Way to wealth

This is one of the most interesting and intriguing topics that has eluded, so to speak, the sharpest minds since the dawn of human history. How to be rich?

There are many ways to be rich. I will share with you a few tips on how you can save money. They say, a penny saved is a penny earned. I have learnt these by carefully observing the habits of one of my friends, who has become rich at a very young age, referred to as Mr. J.

Table manners

There were about 10 of us assembled for lunch at a famous hotel. At the end of it, when the bill comes, its evenly split by 10. Mr. J grabs the bill quickly and raises his hand. He has a problem. He did not order the mineral water bottle costing around 10/- bucks. Why should he pay for it? So the Rs. 10/- is deducted from the entire amount and he pays the due. That’s our Daniel.

When lending money, remember…

The disadvantage of being rich is that you always have a few friends requesting bail outs, frequently. So our friend Mr. J lends this guy some 5,000/- bucks. Since he has transferred the amount to a different bank, his bank has charged him 10.5/- bucks towards service charge. Mr. J here meticulously mails the borrower to precisely give him back Rs. 5,010.50/-. The borrower, wrongly assumed that to be a harmless joke. So he returns Rs. 5,000/-, round. Immediately he gets a mail from J, “Man, you disappointed me, you gave me 10.5 bucks less”. Immediately the borrower transferred him the balance. Fair is fair.

Phone ethics

We have a common friend who regularly works out from 7:00-7:30 in the morning. Most of the days after getting back home, he used to see Mr. J had called. Obviously he used to call J back. One day, he was sick with fever. Mr. J calls him and he picks up the call. J gets the surprise of his life: he blurts out “Man, aren’t you supposed to work out now? How the hell did you pick up my call?”. Moral of the story: call people when you know they will never be able to attend your call. In fact, avoid calling your friends from your mobile phone if you can help. You can always peruse the office phone during the week days.


If you follow this to the letter, no doubt your bank balance will increase. But do not blame me if your own wife calls you a cheapo or a miser in public.

Hunger is the best sauce!

Agreed, but nothing like a good mustard sauce, our very own (Bengali) Kasundi, to stir the real hunger in you. You become a tiger on the table. [Its very up to you if prefer the table to a bed, as one of my friends does. Entirely personal and no arguments.]

Jokes apart, this is the one thing that we share with the Brits (or should I also include Europe in general?) with regards to the taste buds- the mustard sauce. My God. The sharp, pungent taste, the just right bitterness to it, tickles them to the just right degree. Be it the bland British dishes or the Bengali bhat (rice), the mustard is always there to make it more interesting. It braces you up for the daily ritual of hunger management and braces you like none other.

I dont know why I am calling this post the stuff that I am calling. I mean, I could easily have called it the “Ode to the Mustard Sauce” or something in  that vein, and still this article would be relevant.

This entire day was devoted to the pleasures of job hunting. Man, can’t tell you how exciting it all is. This is becoming an almost yearly ritual for me now, for the past 3 years, and I think, I could as well do with a lot less excitement in life. [As it is, my weekends are invariably as exciting as it gets, what with all old friends and a couple of goblets on the better side.] Had to attend a couple of grueling bouts of fencing, with the opponents baying for my blood. At last however, I succeeded in convincing the folks that I was the best deal that they could have for now. So they are happy and I am happy as well. The only small problem was that, two slices of bread, some grapes, a single egg and two narkel narus, not to mention a glass of lime juice, in the morning; and a coffee and a pair of sandwiches (by the courtesy of my recruitment HR) in the afternoon, were all that I ever had. As if I mind.

Dinner was sumptuous. Dal (lentils soup?), button mushroom on potato curry, with generous quantity of rice, with copious mix of Kasundi, and of course, ghee (Indian butter :)). By the way, did I tell you that the great Shila Da brought this bottle of Kasundi for me, all the way from Kolkata?


Its a real great relief to be writing this blog. I had been writing short quips on the goddamned Twitter. Its so irritating for vociferous people like us. What 140 characters nonsense!

কর্ত্রীপক্ষ দায়ী নয় [Disclaimer]…

These are the reflection of the ever flowing, dynamic, ever changing river of thoughts called “mind”. So, these might not necessarily be my views… it is, at best, the momentary reflection of a flickering image of my state of mind at the given instant, a tiny point on the vast, irretrievable scale which we call time.

More precisely:
মহা কালের গতির মাঝে ছোট্ট এক ক্ষণিকের মনের প্রতিবিম্ব৷ এটা অনেকটা একমুঠো নদির জলের মত৷ হাত দিয়ে ঠিক ধরা যায় না৷ নদির মধ্যে থেকে তুলে আনলে হাতের তালুর ফাঁক দিয়ে গলে জায়৷ ভাবতে আবাক লাগে যে এই জলই কিছুক্ষণ আগে একটি বৃহত জলধারার অঙ্গ ছিল৷ আমি এই বৃহত্তর জলধারার একটা বিবরনি আঁকতে চেষ্টা করব৷