Saturday, 16 September 2017



একটা ট্রেন ছুটে আসছে।

তীব্র গতি , থামার উপায় নেই।

বৃদ্ধ চলেছেন সেই লাইন ধরে, 

তার আজ ফেরার তাড়া নেই।

ট্রেন চলে গেল

বৃদ্ধ চলে গেলেন

থেকে যাবে রেশ

আর বেদনাময় এই শেষ ! 

Tuesday, 7 February 2017

Hothat Prouro

Jaanish, aei bochor ami boimela jaini! Jetei parini.
Icchey chilo khuub – jaemon proti bochor thakey. Kintu parini.
Anekei  hoyto ba bolbey tatey khotita ki holo!!
Asholey boimela ta aamar shathey oshonkhyo boier ‘khulley aam’’ romance.

Jaanish , aei bochor ami Eden Gardens jaini. India er Khela thaka shorteo .
Ticket chilo , jaemon protibar thakey. Kintu parini.
Aabar aeki proshno! Tatey khotita ki holo???
Asholey Eden ta amar swapner khelar sathey amar aek byaktigoto romance.

Jaanish, aei bochor ami Jamshedpur er barite jaini.
Khub icchey korey din charek katiyae ashar. Kintu sujog hoy na.
Onekei bhabbey, giye hobey ta ki. Baba, Ma, shobai to achey aei Kolkatay.
Asholey Jamshedpur amay sikhor er taaney kaachey taaney.  
Aar niye ashey oshonkhyo opotto sneher romance.

Jaanish, aajkal ami cholonto garitey boi portey pari na.
Garitey onek boi achey. Chokher shomosshao nei.
Sabai bolbey, bhaloi hoyechey. Cholonto garitey boi pora theek noy.
Asholey pathcholti boi pora ta rastar klanti kae shoriyae manshik obokash er romance.

Jaanish, amar aekhon boro gaari, boro chakri, bhora songshar.
Kintu choto choto romance gulo choley gaechey shomoy er aaraley.
Shomoy jae amar kach thekey shomoy kedhey nilo, sheta bhalo holo ki mondo ?

Uttorer opekhhay kokhon jaeno prourottey pounchey gaelam.

Wednesday, 28 December 2016

Looking back on 2016

Another year draws to an end. Another one looms ahead.

Last year, at about this time I felt that I had just swam the Amazon chased by the crocodiles after my own boat got wrecked and got away with some lost limbs. But the overriding feeling was that of having got away.

This year I had a new rented boat with me, all new and shiny and fitted with some gadgets. The ride has been smoother and more comfortable. But having said that, the trip forward has forebodings of unknown. The shine of the boat is gone, the water is showing signs of early choppiness and I just sense that a few crocs may rear their heads again. Maybe these ones latched on to the rear of the boat and are waiting to snap again. It is just good that I do not own the boat this time.

Enough of rhetoric and imagery!

2016 would remain special because we could celebrate two unique occasions—the golden jubilee of my parents marital life and the attainment of 5 years by my daughter. Two occasions where I put in my whole effort and barring a few small blemishes, managed to do justice to expectations. That is important because living upto expectations are the biggest challenges of life.

This year was more financially comfortable and I believe I made a successful transit from being an entrepreneur to a domesticated obedient worker. It was the need of the year and I proudly claim that I managed to do it without much ado. Only the death of a few dreams ended up being collateral damage.

My daughter grew up this year. She continues to stun me at times when she lowers her guard and I feel surprised to see how well she hides her real self. I hope that I live up to her levels.

My parents grow older and every year takes a bigger bite into their health. A matter of concern about which I can do nothing!! I feel helpless but that is perhaps inevitable. The umbrella under which I grew up continues to become thinner every year.

And friends!! What would I have done without them!!!  Thanks for being there once again.

ADIEU 2016!! Thanks for teaching me that you are only as good as what the others perceive you to be and it’s the results as expected and interpreted by the person facing you and not the reality which matters in the end.

Thursday, 21 July 2016

The Golden Moment

50 years is a long time.

Living together for 50 years is a helluva long time.

It speaks of immense patience served with generous dollops of love, sacrifice, ability to fight odds without giving an inch and garnished with respect for each other.

It is an achievement which everyone does not  have the ability to reach.

On the 10th of July 2016, my parents just did that. They completed a journey of 50 years of roller coaster married life full of the proverbial ups and downs.

Being their only child I had the privilege to share 47 of these glorious years – and it has been more of a joy ride than a bumpy one for me, thanks to the cushion laid out on my pathway by my parents.

Maaaan, am I lucky and proud!!!

On the 10th when I was asked to speak on the occasion in front of a gathering consisting of family members who had gathered to celebrate the occasion, I found myself at a loss of words. After all, what do you say about someone to whom you owe your existence and sustenance. Does one eulogise? Or wax eloquent on the relationship high points? Or does one recount the golden days of the childhood? Or even joke about the rare differences of opinion? 

You do not thank or speak to the pillars of your life. You just hug them and hope to hold on to them for your entire life.

So, I took the easy way out. I just let my emotions take over. I said mighty little, most of which was incoherent babble.

 But hopefully people understood that I meant nothing more than the following:-

‘Ma and Baba, may I have the honour of being your child for all my subsequent lives?”

That sums it all I guess.

Monday, 28 December 2015

2015 -- The annual round up

The year-end synopsis is well due I guess. Also, I should follow the ritual that I had started about 3 years back—Looking back at the year passed and end it with an eye to the future.
Well, here goes …..
2015 – A watershed year surely in my life ; a year that pushed me into the abyss of financial trouble with all sources virtually drying up. It was an hourly fight for creating funds for survival. Having said that, this was also the year where benefactors loomed up and lent me their shoulders to help me scrape through at the very last moment.
Maitreyi De Sarkar, Shubhayu Sengupta, Anannya Chakraborty and Antora Chauhan—if you are reading this – I owe you all big time and would pray to the almighty to provide me with the necessary muscle to shore you up if, God forbid, you happen to land in a dump. Even when the accounts get settled, these debts would remain unpaid as it was not only the finances but the psychological boosters given by you which pulled me through.
This year would also surprise at the very end with me deciding to leave business and take up a job again after 8 long years.6 months ago, I would have scoffed at the possibility of such occurrence as frivolous and impossible. This goes to show how the plans for the future are best left to the almighty.
The consistent positive has been my daughter. She has been a constant source of joy and fun and has grown every hour. Also, a word for my family who have really felt the brunt of this crisis without much ado!
That brings us to the next year.
As I said and learnt the hard way, planning for the future is for fools but I can always hope for an easier time ahead --- specially more comfort in finances , more work , more joys from my daughter as she grows up and challenges me to grow up with her and consistent improved health from my now rapidly aging parents. Also, I hope that my partner in crime, my wife, gets her due in her career. God knows that she deserves it.

Au Revoir and wish you all a very happy new year.

Friday, 7 November 2014

My dear Mamma,                                                                            07 November 2014

I prefer calling you that! I also know that you will not be able to read this letter now. If at all you get to read this , then hopefully by then , you would have grown up to understand what lies beneath the letters covering this page.
Tomorrow you turn Three! It’s your birthday tomorrow! A grand old age of 3 years J.
Mamma, mamma, I have such a lot to tell you and i know not whether I will be able to share it all with you, because, you will realise with time that I am not really a very strong person who likes to share all in public.. But I guess that this is the right time to start and as your “mumum “says I am probably better off with the written word than with the verbal.
Tomorrow also marks more than two years of sheer unbridled joy for me! It’s the joy of having you in my life. It’s the joy of growing up all over again with you, it’s the joy of smiling with you, playing with you, fighting with you and getting my tear wiped by you. It’s joy of riding the roller coaster of life with you, the joy of belonging to you.
I remember the lusty cry that you gave once you were placed in my arms and how you quietened down and slept on my shoulders. I remember how I did not move a muscle for an hour lest you would wake up. But I remember the most the sunshine that you brought into our lives the moment you smiled once you woke up.
It has coincidentally been a rather trying period for me professionally and financially. Some days it has been more than an effort just to drag one off to home. It has been a tightrope jugglery for over a year and as I write this, this is not over yet. It is consuming every inch of my energy and patience to pull through. However, the moment I reach home and get welcomed with the yelps of joy and a hug from you, I get an added boost to take upon the whole darned world.
It is at this crucial juncture that I finally get my mind together to write to you.
My love, in you I see a rare understanding self and a rather soft and caring persona.  That I dare say is a lovely combination. But the world that you inherit would be a harsh one and my job would be to groom you with the shield for protection against such barbs.
I would not burden you with much more in the first letter itself. Hopefully, I would continue this trend of writing to you till both of us mature enough to talk and understand directly.
At the moment, let me raise my hands in silent thanks to the Almighty for selecting me as your father.
Happy Birthday my dear! May God bless you!
Love and Love again,


Friday, 5 September 2014

My Teachers

I have always been lucky that I had been taught by people with special acumen.

Starting with my parents who quickly understood what the need of the day was promptly got me admitted in a great school ( first in my family to be admitted to an english medium ICSE school) and also allowed me the leeway to form my own opinions about life.

St. Xavier's School , Durgapur would be the institution which really created me as I am today. it taught me that education is serious business and education is fun. I shall not mention any one separately lest I commit the sin of missing out someone. I learnt that maths, physics, chemistry, biology is fun. I learnt that history created me, geography lives round me, and english is a love affair. I also learnt that cricket , football and table tennis is serious business. I had also learnt that exams are routine affairs which are not to be frightened off! Above all, I learnt to get along in life with a smile on my lips come what may!

Bidhan Institution taught me competition and time management--- how to snatch time away for a cricket match when you are getting ready for the heavy duty things like entrance examinations.

Durgapur Government college taught me that there is nothing called ultimate failure. There is always a new path to take once the original one is closed.

Department of Business Management , Jadavpur University taught me the rules of daily survival  and broke the shell of the shy little boy that I was then.

Work took me across the east and north east of India and the different bosses taught me how to build the future and how to think on my feet.

And of course, my friends!! They continue to teach me till date , every moment!

Thank you my teachers! I am truly blessed!