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Sunday, February 13, 2011

A letter to Mrs Das (The interpreter of Maladies)

Dear Mrs Das,

I know this letter will never reach you, as I do not have your address in America, and you have lost my address, but nonetheless, since I was planning to write you a letter, I shall do so.

Its been six weeks since I drove your family on that tour to the Sun Temple in Konarak. Here is a picture of the temple to refresh your memories:



Honestly I was still half expecting to receive your letter. If you had not lost my address, I would have heard from you right about now.

How is Bobby? I am sure that the little scratch on his leg would have healed by now? Just the other day I had to do an interpreting job for a patient who had been attacked by monkeys as well.



Well that may or may not be him.

It was a challenging job understanding the patient’s Gunjarati, as he was in pain, but I managed to handle this responsibility. I think I am starting to realise why you find my job romantic, Mrs Das.

I am also sorry I could not solve the problem you presented to me while we were at the hills of Udayagiri. Having mentioned that, I have lost my interest in writing this letter that will never reach you.

Normally I would not say this, but since this letter will never reach you, I would like you to say that I was quite fond of you Mrs Das. But after the secret that you told me, I am very much disappointed in you.

I hope that you will one day tell Mr Das about your secret, after all honesty is the best policy.

I must stop now, as I have to prepare for another guided tour tomorrow.


Yours Truly,


Mr. Kapasi


Prepared by
Daniel Tan Zhihua
100466

I need some time... (from A Temporary Matter)

Dear Nisha, my best friend ,before I leave Kumar I want to share this with you.. First of all, I am so sorry for abandoning your calls for months... I will tell you what happened...

Looking at my friends happily settled and bearing kids as many as they want, breaks my heart so much. I just cant be the old Shoba I used to be. I know Kumar realises it. We used to be so happily married and so crazy of each other.

The day we got married..
Kumar is always funny like this...
I loved Kumar so much..
                                                       
We used to spend so much time together laughing, joking around and having lots of fun. It all started in 2007 at a lecture hall in Cambridge, there was a group of Bengali poets giving a recital. He was bored and so was I. That was the moment, I was sitting next to him and he found me beautiful and straightaway attracted to me. He told me about it the night we got engaged.
(I know you didn't know how we fell in love).Those were the sweetest moments in my life. Here are some beautiful memories I had with Kumar...

The Cambridge Lecture Hall, the place we first met
Kumar and I in good times








Even though Kumar is very forgetful, I have always loved that about him. You know me, I am very much organized and systematic. I usually even list down the things I am going to buy and  also very meticulous about every details even about the Turkish carpet's color in my house. Kumar, on the other hand, (sighs hard) just let me state one, only one normal thing no one will forget, but he does! A simple dental appointment or even at least brushing his teeth in the morning! I used to be his daily calendar routine. Everything used to be so much fun back then...
During our honeymoon ...
But, everything started changing 6 months ago, when I was pregnant with my first child. Both of us were very much delighted. I remember the day I forced Kumar to attend the academic conference in Baltimore when I was still carrying my first child in me. I also remember that was the last day I had a heart filled with over-flowing love for Kumar. I remember waving at him, sending him off.

The memory in September 2011 washed away all the previous memories I had with Kumar.I was so in pain  before the due date. I had no choice but to rush to the hospital. I was hoping for a beautiful child just like Shreya, the little girl I was carrying at Aunt Kala's house.. Remember?

Shreya and I



I least expected a still-birth, Nisha. I was devastated and dissappointed. I had terrible emotional changes and I really think I need some time for myself. I spoked to Kumar for 5 consecutive days and we spilled the beans about every single details we didn't tell each other all these while. Those moments were really precious. But, right now I need time to think. I know I cannot be running away from problems as soon as they crop up, but I have no choice. I have been avoiding Kumar for months. Its really awkward eating with him or even looking at him. I am moving out, Nisha. I am sorry. Take good care of Dev and your beautiful kids. Our friendship necklace will always remind me of you. I am sorry again.

p/s: I took a picture of our friendship necklace just to show you I am still keeping it..
Remember, you gave me this in June 17, 2001? I love you, Nisha..always will...

Take care, Nisha. Friends Forever.
                                                                              Done by,
                                                                              Nishalina a/p Nadarajan (100518)

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

A candies’ tale~ (From WHEN MR. PIRZADA CAME TO DINE-Lahiri, Jhumpa )

Have I ever tell you I had a weird habit when I was small? Well, kids usually keep their falling tooth under their pillow and wait for the tooth fairy to come but I was keeping candies under my pillow instead of my falling tooth when I was a kid!

(Well, not this much..but there were so many different varieties you know?!!)
Blame it all at Mr. Pirzada!! ;) He was the one who spoiled me with all those yummilicious candies!

That year….Apart from eating a piece of candy for the sake of Mr.Pirzada’s family and praying for their safety, there was nothing I could do to makes things better as a little girl. Whoops, there was something big going on that time, it’s like real big!! And I’m going to tell you all.

Well, I nearly forgot when did Mr.Pirzada came into my life, but I heard from my mama that he came from Dacca, now the capital of Bangladesh, but then a part of Pakistan.
This is how Dacca look like... 

 Mama told me that Mr. Pirzada had a three-story home back in Dacca, a lectureship in botany at the university, a wife of twenty year, and seven daughters between the ages of six and sixteen whose names all began with the letter A, and it was all their mother’s idea! Luckily papa and mama didn't came out with such crazy idea!! >__^

Mr.Pirzada is like my real uncle and I believe he is a very good husband and father. As far as I could remember, each week Mr. Pirzada wrote letters to his wife, and sent comic books to each of his seven daughters.
(Shhhh..Sometimes Mr.Pirzada let me read first before he posted it back to Dacca!!)

How did Mr. Pirzada end up at America, far apart from the family at Dacca? I think he must be a well-educated man because he had been awarded a grant from the government of Pakistan to study the foliage of New England. Mama said the grant was a great honor, but when converted into dollars it was not generous. Therefore, Mr. Pirzada ended up living in a room in a graduate dormitory, and did not own a proper stove or a television set of his own. Oh ya, and that’s how he came to our house to eat dinner and watch the evening news (and gimme candies!!).

I was born here and never have a single idea about history of India, if it wasn’t because of Mr.Pirzada and his candies, I wouldn’t be so concern about the partition of India in 1947, which is also India’s Independence Day from Britian. I still remember how papa said it: 

“One moment we were free and then we were sliced up,”

 “Mr. Pirzada is Bengali, but he is a Muslim,” my father informed me. “Therefore he lives in East Pakistan, not India.”

Back to my topic, how did I pick up such a weird habit! Well, there is one time when we watched the news about Ducca from TV, BAD NEWS!

I could still remembered clearly that night I tried to convince myself that Mr. Pirzada’s family was in good situation. Eventually I took a square of white chocolate out of the box, and unwrapped it, and then I did something I had never done before. I put the chocolate in my mouth, letting it soften until the last possible moment, and then as I chewed it slowly, I prayed that Mr. Pirzada’s family was safe and sound. I had never prayed for anything before, had never been taught or told to, but I decided, given the circumstances, that it was something I should do.

Guess what?? That night when I went to the bathroom I only pretended to brush my teeth, for I feared that I would somehow rinse the prayer out as well. I wet the brush and rearranged the tube of paste to prevent my parents from asking any questions, and fell asleep with sugar on my tongue. Hahaaa!!! I admit that I was quite naive that time, F I NE!!! But hey, I was just a kid back then okayyy? I wanted to help but there is nothing I can do and I knew Mr.Pirzada misses her 7 daughters so much from the way he cared and looked after me, like the halloween night!

I always knew Mr. Pirzada would go back to his home in Dacca, to reunion with his family~

Finally, several months later, we received a card from Mr. Pirzada commemorating the Muslim New Year, along with a short letter. 


This habit of eating candy every night for Mr.Pirzada's family had been going on ever since he went back to Dacca. Each night before bed, I continue to eat a piece of candy I had saved from Halloween. And that night upon reading that letter, there was no need to do that anymore. Instead, I kept that letter under my pillow for quite sometime until I went to college. And our family continue to write letters with Mr.Pirzada to keep in touch with him.Recently he just became a grandfather. 

Bonus for you all: The picture he sent us the other day before 2011 new year.

Prepared by:
Choo Siaw Yin (Matric Number: 100464)

Monday, February 7, 2011

Stupid Cupid! (From This Blessed House)








Hello folks!  I am Cupid.  This is a picture of me as sketched by the humans.
Me!


                                                                           But of course I look better than this.

I am here not to talk about myself but to tell you a story about a man named Sanjeev and his wife Tamina or as she calls herself, Twinkle (Oh human and their funny nicknames!).  Got to keep the story short since Valentine's Day is TODAY so I'm pretty busy right now.

All right, a little about Sanjeev.  This is how he looks like:

Sanjeev
And this is how Twinkle looks like:

Twinkle

Well, something like that.

Many wonder how a man like Sanjeev could end up with a lady like Twinkle.  They were two completely different person inside out.


 



And so, the story begins at a girl's sweet 16th birthday party.




I began working on them then, shooting arrows right through their hearts.  Twinkle was charmed by how Sanjeev refilled her teacup. Funny isn't it, how a simple act like refilling someone's cup could spark a fire.  All thanks to me.

Anyway, after that they started calling each other through the phone and their conversation grew longer and then not too long after, they started visiting each other.







Sanjeev was a little strangely obsessive, saving up Twinkles cigarette buds (he is not so hygienic after all ey?) and cleaned his house every time before she visits him.

Twinkle had just broken up with her American boyfriend who wanted to be an actor like Daniel Henney, but didn't quite make it.
















Sanjeev was a rich, young man who had never been in love.





He told her that he loved her one fine afternoon and they got married four months after they first met.  
  



 
Like all married couples, they have their doubts and they argue over petty matters like whether or not to keep the statue of Virgin Mary.


But folks, let me tell you
this, opposite make the best couple when they learn to use their differences to complement each other.  


All right! Got to get back to work.

Happy Valentine's Day folks!
Let love fill the air!

Cupid out!








Done by:  Phang Su Ling (101870)