“Kolkata shudhu shohor noye. Kolkata holo jibon bodh. (Kolkata is not just a city. It is a lifestyle.) It grows on you like a being.” This is the dialogue by Suchishmita Roy, played by Roopa Ganguly that summarizes Aditi Roy’s directorial debut Abosheshey. The Bengali word Abosheshey literally translates to ‘finally’ in English. This film explores a mother’s wait for her child, the eternal bond … Continue reading Abosheshey, a film review
Bangalore Days was a wonderful movie. Especially so because just like the protagonists, I was also very excited with the prospect of moving to the city. As a starry eyed teenager, whenever I was told that there exists a city in the South which is bigger that Delhi, more cosmopolitan than Hyderabad and cleaner than Kolkata, I wanted to become a part of the hustle … Continue reading Bangalore or Bengaluru?
Phutphuti was like any other girl in the neighbourhood. She had her hair neatly oiled and tied up in two braids on either sides of her head. Her skirt was perpetually below her knees and she was always running away from her mother. On many a hot afternoons when the sun would pierce your skin and you could feel invisible ants biting your soul, you could … Continue reading Phutphuti
Oh Kolkata, oh Kolkata! How I sigh every time I think of your lanes, of your various moods, of the ‘aste ladij‘ of the bus conductors, of the kakimas and the didimas, the smell of cha on hot coal mingled with the smell of burnt tobacco. How you have been and will always remain a mystery to me. This is an ode to you- the only … Continue reading Oh Kolkata!
Train lights zoomed across the lake; The birds flew West. The cha cups were lined; Marie biscuit decorated the tray; The sun went to bed. Time passed; Three became two; But memories remained same. -Pakhi Continue reading Pakhi’s musing 1
I have an image for you; One among many. The rain drops and the coffee cup; the grey sky and the wooden pane. The parchment and the smudged ink stared at me, “The end,” it said. No clue as to why, what, where. Just a tasteless goodbye. 3 years had been a long time; It felt like decades or more. But all it … Continue reading The penpal
Kolkata is a city of contradictions. A city where the local bus conductors scream ‘aste ladij’ (slow there is a lady) when a lady tries to get off the bus; it is also a city where men fall on women in those very buses pretending it was an accident. “I remember this one man who was standing behind me on the bus. He was very … Continue reading Traversing the city of joy