Humour, Last Word, Miscellany

The Second Annual Birthmonth Festival


As you may remember, most of you very carefully and diligently ignored the First Annual Birthmonth Festival. Now here is your chance to do so again. Yes, there is a difference. The last time around your indifference lasted a whole month. This time around, given that the world's collective attention span is shorter than Trump's fingers,… Continue reading The Second Annual Birthmonth Festival

Last Word, Miscellany

Little Red Writer – 1


One day, Little Red Writer decided to write poetry. Now, poetry is very hard to do. Little Red Writer was little and unschooled. He had some words in his bag and he wanted to show his words to his granny, Facebook. Little Red Writer knew that poetry has rules. These are to be followed and sometimes broken.… Continue reading Little Red Writer – 1

Last Word, Miscellany

Time away


I've been busy. Had a wedding to run. Wedding now over. Got some sleep today. Not enough. Need more. But have to go back to work tomorrow. Must sleep. Still way too much food in the fridges. Have to eat it all. Lots of food. Giving it away takes effort and time. Shall freeze some… Continue reading Time away

Humour, Last Word, Miscellany

Evil Eyed Cherry


The other day I bought some cherries. Sunday, it was, yes, I remember well. I bought the cherries home and washed them and ate them and they were good. I also had occasion to visit a Bengali sweet shop and The Good Lady bought some kaancha chena. Literally translated it means "raw cottage cheese". With some… Continue reading Evil Eyed Cherry

Humour, Last Word, Pomes

Practically Witty


I wrote this poem for no reason For it's really just the season. This poem is quite small and it's very stupid and all. Tubetops, when they put these on you also get those bare knees on. You know this is really quite silly For I'm writing stuff willy nilly. You may exclaim "Oh Lord!"… Continue reading Practically Witty

Last Word, Miscellany

My Artistic Career


I just explored a new career possibility as a painter. Which should surprise you, no? So far, as you know, I have displayed no artistic ability at all. I've taken the odd photograph, yes, with a couple of photo essays. One was about spring and the other was about fall. I have even showed you shaky… Continue reading My Artistic Career

Fiction, Last Word

Right Hand Man – Chapter 3


Chapter 1 Chapter 2 The heavy black car eased slowly down the street. Fatty craned his neck left and right to inspect the houses as he steered the car. Beside him, Goon sat impassively in the passenger seat. "Not the most upscale neighborhood, Chief.", remarked Fatty. "Don't call me chief.", Goon stared straight ahead. "Ok,… Continue reading Right Hand Man – Chapter 3

Last Word, Memoirs

Immigrant Tales – Arrival


This was my second ( or third, if you include the Nepal adventure ) foreign trip and I had much on my mind. This was my second trip to North America and the first hadn't exactly been a carefree and joyous one, if you remember. I don't think it is easy to describe the wealth… Continue reading Immigrant Tales – Arrival

Last Word, Memoirs, Travel

Immigrant Tales – Departure


Actually, the notes are not early. They're late. Late by about 19 years now, will be exactly 19 years late on the 2nd of June 2016. Yes, you are very correct in your maths. I arrived in the great country of Canada on the 2nd of June, 1997. ( Sorry. I wrote this when the post… Continue reading Immigrant Tales – Departure

Last Word, Recipes & Food

Immigrant Tales – Alien food


I think you all know by now, or should, that I moved countries. In fact, I moved continents. Not physically, no. No, not literally! That's impossible! I moved myself from one continent to the other nearly 2 decades ago. Whew! I'm glad we got that sorted out. Well, I had a request to write about… Continue reading Immigrant Tales – Alien food