A Foodie Introspection~

♥ I have an answer now… Yes I love Leonardo Di Caprio. :D

♥ The power of my taste buds have enhanced dramatically. Wow! They now like eggs.

♥ Butter. Butter. Butter.

♥ I love the flavors of coriander leaves and lemon.

♥ My love for ketchup is back : D

♥ Maggie. I don’t think I can live without you. Sorry I tried to.

♥ I still end up ordering butter chicken.

♥ Pizza! Trust me you taste good but sorry I won’t spend on you.

♥ Momo. My appetite for you hasn’t decreased a bit. I can still eat 2 plates of you, all alone. :)

♥ I can’t be a vegetarian. I don’t even try to. Once in a while the thought of turning a vegan dawns upon me but there is this one greater force that successfully pulls me away.

♥ Don’t ask me. I won’t tell you who or what that greater force is. :p

♥ Chinese Cuisine. I get this strange craving for you often. Very often

♥ Roasted duck. You are sill on the top of my wishlist. Please get out of it soon.

♥ Daab-chingri. You rule!!

♥ Dear Taste of Kolkata, thanks for those unforgettably mouth-watering crispy lamb.

♥ I love buffets in grand restaurants. I feel like eating everything included in it. Unfortunately I feel satiated way too soon. Sigh!

♥ KFC’s chicken bucket is nothing great.

♥ I will never eat shwarma by directly going to Al-bake. My sister told they prepare and serve; just few steps away from a ghastly gutter. Bayzid! please come back and bring home some shawarmas .

♥ Honestly! What’s the point in going out to have veg???

♥ Nothing can beat the fun of gorging on radha-ballabhi, luchi torkari and chai from those road side stall and sweet shops in C.R Park, market no:2. Of course with your special someone. :)

♥ Seriously! I mean seriously! How can you go to all those expensive restaurants just to have salads? I mean how come you ever go out to have salads?

♥ Sorry, I don't like you, milk. But I drool over you once you become an inseparable part of kuli-pithe.

♥ Tankush, do you still serve the best chicken parathas?

♥ Lady!! You prepare awesome egg parathas. And the best part is, it only takes 2 min to reach you. Please never move away to some other place. We seriously adore your 10 Rupees egg paratha with vinegar dipped mirch and sliced gajar.

♥ Esplanade, where are you situated in C.R Park? I searched and searched and searched you and yet not have located you. I guess the address given in that stupid Times Food Guide was wrong. There was this one old house with one very old lady who was so unwilling of to let go off me. These days nobody has got the time for their grandparents. The whole day they wait by the gate with the hope of the some familiar face passing by.

♥ I hate those small-colorful tutti-fruiti cherries.

♥ Litchi, trust me you are so cute. You are my favorite. Don’t you worry orange and strawberries, you guys are sweethearts too. And please don’t forget Australian grapes, atta and babukhosha.

♥ Popcorn and chuski, you guys are delectable.

♥Sweet corns!! Oh! God! Your aroma is heaven.

♥ Pistachios are to die for.

♥ I don't like tomatoes like before. My family laughs it off though. :(

♥ Where can I get those cheese, the ones on which Tom's Jerry madly slobbers?

♥ Bournville!!!! I Love You.

♥ This insanity drives me crazy! Someday I will eat you too, dear Leonardo :P ♥

P.S: This list will undergo continues upgradation process with addition and deletion to it time and again.

~Windchime~

From my white window beauteous

Hangs a windchime since many days,

Seven sticks of whose in delight plays,

My life’s musical notes as it sways.

With every blow of air and each drop of rain,

The windchime starts to sing and swing,

To remove the patches of unheard pains.

The memories when usher sleepless nights,

The seven sticks join to sing lullaby

Soothing the soul, the music turns

Pained memories to a lifelong gain.

In the vastness of my blue skies,

My heart, like a small paper kite flies,

My mind’s strings doesn’t let go-

My mercy pleas to sorrows in denial dies..

Yet dances merry the fragile kite in the sky,

With every beat of the old windchime

And when my heart loses its path and weeps,

The windchime’s tunes holds me aloft and high..

Whenever the soothing air seems far away,

And gloomy remains the world, all night and day

Hope is what my windchime never loses..

The hope of air, and the hope of rain

And the hope itself becomes "The Music of Silence".

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Haiku II

"Graceful shines the sun,

Spreading its rays all around-

New saplings come out."

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Haiku is one of the most important form of traditional Japanese poetry, where the poems are simple, small and not rhymed. It is nothing but a depiction of nature in its innumerable aspects.

Few simple rules for writing in this form of poetry are:

1. Three lines of verse consisting of five, seven, and five syllables.

2. Each haiku must contain a seasonal word, may not strictly be a typical one. For example: snow denotes winter.

P.S :  This is my second attempt at Haiku.

Dream Your Dreams!!!

Maa: Beta tu toh chand ko dekhkar taroon ko chune ki koshish kar raha hai.

Nanhe: Maa! Chand to meri khidki pe roz ata hai. Ekdin chand pe khada hokar main apna tara zarur thod lunga!

Mom: Son! You are trying to touch the stars by looking at the moon.

Nanhe: Mom! The moon comes to my window every night but one day standing on the moon I will pluck my own star!

The above dialogue from the movie “Nanhe Jaisalmer” just touched me and inspired me to no end.Imagination and confidence along with self-belief and hard work is the mantra to make even the impossible possible. If we have got the power to dream then we all have got the power to convert our dreams into reality. And the movie was 100% successful in conveying the message to its audience.

Isn’t it strange how most of the times we fail to realize our dreams just because like the stars it seems too far away from the reach of our hands? But don’t you ever feel that they are an integral part of us and are just within us? The only thing is that we just need to open our eyes to see it, feel it and to realize it. The fact that we can dream is the proof enough of the fact that they can be converted into a reality. Once reaching the moon was an impossible dream but is it impossible anymore? Self belief, faith, confidence and hard work; is there anything else which is needed to realize the dreams.

Around two years ago when I was doing my graduation; it started as a SMS joke in which sperms were fighting with each other. Many a time it happens that we feel let down, depressed, good for nothing and a complete looser. The dreams which we have sown in our eyes reflect nothing but impossibility.

Coming back to the SMS, the moral of it was “whenever you feel low, depressed and useless, just remember that you are the same sperm that once won a battle against a million others.”

Now sit straight for a moment, take a deep breath and repeat with me “whenever you feel low, depressed and useless, just remember that you are the same sperm that once won a battle against a million others.”

Voila! Isn’t it a magic!

Can’t you feel the blood rushing in your nerves out of excitement and new found confidence!

Can’t you see your dreams hanging out side your window waiting desperately for you to touch it and realize it!

How hard could anything else in life be when we have won the biggest battle of winning our very own life even before we were born? Don’t you think our very own existence on this earth is the proof enough of each one of us being a born winner? It’s true that the very onset of our life was a win which makes each one of us a ‘born winner’. And we are celebrating it by every breath we take.

Its natural to feel depressed and helpless but next time before you back out, just think for a minute that you beat millions of others even before you were born, only a few thousands more to go!

Dream…dream…and dream… have faith and give your best to it. One day surely the moon will come to our windows to take us to the sky of our dreams. And that day standing on the moon; with our li’l hands we will pluck our very own star!

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"The Dance!"

A balance is what I am trying to strike
While dancing on the rim of my cup full of life.
In colors of moonlit hue and night's solitude,
In shade's of life's grey and eternity's strife.

Fiercely shines the sun, dazzling bright
Scarlet I turn in its solemn light.
My heart gets wings and a rhythm divine
To enjoy the bliss of my moonlit wine.

Waves of radiant joy and worries trifle.
Beats of the raindrops in sparkled regale.
Mysteries of being alive awakens me to LIFE
To dance on their tune on my slippery rim.

copyrite(c)preetilata

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I Love My Life

I came from the ashes
And to the ashes
I will go.
But can death snatch me away
Untill it's time?

Time …
Time is very strong.
It stops for none.
Gradually …
It moves on.

But pains...
Do they dull with time?
Can we ever hide ourselves
Inside the womb of time
Just to escape
From the pains of life?

I believe…
Pains are not to be escaped
But to be dealt with.
By taking the help of our
Evergreen Spirit.

The moment I have learnt
To love my life.
My cruel pains have lost
All their burning shines.

Now in pain my pains cry
Whenevr they see my eyes
Full of love and zest
For life.

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar
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Not long I realized that I am one of the many beautiful creations of God and like everything else my life has got a meaning too.
Few days back Shalini tag me to write about my new year resolutions. But I am one of those who can never stick to their resolutions. Infact I don’t believe in resolutions. ( Dear Shalini, I hope this post will be fine!)
But today on 1st jan’08 I promise to myself that I will always love and respect my life as well as each and evrything around me no matter what. It is not a resolution but a promise meant not only for 2008 but forever till I am alive. (Yes till I am alive because I don’t have any idea about after death life.)

After all..

“I am living not because I was born. But I was born because I want to live.”

***image source: internet

Just A Scribble.

" My existence has got a meaning.
Circumstances can never throw me away.
I am born to win the battle
Against all the pain and sufferings. "

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar

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As my exams are just a stone throw away so I decided not to blog before my exams are over. But see… I am blogging at 3:30 in the morning…!!! Oh! God! Please help me to resist the temptation called blogging! [but after this post…OkZ God! ;) ]
Few months back I clicked this pic at “Garden Of Five Senses, New Delhi”. At this moment when I have nothing else to post I thought of sharing this pic along with a four line self-written scribble with all of you. I just love this pic and hope you all will love it too.
Okz! Frenz!… lemme logout before my maa gives me a good scolding!!!

C u aftr my xms.
Tk cr n Happy Blogging:) :) :)

Bidding Adieu !

I didn’t stop it…I let it go…
It is the farewell time today.

Farewell to my sweet li'l

TEAR-DROP

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I loved the moment when my tear drop rolled down my cheeks. And I will cheerish this pleasant moment forever. I think it is the same Tear-drop which I have saved in my eyes for a long time.

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Oh!…my dear Tear-Drop!… at last you have met your destiny too. Believe me dear… I am happy for you. After all you needed a break from me. And I have set you free atlast.

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Do you know my loving Tear-Drop ... I am never gonna miss you in my life.

But …I am never gonna forget you ever.

Take care always.

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:) :) :)

The dreams which I have sown in my eyes once... have taken the shape of reality in someone else’s life today.

Hmmm…I am happy for you. Wish u all d very best in ur life.

Cheers.....Njoyyyyyyy.

tk cr
:) :) :)

Auto-biography of an unshed tear-drop !

Hi!..its me..!!..drop…an unshed tear-drop..!!!
Do you know me..???
Well ..no ..u don’t know me.
Oh..am so silly..
I'm just an unshed tear -drop...
So how are u gonna know me..!!!

From a long-long time..
I'm living in this big-black eyes of her.
I do want to fall down..
As my life is so short.
It's already time for me to die.
But am not able to do so.
Do you know why..???
Oh..again I forgot..
How would you know that?
(I told you na ...am an idiot!)
Hmm..ok let me tell you why..
(but please promise me..
That you wont disclose itr to anyone)
Actually you know..
In me she has kept all her memories alive.
She has got nothing except these memories.
And me the li’l tear-drop is her treasure box
To keep all her memories alive.

You know wat…
She is a real idiot.
(I no you don’t know..
But let me tell you why..)
Silly gal…!!! .no an idiot actually!
She relies on me..!!
have you ever seen a girl
who relies on a tear-drop..
to continue with her life..!!!

sometime I don’t even understand
whether she is a strong or a weak willed.
But still I belive..that she is strong..
very..very ..very strong.
AnD sometime I do feel that
Somehow she gathers the strength
By keeping me alive in her eyes.

I have really become very old now.
Now I get tired very easily.
But still I am going to live
In her eyes forever and ever.
As I myself can’t leave her alone
For a single moment.
In all these years we have spent together
We have become one soul.
So I have decided that
I am never gonna
Part with her.
After all she is my life..!!!
Or should I say
“ I am her’s… ”…!!!

~~~an unshed tear-drop~~~

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar

HiGh On LiFe !

photograph taken by Kalpajeet Da

Friends…

I was born on the busy road
Behind that grey garbage dump.
On my own I learnt to jump and hump
As nobody was there to
Hold my fingers
To walk with me.

My father is an unknown
My mother is someone
And people accuse me
Of being a burden
On this entire mankind.

While my mother
Begs form door to door,
Me & my sister
Clean the cars
On the busy road.
And at leisure
We play with the stray dogs
Who are beaten almost to death
With chunks of stone.

I eat the thrown away food
& sleep on the road.
I have only rugs to wear
But still can tolerate
The rain, heat, & cold.

Hey don’t pity on my
Dirty face, dishevelled hair
& torn clothes.
See the twinkle in my eyes
Infront of which even
The stars forget their twinkling
& the sun is ashamed of
Shining bright.

Ah! What a strange thing
Life is!
What an irony my dear friends!
You have got everything
But still you cry.
& look at me
I have got nothing
But a

SMILE.

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar

Dear Kalpajeet Da, here is the poem for you. I am dedicating it to you as I was inspired to write it by the photograph u hv taken. I hope u wud like it.

~~~preetilata~~~