A raindrop falls, hits the ground, disintegrates and is no more. The last light of the day leaves Imagine a home in the country Imagine a garden, rose beds Think of the sun in the flowers, Imagine your children playing, Carefree and happy. Are the seams in your shirt straight? Imagine a girl who wanted […]
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Author: Saptarshi Basu
So Who is Naipaul?
** 2002. Second year of the dreaded chase called Engineering. I was sitting in a smoky, ghostly room with fellow Mech-ies enjoying a rather strong brew. Tranced into the ocean of Bengali Renaissance songs, we hovered in a make-believe happy little world. All sorts of topics, ranging from girls to the ever increasing price of liquor […]
Up In The Smoke
Slowly from behind the camera, the giant of a man and his tall, slim frame emerges. A cigarette dangling close to his lips. You recognise him instantly.. the enigmatic versatile genius, Satyajit Ray. Magical images of Pather Panchali and Apu trilogy shapes up in that cloud of smoke. Or take a new Feluda movie with […]
Naughty Feet
Corporate offices, if you ask me in some way, are nice. At least they won’t let you feel the weather outside. Sweaty mornings, scorching afternoons, crimson evenings or muggy nights. It all looks the same from your pushback chair and eternally drawn curtains. Whatever the weather outside, you remain cool inside. And whatever be the […]
The Bearded Man In My Head..
I remember I wrote my first poem at the age of seven. It was ‘ Ek je chilo bador, Se kheto sudhu gajor (Once there was a monkey, who ate only carrots)’. My parents had a hearty laugh about it. My father, then told me that Gurudev’s first poem was ‘Jol Pore, Pata Nore’ (It […]