Reflection

April is the cruellest month. It cannot just be a poet’s imagination in a waste land. It is a hard reality. We experience it in our school in small town…

I used to come here where I live now. Ulhas. Those days this place was a vast expanse of greenery. Those days mean when I was a school boy. I…

This Saturday noon on 2nd April was different. Southern wind was blowing everything out of its way. It hummed in blooming Krishnochuras and rustled in mango trees bedecked with late…

It was late 2006 that I was headed for Chennai to get my throat treated at Apollo Hospital. My voice had been remaining choked all the time for the past…

I can recall that picnic day very well. It was a bright winter day. Damodar shrank down to a silvery sinuous line. (Who would say that this very river swelled…

1. Sirens blaring, load-shedding. Copters hovering, people scrambling To bomb-shelters. A thud of bomb overhead A little girl smiles in bunker as she looks up At a man who pans…

Man is born free. But everywhere he is in chains. It is not a philosophical cliché. It is a fact. Man chains up fellow man; and thus gets chained up…

Lata Mangeshkar ji came to the Mohun Bagan ground of my town, Burdwan, decades back. If I can use a slightly high-sounding word, it was really an epoch-making day for…

As I am writing, my mind went back to those unbelievable scenes just a year back at Gabba as India overpowered Australia in their own backyard. A team that went…

India is a land of netas. There is hardly any lane and by-lane that does have neta. None becomes Netaji, actually does not dare to be. Subhas Chandra Bose is…