For the rest of the world, rice might be just a staple grain for consumption. But for Bengalis, it is no ordinary meal. It is an auspicious and divine grain in the eastern part of India. In all our festivities from birth till death, rice
Times are changing, the city is accelerating its pace and its inhabitants are now open to constant innovation. The city is evolving and Mache Bhate Bangalis are gradually moving away from the age of cold conventions and exploring new cuisine.Since inception, humans have inculcated racism
“Saap ludo khelche bidhatar shonge pagol” ..Ever thought about the power of a madman like this? Perhaps, only the Nagorik Kobiyal or Kolkata’s Dylan could talk about such detailed imageries. If you look around the city and talk to singers, song writers, you would understand
‘Kaape kaape amar hiya kaape’.. I remember vividly the tune of my childhood days, the first song I heard of Mohiner Ghoraguli. I was just seven and was completely incapable of comprehending the lyrics, deciphering the significance or the essence of the song and feel
‘Kaape kaape amar hiya kaape’.. I remember vividly the tune of my childhood days, the first song I heard of Mohiner Ghoraguli. I was just seven and was completely incapable of comprehending the lyrics, deciphering the significance or the essence of the song and feel
Yes, they did bring loads of books to your door-step and that too at throwaway prices. So, every bookworm, every book lover thronged the Bookchor carnival, the first of its kind in Kolkata. Kolkata’s affair with literature has been long, intense and passionate. Right from
Irfan Nabi is from the pristine valley of Kashmir and well-known for his book Alluring Kashmir: The Inner Spirit that he co-authored. His upcoming photo books on Ladakh and Varanasi are supposed to create an impact in the photography world. He will be at the
Kolkata International Photography Festival, that comes to a close tomorrow had truly proved that photography is not confined to exhibitions only. It transcends borders and countries and the various forms in which it is displayed, either through film screenings, installations, exhibitions and even talk shows. The
“Mild the mist upon the hill Telling not of storms tomorrow; No, the day has wept its fill, Spent its store of silent sorrow….” Are you tired of overcrowded hills? Are you looking for silence? Ever imagined the surreal mist kissing your face while you walk high above the
While talking about Kolkata street food, Ghugni is one lip smacking delicacy you can never afford to miss. The Ghugni waala with that big haandi wrapped in red cloth on his head in front of your school gate surrounded by a crowd of children screaming