North Kolkata Calling !!

Most bengali TV serials are not worth viewing. Wonder why we even sit before our set to watch these absurd serials day after day.    Under such circumstances we are however surprised to find worthwhile serial like 'Irabotir Chupkotha.' It is like finding a  a needle among haystack. Till now the said show is the best among other bengali serials. Kudos to whoever is responsible for allowing us this benevol- ence. In every aspects-be it the story-be it the environment- be it the music-be it the choice of artists etc seems perfect and praiseworthy. Let's hope that the show will be able to maintain its standard as it is still maintaining! There is no dearth of talented artists -hence let us further hope that more and more good serials will be produced.

Kudos to Rachana Banerjee for the good job she is doing in Didi No.1 Zee Bangla. It is a very popular TV show and like me-am sure-many wouldn't deny that she is doing a wonderful job for the society as an anchor. Her every expression her every words speak for themselves-hence I would not try any further to describe her acumen in the said field.   Yesterday (15th January 2019) her words touched a deep chord within me when she uttered the words in the heading. There was something in her tone-iin her expression-that completely bowled me out. It steered my 'thoughts too deep for tears'. The young man and his disabled wife to whom she addressed were in a desperate situation.  The man even after knowing his wife's pitiable condition (she fell from the 5th floor of a building and broke nearly every bones of her body and she was always in pain) decided to marry her. From thereon he has taken complete care-even when his wife was admitted in a h

Yes the present world indeed has become very tiny for us. We are craving for space. .space. .and more space for sane living.  Let us hope that our generation-next would give it a real thinking-I mean a real real Good Thinking. Hoping for the best !!

Sundays are always special. However for our age who  have witnessed men like Ritwik Ghatak, Satyajit Ray,  Mrinal Sen etc doing excellent jobs in film industries and have tried to engage in several discussions about their acumen over cups of tea & coffee -usually prefer to ignore present day directors.  I for myself would however like to differ from those so called intellectuals -with due apology.  Yesterday I had the opportunity to watch 'Bijoya' a film by Kaushik Ganguly which , I believe, could be compared to some of the movies made by the Legends! Of course these comparisons are useless when several circumstances by this time have changed.  Yet I would like to appreciate the good works done by many such directors - without comparing or trying to deprive the the past masters ! Thanks Kaushik Ganguly for the wonderful work that you have done !

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