raising a toast to all women

It’s really hard to be a woman. a woman is a multi faceted being. She’s beautiful, loving, caring, compassionate, and the most marvellous thing is that she alone can handle a thousand things together and with ease. She’s a perfect homemaker, a doting mother, a loving wife, a caring daughter, a dutiful daughter in law, a trustworthy friend, a confidante to her colleagues and the list of the role that she plays in the society goes on.

It’s really inspiring to observe a woman’s life. How her life changes with time. When she is young she’s her daddy’s darling. She grows up without any worries, knowing that her parents are always there for her, to take care of her, to protect her. But one day she grows up, and then her parents marry her off to someone not known to her that well. she is then asked to go and live with that man now called her husband, in his home and call his parents her own. I think it’s really too much to ask of a persons.

But why is that a woman is always asked or rather forced to do things against her wish??? Why can’t a man marry a woman and come to stay with her at her home??? I know you may think its really silly of me asking such questions. You may even say that’s what the rule is. But my question is who has set such ruled?? Nobody even bothers to question a man, his whereabouts, and his life beside office. But questioning a woman is compulsory. A woman does so much for her family, her contribution for her family and rather to the society is awe inspiring but still even nowadays when a son is born in a family it’s celebrated with pomp and grandeur while the birth of a girl child is not heartily welcome.

But still a woman accepts all the wrongs done to her without even complaining, because she knows that a man is incomplete without her and the society will stop progressing if she is not there. she even knows that no matter how strong a man is he needs her much more than anyone else because she provides the mental support that he needs.

And finally before ending my too long and boring to some blog let me share with u’ll a song celebrating womanhood by Tammy wynette (one of my favourite songs)


Sometimes it's hard to be a womanGiving all your love to just one manYou'll have bad timesAnd he'll have good timesDoin things that you don't understandBut if you love him You'll forgive himEven though he's hard to understandAnd if you love himOh, be proud of him Cause after all he's just a manStand by your man Give him two arms to cling to And something warm to come to when nights are cold and lonelyStand by your manAnd tell the world you love him Keep giving all the love you canStand by your manStand by your manAnd show the world you love him Keep giving all the love you canStand by your man.
Three cheers for all the women ………enjoy your womanhood.

amar shohor

No matter how hard you try to break free from all bondages, one will always bind you to it with an invisible chain from which you can never free yourself and that is the bondage toyour roots,-no matter how hard you try the roots will always bind you firmly to them.

At times I do try not to think of my dear kolkata(my roots), not to miss it, but in vain. And the more I miss it the more I get homesick and the more it gets difficult for me to adjust in a new city which is so different from my dear city of joy.

I miss its roads, its roadside shacks selling hot samosas fried in some cheap quality oil (but believe me which will never give you a stomach ache), the small dingy lanes and bi-lanes, the honking of the rickshaw, the roadside quarrels, the ting-a-ling of the trams-in short every god damn thing that belongs to my shohor named kolkata.

If I have to compare between my dear kolkata and other cities like Delhi, Mumbai,
Bangalore I have to admit that kolkata is still very backward in terms of modernism and in terms of upgrading itself.

The kolkatan’s still conservative and their all time favourite pastime is gossiping about various stuff over a cup of goroom chai.

The weather’s not good, the traffic’s horrifying, everywhere u go the vendors are screaming at the top of their voices but still its surprising to see the spark of happiness and never ending enthu the people has . I think it’s the magical spirit of the city.

These lovers of mohanbagan and east Bengal, whose Sundays start with fulko luchis and ends with illisher jhaal are the only ones I know who makes mach khaoa special .infact you may call me partial but seriously I think Bengalis are the finest cooks in this whole wide world.

My happiness knows no bound when I think of going back to this wonderland, going back to my roots, the place I belong to, the place who has witnessed all those wonder years of growing up. I love you my dear city of joy.