Category: English Compositions

• June 4, 2011

  Hasn’t Your Mind Yet

  Hasn’t your mind yet begun to rock, my dear
• May 28, 2011

  Waiting for Priya

  It was a typical winter evening in Kolkata. Velvety and mellow. Yet Mrinal was sweating. He had been sweating since the previous day. Lovely Priya had promised to visit his home. She was a classmate in college. Mrinal had been staring endlessly at her since college started. Inside as well as outside the college.
• April 20, 2011

  The Philosophy of Poverty vs The Poverty of Philosophy: Travails of West Bengal

  Neither Karl Marx, who authoured The Poverty of Philosophy, nor M. Proudhon, who wrote The Philosophy of Poverty in 1847 could perceive how relevant the titles of their works would be for the state of West Bengal’s Assembly elections 164 years later. It is not as though the subject matter of the controversy between them…
• April 11, 2011

  Divine Routes to Sexual Harrassmet

  I felt hopelessly lonely as soon as I opened my eyes this morning and noticed the first rays of sunshine illuminating me at my bovine best. They had lit me up I felt with the sole purpose of helping the world ignore me with unadulterated indifference. I moaned as usual and was close to humming…
• March 28, 2011

  Rainy Day

  The rains’ turn it was — to usher in the morn, As the sky stood lost — in the embrace of the dark,
• March 19, 2011

  Figures in the Limelight

  It was a pleasant surprise to watch the celebrated thespian, Mithun Chakraborty, anchor a TV show the other evening in which he restricted his guests from the civil society to answer questions that were sharply posed, instead of out-howling each other. Amongst the many issues he brought up, one in particular stood out. He took…
• January 31, 2011

  Kurani (Foundling)

  Lips pouted, head tilted in rage, Nostrils inflated, eyes ablaze,
• January 28, 2011

  The Key

  Your missing, much beloved key E’en today, with me alone doth lie.
• January 23, 2011

  A Flat atop the New Market

  Kuntal had an appointment with an insurance agent in Connaught Place in Delhi, but just as he was about to walk into the well-appointed office, he noticed Mr. Sharma’s name on a plain wooden door adjacent to the glass paneled office entrance. And, to leave nothing to doubt, the word ‘Residence’ stood out in bold…
• January 17, 2011

  The Man who could not be a General

  Masquerading as an officer above one’s rank, it seems, is one of the gravest offences one can commit in military service. A court martial is the inevitable consequence of being caught in the act and the most lenient penalty one can hope for is a retrenchment order accompanied by a certificate of condemnation. The strict…