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A Biye really brings out the Bangali in me. Someone who generally doesn’t spare a second look for sweets, and is ostracized from the community due to my lack of ability to not sound like a dying hyena when I sing, it’s difficult to find a common topic of interest when I bump into fellow Bongs. But there’s nothing like a Biye to bridge all those barriers. Because a Bangali Biye is all about 2 of my favourite things – food and presents! The eating traditionally begins with “Aiyibudobhath”. Or as it’s called in Marathi, “Kelwan”, with extra emphasis on the ‘l’ and ‘n’. This is where your close friends and family invite the bride/groom (along with their families =D) over for a meal. The parents of the bride/groom, also host one, and their favourite food is cooked! Luckily, the brother’s fave food is my fave – namely Mangsher jhol – bhath. Since it is impossible for me to describe how incredibly delicious it is, this is how it looks. For those of you who would like to make it – please fo

We present them like roses, to our friends, families and lovers.  Roses aren’t meant to last forever, they prick you more often than not, they are only a momentary passing pleasure.  We begin each day with promises. Today, I promise myself – I won’t give up on my dreams, I’ll even eat my greens. I’ll pick up a new hobby, Maybe I’ll even make some extra money. I could learn to mime…? At any rate I should learn to write better rhymes. I will curb my inner devil, Suppress all the bubbling evil, Mask sarcasm beneath a patient smile, Even when the conversation makes me want to run a mile I won’t be lazy, I won’t order in, I’ll take the stairs and fix that broken heel. I won’t drink more than 2 cups of coffee a day, I won’t waste time on facebook and trimming my grays. I’ll moisturize and deodorize, Clean my nails and comb my hair, I’ll iron my clothes and return borrowed books, And when all else fails I’ll even admit I don’t have model-