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Have just come back from a refreshing trip to  Puri, a throbbing town in Orissa, a tourist destination as well as a religious hotspot. It's location, alongside the Bay of Bengal, gives it a unique sea coast and lovely beaches. A favourite of Bengali travellers from time immemorial, Puri has reigned supreme in the list of favoured travel destinations of the die-hard Bengali. Its proximity to Kolkata makes it almost like home away from home while on travel. The sea at Puri is turbulent most of the time, with successive waves crashing on top of each other continuously. The effect is that of unruly kids tumbling and falling over each other! At night the sea seems to acquire a different character, a hauntingly mysterious entity beckoning with its dark vastness. The best part is that the town is very much alive at night, with its bustling markets and well lit beaches. The uniqueness of Puri lies in its bustle and its homeliness. It does not "feel" like a tourist d

WoW!! What a film. Makes you laugh, cry, smile, long, wish, sing, all at the same time. Very rarely do you have a film which ticks all right boxes on the emotional front, AND makes you sit up and think. QUEEN is such a film. I never thought I would have to say this, but HATS OFF TO KANGNA RANAUT!! The girl lives the role; her expressions are so genuine, you want to reach out and give her a huge hug for being such a braveheart. It takes guts to do such a role with so much conviction. No big names backing the project, no glamour or glitz, no "hero" to back up; just plain powerhouse performance. Kudos to the director too, for such an honest attempt, and such apt selection of actors. And what a character; truly a QUEEN, in the real sense of the word. As the girl rejected at the outset of the movie for not being "mod" enough, she stuns her detractors and family alike with her adaptability. She does not judge, does not criticize, she just accepts. Touching everybody

If there is one thing the modern homosapien is really paranoid about in this networked age, it is about missing out on their online life. It is a phobia more pronounced than anything else, as if our very next breath depended on whether our social network know-how was up-to-date ( which is mostly about where Sam partied last night, or when Rita went for her morning jog, or what Amer had for lunch)! Many would rather have robust virtual personalities, and active on-line presences rather than real-life friends. So at the cost of being unsocial in real life, we hanker after glorious on-line images. Our holidays are not worth it, if we haven't got sufficient likes for the snaps we posted. That dinner at the up-market boutique hotel is stuck in our throats till we post about it realtime. The party ain't happening unless it makes it to Facebook history as the most 'liked' do. This fear of being left out or not being liked enough online 'virtually' kills us. It pro

The sun shines brighter; the wind blows lighter Spring is in the air Birds are chirping, buds are blooming, Spring is in the air Winter's gone and summer's on the way, Lets pause a bit and look afresh Life is renewing, rejuvenating Spring is in the air