Auniversity is never just a bunch of classrooms and labs, it is a feeling, which is stamped into the heart of any student who walks its grounds. Pride is a two-way street; students wear their university like a badge of honor and universities wear their
Once feared as a ruthless poacher who knew every hidden trail of the Sundarbans, Anil Mistry was the kind of man wildlife dreaded. He could slip into the mangroves with ease, his gun slung over his shoulder, and return with the spoils of the hunt. But
In Bengal’s villages, food was never just for filling the stomach. It was about survival, health, and using whatever nature gave. In this new age, when we participate in ‘sustainable eating’, rural Bengal has already lived that natural wisdom for generations. They welcomed natural probiotics to irons,
In a sticky situation on a humid afternoon in a village just outside Murshidabad, an artisan is weaving a saree from fine cotton thread on his wooden loom. The clattering of the loom has been a part of his life since childhood and he learnt it
The sky has always called to a few restless souls—and Suman Dutta is one of them. While others saw boardrooms and spreadsheets, he saw galaxies and comets; while others chased deadlines, he chased the light of distant stars. Swapping the hum of corporate life for the quiet of open
According to mythology, during the war between Rama and Ravana, Goddess Durga was invoked through the ritual of Akalbodhan (untimely worship). When the Goddess did not appear to be satisfied, Vibhishana advised Rama that she must be worshipped with 108 blue lotuses. Rama agreed and
Venice has always been a city of stories—whispered along its canals, reflected in its shimmering waters. Last week, the story that made the rounds, at least in Bengal and India was that of Anuparna Roy, the Indian filmmaker whose debut feature, Songs of Forgotten Trees,
It was once upon a time the Golden Fibre to the world, but are the golden days of Jute vanishing? Or is it emerging in a new age avatar with a few in Bengal trying to resurrect its lost glory? Take for example Scene 1: Half-fed jute
On many an afternoon when Bengal’s very own storm, the Kalbaishakhi strikes, one might feel like singing that famous Salil Chowdhury number, Pagol Hawa. Lyrics of this song can even soften the harshest of tempers. But hardly any of us knows, how a talented singer was almost
Feeding millions is no ordinary task, but Bengal’s farmers have done just that. This year, they harvested a staggering 25.653 million metric tonnes of paddy—the highest in the state’s history. Behind this milestone lies not just statistics, but countless hours of toil under the sun, resilience in