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Those of us who grew up in eighties India have an affinity for certain ways of life. We still like dinner table conversations, bonding over ludo and carrom, watching TV together, planning vacations to nearby spots, and visiting the nearby kirana store or grocery market to buy essentials. The local market in the neighbournhood - with the vegetable vendors - each screaming for attention, the fish mongers calling customers with the prize catch in their hand, the sundry plastic, steel and utensil shops, the stationery stores, ice cream stalls, and stalls rustling up telebhajas, rolls and greasy chowmein plates still have a special place in our heart. However much the convenience of online shopping lures us, a visit to the local market is a mood-lifter like nothing else. You browse through the shops, chatting with the dadas and didis, enquiring about their kids. They in turn, ask how yours is doing. How small she was when they first saw her, how fast children grow up, how time passes, etc. ...

It's been a day since pictures of bloodied faces of children, of peaceful people being thrashed mercilessly have flooded social media. They weren't there for any anti-social or anti-national activity. They came demanding a better future, better education, fair opportunities. They wanted to be heard. What they got instead was lathi charge, tear gas and the brute force of state machinery. This is my India right now. The country for which, Netaji, Khudiram, Bhagat Singh, Master da, Bismil, Azad and countless people gave their lives almost eighty years back. They dreamt of a nation where every voice was heard. Eight decades later, it seems Is Raat ki Subah Nahi But no, dawn is near, the light has cracked in through the fog. And the light is in the eyes of the hopeful kids who still fight for a better tomorrow, knowing fully well they will face aggression. They want education, employment, a fair chance. Image- News Today It's in the determination of the bereaved parents who came...

Weird times we live in . Everything has a price, everyone is on sale. Values, morals, principles, characters, relationships, spines - you can buy anything if you have the means. What does love or any close relationship mean in such times? Transaction, calculated risk, give and take? Imtiaz Ali's film, Main Vaapas Aaunga gives you something else. It gives you the idea of a love that survives distance, loss of contact, loss of hope. A love that was once born in hearts full of innocence and ideals of a better world. When the tsunami of hatred and divisive forces tore a nation into two, even then that love, that idea of pure human connection survived. Beyond the unspeakable horrors of India's partition. Beyond appearances, beyond lived reality, the love endured. Human connection is like that - pure,eternal. The film is at once heartbreaking and poignant, and full of hope for jaded souls like us. Those of us who saw a different India had a chance to glimpse that love in spurts. If ...

Who said you need to be alone to feel lonely? The most painful, excruciating loneliness emerges when you are in a crowd of people. When you want to feel, but are numb. When you try to blend in, but jut out like an outsider. And being in a close relationship is no guarantee against loneliness. If anything, it sharpens the feeling. Together, but Lonely How many times have you felt isolated within your own family? That you don't fit in? That no one really gets you?  Modern families are fraught with isolation and loneliness, not in a small measure due to s0ocial media. When we are glued to our devices, who looks around? Maybe you shed a tear silently, or sigh in frustration. Who notices? With people chasing individual goals more than shared ones, each person is an island.  And then there are identity issues, gender gaps, generational gaps. Young people feel walled in their world of diminishing opportunities, shrinking friendships and fluid identity. How can parents understand them...

I feel, Therefore, I am I bleed, I weep When your skin burns, I feel singed Your home blows up, I feel bereaved Your child goes hungry to sleep, how can I digest dinner? Your limbs torn, eyes gouged, body lying bloodied I sleep in my room, dreaming of wars fought elsewhere When I wake up, my clothes drip blood My soul burns, limbs hurt Has the war come home when I was asleep? #War #SayNoToWar #HumanityFirst #PeaceOnEarth

We humans have managed to make our lives so complicated that unless we take a breather every now and then, its impossible to keep our sanity. City life keeps piling on stress and chronic anxiety till we sigh - its time for a break! I spent a couple of days away from the city's drill with my family in a seaside town - Bakkhali, situated about 135 kms away from Kolkata.  Luckily, we had planned the trip in such a manner, we could avoid the noisy Holi crowd in Kolkata and spend the festival of colours amid the splendour of nature and the sea. Slightly offbeat, very soothing Situated in South 24 Parganas, Bakkhali isn't as famous as the beach towns of Digha or Mandarmani. The reason maybe the receding and tame waves of the sea here. The beach is moon-shaped, undulating, and the waters follow the movement of the tides rather diligently. So, one day you will find the waves lapping at your feet on entering the beach, while on others, you have to walk a mile through the sands to wet y...