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“…কলিকাতা শোনে নাকো চলার খেয়ালে; নৃত্যের নেশা তার স্তম্ভে দেয়ালে।আমি মনে মনে ভাবি চিন্তা তো নাই, কলিকাতা যাক নাকো সোজা বোম্বাই।দিল্লি লাহোরে যাক, যাক না আগরা – মাথায় পাগ্ড়ি দেব পায়েতে নাগ্রা।কিম্বা সে যদি আজ বিলাতেই ছোটে ইংরেজ হবে সবে বুট-হ্যাট্-কোটে।কিসের শব্দে ঘুম ভেঙে গেল যেই- দেখি, কলিকাতা আছে কলিকাতাতেই॥”– রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর “…Kolikata keeps walking […]
Read More Of Letters, Life Insurance and a Secretariat…“In the streets of Calcutta I sometimes imagine myself a foreigner, and only then do I discover how much is to be seen, which is lost so long as its full value in attention is not paid.” – Rabindranath Tagore And who could say it better, than him? How often do we roam around the […]
Read More Connected and insured under the watch of the Knight Grand CommanderThis has been looooooooooooong due! Manjit took me on this walk in February 2018, and here I am with half of 2020 gone! Not that it can be an excuse but 2018 had been a mad year and then it just slipped off the radar! And yet, as I started going through some old pictures, […]
Read More Calcutta… the London that was!Thought translation of আমি by Rabindranath Tagore, written on 29 May 1936 at Santiniketan By the power of my concsiousness, emerald got its green and coral red.The force of my vision illumined every corner of the vast spread, that is the sky!In my love for the rose, I uttered “Pretty” – and oh, how handsome […]
Read More Mind over matter or matter over mind????By some strange coincidence, SAREGAMA today posted a song that had been on my mind since the last few days… and the words were haunting me as much as the tune. You know like those songs that you keep humming through the day, for no apparent rhyme or reason! Ok, there might be a reason, […]
Read More Tagore – Through the eyes of Gulzar Part IIITonight, I fear not even if you come empty-handed into my lonely chamber, O friend… for I know your hands are there to hold me if my steps falter… Aimlessly I have wandered day and night through the streets and alleys of futile desire. It is about time I yield to your august presence. For […]
Read More Longing…Translated excerpts from দীন দান a verse written by Robindra Nath Tagore on the 5th August 1900… …“The God is not there in that temple” said the hermit. The angry king bellowed… “No God, you say? A saint… and yet you talk like an atheist! Behold the bejewelled idol brightly glows on the gem-studded throne. […]
Read More Timeless and relevant…In an earlier post, I have shared how Robi babu rules over my heart in the most unprecedented way possible. And no, I do not claim to know everything about him, so every new bit about him that I get to know now gives a new taste to my longing for him! And as usual, […]
Read More Tagore – Through the eyes of Gulzar Part IIYet another month of lockdown and yet another post! In fact, this comes in a little later than I thought I would be able to manage… too many things happening and too little time in hand! After my last post on walls, which was unexpectedly well accepted by the handful of readers that I have, […]
Read More Writings on the wall…No, this is not one more post on Sushant Singh Rajput or how brilliant he was and how he was victimized by Bollywood biggies or a hate post on known names. Neither is it a passionate post on how it could be a murder that is being branded as suicide and how it is all […]
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