New year vs নববর্ষ

The city gathered throughout the day around the city’s tourist hotspots and flanked Park Street like some anonymous army ready to take over the fallen castle of 2016. 31st December, a day when people celebrate the end of a year or rather celebrate the beginning of another or maybe bit of both. End of a…

A Penny For Thoughts That Matter..

Imagine if the grasses weren’t green, and the roses weren’t red. Would everything still be the same? Would it be okay ? When the burns aren’t painful enough, the ashes aren’t dry enough, when the memories aren’t pressing enough, or the lies aren’t hurtful enough, everything is still there. Nothing remains when we want it…

A Message From Professor Shanku.

Okay, my good bong friends down on earth; most of you know me. I am the scientist that revolutionized the bong society back in 1965, when my creator Satyajit Ray decided to introduce me to your world, and your world to the magnificent genre of science fiction. Many days, have passed since then – since…

আলোর আধিপত্য

বঙ্গ সন্তান হওয়ার যে অনেকগুলি সুখ আছে তার মধ্যে, ‘বারো মাসে তেরো পার্বণ’ রীতিটির জন্য আমাদের পূর্বপুরুষদের কাছে কৃতজ্ঞ থাকা তা উচিত বৈকি। আবার এইসবের মধ্যে আলোকসজ্জা নিয়ে বিশেষ ভাবনা চিন্তাও অবাক করার মতো। উৎসব মানেই যে আলো তা আর কাউকে আলাদা করে বলে দিতে হয়না, আর সত্যি তো উৎসব মানেই মানুষের ধনাত্মক শক্তির উপাসনা,…

Mahalaya- heralding good times?

The day started early, precisely around 4am in the morning with the familiar smell of caffeine and a happy feeling. Insomnia has its own benefits, as you can get rid from the coils of the python named sleep, you can look around and watch the sky change it’s colour as dawn approaches and feel the…

O! ROSE

The flower  that bloomed, uncertain in the night .   A traveller, it came in his sight ‘Rose’, the redest and brighest of all.   He fell in love  and so did the flower in less than an hour.   Every morning and night, he would water his flower and caress her curvy petals.  …

On Teacher’s Day…

I still remember my first day at school. Surrounded by some crying children, who were attending the school, for the very first time. It was not the school that scared them, it was perhaps the possibility of spending some hours alone, amidst strangers without the protective embrace of their parents that scared them. But then…

A fallacy on serpents

They hide in darkness, away from light They crawl into algal blooms not so bright They prey on vermins and thoughts alike Yet they’re despised, feared and hunted alive, Have you seen those slithery scales They shine so bright, Those reptilian eyes… Chills the spines and induces fright But are they evil, are they dark,…

Bengal’s Contributions to the Olympics

I stand on the podium, my heart in my mouth. Even the cheers of a hundred fans is drowned by the adrenaline pumping through my veins and the blood roaring in my ears. The only thing I can do is focus on the task at hand, and do what I do best. Because I know, back…