Aboot me!

Hello,

You have reached the blog of Maccher Jhol. My name when translated to English means 'Fish Curry'.
Jhol = Curry/Stew ,
Maccher = Of fish .

So its not a very complex name,this..very apposite considering what I actually am.I am not one of those spicy and oily maccher jhols that leave ur oesophagus flaming and arteries congested.I might set your olfactory senses on fire,but believe me,I'm easy to ingest,and much easier to digest.

Try to visualise the enamouring aroma of brinjal, green chili, spices and the ridiculously expensive hilsa fish slowly cooked in mustard oil..filling up the whole room,while you await with baited breath and sputum, for your mum to finish cooking and serve it to you with hot steaming rice ..mmmmm...ohhhh yessssss..get it??...Yeah, so thats what I smelt like when they were cooking me.

Ok,now conjure up all your sensory faculties and think about the ecstasy that shoots across to every part of the body when the first morsel connects with you...the mixed feelings and desires of exultation, gluttony, greed, cognitive paralysis and gratitude that overcomes your body.The little pieces of brinjal that tingles your hard palate,the succulent hilsa that almost melts into your mouth as soon as it blends with your saliva,the various spices that just explode your body into a near orgasmic sensation.........ahhhhhhwww....Well,thats is what I would have tasted like,had my recipients been lucky enough to enjoy the 'marvel',that is me!....Poor fellas,apparently a close relative of theirs died of a heart attack,and in accordance to the rituals,they were required to banish me from the household...!

It came as quite a shock to me...One moment I was sitting pretty on a porcelain pot...and the next moment i was stuffed into a polythene bag and unceremoniously tossed into the garbage can....How rude!

I cant describe how scared and disgusted I was (well i actually can,but dont feel like it!),sitting there all alone in an unfamiliar and unpleasant environment...Add to that,I am claustrophobic,...I really needed to get out.Thats when a stray cat attracted by my alluring aroma came by and knocked over the can that was housing me,into the streets.He ripped open my captor and set me free...Finally my deliverance was nigh....but thats when Fate struck another blow.My wretched four legged liberator at that very moment got run over by a reckless inebriated truck driver...I was heartbroken..strewn across the street with the mangled corpse of the cat.

I am such an ominous bastard...bringing about the death of two perfectly innocent individuals.
I was made to please gourmands...but all I did was appease Death's lust for Blood!
I lie here in the streets observing the world and writing about my beliefs and POV!
I try my best to keep busy,prevent myself from becoming a poccha macch!