Best Continental Breads

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Dear, today you are away,
And I have to prepare breads four.

Really, tonight I am hungry,
Its past ten and minutes few more.

Let me try it today,
Earlier I knew it, its as duty of your.

As you told on phone,
I took the right quantity of flour.

In the flour, I tried to sprinkle water
But by mistake, I did poured More.

Its full sticky dear.
Ah! I have to add flour much more.

Thanks, you can’t see it,
Or your could have teased for sure.

With same love of palms.
Carefully I did knead the flour,

Now I have to flat them round,
But roller dances this way or around.

None bread turned as round,
No symmetry in them I did found.

While baking, they did stick on pan,
Bring a nonstick pan please, when you return.

My some bread looked India,
Some Australia, and Africa I did found.

These are continental breads dear,
Don’t shed the tears, if crazy do I sound.

Because today I can announce,
In your absence, world’s best chef I have found.

(Disclaimer : Poet is a bachelor ЁЯЩВ )

Geetanjali Blog started…

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Today is Deepawali – the festival of light.

The light – around and the light within. Many a times even in the broad daylight- in plenty of light, we miss our path. The reason most of the time is, we do miss our inner light. At those times we seek for some unknown source of light, navigated in the language, which the lone heart can understand. And those times at the temple of heart, we do offer our lights to our great beloved and want an unison.

The Geetanjali had been a offering of songs to the Beloved of Ravindranath Tagore. Geetanjali received the Nobel Prize in the year 1913 for literature – the first Indian honoured with the Nobel. Diya

As I had planned earlier about Unicode publishing of Geetanjali, I have started with the novice literal essence in Hindi and English. You may read them here at www.geetanjali.wordpress.com.

Hope you will love them to read.

May this Deepawali brings luck, enlightenment and prosperity in your life. Wishing you a happy Deepawali.

Silence and Songs

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Almost all of the blogs, I do read, seems so silent or having a sad tone. And in this silence, I am gathering courage, to buzz a bit to break the calmness of dark night, that many of my co-bloggers might be staying in.

Publishing Geetanjali poems was pending, since long back. On occasion of Deepawali, I will start posting the poems from Kaviguru’s Geetanjali. The poems may touch you, as it has touched the millions of hearts around the world.

Will try to light a small lamp on occasion of Deepawali. Please keep visiting this space.

For your eyes only – 6

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On the Navami evening, I and my younger brother-in-law went out for the visiting the Puja pandals. My sister, Pinky decided not to go out because of the small kid, and so did Ma as she was not going. To us, walking hours, visiting the pandals through the crowd, meeting friends and relatives has been , great evening, once in the year. Though we could not spend time at any pandal much. Here are the more snaps of pandals, we visited.


Railway Colony Pandal (After seeing so many ballons, Still feeling kiddish ЁЯЩВ


Railway Colony Deity (Dhupa Aarti is going on)


Deity made up of Glass @ Manoranjan Club ( that time under light show)


Durga Ma @ Lohar Patty Temple


Tribal Artwork @ Dompatty (See two sikhs praying at right side) Our town has the best example of communal harmony.


Ma Durga @ Subhash Pally Mandir ( Traditional way)


All Deity in one Singhashan @ Milan Pally Temple (All the deity is at one altar only- thats the traditional way )

For your eyes only – 5

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The month of the October and excellent climate in our home town, with the festivity around. The air was full of zeal and new energy.

Puja means shopping. Our small town has only few shops of branded dresses. At those town shops, even not finding so many ranges of colors and fabrics, I prefer to buy one from those shops on Puja occasion. In those shops, with my Ma, there is nostalgic shopping experiences since last 30 years. Another fact is, I am not very good at choosing dresses for myself, whereas I can find good ones for others. Still today, from the exclusive showrooms in Bangalore, I myself, have not bought an exclusive shirt or pant. Or better say I am a bit careless towards my updated dressing sense. ( p.s. Myself kanjoos in fashion consciousness ! No. Have you bought the inaugural launch issue of Vogue in India- its really good one, worth buying ЁЯЩВ )

Anyway, next day of reaching home was Ashtami and the main puja started. Here are the snaps of Durga Puja, from my hometown Kishanganj located at the border of Bihar- Bengal. In the first snap is Pushpanjali at Durga bari, where you may find the purely traditional way of Puja. While uploading the photo – I was searching for the possible hand of my Ma, as she did Pushpanjali before me ! Wow I found her ЁЯЩВ The gold ring !


Puspanjali @ Durga Bari, Dey Market


Navami Sandhya Puja is going on @ Durga Bari, Dey Market


Durga Puja Pandal @ Manoranjan Club


A Closer Look @ Deity


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For your eyes only – 4

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Lets go through the villages, where I still find myself deeply rooted. Still I do die for the mud chulha cooked food, walking in sleepers on the village roads, and spending night in lantern within the absolute peace and of course plenty of oxygen.

Below are the photos of the nearby villages , from where I do actually belong. The snaps are taken from the train which must be running at speed not less than 80 km/hr. ( Click the snap for bigger view in album)


Electricity, Wireless, Rail, Greenery and a road connecting them


Lush Greenery After Monsoon


A village pond


Boiled paddy being dried


A village scene


Fields , bullock and farmers


Grazing lands ( There is a different story when the grazing cattle sneak into paddy fields ЁЯЩВ )


Paddy Fields ( our main crop after jute )


Jute Sticks

Outside – Inside.

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Whether songs do make me,
Or I do make one ?

Whether rivers do carry me,
Or I do carry, A river ?

Whether clouds are around me,
Or I have a cloudy vision ?

Whether thunders I did fear,Just Me
Or a thunder is inside me ?

Whether falling leaves I do see,
Or I cause them fall ?

Whether the questions are around,
Or I am a question ?

For your eyes only – 3

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As I reached Dumdum airport, at check out point, seeing the very long queue of prepaid taxi counter and the need to catch the connecting train, I preferred to take a shared taxi outside the airport. Though the taxi passed through the M.G. Road famous Saari shops, due to time constraint and shared passenger with me, I could not do shopping this time for family members.

Anyway I reached Howrah station well before time, that was decorated elaborately on occasion of Durga Puja, so looked great the adjoining Howrah bridge. Get the glimpse of the huge mural at Howrah station, which depicts the cultural and social scenario of West Bengal very well. Snapped at night, the mural photos are not so clear, but you can get the essence.

The current header image is of a labourer aged around 25, reading a religious book with apt attention in a train compartment. He is returning to his home.


Howrah Station


Howrah Bridge


Mural at Howrah Station (Left Part)


Mural at Howrah Station (Middle Part)


Mural at Howrah Station (Right Part)
From Durga Puja 2007

For your eyes only – 2

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When I checked in the airport, I was quite early but still relatively late. Reason was, I left for airport straight from office. I requested for the window side seat, but I got only the middle seat. Actually I wished to see sunset from window side. Anyway there was no choice left other than to sit in the middle of two persons.

Most of the time, I have found serious high flying co-travelers sitting nearby devoid of our common train and bus conversations. But this time there was a lady at window side, who was equally or more interested in the clouds than I was and on aisle side sitting a man, who was really friendly.

On the window side, when we did missed some of the bright white cotton clouds , I took out camera for the next possible shots. The lady helped to snap the pictures. I was on the right row. On the left row, some other ladies captured the colors of clouds during sunset . I do wish they too could see the pictures. Later on, when there was dark outside, to pass the time, the lady nearby was trying origami with tissue papers.

Life is a small journey with much smaller distances. These are the people, who know how to remain on ground, even while traveling high. In fact they make the journeys memorable. Here are some of the captured moments. (Click on the image for the bigger image)

Clouds at 35,000 Feet
Clouds at 35,000 feet

Colors of Clouds (Sunset)
Colors of Clouds (Sunset) – 1

Colors of Clouds (Sunset)
Colors of Clouds (Sunset) – 2

Origamy with tissue papers
Origamy with tissue papers (Boat, Fan, Lotus, Aeroplane and one tissue left with no idea ЁЯЩВ

For your eyes only – 1

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This time my trip to home was all sudden but a good one. And I captured the moments. The shutter opened in Flight itself and I continued snapping across our lush green fields, for my eyes and yours. There are glimples of Durga Puja and Kids too. Hope to post them soon ( how soon? ).

The header image is of flower sewli, that blooms on the arrival of Puja season. The snap is taken around 4 am in morning outside our boundary wall. Below are the two kids of Didi. Lucky and Mridu looking at auto timed blinking of camera and waiting for snapped.

Lucky Mridu

Wish to say, I had snapped such scenes on my last home trip too through my 35 mm film camera. After washing the negatives, I had planned to take all to home this time. But on the day of departure, somewhere I missed the packet, which contained all the negatives and positives of my last trip ! I felt SORRY as the photos captured some of the precious moments. But thanks God, I missed them here but they did not lost. Thanks to my hurried trip :).