Sunday, July 22, 2018

To Isha.

Words are superfluous

They roll off my tongue

Like the sweat on a labourer's back

Toiling in the midday sun.

Over and over words failed me

When I first held you on my breast

Unimagined pain, unbridled joy

As you wailed your first little breath.

Words were never adequate

Watching you evolve

From tiny steps to hands that let go

Rippled images that quickly dissolve

Yet my words reached you

I feel them in your heady laugh

Sharp and warm, there were a lot of those

Yet I wonder, were they enough?

You wait for my words

You are certain they will be there

Another throw of hands, another shrug

This mother 'wisdom', another lecture.

But words tire me now

They strip bare this old soul

Forever searching this weary heart

For words that will keep you whole.

I wish I had the magic words

That would keep you forever safe

But I only have only the words I left unsaid

Silence to heal when life will chafe.

Go then, I hold no words for you

Content to watch you take flight

For fly you must and fly you will

On wings that will carry you through the night.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Thoughts from a vagina.

What I took away from a rendition of The Vagina Monologues staged in Kolkata last night.
Momspresso Check out this blog post "Thoughts from a vagina." by Ipsita Banerjee. Read Here:

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Eating the worm.

The early bird eats the worm. That's nourishment, and opportunity. The fish eats the worm on a hook and is captured. That means death, being served on someone's plate for their nourishment. The tequila drinker who eats the worm: he is wasted, there is no nourishment there.  Then there's that children's rhyme that goes "Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I think I'll go eat worms…" that’s not really born of a fear of not belonging, of desperation, of loneliness despite what you think; it is typical to the sort of delightfully disgusting  things that children get pleasure out of. Yes, those eensy, weensy, squeensy, wriggly, squirmy worms: nourishment for the child in you. And while you're at it, do spare a thought for the poor worm, so low in the pecking order: the early worm always gets eaten!

My poems are like that. They are happy and sad, born of joy and protest, written with care and thoughtlessness: some may provide your  soul with nourishment and some may make you squirm....

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Friday, May 5, 2017

AtoZReflections #AtoZChallenge

I survived. yes, this was my fourth year and I survived!
Oh, I was very close to giving up on a few occasions. I was doing two blogs simultaneously (see this site)  and sometimes thought I had certainly bitten off more than I could chew.
This year I also hadn't had the chance to schedule any posts so everything went harum scarum once in a while!
Yet, it all fell in place. Ultimately.
And I met some new people and faces and found other blogs to follow and interesting words to read.

While I was hammering away at the PC in April this year, a few times the thought crossed my mind that I will not be doing the challenge again!

But, you know what, I've go a pretty interesting theme rattling in my head.
Who knows?
Maybe we'll meet again next April.

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Z: Zucchini Spice cake #AtoZChallenge

Ah, Z already. I think I have put on a few calories with all the desserts I have been talking about simply by thinking of them! Z was a bit of a problem... till google threw up the Zucchini Spice Cake at me.
You see, when we were young, I had never heard of a zucchini, much less seen or eaten one. Now with all the fancy vegetables coming in and all the fancy restaurants serving exotic vegetables,  our culinary experiments have become more adventurous and we are more likely to try something new. 
I actually love my vegetables. Not all of them and not all at once but I do. I like some vegetables on the side and fresh salads. Zucchini is pretty interesting in stir fries and salads and even more interesting as a side dish baked with tomatoes. But the husband and the girls don't eat their vegetables so happily... 
So why not try the cake and sneak in some? 
So here is the recipe, thanks to Martha Stewart. 
I'm going to bookmark this for future use. Will you? 

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Y: Yogurt AKA Mishti Doi #AtoZChallenge

No post on desserts is complete without yogurts. Fruity, flavourful yogurts. Raspberry and mango and what not. But the best yogurt is (ask anyone who has had it) the Mishti doi!!! 
Mishti (sweet) doi (yogurt) is the traditional Bengali yoghurt that has been sweetened with 'gur' or mollasses/black treacle. So it is not sweet as sugary sweet but has the flavour of gur. Hence, it is a beige colour (although I must admit my favourite one is white and comes from a shop called Mithai in Calcutta) and can also be made at home if you are adventurous enough. Nowadays they also make it in mango flavour in the mango season but I think I will stick to the traditional one. 
Mishti doi comes with a thick natural layer of fat on the top. That is the cream as it solidifies. Many Bengalis like the "matha" (head) as we call it and many don not. Me? I can have a whole bowl of just the head! 
And after teasing your palate with a full-on meal of shukto, bhaja, daal, fish fry, bhaat, maach, chingri, mangsho and chutney, mishti doi is definitely the perfect ending to any Bengali meal!