North Kolkata Calling !!

Mothers are not willing to leave their rights towards  their children's food habits-whives too are not. Then why not the restaurants take the opportunity ? We are all tied up in the controversy !!

I was out for my morning walk. I usually start my walk in the wrong way - leaning upon the roadside railings- finishing my first cigarette of the day while watching series of vehicles passing by.  Today I was doing just that when suddenly I was overpowered  by ' thoughts too deep for tears' (quote). My mind began circling around my entire life-from childhood till the present state. I was overwhelmed and 'a drowsy numbness pains my sense as though of hemlock I had drunk '(quote) kind of feeling took me far..far.. where I roamed alone- completely alone on my thoughts.    Who am I ? was the philosophical question that encircled around me. It first took me to my childhood days-the non  caring days full of fun and frolics. The very first person-my  brother, my only friend with whom I spent numerous good and meaningless but worthwhile days. The bonhomie between us was the talking point of our locality. With hands on each other'

I was always curious about pianos. Mr Ludwig was our music teacher and he was the main person responsible for my love in this particular instrument. I could still remember his reddish face with big eyes. His lips - always holding a pipe or a cigarette.   Later (being business minded) the idea somehow came to me that I should try my hand in pianos-I mean to manufacture and market it.    But my hope soon started fading as I was about to know about the manufacturing of the said musical instrument ! Little did I knew that there was a lot of confusion awaiting me. Little by little I came to know that pianos were not manufactured in India by that time. I heard a lot of stories about men who tried but failed. My 10 years old daughter Surela used to take her  piano lessons from a local teacher named Samar Dutta. He was attached with the renowned Calcutta School Of Music where Roshan Chowana was the principal. Mr Dutta used to organize concerts at his ho

Often night guards in Dooars tea garden face life threatening situations. Recently such an incident happened when three guards were watering tea bushes. They finished the job around midnight and decided to rest on the tent pitched at one end of the tea estate. There was a gorge nearby through which a stream passed. Two of the guards were asleep while the third was still awake. Suddenly Jivan (the 3rd guard) heard the sound of twigs and branches being broken by an approaching elephant herd. He quickly alerted the others and soon realized that they were in between the herd and the deep gorge. At first thought they decided to dodge the elephants but later found it to be too risky. There was every chance that they might be flung aside and trampled upon by the herd. Luckily they had a long rope in the tent which they tied to a bunch of bamboos. The three of them-one after the other-held the rope (their only hope) and dangled as quietly as possible. T

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From our very childhood days we have been listening to various historical facts about our forefathers. Among them Ramdoolal  Dey (Deb) was perhaps the most notable personality of his time.  He was supposed to build up trade relation with America shortly after it gained independence from the British.  I would, however, like to relate one incident around the year  1821. Ramdoolal was in his 69th year when paralysis overtook him while he was writing. He fully lost control over himself and lay prostrate upon the ground.  Intimation about his condition reached to Messrs. Clark and  Melville the partners of Fairlie & Fergusson & Co. who reached by his bedside with Dr. Nicholson. The doctor took out a phial from his pocket and allowed a drop to fall on the neck of  Ramdoolal. A blister formed and immediately burst. The magical drop helped the patient to sit bolt upright. Thus he regained his voice as well as his health thoroug

Someone told me that there was a time when we ran after music while at present music seems to run after us. Well-it gave me food for thought.  I was really in a fix since it made me loose my precious sleep.  For some moments I reflected   upon  the matter. Yes I agree what is mentioned as ' Golden era of music' but somehow disagree too about the notion that the present era is aiming towards nothingness. With due regards to artists like Md.Rafi, Lata Mangeshkar, Asha Bhonsle, Manna De,Kishore Kumar to our Bengal artists Hemanta Mukherjee, Sandhya Mukherjee, Shyamal Mitra etc. - I would still like to claim the supremacy of Music -even more-during the present era. At times it stunns me to see very little girls and boys performing at levels unthinkable during the said era. Reality Shows in TV, easy access to YouTube etc has given us the freedom to listen to any kind of music anywhere,anytime. It was not always possible during the so called &