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Christmas Calcutta

Winter 2011, was lethargic, chilled and enjoyable; just like the way you would expect winter to be after a sweltering summer in the tropics. Calcutta is rocking in Winter and 2011 reminds me of my school days, when the chill was as bone shaking as it is today, (27.12.11; 00:07hrs). Well, it surely would come into the flavor, when I met my school-time pal as well as had a sneak peep into the night life at Park Street and associated areas after 7 long years. After 2004, that is; I have never visited Park Street in Christmas!
The carols weren't heard though, but loved the spices of "Bangali-ana", flavors of Bengal in it! Park Street, on 24th Dec, 2011 was almost inaccessible. Leaving the options of Oly, Mags or PeterCat, Arunima opted for the  Tung Fong - her family restaurant! Munching on the butter fry and tung fong chic specials and chatting over two and a half large pegs of Blender's Pride, I enjoyed my evening with Sudipto, Neel and not to mention, Arunima. Ironic…

Meri en: My Childhood.

When you hit on a bunch of tunes, that reminds you of your school days; inspite of several pressures in the career, you feel like winning all the avenues of life.

Anjan Dutta, Nachiketa... brings back the spices of the childhood romance.
2441139; Meri En; Samson; Ranjana... some selected spices of the 90's...
Kissed the leather boots, uniform, rickshaws, diesel cars and tin-made buses of Calcutta. The streets were less techno, still, they were Golden.
What have we lost?
1) Walking through the befallen bed of the Autumn Leaves; we have cars at our avail... 2) Licking the ice-lollies, escaping the eyes of the ever obvious watchful moms; this generation mom's are all too engaged in their career... 3) How can we forget the candy floss, ready made, warm from their spinning wheels; today we have Boomer packed ones - stale! 4) The golden sun used to burn upon our shoulders, making them sweat, salty and dusted! We loved those and miss when we see today the young guys are all neat and…

Death: Its a poem of Life.

Moved by another movie, I write this short article to what I think of the term; "Death".
Archies Final Project; rubs the Ginie out of my lamp. There are some moving dialogues that defines death, or at least try to define that.
Suicide:A permanent solution to a temporary problem. Death:Its all about pain, blood that flows through our veins and that makes life complete.
In a word, Death defines life. How he/she led it. How he/she won or lose it. It does define life.
I have been part of several such incidences where dying was better than living. But, life won over the feeling because death at point meant an incomplete answer to the sweet tragedy called life. Its meant to be completed and not half done or left. Instances was followed by loneliness. The silent sound of the night drew into the dawn, making me feel the smell of air with each breathe. I felt lucky!
Today, after watching Archie's tryst with time, research on the meaning of death has brought forward those memories, …

Gandu: "The Censored Film"

Well thats not the question as to why this film is "banned" from the Indian Market of entertainment. Its the pet name of the creator, who was bold enough to do something different in the arena of entertainment.
Its a film with least "civilized" dialogues. Its a film where action spoke for the theme. Its a film not for the losers, but for the winners who missed to savor the flavor of watching different. Something that's true to each and every teenage's life and better to say, something which 80% of the males think; in India. But again, its all about censorship.
In a country obsessed with mileage, production of the "common man's" thinking in its un-polished nature, is a crime. Kapil Sibal's obsession with monitoring the social media is an example and so is the censor board's decision to throttle the film from the mass. Reason? Well... you know as well as I do. Here, when you slap a politician, you get behind bars, but when a politici…


From today, I uphold my new photographic logo:

This is just a step forwards towards adopting the passion of photography. In this regards I would like to mention my assocaition with the Photography club, whose iClickers website is full of activities and admirable things. I think, the people who have the inclination towards photography can join in the elite group of members list! Its a great learning podium.

Black Friday: AMRI- Kolkata.

A very common name. Known by many and the Holy Bible encrypts it as Friday the 13th. The day of the Devil.
Searched the net and Wikipaedia came up with a list, where I added a very painful truth just now. The line reads like this:

Black Friday (2011), AMRI hospital, Kolkata, India. Fire and carbon monoxide smoke suffocates 89 patients to death on the day. Dec 9.
But, Wiki has a long list.
AMRI, Kolkata. Is a big name in the field of Medical Health care, equipped with great instruments of life care. But, thanks to the untrained management and house keeping, 89 (now 92); lost their precious life. That too at a place where they have had come to get their ailments cured. Who knew, December 9th, 2011 will spell their date with hell, rather than heal!
Shocked! Never in the history has such a tragedy struck the heart of mankind. Sources say its a second largest death toll afte the Guatemala massacre, which killed 225 patients.
I have nothing to say, only a prayer to make:
It is never easy to …

Tip Toe...

The winter has announced its presence in the midst of a Friday dawn... The crows shrill through the mist that is yet to give way to the sun's rays...
Its winter in Kolkata, and I have to trod past the wet pavement, looking forward for another day to unviel at Indian Institute of Chemical Biology. Just a year ago, there was also a world outside the premises of IICB, where I used to to tip toe out of the lab-hours, and meet you. See you and hold thy hands, apart from savoring the fragrance that you always smeared the air around you. Life was so lively back then.
Today, my heart... you will be facing the panel for a presentation, and I know you will rock. More so, I shall surely call for the stars to be beside you and my wishes are always there with you. After all, its Us who will win the US from there and here... undoubtedly, the prayers have always been answered and it shall never be an Odd incidence today.

Om Ganeshai Namah!


To deliver something to the world, in your own fashion statement is mostly termed as ingenuity. Handling pain is one of them. You handle that, absorb that and then deliver the world with your reaction: "I am Fine" and smile...!
Thats why, its better to say "Smiles to Go before I Sleep!" (Anonymous; may be)
Today, I realized it in a very unique manner. I realized that I have this in-born capability to smile away amidst unjust pain that I recieve (sometime in history). Its a different that fellowship is delayed at the moment and I am facing a uphill financial task; better say downhill...
See! Its always better in the words, although I know that its atrociously hot and spicy life at the moment with thousands of thorns biting my bumps!! (prickly beans!)
But, to every article there is a note of history, that .... mmm increases the "hit rate" of the blog! As it is, my articles are going down day by day, in standard! Today, 8th Dec, 2011; Sehwag smashes Sachin …

Renewing Ties...

It had been a long time, since I last pinned my article in this electronic medium. But I had my reasons as well.

More than staying in Kolkata, I was busy chasing the goose in the open fields of Bihar (disgusting) and Assam (which was cool, thanks to a half day halt at Meghalaya).

I ended partly with the Himachal Pradesh news, and with the essence of 2011 almost over and clicking into the cooler and nicer part of the year in Kolkata, I would love to describe this as a year of Travel, for me. I roamed a good part of India this year, which includes introducing myself to the North eastern corridors of the nation, into Assam and Meghalaya!

I will mention the excerpts regularly, just like the old proficient blogging, but just on the parting note!

"It was a nice year, blessed in many ways, hard in some others... but I loved it and love 2012 more, coz I believe it shall be life changing for me!" This article serves as a renewing link!

Story of a Little Indian State: Himachal Pradesh (Part 3)

In this article, I shall love to boast like several Indians, that I have had touched history; meeting it upclose and personal.
After the previous day's bitter experience during the trip to Fagu and Chail, where, unfortunately for the clouds we couldn't absorb any beauty of the places mentioned, the bus driver presented us a platter full of wavy experiences, driving the coach like a mad man. I have had taken the bus ride round the wavy mountain terrains, but never felt so bad.
Hence, Day 2's trip to Naldegra was cancelled and I planned a historical trip. Heard about its beauty from the various shows conducted in the Discovery Channel or the History Channel. Read about it's significance, making the scars on the subcontinent prominent. We were about to visit the Shimla House (as commonly known as); but in original, its the Viceroy's House. The house, where the great Indian subcontinent was torn apart by the Indian National Congress and the Muslim League, under the su…

Story of a Little Indian State: Himachal Pradesh (Part 2)

From my previous snippets of the trip, I had reached Shimla, with my mom. The day was 1st October, 2011. Back in Kolkata, Pujas was just starting!
From the station, we hired a cab. Still skeptical about the choice of the hotel, because it is for this place, I had quite a bitter experience with, with whom I had initially booked, but they let me down. Firstly, they couldn't confirm the hotel of my choice: Hotel Gulmarg. Secondly, they provided us accommodating with another Hotel, Hotel Sun n Snow, but there too they failed to confirm our stay. Pissed off and after uselessly spending over 500 rupees for the Mumbai STD at the Travelguru office, I cancelled the booking. I found their representatives rude and un-proffessional  bunch of hooligans!
Anyways, after a history of dallying around, I booked a room in Hotel Doegar (Click here). Pretty nice hotel. Bit expensive, but the people are really warm in behavior! I paid a part of our stay as a token of booking from their …

Story of a Little Indian State: Himachal Pradesh. (Part 1)

Little as it may look, the undulations of the lower Shivalik Range makes it a tall order... Tailor made but God Himself, Himachal Pradesh is all but boring!
It is a learning trip for me. The first time ever, I ventured with mom, all by ourselves. No relatives, no touring companies... unknown of the fate as to whether we will ever make it happily. Thank god, we did!
As the Cleartrip would say: Every trip has a reason, my reason were two; to mention. After 2007, it will be the first major trip for mom, who had been getting bored at home. Secondly, I wont get any more spans of such holidays in near future, thanks to PhD commitments, so it would be a good exercise for my Nikon D5000.
The planning started well ahead. In the month of June, 2011 for the October 2011 trip. There were several choices, like Madhya Pradesh; Rajasthan; etc... even thought of Arunachal Pradesh. Looking at the time leave of just lucky 10 days, it was impossible to browse through these places without an expert guid…

Living Custody.

It had been a long wait...over a month, for a few documents to be set into place, so that I may take on the wings and move abroad. But may be, this time, it wasn't meant for me. Growth and age, through the several years, have taught us to be strong and have a brave heart to hope for more! So, I am obedient and am following that! In the mean time, there are plenty of work to be done and all will be pressing in hard and fast!
The dates are all fixed. It seems that coming November, I will be less at home and more out in the open space, roaming and doing my stuffs the best way possible. Camps to Bihar and Assam, during these weeks will be hard... Following will be some more drops of Vodka and Rum a home drawn conference. Dances and tangos will set the mood with my friend getting married, infact, two such marriages in line!  After that, there will some in-state camps...
With time. may be I will get indulged in these outings. But, I am missing you the most at these peace hours...when K…

Eid Mubarak.. Life in Calcutta.

After a long time, I was working all alone and was alone in the streets of my home town...the city with inexplicable memories, each and every nook and corner. The calender earmarked it with Eid. One of the pious festivities that the Islamic world celebrates with one singular voice: "Mubarak (congrats)". This world has traveled all the lexicons from the Mecca to the Macau... Arab to Phillipines... "Mubarak..Eid Mubarak".
31/8/11. A day, that I revisited the by-lanes of city. Those, that I was regular, at a time when everything was new with the freedom of becoming a High School kid! Then college, brought in those places, vividly. Today, Eid glittered the lights through those by-lanes, bypassing the present day's chores of a PhD scholar, to a regular Bengali, loving to walk through the streets of Calcutta..
It was some nominal chores at my work place.. feeding the bacteria on some new "food beds"; spinning down the DNA; frantically finding the primers for …


They just covered me up, when I was just about to finish off the day's chapter at IICB, signing off at the gates last Wednesday. It was 10:37PM and I was little worried that I might be missing the K8, the only vehicle that could take me to my destination called home, at this dry hour.
Think of dry! It started with a few drops on my cheeks, eye lids and then in gripped upon the rhythm of tips and taps, with occasional slush from the speeding cabs and bikes that tread past the S. C. Mullick Road, Jadavpur.
They made me swim through the sweet times. Those red eyed scoldings that I used to get from you and my mom regarding my special adaptive hobby to get drenched in the rain. That day, when I described myself to the lifeless tree standing in open air, drenching with the hope of getting some life back. That is how I described myself to you and described you to the rain. Our first date... started with and in the rain...
Life has taken several years to settle into this groove. The …

Same Place.

Recently there had been a commercial running on the Indian Television, depicting the inefficiency of a Maruti-Suzuki model, where a long lost friend chirps over a social networking side to her friend in the city, to meet up at the "same place". Perplexed, the guy moves into his car with very low fuel to search her. After crossing through the several "gallis" in Delhi, he found her in wait in-front of a cafe called "SAME PLACE", quite like the innmerable spots, in the city where i have had used to stand for you. Hours!
The dew settled in the long grasses of Maidan and Victoria Memorial; I used to trod among the longer grasses soaking my socks and boots in the moisture of purity; dew. You came and we used to move across the gates, trying to relive some past years and try to live in the present and look for the future. That "same place" will look barren, without your footsteps.
The commuters' platform railing of Esplanade metro witnessed by inces…

New India. Age 20 years.

It started 20 years ago, on the same date of 24th July, 1991. Back then, I was in Standard 1. Never knew what was done by the PV Narashima Rao Government and the present Prime Minister, the then Finance Minister, Dr. Manmohan Singh. I only remember those years to be turbulent after the assassination of Rajiv Gandhi. Then two years later, it was 1993 bombings of Bombay. But, today we are supposed to enjoy the fruits of the nationalized as well as the international brands.
Those days, a BMW was a wow on the roads of Kolkata (the place from where I am). I still remember gazing at the pics of the bikes and the automobiles that originated across the border. Back then, it was only America for us. Tinge knowledge of the globalization settled our minds. Today, even a toddler knows about the Nikes and the Addidas, the Porsche and the Mercs!
Globalization have taken its stride to introduce international brands settle in India, providing jobs. Before '91 there were only the government firms an…

Zindegi Na Milegi Dobara...

Life, there will be no second chance to live it!
Zindegi Na Milegi Dobara is a very nice film and I loved it to the full. But have we ever spared a second in thinking for the lives of those, who faces the tough truth, if they don't get blood on time.
Just think.
You have almost 6 liters of the  red fluid in you. Getting bruised and waste it  for useless things, are common. It will not matter if you part away with just 300ml of it, annually, to make things sweeter for you. Not even sparing 10% of what you have. But it means 100% for those you deliver it and those eyes that look through the glass opening of the ICCU/ICU just to see their loved ones, wake up from unconsciousness and wave at them! That's why I mentioned, what I felt: The currency of happiness is Blood. Donate it to receive your pack of happiness.
Think.... and then read on!
IICB Research Scholars' Association (IRSA), is quite analogous to the Graduate Student forum, at Indian Institute of Chemical Biology (A unit o…


From figments of imagination...

The chariot will be due in a fortnight.

Time will run in a different direction.

Relation will web a new lease of life in a different continent, based from Kolkata to half the way round the world. The waters of the Ganges will recycle back to the Gomukh, may be at least once, before the nuptial rights are knotted in place.

The sun will do His business more than 365 times, playing like a messenger of warmth, that I am warm in Kolkata, looking out for her steps, retracing... and when the eyes come back, watching upon you. Radiant...may be ever clad like the little princess, or better say the little red riding hood!

Just after today's dinner with you, while walking in the rain, I made this for you...

যখন ব্রিস্টি নাবে।
আকাশ থেকে যখন ব্রিস্টি নাবে, তখন মনে হয়-
তুমিও একদিন ছেড়ে চলে যাবে, মেঘের বুক চিরে চলে যাবে উর-জাহাজ়; সেদিন আমারও বুকে বাজে সে সুর, চারিদিক হবে শূনসাণ। তোমাকে দেখতে চাওয়ার ইছে গুলো, ডানা মেল্বে সেই আচিন দেশে।
পাহারি গান আর সুর- উঠবে সূয্য,

Now and Then

The Question is: What has Changed?

I put forward one pictures of Pre-independence.
Time: 1905.
Incidence: Partition of Bengal.

Calcutta, 1905.
Then, the Viceroy in Power, Lord Curzon decided to divide and rule, making a scar on the face of Bengal. Today, P. Chidambaram and KCR does agree on the same.  What has changed? The faces.  What remains same? Personal gains. And also one letter... C!
To cleave the Hindu Muslim unity, such a step was adopted which later on helped some "nasty" intensions of Jinnah to divide the nation. That time too, Indian National Congress got subdued. This time also.  What has changed? National demand. That time it was International, now its National!  What remains? The segregation on simple regions and castes. Humans no longer say or stay...its the caste that does!
To counter the above cause, today what people in Telengana and Rayalasema are upto...

What has changed? The cause! How has they changed? By partitioning your own MOTHER!
Aah... there is a litt…

Presidential Blues

And its all about Presidency University, whose confluence behaves like those of the College! Of course, the college cannot be undermined, presenting some of the best academicians and thinkers that India will boast for ever.
People used to lick the cream, cast in the yesteryear. The out going Left Front Government of West Bengal decided to play a political trick, of reviving the face of Bengal Education, by releasing the clutch of University of Calcutta, over the renowned college. They passed in a bill that embossed the title University, beside the name, Presidency.
Being a Presidencian (Physiology Hons; B.Sc 2006), I am happy like many. It meant delivering the following: 1) Right to formulate a competitive Syllabus that would help us crack All India Entrance Examinations for Post Graduation. 2) Right to appoint Faculty. 3) Develop an ambiance of Research and Development. Given the Laboratories, many state of the art instruments can be installed to help the Undergrads take the opportunity t…

The Change that Chain...

Is the topic making you feel like a pup? Or like the bigger figure, a bull dog. Recently, I even heard that the present Indian Cricket Team captain Mahendra Singh Dhoni would like to chain a Royal Bengal Tiger; ahem... I mean, adopt him. Not only him, many others have achieved the feat. So, how would the chains look like? Studded with Diamonds, as for Dhoni's pet or a simple steel twines round the neck of the poodle, that you may spot in your neighbors balcony? What ever it may be, its a Chain that speaks for the status and also, its a chain that speaks your personality. Compare the widths of the stuff that I been blogging for the past few lines, between the poodle, tiger and say for example an elephant.
Huge jump eh?
Well, in our life style, our outlook always chain in our mood. The way we present ourselves reflects the mood-o-meter's present status; is it the P-mood (Pessimistic) or is it the B-one (Brighter). Changes always synchronize our lives, with our personality and our …

CSIR - NET: A Positive Change.

Council for Scientific and Industrial Research (CSIR), is the highest funding organization in India and is being considered as the heaviest investor in Scientific research in Asia. It, along with UGC conducts a National Eligibility Test (NET), for candidature in PhD in different arenas of science, in India. The arenas include Geo-Science, Life Science, Physical Science, etc. I have had taken this examination to qualify for the better position and blend a better life style with research. It was never tough to crack the Lecturership position, but it was tough to crack the JRF-position. The pattern of examination, with respect to life science always had two papers. The first one was a general science knowledge paper while the second one was subjective, but in that too... it had all the life sciences inter mingled with it. It was hard for a Physiology graduate to cope up with details of Botany, Microbiology, zoology and environmental science, in the first go!
Now, from June 2011, a huge ch…

Planning a Trip: Feeling the Elderly Family Man.

Feels good.
Although these plannings would materialize in the Pujas, but planning a trip for just over a week is really a work that can bring in some grey waves across the curls, you so gently combed in over the years. And then, you start feeling that you have grown up. Similar incidences were common in the past as well; but there was a huge reversal of act. Those days, Dad and Mom used to chalk out all the trips and the finances, while I was too excited to pack my binoculars (bought from the Hongkong Market, Siliguri in 1994). There had been quite a number of trips that I had the opportunity to make with my Dad and Mom. I still remember then thin and thick:
1988 - First ever trip of my remembrance was to Puri. 1990 - Second one was Digha. 1992 - It was Puri again. 1994 - Darjeeling, Gangtok, Rotang, Changu 1996 - Delhi, Agra, Mathura, Jaipur 1998 - The last trip with dad was to Digha.
After that, many equations in life had changed. Although I was frequent within the trip books, making a all …

Finances: Getting hold of Nothing!

It is a simple story of a simpleton from a simple-town. He wanted to invest and dream of winning the races in a very short go. Just like the famous song of Raju Ban Gaya Gentleman. The famous film has significance in everybody's life. The one, who has always been dreaming of money, house, car, servants...better food, drinks and girls/boys! Well, RBGG has SRK in everybody's mind. It was a dream come true for the slum dweller to dream big and become big, thanks to the luck of meeting a GM who has the desire to love the slum dweller. Who doesn't want the properly waxed legs come walking in their life.

Today's Raju is different... he is smart, is gizmoed... he smokes heavy, party hard, even spends too much on the deo! You have the online solution for everything... finances come fast, mutual funds, insurances, public provident funds, fized deposits and then we have the share market as well... money runs in hard as well as easy. Today need the luck to have the easy lips kiss …