Seeing Things

For those of you who don't know what kheer kodom is, I recommend you put in on your to-do-before-i-die checklist or at least on the to-do-if-i-visit-a-bengali-sweet-shop checklist. Yes. Kheer Kodom is a sweet. but no ordinary sweet mind you. Its a sweet that feels like a drop of heaven has been placed in your mouth. I am getting all poetic about Kheer Kodom today because it was distributed in my office. The office super boss had a baby so as is tradition in India, he got sweets distributed. And as I took a bite of this endless-desire of a sweet, I remembered my very first encounter with it, about 7 years ago. I immediately felt the urge to tell the story to my colleague. Then to another colleague. Who cut me short to tell me that she knew my "kheer kodom" story. She said I told it to her a few months back the last time someone mentioned the sweet during random lunch-time chat. I had no memory of this, so to convince me she narrated my own story back to me in a bit of

This post could well be about all the men who came into my life and broke my heart. But this post is actually about the dogs in my life. I have never had a pet dog of my own. I am yet to experience what its like to get a little pup, train it in human manners, teach it tricks and watch it grow. Despite this, a few dogs have touched my life. I have decided to dedicate a post to them. I will go in chronological order. The dog that taught me that you ought to love dogs was Zulu. A black labrador. He belonged to my first cousins. Zulu was tied every time guests came home because people are scared of dogs.This was ironic because all he wanted was to be your friend. As if being denied the opportunity was not enough, he had to deal with being tied up. The tragedy of it all, naturally made him upset and caused him to bark the house down. Causing the guests to justify their fear. I was one such guest. Zulu pointed his barking towards me and that just scared me to death. I was only a little

I have been meaning to write about this for a few months now. Ever since I got back from my 9 day trip to London, to be precise. But something or the other always came up. Anyway, this is better than never right? :) If I ever made a list of the 10 best days of my life, one of the days from my trip to London would surely be on it. I t was the first time I made a holiday trip all on my own. So, it was just me and my thoughts in London.  Needless to say there was a lot of talking that went on in my head between me and my many alter-egoes. I was mostly very happy. Euphoric. As if i had been injected with a stimulant. London worked as a happiness drug for me because everything makes sense in London. Let me talk about public transport for instance: a  shining example of common sense at work There is information available at every such location where logically a traveler would feel the need for it. Not only is there a map of the area installed outside every tube station. It also mark