Oops, this is the other one then.
Chiseled in times, ravaged by war, a witness to the independence movement and surviving amidst troubled celebration. The monument stands and shines, devoid of percussion, beneath and over. Sans you, sans me. What is left of is platelets of the past and some enormous little moments.
Some cities just don’t give you a living, they breathe and emote, just like you do. Some cities make you what we are today. Calcutta is my soul and it’s DNA is the foundation of my life. What I possess in Calcutta is beyond words, sometimes beyond comprehension. Feelings juxtaposed, memories unlimited and segmented nostalgia.Continue reading “Calcutta, My Alma Mater”
The news of ‘The Dhaba’ in Ballygunge Phari closing down came as a shocker to us. I really felt an era has come to an end. We used to live in Ballygunge Circular Road in the 90s and we visited the Dhaba quite regularly. It was our favourite neighbourhood Dhaba. As kids, I remember pouncingContinue reading “Neighbourhood Dhaba”
Doesn’t matter which format, Ind Pak encounters are always a scorcher. With a packed Eden and a quality innings from Kohli ensured we seal this with comfortable elan. Thank you Kohli, for getting me watch T20!
This used to be the favourite hideout of my younger days, much much fitter and agile days I must say. Field, outfield, pads, coach, technique, drive, gloves, tension, sweat, lots of sweat, passion, craziness. More importantly, it was my age of adrenaline. After years, took a look at myself through the strokes of the youngContinue reading “old house”
There’s always this buzz about New York, London, Mumbai. Quietly, Calcutta figures amongst the noisiest and one of the most populous ones. Not revered but neither forgotten. Intrigued but not astonished, I have not seen vehicular traffic in Calcutta getting diminished by the travesties our trans-infra change. With some overwhelming overdrives that have graced theContinue reading “traffic”
The walk from Ballygunge Circular road to Park Street would be a shade under 20 minutes, 15 if you are in a breezy mood and walk like fire. LaMartiniere, The Kookie Jar, Hallmark, AGC were my witnesses while I gallantly strode towards my educative influences. Well, that was around 18 years back. But, the charmContinue reading “25, Park Street”
Calcutta (sorry but I prefer Calcutta..always!) and Pujo (the bengali way) are inseparable and contagious. This is that part of the year when India as a nation is immersed in festivities – names are different, customs are differentiated but commonalities are plenty – sweets, families, people, gatherings, crowded streets, traffic (its human traffic that supersedesContinue reading “Calcutta:Pujo:Dhak:Mishti:Happiness”
Calcutta. Cha aar singhada. Country savaged by war, cities torn by partition and hatred. People in clutches of political propaganda and heist, witnessing victims of brutal animosity. Saradindu Bandhapadhyay’s witty and courageous Byomkesh Bakshi. Well, for me, Byomkesh Bakshi embodies the waters of above. And surprisingly, he hasn’t been an ardent flavor of Cinema,Continue reading “Reliving Byomkesh”
Images that speak for such beautiful moments of my life.. I have had few enormous stints at the ‘Eden’, this one proved special as it marked my comeback to the ‘City of Joy’ and then to the ‘Eden’. Significantly, it was with my sweetheart and she was ecstatic :)! Picturesque and panting with energy, itContinue reading “When the ‘Garden of Eden’ called for..”
“life isn’t your bane, you are!” This isn’t a typical comeback, but then with plausible child monotony, this could be a turnaround. Or, may be, it does act as a litmus test. Nevertheless, does with darned fortunes. I am in joy with the city that possibly, and inevitably, made me. I am a believer inContinue reading “second coming..”