On a summer afternoon, after her classes, Sharmila bought her sandwich, and got in her favourite tram for a ride. She sat on the last seat and was enjoying her sandwich and the view, as the tram rolled on the tracks through Docklands. She didn\u2019t realise that her life was going to change forever. There were two boys, one of them looked like Indian and the other was a white Australian \u201cBlue eyed\u201d boy. They boys were young and handsome. The Indian boy was more interested in his mobile phone and the views outside whereas the white boy was more interested in Sharmila. She was a bit shy and felt uncomfortable as \u201cthe blue eyed boy\u201d was staring at her at times. On a couple of occasions, their eyes did meet \u201cnope I shouldn\u2019t do this\u201d she thought. As Melbourne Central approached, she stood up to get out of the tram. The two boys stood up too. They started following her, she was a bit disturbed and started walking fast. She also thought about talking to the two police officers at Melbourne Central Station. But then she thought maybe it was just her mind. As she was walking into the platform, the two boys were right in front of her, as if waiting for Sharmila. The white boy walked up to her and said \u201cHi, my name is Sam, are you new in this city?\u201d She wanted to avoid the boys, but the platform was crowded. She hesitatingly said \u201cyes\u201d. Then she looked here and there trying to ignore the boys. The boy asked politely again \u201cAre you Bengali\u201d? She was taken back. How on earth could a white boy guess it so right? She asked, \u201cwhy do you want to know?\u201d and the boy smiled back as if he was sure of her being a Bengali. She boarded the train and left.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
\u201cDurga Pujo\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n This was going to be her first Durga Pujo, away from Kolkata. She waited for a long time to meet \u201cMa Durga\u201d in Melbourne. Pujo is generally celebrated during the weekends in Melbourne. She and one her friend decided to visit the puja mandap on the first day of celebration. Dressed in a cotton saree, she and her friend, reached the Puja mandap (Hall). She offered her pushpanjali and stood in the line for Prasad.<\/p>\n She was in for a big surprise \u2013 standing on the other side of the puja hall were two familiar faces. The two boys she met during one of her \u201cMelbourne tram rides\u201d. The first question that came to her mind \u201cWhat are they doing here? Have they been following me\u201d?<\/p>\n The boys slowly walked up to her and introduced themselves \u2013 \u201cI am Sam and I am Rajeev\u201d.<\/p>\n Her brain was working overtime \u201cHmm one is a white Australian and the other a north Indian\u201d and she was trying to reason out as to why would they be at Durga Pujo Hall. Sam had a bright smile on his face as if saying \u2013 \u201cI knew you are a Bengali\u201d.<\/p>\n The two boys also offered pushpanjali (floral offering to Goddess) and had \u201cbhog (food offering)\u201d with as much bhakti (sincerity) as any other Bengali. As the whole Pujo function was about to end for the day, Sam asked \u201cwill you be coming tomorrow?\u201d to which Sharmila replied \u201cam not sure, let\u2019s see\u201d.<\/p>\n \u201cOK but we are coming\u201d said Sam.<\/p>\n They got friendly and started talking more freely. As they were about to leave the Pujo Hall, Sam asked Sharmila if she wanted to visit his house or maybe have a dinner with him someday. Sharmila was shy but intelligent, she knew exactly where the conversation was heading.<\/p>\n Sharmila commented \u201cI come from a very traditional Bengali family, my parents will never allow me\u201d and without waiting for a reply she walked away.<\/p>\n Sharmila\u2019s friend thought she was overreacting, Sharmila sort of agreed. They decided to go to the Pujo Hall the next day.<\/p>\n As expected, Sam and Rajeev were at the Pujo. While having Prasad after pushpanjali, Sam gathered enough courage to talk to Sharmila \u201cwell last night\u2026 hmmm. I didn\u2019t mean to offend you in any way\u201d. Sharmila replied \u201cListen, you are very nice person, but my mother will be very angry if she comes to know that I have gone out with a white Australian, so before you say anything else \u2026 I am sorry!\u201d. Sam stood smiling as Rajeev jumped in \u201cSo you are saying that you would only go out with a Bengali boy?\u201d Sharmila thought that was the best opportunity to set things clear and get rid of the two boys, with a bold voice she replied, \u201cYes of course, I am 100% Bengali\u201d. Sam asked, \u201cWould you go out with me if I were Bengali?\u201d She felt that she won the argument and replied, \u201cYes I would\u201d.<\/p>\n Sam said, \u201cOne minute, don\u2019t go anywhere, I got to make a phone call\u201d.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t realise that she just made the biggest mistake of her life. She walked into a well camouflaged trap.<\/p>\n Sharmila was puzzled. Sam made a call \u201cMa\u2026 tomar jonno bangali bou peye gechi, see you soon\u201d (Ma I got a Bengali daughter-in-law for you). Sharmila was shocked to hear Sam speak Bangla.<\/p>\n Sam came close to Sharmila, bowed before her \u201cAmar nam Samar \u2026. Samar Sarkar, (My name is Samar Sarkar), now your mother shouldn\u2019t have any problems\u201d.<\/p>\n Sharmila was puzzled, startled and confused, her confidence was shattered, she asked her friend \u201cCan you get me a chair and a bottle of water please\u201d. She asked, \u201cBut I thought you were a white Australian\u201d, Sam replied \u201cmy dad came to Australia to do his masters 30 years ago, fell in love with my mom and got married. She is a white Australian, I took up all my mother\u2019s traits. I look more like her\u201d.<\/p>\n \u201cBut have you been following me? Why me?\u201d asked Sharmila. \u201cMy mom had challenged me to find a Bengali girl\u2026then I met you in the city circle tram and I knew you were the one. Since then, I have been wanting to talk to you. Its destiny, we had to meet again in front of Ma Durga at the mandap. I knew you were the girl. So, when do you want to meet my mother?\u201d replied Sam.<\/p>\n \u201cBut you didn\u2019t answer my question, have you been following me?\u201d asked Sharmila. \u201cNo, I have not. But something deep inside was telling me that if you were a Bengali, you would come to Durga Puja. Smart, aren\u2019t I?\u201d replied Sam and they both laughed.<\/p>\n Sam and Sharmila spent the evening sitting next to each other watching all the cultural programs. They also had bhog at night. The night was slowly coming to an end and they had to depart. \u201cI had a lovely time here\u201d Sam said, to which Sharmila agreed with a nod. As they were parting for the night Sharmila was about to walk out of the Pujo hall, she turned around to see what Sam was doing, there was Sam standing with a smile on his face, Sharmila shouted \u201cCall me next week, I am free\u201d to which Sam replied \u201cOf course I will\u201d and the Pujo Hall door closed behind her.<\/p>\n Rajeev whispered, \u201cHave you got her mobile no\u201d, Oops exclaimed Sam, he ran out and Sharmila was standing there, as if she was expecting that to happen. She took out a piece of paper from her bag and wrote something \u201cHere you go\u201d. Sam was ecstatic.<\/p>\n Sam called her next week and asked her if she wanted to go out for a dinner. \u201cWhere do you want to go?\u201d asked Sharmila, \u201cI am still thinking. Are you free on Friday night?\u201d Sam enquired, to which Sharmila said \u201cI am free\u201d.<\/p>\n Sam knew exactly where he wanted to take Sharmila for their first dinner. Shamila was getting inquisitive about where they would go for their first dinner and texted Sam a couple of time, Sam kind of avoided that question. On Friday, Sam called Sharmila and asked her to meet him at the Crown Casino entrance at the Spencer Street side at 5pm.<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n \u201cThe first Dinner Date\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n Sharmila hadn\u2019t been to the casino and was excited. She came a few minutes early and was waiting. Sam came exactly at 5. \u201cHello, good to see you Sharmila\u201d Sam said, \u201cyou look gorgeous in your lavender suit\u201d.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks, Let\u2019s go I am hungry!!\u201d said Sharmila.<\/p>\n Sharmila held Sam\u2019s hand and turned around to enter the Crown Casino. \u201cWait \u2013 We are not going in the casino\u201d,<\/p>\n \u201cThen?\u201d Sharmila asked.<\/p>\n Sam held Sharmila\u2019s hand and said, \u201cCome with me\u201d. They walked along the tram lines and reached the tram stop #125 on Normanby Road. Before Sharmila could say a single word, Sam said, \u201ctrust me you will love it\u201d. Sharmila smiled, she had started to trust Sam. After some time there came her favourite red colour tram.<\/p>\n Sam said, \u201cWe are taking that tram\u201d. It looked like a tram, but it was lot more than just a tram. \u201cYou first\u201d.<\/p>\n As Sharmila walked in, it all became clear to Sharmila, they were going to have the best romantic dinner of their lifetime. They were going to have dinner in \u201cThe Colonial Tramcar Restaurant\u201d. Sharmila pointed her finger out of the window at the Crown and said, \u201cI so wanted to go inside.\u201d<\/p>\n Sam replied, \u201cleave it with me\u201d and the conversation continued. Sharmila enjoyed every moment that evening. Sam did wow her and made his intentions clear.<\/p>\n A couple of days later Sam called Sharmila and asked if she was free on the following Saturdays, to which Sharmila replied with a big yes. She woke up early on the Saturday and called \u201cHi Sam, when and where are we meeting\u201d to which Sam replied, \u201cSame as last time\u201d.<\/p>\n They met outside Crown Casino at 5pm and held hands as they walked through the magical front entrance of Crown Casino. She was awed with the opulence, action, and clanking sound of falling coins in \u201cCoin tray\u201d of the poker machines. This was their first time in Crown. They tried their hand at the poker machines but soon realised that the poker machines were luckier.<\/p>\n \u201cI have a surprise for you, let\u2019s go\u201d, said Sam. Sharmila smiled \u201cOK\u201d. They both walked into the lift and Sam said, \u201cClose your eyes and don\u2019t open it until I tell you\u201d, she had started to like Sam\u2019s surprises and she obliged.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay, open\u201d Sam said. \u201cWe are at the 28 Skybar Lounge\u201d.<\/p>\n Sharmila looked around, she was ecstatic. She could see the Melbourne City lights from the 28th floor of the Crown Casino. They sat next to wall to ceiling glass windows enjoying the city views and the sun set. They were loving each other\u2019s company and Sam\u2019s favourite Champagne. Time just flew.<\/p>\n \u00a0***<\/p>\n \u201cLove Blossomed\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n As time passed, they met over coffee, lunch and tea on numerous occasions. They were happy, comfortable and their bond was getting stronger with every time they met.<\/p>\n One a sunny Saturday morning, Sam called Sharmila and asked if she could meet him in the city for a day out. \u201cOK no problems\u201d replied Sharmila. \u201cMeet me outside Flinders Street station on Swanston Street\u201d said Sam.<\/p>\n As Sharmila was coming out of the station, she saw a big crowd of gorgeously dressed men and woman at the Federation Square.<\/p>\n \u201cWow what\u2019s happening there\u201d asked Sharmila. Sam held her hand and said, \u201cLet\u2019s go\u201d.<\/p>\n It was the Indian Film Festival of Melbourne. Wow what a surprise. They met a few renowned cinema artists from Bollywood, had a few selfies with them. They were enjoying each other\u2019s company, as much as, the stage performances.<\/p>\n They also visited the National Gallery of Victoria. Sam bought her a gorgeous hand painted scarf by a renowned Aboriginal artist.<\/p>\n They came out of the event and started to walk hand in hand along the Yarra River.<\/p>\n \u201cSo romantic, isn\u2019t it? It\u2019s just like walking along the Ganga.\u201d said Sharmila.<\/p>\n Sam nodded in agreement.<\/p>\n Everything was going very well. Sam knew she wouldn\u2019t say \u201cno\u201d but still he wanted to hear it from Sharmila.<\/p>\n \u201cI have been waiting to ask you something, Sharmila\u2026 We have been meeting each other for some time\u2026 and\u2026 \u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd I think I am in love,\u201d said Sam.<\/p>\n So, what do you want me to do?\u201d asked Sharmila<\/p>\n \u201cAll I want you to do is say, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut what\u2019s the question?\u201d<\/p>\n Sam bent down on his knees, held Sharmila\u2019s hand and said, \u201cWill you marry me?\u201d<\/p>\n Sharmila cried with joy, happiness and excitement. Sam stood up, took Sharmila in her arms and they kissed. It was the sweetest feeling ever, a feeling of love and togetherness.<\/p>\n Sam wanted to celebrate. Right opposite Flinders Street station was the Historic Chloe\u2019s Pub at the Young and Jackson Hotel. They walked in and were lucky to get a table. As they ordered their favourite drink, Sharmila commented turning her head \u201cwow that\u2019s a sexy looking lady\u201d.<\/p>\n Sam turned around smiled back and said \u201c Oh, She is Chloe \u2013 the famous nude portrait. It has adorned the walls of this hotel since 1909\u201d.<\/p>\n \u201cWow, amazing\u201d said Sharmila. \u201cYou know it\u2019s valued at $5million\u201d said Sam.<\/p>\n Sharmila with a wink replied, \u201cI know why\u201d. They both laughed.<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n \u201cThe Plan\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n Somewhere deep inside Sharmila was happy but worried at the same time.<\/p>\n Sam was training to be a chef and had recently joined a Michelin star restaurant as an apprentice. The thought of Sam being a chef always bothered her. Would her parents accept a chef as their jamai (son-in-law)? To be a good son-in-law in a Bengali family, you had to be an engineer or a doctor or an accountant. Sharmila\u2019s parents were very traditional. Sharmila met Sam\u2019s family a couple of times and became friendly. While having a conversation, Sam\u2019s mom suggested that Sharmila should invite her parents over, on the pretext of having a holiday in Australia and leave the rest to her.<\/p>\n Sharmila convinced her parents to visit her in Melbourne during her holidays. It was late October, Sharmila\u2019s parents were visiting her. Late evening, the flight from Singapore landed at Tullamarine Airport. They were excited and emotional as they were about to see their daughter after a year. They had lots to talk about and they had lots of gifts for her.<\/p>\n Sharmila was waiting at the Arrival lounge.<\/p>\n After clearing all formalities with immigration and customs, Sharmila\u2019s parents walked out the door. The door opened to a big hall with lots people waiting.<\/p>\n \u201cMa\u201d shouted Sharmila,<\/p>\n \u201cThere she is\u201d shouted her father.<\/p>\n As the family met, Sharmila\u2019s mother noticed a tall \u201cwhite lady\u201d gorgeously dressed in a \u201cMurshidabad silk saree\u201d walking towards her smiling. She came to Sharmila\u2019s mother and introduced herself in Bengali \u201cNamashkar, ami Michelle, apnader dekhke khoob bhalo laglo\u201d (Namashkar, I am Michelle, very happy to see you). Standing next to her was a handsome blue eyed boy.<\/p>\n Sharmila\u2019s mom asked \u201cApnake to chinlam na?\u201d (I didn\u2019t recognise you).<\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s go. and the journey begins, cholo chlo (go go )\u201d Sharmila interrupted.<\/p>\n \u00a0***<\/p>\n \u201cTense moments\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n Sharmila\u2019s parents were tense and they followed Sharmila towards the car park. Michelle dropped them at Sharmila\u2019s house and went home. Sharmila was trying really hard to make things easy and bring down the tension.<\/p>\n Her parents were quiet, as if there was a void somewhere and Sharmila was trying hard to fill up that void by sharing all her experiences and achievements in Melbourne.<\/p>\n That night Sharmila\u2019s parents went to bed with a heavy heart. Next morning, everything wasn\u2019t normal. There was calmness, tension in the house. Her mother asked Sharmila about who they were and why were they associating themselves with her? It is not that they couldn\u2019t understand what was going on, it was just that they wanted to hear it out of Sharmila\u2019s mouth. \u201cMa, Can you please wait for one day, it will all be clear tomorrow\u201d.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d asked her mother.<\/p>\n \u201cWe will all go out for lunch tomorrow to a very nice place\u201d Sharmila replied.<\/p>\n She being their only child, they were just following her, agreeing with her.<\/p>\n The most important thing was Sharmila looked very happy.<\/p>\n \u00a0***<\/p>\n \u201cThe Families met\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n Next morning, Sharmila called an Uber and the destination was \u201cWerribee Mansion Hotel\u201d. It was a cool sunny morning and after a long drive they reached the entrance of the mansion lawns where they met Sam and his parents. They all headed for the restaurant, a big table for six were already booked by Sam\u2019s father. By now, Sharmila\u2019s parents were 100% sure of what was to come. They were just eagerly waiting for the announcement.<\/p>\n Sam\u2019s dad started the conversation \u201cAmi Sam er Baba\u2026Bujhtei to parchen\u2026(I am Sam\u2019s dad. Hope you understand)\u201d and everybody nodded in agreement. Sharmila\u2019s mother knew exactly what was happening. Sharmila\u2019s parents introduced themselves \u2013 \u201cami Reba \u2026 ar amar nam Rudra (I am Reba and my name is Rudra)\u201d.<\/p>\n Sharmila\u2019s mother thought of coming straight to the point rather than going around in circles, she asked \u201cWhat does Sam do? I mean as a profession.\u201d Sharmila dreaded this question and was worried about how her parents would take the answer, he was neither an Engineer nor a Doctor\u2026<\/p>\n Sam took charge, he replied with confidence \u201cI am a trained chef, completed by 3 year course and now I am an apprentice. After I finish my apprentice, I want to open up my own Bengali fusion restaurant in Melbourne.\u201d Then there was a big silence. Everybody was waiting for a reaction.<\/p>\n After a big pause Sharmila\u2019s mother said \u201cReally? Do you want to open a Bengali restaurant? It has always been my dream?\u201d There was a sigh of relief, everybody laughed. Sharmila said \u201cMy mother is the best chef in Kolkata \u2013 that is my claim. If you want, you can do apprenticeship under her\u201d and everybody laughed. \u201cOMG you could be my business partner\u201d exclaimed Sam. Everybody had a hearty time, talked openly, shared all family stories. Everybody was comfortable and Sharmila was the happiest girl in the world.<\/p>\n \u201cBefore we go home today, I have two questions to ask \u2013 one for Sam and Sharmila and the other for you Mr and Mrs Sarkar\u201d said Sharmila\u2019s mother. \u201cSharmila and Sam, are you two really serious?\u201d \u2026 jointly \u201cYes\u201d came the answer, she continued \u201cNow that our kids are serious, I would like to see them engaged before we head back to Kolkata\u201d.<\/p>\n Mr and Mrs Sarkar looked at each other and nodded with agreement.<\/p>\n \u201cI love it here, look at the lush gardens and the building looks very Royal, Mr Sarker\u201d said Sharmila\u2019s dad, \u201cif possible, I would like the party to be organised here \u2013 at the beautiful Werribee mansions. I want your help. What do you think?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes sure\u201d replied Mr Sarkar. Everybody was happy and they ordered a Champagne to celebrate the occasion. Happy but tired, it was time to head back home. Shamila was smiling all the way home.<\/p>\n \u00a0***<\/p>\n \u201cWedding with a condition\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n Her dad had the deepest and the most comfortable sleep in his life, that night. But her mother, well she had a sleepless night. The next morning, she looked tired, as if not happy with something. She looked as if she had something to say.<\/p>\n \u201cMa, Ki holo? (Ma, what happened?)\u201d asked Sharmila.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know, if I should say this or not\u201d and there was a big pause and<\/p>\n \u201cYou know, I had always dreamt of opening up my own Bengali restaurant and your dad was never interested, so it never happened\u201d said Sharmila\u2019s mother.<\/p>\n \u201cSo, what now Ma?\u201d asked Sharmila,<\/p>\n \u201cI want to have a talk with Sam now\u201d said her mother. Sharmila was worried and she dialled Sam\u2019s number,<\/p>\n \u201cHello Sharmila\u201d Sam said,<\/p>\n Sharmila responded \u201cSam, my mother wants to talk to you\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSure\u201d said Sam<\/p>\n Sharmila\u2019s mom took the phone and said \u201cSam, can you please put the phone on speaker and is your mom and dad nearby. I want to say something\u201d After a short pause, she continued \u201cI have one condition for this marriage\u201d everybody was surprised.<\/p>\n Sam\u2019s father said, \u201cwhat is it\u201d. Her mother continued \u201cSam has to promise me that when he opens up his restaurant, he will make me a partner and give me a chance to cook in his restaurant\u201d<\/p>\n Sharmila was very embarrassed at her mother\u2019s demand, but Sam and his dad were very happy and relieved. They both shouted, \u201cYES YES\u201d and everybody laughed.<\/p>\n \u201cWell I have one question\u201d Sam\u2019s dad asked. \u201cWhat is it Mr Sarkar?\u201d replied Sharmila\u2019s mother. \u201cNow it seems like you have been planning for the restaurant for years, have you thought of a name for the restaurant?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cyes, I have thought of a name too – Mrinmoyee<\/strong>\u201d.<\/p>\n That was just the beginning<\/strong><\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n Partha Mazumdar <\/strong>(Economic commentator and start-up entrepreneur, VIC) lives in Melbourne with his family. He was born in Kolkata and brought up in Delhi. After completing his BSc and Post- Graduation in Computer Applications, he joined a reputed a reputed software company in 1991 as programmer. He didn\u2019t like the concept of sitting on a computer all day and coding. So he joined in Presales. His passion has always been finance and economics. Even though he wasn\u2019t trained in finance but he knew \u201cfinance and economics\u201d deep in his heart. He later joined a reputed Indian group as a MIS Officer. He got exposure to Project Management, Finance modelling and Analysis. After 3 years he joined a reputed Merchant Banking company and then worked for a bank. He never stopped thinking about creating his own venture.<\/p>\n He migrated to Australia to do his MBA at Monash University.<\/p>\n He started his working career in Australia as Consultant in a start-up in 2001, the dot com boom period. After the market crash in the early 2000, he\u00a0joined one of the major banks as a clerk and worked his way through to securing an leadership Performance \/ analytics role in the \u201cinternet and Voice channel\u201d of the Bank.<\/p>\n Even though working for the Bank, he never stopped thinking about creating his own venture. Last year, he floated a unique concept, he wanted to revolutionise the way people bought and sold house \/ business. 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