I found out that we are related!
Following a tip from Bidisha from the previous day, I was able to put together the whole chain while having lunch with Sashwata. We lived within a stone’s throw (especially if have arms like you go to the gym everyday like all my Dallas Bengali friends these days seem to do) from each other for nine years but had never realized this before.
Now, to be fair, the relationship is fairly weak. It took four marriages to get us to be related!! One of those “fifteenth cousin, never-quite-successfully removed” kind of kinship.
As tortured as the description sounds – and it is tortured, you have my word that it is absolutely accurate to state that this gentleman is indeed….
“My wife’s father’s sister’s husband’s brother’s son’s daughter’s husband’s mother’s mother’s mother’s daughter’s daughter’s husband’s mother’s daughter’s daughter’s son” !!!
Waiter, one more drink here, please!!

Dallas Bengali friends – take one
Too soon?
Does this happen to you too?
When I bought my first Honda, I suddenly started noticing all the Hondas on the road. It was like every other car was a Honda.
When I bought my first motorcycle, even Sharmila mentioned how we started noticing a lot more motorcycles on the road than we had ever seen.
Asked the nice lady who served drinks to Bidisha and me where she was from. What do you know? She said – El Salvador!! In fact a small village that I actually visited last week! And she is the second person from El Salvador I have met after coming back from there!!
I realize nothing has changed other than we pay more attention to familiar – that too recent unique – experiences. But it feels too coincidental.
If any of you visit The Ranch in Las Colinas (near Irving), say Hi to Jennifer Velasquez.








