Dedicated to Anubhav@Banerjee.com

Through the jongole I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent
Boshtaard Tiger has eaten wife
No doubt I will avenge poor darling's life

Too much quiet, snakes and leeches
But I not fear these sons of beeches
Hearing loud noise
I am jumping with start
But noise is coming from damn fool's heart

Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle tight with eye to sight
Should Tiger come I will shoot and fall him down
Then like hero return to native town

Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self - "Bannerjee be brave"
I am now proceeding with too much care
From far I smell this Tiger's lair

My leg shaking, sweat coming, I start to pray
I think I will shoot Tiger some other day
Turning round I am going to flee
But Tiger giving bloody roar spotting this Bengalee

He bounding from cave like football player Pele
I run shouting"Kali Ma tumi kothay gele"
Through the jongole I am running
With Tiger on my tail closer looming
I am a telling that never in life
I will risk again for my damn fool wife!!!!

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This was forwarded to a Bengali friend of mine, Anubhav, to which this was his reply......really good :D

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But the bengalee wouldn’t live with ease,
The wife's spirit shall forever haunt his peace,
So instead live like a dead rat,
He went back and this time did what he was better at.

So he hid behind a tigers cloak and wore a mask,
And when the tiger was away and the night was dark,
Remembering his dead wife, he crawled in then,
And royally f**ked the tigress in the tigers den.

Since then, all 'tigers' who fear an embarrassed life,
They vowed never to touch a Bannerjee's wife.
And whenever u see few idiot lurking cubs and a tiger walking in shame,
Think about the bengalee and remember his name!