krishna, the makhhanchor flowed in2 da lives of millions. N inda age of no tv and roadshws, barely radios!




N thus inciting happy hormones n developing a legendary connect wth the indian audience! A superb inspiration 4 1000s working in brand n mktng commnctn, the 50yrs young girl set an unique perspective on bth da communication media n da message!


And, undoubtedly written in butter as it engages customers wth rejoice (going beyond recall-recognition paradigm) it feels like some of the beautiful feelings inda world are still INDIAN!

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Reflections

Salil Chowdhury's poem recited in an exclusive interview to DD Kolkata in my own words:



I am known by numerous alias and countless facets!
I am seen crawling the ladders of slavedom across the fields, over the road, inside the workhouse, around the furnace or may be slouching off the doors fuelling the dream for a job.
I am found everywhere; even when you look at the mirror, I reflect back!
Mowing down the hills of struggle and labor, I pile up dusts of money, log of gains; and as more the cadence goes off, the more it feels worthless.
I plough, I ply; I too get hungry and I often lie!
As the day’s dose knocks off and the moment of love takes over, of nowhere the weary soul shrills out: made of flesh, blessed of a life, I’m too a human, the breeze of peace chimes the mind.
Afar, the worries muse and overcast, perhaps the children born of me will be poached to grind the stone and held the mast.
They would too be wheeling the roar into an endless road blot by “alias” and “facets” , maneuvered to bring along thousands in future, enslaved and tacit!



Original:

Amar onek nam
Amar onek mukh
E desher pothe ghate mathe prantorey
Kole kinba karkhanay niyoto dashotto kori
Othoba bekar hoye ghure mori
Amake nischoy tumi dekhecho kothay
Hoyto tomari ghorer rakha aynay
Dashotyer ghani tene munafar pahar baniye roj bhabi mithye ei keno e beche thaka
Othocho Bacha kacha choto choto mukh
Bichanay alingone ratre pawa sukh
Langol chalai kinba machine chalai peter balai
Opomaan obohela soye sese ghore phire ese kichukhon mukti pai
Bhalobasha shinchito aloy mone koriye deye amio manush
Kichukhhon santi pai
Abar chinta bhore
Mone hoy etogulo sisu kritodash
Oder ki jonne jonmo debo aj
Orao to amar moto hoye jabe muk, hoye jabe nam
Nirontor dashotyer britye ghure ghure
Orao to jonmo debe sisu kritodash!

Saturday, June 9, 2012

A poem for the sake of revealing!

The photo frame with the fond memories framed within!
The cessation of life, no matter how easy it goes with millions
is not quite a pittance!
Moving through the daily chores is not the defining end; with the life ending,
it peels off and open revelations - of existence, the codes of sobs, sniffles and laughter.
Finally, when the farmhouse is vacated, it is understood how precious is this gift called LIFE.
"I am mighty - mightier than to die, last words 'fore goodbye!"

[Last verse adapted from Mrityunjoy (Immortal) by Tagore]

Friday, June 8, 2012

A city night and three souls of euphoric gusto


I met Ivy today after a long time!
It was back in Calcutta when I found this damsel in her mid teens, too quiet yet most endearing. And almost ten years after, she is more gorgeous and was sharing her crackerjack experiences of discotheques in Delhi with the gangofgirls; unusually sparkling eyes were associating the narration! The style of living has certainly changed, thanks to load of attributes carried by movies and media. We talked about future, far and near. She said she'll get married off to a B'lore based IT professional but sounded quite apprehensive while taking it further with me. "Why, you must be too happy about it!" She replied with a positive note but didn't missed to express in gestures and kinesics her quest whether the dreamt-off future will be too cherishing.
She had broken relationships with two guys in recent past and was unhappy about the way all of them led it to futility. The wheeling of the camaraderie started under the bluish haze in some pub of Delhi and apparently took a wrong turn. Luster, waltz and wine were shared but then, the amazing walkway of life got lost in maze. The tinge of love turned into a pun making her even disquieted about being happy.
Ivy is lost; she is no more the one who used to laugh quietly and most meaningfully to the unmusical songs I hummed once, she is now an intriguingly reticent wayfarer moving across the timelines of life and trying to hide tears with her flabbergasting chronicles of Delhi discos!


Bittoo called up to plan a weekend party. He was my Finance lecturer, later colleague and now, a good friend. (Good friends are those who disturbs and abuses each other unnecessarily only to burst into laughter!)
His drinking habits and dangling around girls have reached ultimate recklessness out of marooned desires!
I was little too caught up in middle of meetings, sudden rains and a what-to-do-where-to-go businesses.
The west wind was strong on the 10th floor balcony, much captivating than what pegs can afford to two ever-thirsty souls.
"Hey, ha ha, look at this SMS, 'all girls are stupid...Why?'"...
"Not all, at least Trina, is it..!" I poked.
A swift silence slipped along with the cool breeze and roared into the room.
Bittoo and Trina were about to marry but it didn't go that far.
Trina wanted to be financially independent and Bittoo condemned it always. It has gone beyond count how many times I told him not to be too blatant in front of us on these issues and with Trina around. But his complexes compelled him to take decisions on a relationship that could have been flowered into unbelievable shade of colors for next thirty years.
They parted ways. Bittoo is a well-established yet scotch-stricken bachelor by now and Trina, after long battles with misfortunes has succeeded as a single mom serving prestigious news daily.
"Go back to Uncle and Aunt, they must be waiting for you to bring home a pretty bride soon", I was nervous yet couldn't stop throwing it up.
A chunk of silence followed.
I lit up a cigarette and was feeling too sozzled.
Bittoo opened FB; "hey, look at Trirav, he is trying to get up and walk, such a little red devil he is, my little champ will surely be a soccer player someday you know!", Bittoo uttered in an extra energetic yet reposeful manner.
I gazed at the photograph. Trirav (Bittoo's coinage, Tri = Trina, Rav = Gaurav/Bittoo) aka Tirtha is the two years old son of Trina and her divorced husband.
Life takes away lot of colors as well but the new shades that are given back can be more enticing.


The rain has stopped suddenly. My rickshaw was plying through the shadowed reflections of the street lights over the rain-drenched road. Another rickshaw crossed from behind addressing "I went to and fro Sarita Vihar to Metro station till 11 'o clock yesterday."
"Oh, kudos you must have made your day", replied the other.
"Oh no, after returning home I found one hundred and eighty rupees missing!"
"God, what a waste!" and the former one moved out of the range of conversation.
I was alarmed. If fifteen rupees means 2 kilometers, this guy has traversed 12 kilometers carrying passengers without anything! And back at their home awaits hungry kids, poverty, pay-outs to local lenders.
I came out in an ostensibly lighter note "May God be good!"
"God is not there for us, Saab. We earn and fight and lose on our own. We are sure our kids will follow soon. But, we are also sure they will too do well. This is how we did well and they will, too!"
I am ambiguous whether to call it a lesson/learning or an emotional conjunction of higher order yet I find a lot of moral boast irrespective of what it appears to be technically.
"Nice to hear from you, want to have some tea?"
"No (thanks) will be better off with some more trips!" He rushed.


This H-Block market is wonderful. Every day I sit beside the road with a cup of tea watching many Ivys, Bittoos, Trinas, Tirthas and rickshaw-wallahs moving merrily. Different ambitions, different achievements, elevated and escalated life-style but tuned to one certain string. What?

"All through the darkness of night, I keep alight the lamp on the corner stand of my room and waiting.
Perhaps, the time has come to blow it off; O the overflowing moonlight, even the gloom in corners of my heart is deluged!"
(Tagore)

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Glimpses from Bengal..um!

Certain thing which represents Bengal is replete with high spirits.

With the advent of August, carrying autumn with her, Bengalees gear up for Eid, Kite Flying Festival followed by Durga Puja celebrated as a week-long carnival in Bengal (aka Bengalees all over the world).

All these celebrations are countered with MISHTI (the bengalee term for Sweets and applicable for anything that seems sweet!), the most essential part of a resplendent Bengali lifestyle!

Though it is not Bengalees, but anyone from any corner of the world, who has ever been in touch with the sumptuous sweet dishes of Bengal has become its undisputed evangelist!

Scroll down to get information about a few of them.

Rasgula, but the original pronunciation being Roshogollah, is the survivor from a few people (may be) of the world who said "not good!" For others, it has spread its aura to become an alchemist for its fans. This sweet has its roots in Orissa, but the confectioner (or Moyra in Bengali) was Nobin Chandra Das (read Naveen). His successors are now one of the most famous Calcutta based confectioners with shops all over the world, popularly known as KC DASS.

Shondesh, as it is known, is a dessert prepared by the home-made cheese of two variety, soft baked (or Norompak, as norom = soft) and hot/hard baked (or Kowrapak, Kowra = rigid)! There's even others; Tal-shasher sondesh (or sweet dish made of the yolk of coconut palm), Nolengurer Shondesh (Nolen = etymologically Naren, depreciated in Dhaka's diction, it is the sweetdish made of molasses with no use of sugar)!

FIRNI or PAYESH (in Bengalee), being the birds of same feather started its journey much before the renaissance of Bengal had started. The Islamic traditions of food and sweetdishes have found a perfect blend with eastern trends of solicitation during the time of Bengal's architect Nawabs like Shiraj-ud-dulla (read Sheraz-ud-daulah). The characteristic difference between the two is that Firni is served as a cold-dessert whereas Payesh is served lukewarm.

ZARDA or SITABHOG in Bengalee, is also a Persian-Bengal fusion aptly made centuries ago for a soulful taste. By now, Zarda and Sitabhog hardly have any difference except the names and their native styles of cooking.

LEDIKENI, named after Lady Canning, the beautiful wife of the British Governor General Lord Canning, is said to have sold her million dollar worth necklace for this special sweetmeat that later found its name after her. Being an abridged edition of GULABJAMUN in north India, this sweet unlike the latter, is solely made from home-made cheese (or chhana) and is said to have taken great care so that the milk does not ferment more than two times ata specific temperature. For such reason, the Burdwan (or Bardhaman) district of Bengal specilizes in the recipe of this sweetmeat. Its alter ego is, in fact, far more reputed; it is called LYANG-CHA. Interestingly, in Bengalee, Lyang stands for kick and Chaa is tea! Shaktigarh, famous for Lyangcha in Burdwan district makes each piece of more than 500 gms. each with a length of 7 to 8 inches.

CHANDRAPULI PAYESH is a crossbreed of PAYESH and MALAI. It is served to the JAMAI (or daughter's husband) by every in-law during his annual visit to the bride's house every year after marriage. The occasion is called JAMAI SOSTHI (or the Ode to the son-in-law to all worldly grace) where the SASURI (or the Mom-in-law) must cook new recipes every time. It is believed that Chandrapuli can stir up sweet romances between the couple!

MIHIDANA or the clone of Boondi of North India is not exactly the photocopy! When Boondi is a mix of Gram-flour (or Besan in Hindi), Mihidana is made of homemade cheese mixed with milk powder. It probably owes its name to the famous mathematician BARAHA MIHIR of Orissa who liked this dessert!

MALAI CHOMCHOM is a hybrid of CHOMCHOM in Bengali (Chomchom, a Vietnamese word for Rambutan, also Chom Chom Advertising = an advertising strategy with a strict budget betting on a single individual as a master card, not an organization, not any group) meaning Boat. The finest varieties are available in leading restaurant chains all over the world.

RASMALAI or ROSHOMALAI in Bengalee, is now one of the exotic sweet dishes and is preferred due to a rich taste and its innate capacity to melt inside the mouth. Once again, this dish is served by all leading restaurant chains serving Bengali Food.

So, next time you visit Kolkata, don't miss to tickle on your toes and go for a footloose in the city searching for some pure tastes of ecstasy. Also, for Bengali cuisine, both veg. and non veg., do not miss the following if you are visiting Kolkata:

Sen Mohashoy for varieties (Sealdah, mohashoy = Mr.)

KC DASS for Roshogollah (Esplanade)

Bhim Nag for Shondesh (Bowbazar)

Girish and Nakur for Kawrapaker Shondesh (Near Bethune College, College Street)

Arsalan and Shiraj for Firni (Park Circus Junction, don't worry, they have separate provisions for Veggies)

Haldiram's - a 20 minutes drive from Airport

All these sweet shops are located in North Calcutta only with a mutual distance of 4-5 kms. from each other, but take care due to head-wrenching traffic!

Also, try to take dinner in any of the following (once again, don't worry; Calcutta is quite conscious about veg. and non-veg. hospitalities):

Chinese Restaurants in China Pot'ti (or Chinese Slums) lies at a 5 kms. drive from Park Circus/Science City Auditorium. Although available in GK II, Rajouri and Saket in Delhi, I prefer going to Mainland China in Kolkata for a heavenly dinner! Try out private dining in Silver Arcade on Halden Avenue.

Halden Avenue, although, reminds me of my first job nearby and of course, Oh! Calcutta. The ambience and the hospitality are great and yes, it is also in Nehru Place now (International Trade Tower, Delhi).

Another great place would be MARCO POLO on Lansdowne Road. The concept was to bring a blend of Italian spices into Indian dishes. The 'Spicy Lamb Roast' is awesome! Also, "Chocolate Sandwich Vignette"!

Bengalee people believe in a whole-hearted lunch than a dinner. Most of the exquisite bengalee dishes are served during lunch only. 6, Ballygunj Place on Ballygunj Place can be hit for a mindblowing lunch with Posto Narkel Bowra (Roasted dumplings of coconut and poppy seeds), Moog Mohon (lentils with distinct flavor of mango, ginger, coconut), Chhanar Malai Curry (cottage cheese dumplings cooked inside a tender coconut), Begun Bashonti (Succulent brinjals cooked in a mustard flavored curd gravy), Pur Bhara Doi Potol (Coconut, poppy seed and mustard stuff waxed into the finger-gourd or parwal), Mochar Ghonto (banana florettes with coconut and potato with cumin) for veggies and Golda chingrir Chiney Kabab (Stuffed jumbo prawn flavored with hot spices), Daab Chingri (prawns roasted in a tender coconut, will surely melt in your mouth!), Kakra Shorshey (Deboned crabs in a traditional mustard gravy), Bhapa Ilish (East Bengal/Bangladesh's pride, hilsa in a mustard gravy packed inside banana leaf foliage), Chital Machher Muitthya (Clown KnifeFish cooked in spicy gravy), Tel Koi (Bengal's favorite dish across every household, Climbing Gouramie cooked in mustard and cumin), Murgir Tramfrado (Chicken cooked in spicy coconut gravy and flavored with lemon leaves), Kosturi Mangsho (Mutton curry flavored with lemon leaves and coconut milk) for people who wants to take a nibble of much-heard Bengali fish!

Another one (quite low-cost and better if you take a home-delivery to your place) would be BHOJOHORI MANNA (after a famous Manna De song on the bawarchi) on Hindustan Road. Special dishes here includes Mochar Paturi (Banana florettes baked hot inside pooy and coconut milk waxed banana leaf foliage) for veggies, Sylheti Mangshor Chaap (Mutton Curry with lemon, cumin, poppy, famous in Sylhet district of Bangladesh), Ilish machher matha diye pui shak (The head of Hilsa Fish crisped with Malabar climbing spinach) for others. Chutney (a sweet finale before desserts, too significant in Bengali cuisine) made of Tomatoes, Almond, Berries and Date Palm is quite famous here.

Don't you have a Bengalee friend who would invite you in his house for a meal? If you think you will miss the typical Bengalee hospitality of serving the food and drawing satisfaction on viewing that food is being thoroughly enjoyed by the foodies, strike the right chord @ TERO PARBON (Tero = 13, Parbon = Festival, it is said that Bengalee festivals exceeds the count of months in a year!) near Hindustan Park. Coming up as one of the most sophisticated places of Bengali food, don't forget to book the table at least a day before you go there, especially during Durga Puja! Special dishes served are Alu Peyajkolir Torkari (Potato and scallions smashed into a curry with cinammon and garlic), sonamooger dal o jhinge posto (one of the favorites of bengalees, golden lentils soup with smashed coconut along with curry of potato, Ridge Gourd and smashed poppy) for veggies and for others, mourola machher jhal (Spiced whitebait), Topsey machh bhaja (Mango Fish baked in butter), Malai mangsho (mutton/chicken made with stuffed curd or malai), Mangsher Golghor (once a famous place for cooked mutton in Shyambazar area of North Kolkata, Golghor still tides into memory for many Bengalees) etc.

If you are not a foodie who likes to taste different dishes of a native place, the best place to sit with a company into some good restaurants like BARBEQUE NATION on EP-DP Block, Salt Lake or PETER CAT (food is just too delightful and toothsome, you miss Chicken Chelo Kabab there and you miss a grand living) in Park Street. These are best places where one can find cosmopolitan foods being served.

I won't force anybody but AMBER (one of the best places of cosmopolitan foods post-British era and before Oberoi Group opened GRAND, Calcutta) on Waterloo Street and LAZEEZ on Elgin Road are my personal favorites. But they are not as grand as the former and prices are horribly high!

Calcuttans (not Bengalees this time) loves a word: BIRYANI! Nobody can count how many CALCUTTANS have given up lives when Biryani were denied to them, and how many poems of bereavement and love-lost I have written during this 3 years-long stay in Ghaziabad and Delhi! Only because all of us miss the great taste and flavor and admiration and tears and smile BIRYANI brings us!

Certainly, if you are also another Biryani moron like us, the Mecca of your desires lies right at Park Circus. ARSALAN, ZEESHAN,SHEERAJ, TURAN, SHAHEEN, NAUSHAD and AMINIA are Greek-gods for us! Visit these places for a finger-melting taste available at an economic expense!

Finally, beverages!

One place would be quite cool and much distanced from all the dins and bustles of the city. The ambience is simply great and you could, once again, find every taste fitting you! That's SOURAV'S THE FOOD PAVILLION, run by the Former Captain of Indian Cricket Team, Sourav Ganguly. Try French Pape Red Wine (got a huge name in original) which would cost you around 6K but surely, it's worth the price! Aperitif, Rye and Bourbon are also available!