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Solitary reviews of my Bengali book 16 Mandeville Gardens.
A sigh of relief is not exactly a sigh in relief, but the difference is more than grammatical. One has to travel all the way to Otaru to appreciate the point. Otaru is a smallish port located somewhere near the foot of Mount Tengu in the western coast of Hokkaido, one of the coldest regions [...]
In most issues in life, it is ultimately the heart of the matter that counts. Especially so, if the matter pertains to the heart itself. Or at least, to the affinity between a pair of human hearts. This elementary piece of wisdom has little relevance in practice of course. The essence of a human relationship [...]
The following links cover a twenty minute interview of Professor Joseph Stiglitz, who won the Nobel Prize in Economics in 2001. Professor Stiglitz expresses his opinions on different issues concerning the current state of West Bengal. The interview was conducted by Dipankar Dasgupta, Former Professor of Economics, Indian Statistical Institute. Stiglitz Interview — Part 1 [...]
While the problem of rural electrification continues to baffle us, a silent progress has been taking place in different parts of India and, in particular, in West Bengal. Before I reveal to you what the nature of this progress is, here are some district wise details concerning the state of electrification of rural households in West Bengal.
One cannot quite ignore the Greeks when discussing Sambhu Mitra and that not merely on account of his immortal production of Oedipus Rex (Raja Oyedipaus). Every now and then the Greek notion of Fate keeps rearing up its head in the play Sri Sambhu Mitra as well. The play is all about an uncompromising pursuit of purity and perfection sitting in a world where vulgarity rules the roost. Ultimately, it is Fate that decides how much one must succumb to pressures that lead a person astray.
There happened to be a tree
Throwing up its arms,
As soon as the eve arrived,
It danced in ghostly spree.
Showers have arrived over the river
The water has risen in a tide
Like hopes one keeps concealed — a few
Fireflies dim oft come to view