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…
Clouds are unyielding. They come, float about, collect but scatter in no time. Rain is reined, instead of reigning authoritatively in the middle of Ashad, the first month of monsoon.…
We all look for happiness. Whatever we did or do or will do are all aimed at one thing – Happiness. So we all work frenetically to find a way…
I came across Runner at a para puja pandal when cassettes held sway during Durga puja days. As it was a para club, I went straight into a darkish, damp…