My wife is a diehard fish eater. Most Bengali women are, in fact, created that way. I enjoy my fish too, but not the same way that she does. For her, a fish-less day bears a precarious resemblance to the hapless day Yudhishthira encountered hell. And believe me, she enjoys her fish …
Some are skinning off its bark and boiling it. Some are tearing away leaves for grinding. Yet others are frying them in oil. To apply on ringworm afflicted skin. A panacea for a variety of skin ailments. Many eat the tender leaves. Raw, uncooked. Or, sautéed with eggplant. Helps the liver. Endlessly many chew the [...]
Wonder whose sitar — they’re playing on air now
The news in Bangla’s over
I wish they would start a school that teaches you the art of wooing. I have been exercised over the idea ever since I watched Basu Chatterji’s movie ‘Chhoti si Baat’, starring the ever innocent Amol Palekar and the ravishing Vidya Sinha. I admit I fell head over heals in love with the latter the [...]
The eternal triangle appears to suggest that human destiny could well be governed by geometric patterns. The hypothesis enjoys the support of eminent philosophers, beginning from no less a person than Plato, who asserted that God was a geometer. Indeed, if historians are to be trusted, he had even posted a signboard at the entrance [...]