If Jallianwallah Bagh massacre was General Dyer’s inhuman blot in the history of British India, the macabre incidents of torture that took place within a college campus by the notorious Charles Tegart went pretty unnoticed. But the can of worms seem to spill off as
Imagine a hijab clad woman sitting by the lamps in the business capital of Pakistan and reciting Bengali poems of Rabindranath Tagore or of Jibanananda! Or participating in a human rights lecture through poems of Kazi Nazrul Islam and putting up a theatrical representation of
Bhakta Toto pioneers the first Toto dictionary, ‘Toto Shabdo Sangraha’ or ‘Collection of Toto Words’ TThe illusive paintings on the rocks of Bhimbetka, the mellowed signs of Harappa or even the gorgeous frescos lighting up the dark caves of Ajanta has a bond of existence –
Grammy and Kolkata! The musical Bengalis do have something to be proud of and that too coming from a bunch of Kolkata youngsters. This year’s Grammy-winning Shakti band which won the Grammy for Best Global Music for their album, This Moment, owes its album design to
Winters become vibrant with the arrival of colourful vegetables in the Bengal markets. Carrots, beans, cauliflower, beetroot, and broccoli brighten up the plates of every Bengali household. Though not a game-changer in terms of taste, broccoli is a rich source of vitamins C and K.
Imagine the mouth-watering Kati Roll of Park Street reaching the bustling cities of New York and London! And who took them, setting up a $14 million Kati Roll franchise? None other than a Bengali NRI woman, Payal Saha, who decided to start her own food
Kurkut Chutney, also known as Red Ant Chutney For the immensely politicking and argumentative Bengalis, even food can at times turn into a political agenda and be used to create a political discourse. Who will not remember how more than two decades ago a news flash
The very fragrance of Govindobhog is to die for. It was a washout monsoon day in Kolkata with the streets flooded and most people bound home, schools declaring a rainy day, others working indoor. A specific aroma was sifting from the kitchen on such a cool
Modar/Palva, Pallo Machhi, Pulasa, Ulla Meen. Nope, not gibberish. All valid words, all describing that one object that any Bengali could write a poem (or several) about, an object of veneration, an icon, an emotion –the hilsa or, to use its Bengali name, ilish. To all
Annapurna, Anna, Nalini… call her by any name, she would have always remained Rabindranath Tagore’s first love. And it’s always said ‘First Loves’ can never be forgotten, they are like the waft of the first Spring breeze, like the innocence of the first sapling that