I was born in the late 20th century and to be true to myself, am still stuck somewhere there. Bengal of the 1990s is perhaps very close to the Bengal of 2015. A Bengali joint family is dominated by absurdity. A kid born to one of those households, to which I refer, has to go through certain stages of initiation to be allowed in the … Continue reading ABC- The Absurd Bengali ‘Cyndrome’
Radhika Mukherji was born after giving her mother considerable trouble in the birthing room. She refused to come out into the world and as a result had to be forced out by the surgeons. She spent her life going around the world, not staying in a particular place more than 3 years. I met her during my tenure as a clerk in the same workplace … Continue reading Obituary
When I hear the word Kolkata, my reflex says—Oh! Kolkata. Defining a city such as mine is a difficult task. Many have tried but only some have managed to reach even close. Among those who have succeeded, their efforts have lasted a lifetime and have been vigorous. The popular, text-book definition of this city is—the city of joy. But Kolkata, for me, is my frenemy. … Continue reading The Frenemy
“Dude you are so not like a woman….” How many times have we heard this line as women? You wear heavy glasses and tie your hair back in a severe bun but yet you smoke up.- Are you kidding me? You are a nerd yet you can belly dance.- Fool someone else! You have nose piercings and tattoos yet you go to the temple every … Continue reading Oh so you are a woman!
Mohammed Abdul has been serving the finest pathar gosht in one small stall in Mosque road, Frazer town every Ramadaan for the past seven years. He is a bespectacled man who stands all day long instructing his juniors on the art of making the perfect mutton—juicy and soft with the smoky flavor. He likes to call himself Mr. A, for the benefit of those who … Continue reading A twist of taste, tongue and color- visit to Mosque road