Author: dipankardasgupta
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Kamala Bastralaya
As you meander down Manohar Pukur Road towards Rashbehari Avenue in Calcutta, you are likely to notice a paint store bearing the Asian Paints logo at the right hand corner of the meeting point of the two streets. I never had any use for the store, but have often wondered in the course of the…
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Train to Promised Land
The latest debate surrounding the government’s decision to hike passenger fares and freight charges for the railways has dragged a skeleton out of the closet making the country turn white with fear. As any undergraduate student of economics should be able to explain, …
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Prehistoric Memories — Radhakrishnan
But he did exist once upon a time. My classmate of course, a classmate who keeps floating up every now and then in my stream of memories. Among other flotsam I guess. I wonder why. He must have been special.
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Failed Life
In learning by rote I never ranked first in class.My teens didn’t cause me a broken heart alas.In wholesome praise of erotic love, I never composed verse.In tides of youth I didn’t swim, or in luxuries immerse. No lofty court my oration skills considered more than farce.A hashish addict I did not turn, to fight…
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Tell me mate, how we’ll ever forget …
Tell me mate, how we’ll ever forget, those days of ours’ of yore
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Chivalrous Serenades
Come to think of it, a “chivalrous existence”, however appealing it might appear, has deluded me throughout my life. Especially so when it came to my earnest desire to act Sir Knight to damsels in distress. Not that I had ever draped myself in mail chain armour a la Ivanhoe, having decided that the mca’s…
A KALEIDOSCOPE WORLD 