My father would always say, every day that you spend without learning anything new is a day wasted. It is another story that the same man has been only binge watching the same old Bangla movies on the same old dusty desktop every evening for the past few years and learning nothing new.
But I have also been told that buro boyesh is not for judgements. So, no judgements,
Coming back to learning something new everyday for us, less aged mortals. Learning from my weekend Hysteroscopy is that there is another type of less known TB which is Genital TB.
Why did I need this learning? Because my samples are sent for screening.
But really, what did I learn from this? To not take our health for granted.
Now the real learning. Between a situation to pray for your health and pray for your job, always pray for your health. Praying every day, hence.
And secretly hoping some org will like me and take me. Maybe tomorrow.
Tuesday, February 17, 2026
Learnings
Sunday, February 15, 2026
Hysteroscopy
Scary big words that life keeps throwing. I know people have it worse. But there should be a limit to sadness per month, no?
Be back in a bit, minus diseases. Inshallah. Please God.
Saturday, February 7, 2026
Jumpscare
With topical dermatitis or psoriasis or dry eczema (No, Doctors have no idea. Yes, multiple Doctors) joining the misery party, here comes the "Go Back" placard from Calcutta, again. There would be another attempt to dip my toes tightly inside the Calcutta mud and try to stay longer, forever. Only time would tell if a gush of misery wave is going to put me away or standstill would continue. Instantly worried about S's career which could get affected by this hate hate vibe that fate has developed.
Stress is a trigger. I have been told.
Wow Gods! So kind. I don't even know what to say. I am just so tired. As if losing Hreed was not enough. Now, my home too? I know people have it worse. But some have it better. Way way better. Why can't that be me? Why can't that be us? Time to start listening to prayers maybe? Gods? Anybody home?
Wednesday, February 4, 2026
Long Haul Flight
Somewhere, someone cries
Somewhere, someone dies
While someone takes a long haul flight
Someone rushes
Someone pushes
Someone stacks a pile of lies
Someone struggles
Someone rebels
Someone wholeheartedly complies
All of it
While someone takes a long haul flight
While someone takes a long haul flight
May luck, come by
May life, come by
While someone takes a long haul flight
- Obhi
Thursday, January 29, 2026
Another Restless Night
Just when you think you've seen the worst of worst, life gives you a new low! Not sure if my prayers have any effect but totally praying for the 24year old to not have L.
Just when I thought my problem was the biggest, here it comes. I can't even. My god.
Wednesday, January 21, 2026
Tuesday, January 20, 2026
Mind Over Body
Story, because AI could never!
Growing up I could gain and lose weight very easily. The years and phases when the weight was on the higher end, my height weight jugalbandi would droop down my confidence to eventually cause me to eat more to cause more drooping down, a vicious cycle.
Last one year was one of the most medically and financially exhausting years where, ofcouse, the dropping down reached an all time high (technically). This drowned my confidence in Hoogly. Gained weight, lost hair, still losing peace of mind.
Medicines for weight gain
Keto for weight loss
Repeat
July
August
September
October
November
December
And by now I was 5kg lighter by body mass and 100 kg heavier by mind weight. Mind over body. Remember.
So when they gave me a new diet chart today. I laughed.
Mind over body, the nutritionist said.
What would you know.
Monday, January 5, 2026
House With A Slip
"Children, those are slides..." said Mrs. Young, my Lower Nursery class teacher. "You are in a convent school; what is 'Slip Slip'? Speak proper English," as we made a long queue to take turns on the solitary yellow-colored slide beside our Pre-Primary section premises.
I instantly knew I had to go home and tell my aunts and Amma about this new English word.
As a child, I grew up in a joint family for the first 10 years as the only human who was below 10 years old, so obviously I was pampered and spoilt in every way a middle-class child could be pampered and spoilt. One of those episodes always had Nana take me to the park in the evenings whenever I wanted, but in the park, I always had to face a long queue in front of the Dolna—the swing. Back home, since everything was presented to me before I could know I needed it, this "waiting" game was too much for me to handle; so, of course, I switched my favorite from Dolna to the "Slip," which was always open, always less crowded.
In school, we could use the "Slip" only during PT periods in Pre-Primary—only twice a week, really! But come Class I, Primary Section, we were free birds graduating from the yellow plastic slide of Pre-Primary to the cemented slide in the central ground of our school! So, every morning, when our school bus would drop us at school 50 minutes before the school actually started, all of us—Bus No. 16 , 14 and Bus No. 8 friends—would gather around the three-faced cemented slide until the Assembly Bell. There was special joy on PT days when we wore keds because that would make running and reaching the top from the bottom front of the slide a cakewalk compared to the daily ballerinas.
This ritual stopped once we were in the Secondary section because other things started seeming more interesting. During this transition phase, one day we went to D-Uncle's new flat in a society of those times which had a slide INSIDE THE SOCIETY! My 10-year-old brain went giddy with dreams of living in such a house that would have a slide. In my dream house with a slide below, I would return home every evening and run to the slide and all would be well.
I remember living with this dream for a few days once we returned back home.
Then years passed, I grew up, and I don't remember getting on any kind of slide for at least the last 10 years, or maybe 20.
However, today, I noticed something. I had gone out to buy something in the morning and, in the random 10 degrees of Newtown's extra chilly winds while coming back, I saw that there are not one, not two, but three (technically four) slides right below my building.
These existed for the last 6 months as well, but they never seemed important enough to be given a moment of thought. When we were house hunting, this was not even on the list, whereas things like "Covered Parking" and "Security Deposit" were all that I cared about. What have I become?
Hence, this gratitude post from that 10-year-old dreamer.
The current me is still exhausted and low on faith, but at least I finally have the 'house with a slip', for now (fate Gods, no nazar and uprooting, please)