Reflection

As I was about to enter class eleven science (I am a class teacher) today, I stopped a little. I called my fellow teachers. They hurried over. Time was short.…

I first saw Tapas Pal in his debut film Dadar Kirti long after it was released in 1980. It was a relaxed Sunday noon in early ninety when Delhi Doordarshan…

I cannot say it is a happy time to buy cake, cut it in candle light and decorate a Christmas tree humming some strains from Christmas carol. I cannot say…

I keep on humming this song right from morning today: I am a traveller… I’ve forgotten my home as the world becomes my home. Bhupen Hazarika lends his inimitable voice…

The run-up to Diwali, this year, is far from bright. From, perhaps, all sides, all around the map of India, cyclonic storms are brewing and threatening to run through across,…

Classical artists generally live apart and look down on other musical genres. They tend to think that they are pure and as puritans they have every right to frown on…

This morning as rain was pouring hard and everything looking and getting wrapped in dark, I took to you- tube to laze on and the first thing flashed on mobile…

Out of the town and close to Gangpur, Into the spaces where once paddy grew, Under the skies touching the horizon; Ulhas came into being not decades beyond. I came…

I heard Manna Dey, not from him, but from a hawker. Years back I was coming from Kolkata in a Howrah-Burdwan chord-line local. The local was bursting with people who…

Last Sunday morning was a huge surprise for me. A car came and stopped near the gate of my next door neighbour. A faint sound of a song came inside…