A bit on Singur and Nandigram protests

When Singur and Nandigram was steaming, more in the minds of the middle class Bengali intelligentsia, various celebrities and groups were busy fishing in the murky water. It was possible to track the events better by watching from a distance.
The awesome and loud protest by the devi’s and babu’s termed as ‘sushil’ was rather extraordinary. Also [...]

The Son

The son is in trouble again. Parents are spending sleepless nights storming their conscience to find out a solution. The mother is worried to that extend that she started calling the parents of his classmates to verify his school activities. She also started monitoring him from the balcony when he is playing.
The causes of [...]

The fighter extraordinary

Last Tuesday I was watching the IPL match between Kolkata and Mumbai. I was never a keen cricket watcher except a brief stage during my school days when I was expecting myself to grow up as a cricket all-rounder; though I was never chosen to play for either any local or school team. These days [...]

Something like a Prologue

This should be the beginning of a long cherished desire of a broken man. Unaided and alienated from his likely milieu, he is living his droning life with the longing to share some of the thoughts and ideas which once was the stimulus of many of his unfinished actions.
This should also be the beginning of [...]