North Kolkata Calling !!

'It is the cause, it is the cause my Soul,' The above line quoted from William Shakespeare's 'Othello' seems seems sufficient to explain the death of Desdemona. She was a pure soul 'Yet she must die'. But what makes me uncomfortable and pains my sense are certain News that are exposed in Newspapers/Magazines. Maybe just to make it sensational or boost the Publication's sale they are brutally forced upon us -probably finding us easy preys. After reading the news of a serial killer killing 18 women one doesn't feel that all is well with the present humanity ! The man simply lost his sanity after finding his newly married wife leaving for another. The Hyderabad man to take revenge sorted out lonely or single woman. After winning their confidence he intoxicated them with liquor and raped & finally killed them! Isn't it extreme brutality ?

Indian Classical Music still plays an important part in some of the North Calcutta Houses. This particular house is popularly known as Chatu Babu Latu Babu's house. Chatu Babu (Ashutosh Deb)  is considered as the first Bengali Sitarist. Hence a program in Sitar is always given priority in every functions that the house organises !

Kolkata- especially North Kolkata- has a lot of historical buildings. These buildings are not only old but are also important for various other reasons. Some has historical importance while others for their unique architectural values.  One should be aware of these buildings and take desirable steps to protect and save them from the path of extinction. Although work is on to build awareness yet a major issue seems to encircle around financial problems. (To continue) 

Wherever the Queen Bee goes she is immediately followed by the males.  This time the Queen decided to board an Airplane maybe for a flight from Kolkata to Delhi! She was followed by her followers and a part of the Plane's body was soon occupied by them. The light coloured plane turned into patches of black. Usually with the arrival of winter their activity seems to grow. Hence next day , being a Monday, the same activity was seen in another plane. All efforts by spraying pesticides proved useless. Finally the Airport's Firebrigad was put into action which solved the problem.    The Authorities are trying to find out the source from where  these bees  may be coming from !

Have anyone heard about Firebrigad trying their luck to bring down a kitten from a large mangoe tree ? Yes it certainly happened on Sunday when local people of Barrackpore were compelled to call the 'Domkol' to to rescue a kitten which went up the tree. It stayed there for three nights and gave no peace to the surrounding area. It meowed continuously and sort it's mother ! The mother gave birth to three  but  two of them were destroyed by a male. The third however escaped death and took shelter on the mangoe tree.  A man named Subroto Dasgupta tried to serve milk but it crouched further up the tree. When Subroto came down helplessly the kitten too came down a few branches lower and lapped up the milk. The firemen repeatedly tried to reach the kitten but failed. The higher they reached - the higher the pussy climbed. Finally they took the help of two stairs and reached the top.        Now finding no upper space the kitten came down and jumped upon a wall where her mother was

It happens that some thoughts suddenly creep up for no reason at all. It maybe some incident that happened several years ago . It can also be some mishap that came your way - without any warning- which upsets you and give you no rest - until it's resolved.  I would like to relate such an incident that occurred long time back. I was around 10 years of age and very fond of my brother who was a year or two elder. The bond between us was so strong that it was quite impossible for us to stay away from each other even for few minutes. It was around 1955 /1956 when we went to Galudih ( now in  Jharkhand) to spend a month. Our exams were over and hence our father decided to send the family there.  Just before the Cottage House -  where we stayed-there was a hillock which we used to call Nekre Pahar. We two brothers often  went  up to the top to get a clear view of the surroundings. We specially liked to see a pond just beside the hillock.  Once we saw a big round machine drawing water thro

From my very childhood I have been obsessed by  various ideas. Some were fantastic while others were - well a kind of time passing. I have often shared some with my friends who simply laughed and maybe thought I was silly. The more I tried to to explain the more they.....! Finally I stopped as I believed that I was trying an impossibility. Later from this obsession I ventured to build a  Piano which were still imported. In this respect I met with various people. One among them was the Bengali film actress Madhabi Mukherjee's mother Leela Devi. She used to give lessons in music-I mean in Piano. She told me a very strange story about the making of Pianos in India. It must be a moonless night - it should also be a rainy night-there should be a human skull - the hollow eyes of the skull should be full with rain water-the place should be a burning ghat-a snake should  chase a frog-the frog should jump into the hollow eye of the skull and try to hide-the snake should find it and give it&