Of Letters, Life Insurance and a Secretariat…

“…কলিকাতা শোনে নাকো চলার খেয়ালে; নৃত্যের নেশা তার স্তম্ভে দেয়ালে।আমি মনে মনে ভাবি চিন্তা তো নাই, কলিকাতা যাক নাকো সোজা বোম্বাই।দিল্লি লাহোরে যাক, যাক না আগরা – মাথায় পাগ‍্‌ড়ি দেব পায়েতে নাগ্‌রা।কিম্বা সে যদি আজ বিলাতেই ছোটে ইংরেজ হবে সবে বুট-হ্যাট্‌-কোটে।কিসের শব্দে ঘুম ভেঙে গেল যেই- দেখি, কলিকাতা আছে কলিকাতাতেই॥”– রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর “…Kolikata keeps walking […]

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Longing…

Tonight, I fear not even if you come empty-handed into my lonely chamber, O friend… for I know your hands are there to hold me if my steps falter… Aimlessly I have wandered day and night through the streets and alleys of futile desire. It is about time I yield to your august presence. For […]

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Timeless and relevant…

Translated excerpts from দীন দান a verse written by Robindra Nath Tagore on the 5th August 1900… …“The God is not there in that temple” said the hermit. The angry king bellowed… “No God, you say? A saint… and yet you talk like an atheist! Behold the bejewelled idol brightly glows on the gem-studded throne. […]

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Writings on the wall…

Yet another month of lockdown and yet another post! In fact, this comes in a little later than I thought I would be able to manage… too many things happening and too little time in hand! After my last post on walls, which was unexpectedly well accepted by the handful of readers that I have, […]

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Panchi chala uss desh ko…

No, this is not one more post on Sushant Singh Rajput or how brilliant he was and how he was victimized by Bollywood biggies or a hate post on known names. Neither is it a passionate post on how it could be a murder that is being branded as suicide and how it is all […]

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