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Dilli dilwalonka saher hai….one year and still surviving!


Exactly a year ago on this date, I boarded train from my dear city Kolkata and came to Delhi. I was gawky, scared and nervous. I am not the first person in this world who leaves home to pursue dream, but for me it was different. Somewhere it was not my dream that chased, instead I wanted to escape from my city. I couldn’t stay any longer and bury myself in pain….so that’s how it all happened.

I left my home, my parents, my city and everything else dear to me…to a new city,  an unknown place amongst unknown people and harsher environment. To all especially my father believed his daughter is making a difference, yes she was…but in a different way. Staying away from your home, you realize a lot of things. People who actually care for you, who is real friend and who you can trust. All this and much more happened with me. I cannot complain as this is the nature and there is nothing wrong in natural occurring. People will change, time will fly and you grow wise…wiser and at last you feel you’re your only friend.

I survived. I survived this one long roller coaster turmoil eye-opening truth realizing year. And I am happy about it. I have gained lot of strength both mentally and may be a bit physically. Now I am wiser. I can let go off things easily, somewhere I can live without people around me and those once who mattered a lot before I can stay without them. Speaking of Delhi, I have gained few friends and for good reasons. If I don’t acknowledge them it will be a sacrilege. At times they became more close and understanding than people with whom I have put my trust.  I guess its not the place that influences people but its your perception, I can never say that the people I knew were the best or the best people are those from where I belonged, as best is always unknown and yet to arrive.

Meeting all different kinds of people was an enthralling experience and also learning things or two about your old acquaintances was amusing…I enjoyed both. I don’t know how much differences I have made, but I have tried and am trying to do my best. Now at this point of my life, I call myself as a Survivor and want to continue like this in future.

No matter where I will be, I will always owe a lot to Delhi. Delhi is like my brother- it has supported me, broke me and then again protected me and made me strong. I will love you but a bit less than Kolkata. So, here this long article you’re reading, I wrote to showcase my love for my Bro Delhi and celebrating a year here as a Survivor. I think I need one year badge like the ones given to sober people, for me as a Survivor. 😛


Perfect red….

In consecutive three murders, police found the same mark…the deep red kiss! They listed her as a serial killer and named “The woman with red lipstick”. In no time, it became

In no time, it became the talk of the town and people banned red colour. She watched the news intently and sighed! She needs to practice more; her work still lacks the professional prowess. Another evening, she dressed

Another evening, she dressed and applied the same red lipstick. She smiled and said, “Red is the colour of passion and fury…when your passion will turn into fury…mine will turn into passion.

red lips isolated in white

red lips isolated in white


The proposal….

When she heard his voice, she fell in love deeply. She imagined him day and night in many ways. At last she finally resolved to propose him on Valentine’s Day. After all its leap year and by tradition it is ok for a woman to go down on her knees.

She said to herself…”What can be more wonderful, this chance only arrives once in four years!”



True love takes time…

Seeing all the beautiful bride-groom pictures in the exhibition, her heart filled with joy. She has fallen in love with them and wanted to marry the photographer. As she enquired about him, someone pointed him out in the corner of the room, an old man with a freckled face was sitting quietly.DIY-Paper-Craft-Projects-Home-Decor-Craft-Ideas4


Seems, LOve story??


I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but

suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and started counting in

reverse under my breath, ten, nine, eight, seven….

“Chicken Sizzlers for you Ma’am”, said the waiter as he placed a hot-sizzling plate in front of

me and left with a smile.  I took the knife and made a deep cut in the chicken, juices oozed

out, with the fork I put the meat in my mouth and my heart immediately exclaimed


I closed my eyes in absolute bliss and when I opened, the sizzler plate was empty. I was

satisfied with myself on completing one full sizzler all by myself.

On the other corner of the restaurant, two skinny girls were ogling at me in surprise. I

smiled at them; they got nervous and started nibbling at the food on their plate.

I left the restaurant and came out to the streets. It’s Puja time in Kolkata. The streets are all

glittered and decked in lights. The shops are busy and everywhere there is a buzz of

happiness and excitement.

I was looking through some of the shop windows in the street when a strange thought came

to mind…what if I was also like the other girls…the thought was interrupted by a sweet

smell. Right in the corner of the street I saw the sweet vendor standing, my heart bumped


Age: 21 years, weight: two fat ladies (88 kg), vital stats: unimportant, crush: zero, friends: 2,

that’s me. I am happy. For others I am fat, ugly and dark toned. But to me, I am beautiful

and I enjoy every morsel of life…and it starts with food.

When you love anything, it shows, I love food and my body shows and grows… I am proud

of it. I never wanted to fit in skinny, fair complexioned beautiful categories, where you live,

dress and wear makeup to impress others. I love being me and I believe that one day

somebody will arrive who will love me for my heart more than my figure and complexion.

But sometimes this thought gets disrupted when I see him…

I bought two boxes of Sandesh and started eating one of them. The taste of coconut and

jaggery melted in my mouth and it wiped out everything. I was walking slowly and enjoying

Sandesh, I came home. From outside I smelled mom cooked Fish curry for dinner, my heart

filled with joy again…

As I entered, Dad greeted me with a smile, mom came and asked if I would have dinner, I

exclaimed with joy “Fish… yes yes yes!!” My sister was sitting on the sofa watching

television she looked at me with disgust and looked away. She was unlike me and very

opposite to me in every respect. I went to my room, ignoring her. My life is very simple and

straight. I have a small circle and love very few things, for which I dedicate my life… food,

books, music, movies and another got added recently to my world…

I went to the bathroom and I saw my reflection in the mirror. Since last month, I have

gained at least 2 kg more. At first I felt sad, I look so damn fat and ugly, then I heard

mom’s call for “Dinner”, I forgot everything and rushed down to have my favourite Fish

curry and rice.

After dinner, it’s Me time, which comes only in the night. I think the nights are beautiful as

they help you to see everything clearly. It’s the only time you can be yourself without any

interruption. I took my diary and read my previous journals. All these years I was alone, I

never thought that I could feel something like this. The thought of love brought me smile.

But on the other hand the ugly truth brought me tension, we are no match.

My status in the class is either unnoticed or too much noticed. Girls and boy laughs and

jokes on me, take me as an example, but I don’t care… I know I have a beautiful heart and

therefore I am beautiful. My grand mom always said your heart will reflect your beauty. But

now I am growing consciousness all because of him. I thought to myself, “May be I should

do a little dieting like others… may be then he will notice me!!”

Next day at college, I sat at the last bench (always). From the corner of my eye, I saw him

and my heart skipped a few beats. He was smiling, talking and everyone was enjoying. I

looked at him one more time and then looked away thinking “it is impossible… we are no

match”. Class started my bestie came running, she is better than me at least she is fair and

little less fat. She whispered me something I couldn’t understand. The teacher was

explaining something in the board, but I was unable to concentrate, a thought suddenly

came to my mind, “what if I try to become friends with him…” but which way I should

approach him became a humongous task. Whole day I kept on figuring the ways, at

last when I saw the college notice board, it brought me an idea (which changed my life).

The notice board reads “Need assistance for college group work”. Without wasting much

time, I joined them and took my responsibility. My work was to raise awareness and call

more people to join the group (I don’t know why my leader thought I could do this). I

thought it’s the best chance to approach him. It was my first attempt, I was shaky, nervous

and I had Strawberry pie for lunch on my bestie’s request. He was standing in a group

discussing something and I was at the end of the corridor.

I walked very slowly towards him, counting each step and rehearsing the words in my mind.

When I came near everyone looked at me surprised, (expected reaction). I started my

sentence stammering and in the middle I almost gave up the hope that I could even finish

one sentence. To my great relief, my bestie came and helped me out. He was looking at me

astonished; I bugged my head down in shame… what a fool I made of myself, a joke, he

must be laughing at me. I left the place silently following my friend with teary eyes. My

heart was heavy, but the smell of Fuchkas made me happy. I had stomach full and therefore

a happy heart.

My first encounter with him was terrible and I figured out that after this it would be a

mistake to go to him again. Next day, I sat at my regular place in the classroom.  Everyone

was talking and laughing but nobody noticed me. Sometimes I think, just because I am fat

and ugly nobody ever bothered to know that I could be interesting too. People have become

so predictable; they do and repeat the same thing like others. My thoughts were disturbed

when my bestie gave me a packet of Chips. I tore the packet and was about to take the first

chip, when I saw him approaching towards me. I looked at him and my heart started

pounding so fast that it would burst any moment.

He sat in front of me and was saying something. I was numb and unable to hear or respond.

I was looking at him blankly; my bestie pinched me and brought me back to senses. He was

asking me about the group, with a shaky and sweaty hand, I handed him the pamphlets. He

smiled and said “thanx Ruhina!!” My heart jumped with joy more than my love for Sizzlers,

Fuchka or Chocolate cakes…

I blushed whole time and my mind was flying with my heart. That day I went home and

looked at the mirror and said, “You are beautiful” and with joy, I ate more rice than usual,

had three Sandesh after dinner and went to sleep happy.

With time we exchanged a few glances, sometimes words and I loved it. My diary knows

how much I adored every moment. Those days were my best days and I had more Fuchkas

to prove it. One day we together had Fuchkas. I was surprised to know that he too

loves eating Fuchka. He was sweet and friendly. Suddenly he said “Do you know Ruhina

means sweet fragrance” my eyes widened. Of course I knew, but from his mouth my name

felt much sweeter, I blushed. I kept on blushing that even my mom and dad noticed it. The

days were happy and nights were blissful.

Time passed quickly and 2 years gone in a blink of an eye. It was the last day of our exam

and after that we will be free. Masters complete and now it’s time to move on to a life full

of possibilities. I imagined and dreamt a lot of things for the future. I want to be a

copywriter and I know he will take up management. I have already joined an advertising

agency as a trainee. Exam finished and I came out of the hall, I saw him and his group from a

distant. They were laughing and talking loudly.

It was last day, so I thought I would ask for his phone number. I walked towards him when I

heard someone say “You have to propose her in a traditional way, knee down” I peeped in

the crowd and saw Bidita, the most beautiful girl of our college standing and he was

proposing her, holding hands and knee down, something which I always wanted. My heart

ripped apart and I left the place. I came to the street with teary eyes…

That day I ate more Fuchkas and 2 big Choco-lava cakes to soothe my soul. I realised I have

to live and stay alone all my life.

Time has passed, now I am a copywriter in a respectable agency, but still ugly, fat and

unnoticed. I still eat alone and I started getting used to it. That day I saw him again in the

restaurant. He was not with Bidita but with someone else; I wanted to talk but suppressed

my urge.

Time was running out and maybe I will never see him or get this chance again, but… my love

for him was little less than my love for Chicken Sizzlers. I saw him leave and I started eating

my Sizzler. As I was about to put the first meat piece in my mouth, I heard someone called

my name Ruhina… I looked at him and my heart again skipped a few beats…


The War!!

Well, everyone has to agree that one cannot avoid being a Bengali.  They are very attractive, everything about them catches eye. Their attires, speaking style, food, reaction- actions and every its and bits. It is only in Bengal where Bengalis are divided into two groups – Ghoti and Bangal. Bangals’ are the people from Bnagladesh and Ghotis’ are the people of West-bengal. This discrimination happened right after the partition of our Bengal. Since then the big war has started amongst Ghoti-Bangal. Well. Here are some common occasions where they eventually take things personal.

  1. East-bengal vs Mohunbagan match. Football the lifeline of Bengalis,takes game very seriously. Especially when it is between East-bengal (the representative group of Bangals) and Mohunbagan (the representative group of Ghotis).
  1. Chingrimacher malaikari vs Sorshe Ilish bhanpa. The cuisines are also divided and segregated. Ghotis where very keen about eating poshto (poppy) and chingrimach (Prawn). Bangals are bent on their shutki mach (dried fish) and Ilish Mach (Hilsa). There are many more differences with their culinary terms. Ghotis makes everything sweet whether it is a curry or any sweet dish, both are equally sweetened. Bangals on the other hand eat everything spicy.
  1. The language, Bangal dialect vs Ghoti dialect. Your dialect will have the impact of the place where you belong and stay. There is no need to fight over or mock. But still given a chance each group will not leave any opportunity to mock on their language. Though both are Bengali, but spoken in a different way…both are equally sweet!!
  1. North Kolkata vs South Kolkata. It is said that North Kolkata is the hub of all Ghotis, the native of Kolkata, West-bengal. They are the bonedi-families (Royal families) and are the babu of the society. Whereas South Kolkata is the hub of all Bangals – the inhabitants of Bangladesh. According to Ghotis’ Bangals do not posses any bonediana. They are uncultured and uncouth. Believe it or not it’s a never ending fight.
  1. Ghoti biye vs Bangal biye AKA Marriage. Lot of confusion with the style of marriage. Though it is the way of union of two souls. Still they fight over the rituals and ceremonies. A Ghoti marriage the bride should enter sasur-bari (in-laws home) before 12 noon. And in Bangal marriage the bride will enter only after dusk.
  1. Eating habits. Ghotis are more prone on eating televaja and muri (fried and puffed rice) where as Bangals likes to have something spicy and chatpata. North Kolkata is very famous for sweet shops namely, Dwarik, Vim nag, Putiram, Nakur etc. Here they take legions on this over Bangals.
  1. Roads of North Kolkata are something very interesting. Gullys are very famous, every traveller, photographer visits at least once in these gullys and old house. But South Kolkata is all about big roads, high-rises.
  1. The fashion sense. The fashion of North Kolkata and South Kolkata are very different. North Kolkata believes in more traditional attires whereas South Kolkatans are more westernized.

Now you see why shouldn’t there be a war, so many differences among Bengalis?? But still both of them stand as unity in every way, guess that’s’ why they are so perfectly bonded. Absolutely made for each other!!


…With love

She is a famous restaurateur and a cook.  Amongst all her special dishes, Meat-love-valentina took the crown. People around the world loved it and were also curious. When anyone asked about the recipe, she smiled and said “it’s a traditional food secret, can’t be shared”.

It was a normal rush at the restaurant, when a handsome man entered. She liked him at the first glance. The man took a table in the corner and was looking at the menu. She arrived at his table to take the order; the man smiled and said “your specialty is my favourite”. They both shared a smile. The food was served, she waited for him to taste. After he took the first bite, he smiled at her as a gesture of compliment. Later he asked her, if she is interested in going out with him.

Now they have been dating for several days, he finally asked her the clichéd question, “what is special ingredient you use for your dish?”…she smiled politely and said “it’s a secret”. Though He was not happy with her answer but he didn’t spoke a word. He became stubborn and determined to know the secret recipe. He tried many ways to figure out but every time she escaped. He even defamed her and tried to ruin her. All this was affecting her business and her character. Finally she decided to resolve the problem.

One night she invited him for the dinner and asked him to come alone. He at first found it weird, but the opportunity of knowing the secret was far more exciting. She has set the dinner table in her room. The room was beautifully decorated with candles, flowers along with lovely music. He was standing alone when she entered the room in her divine pink dress. They sat down opposite to one another. The time went swift and nice. It was a lovely evening spent with delicious food and wine. They were having nice conversation when suddenly he raised the question again. Her face colour changed. She stiffened for a moment and then next moment she smiled sheepishly. With a mysterious look in her eyes she said “curiousness kills the cat”…these words startled him, but he was stubborn and determined. She asked him to wait until all her worker leaves. It was past midnight, he was sitting alone in her room, drinking wine. He was feeling bit dizzy and was lying in her bed, when she entered the room. She slowly walked to his side and sat. She fondled with his hair and said “till date no living male in my family has ever known this secret “she hugged him tight and then asked him to stand up. She said” what you will witness tonight, promise me it will be between me and you?” He promised her and assured that he would never tell a soul. From the corner of the bed she tapped a switch and the bed removed revealing a freezer.  He knelt down and pulled a packet, it was a human hand. He choked, the moment he looked at her, she attacked him with a knife and pulled him to the freezer and covered it. Later she smiled at her and said…” I told you, no living male in my family knew this secret….ha ha ha…don’t worry my love we will have daughter and if it son I will let him sleep beside you like this!” She took the bottle of wine and drank and fell asleep on the ground.