Tag: dipankar dasgupta
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Ye Olde Herbivores!
My wife is a diehard fish eater. Most Bengali women are, in fact, created that way. I enjoy my fish too, but not the same way that she does. For her, a fish-less day bears a precarious resemblance to the hapless day Yudhishthira encountered hell. And believe me, she enjoys her fish …
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The Margosa Tree
Some are skinning off its bark and boiling it. Some are tearing away leaves for grinding. Yet others are frying them in oil. To apply on ringworm afflicted skin. A panacea for a variety of skin ailments. Many eat the tender leaves. Raw, uncooked. Or, sautéed with eggplant. Helps the liver. Endlessly many chew the…
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Buddhu vs. Aristotle: Kaun Hara Kaun Jita
I wish they would start a school that teaches you the art of wooing. I have been exercised over the idea ever since I watched Basu Chatterji’s movie ‘Chhoti si Baat’, starring the ever innocent Amol Palekar and the ravishing Vidya Sinha. I admit I fell head over heals in love with the latter the…
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Anti-clockwise Bhagat
The eternal triangle appears to suggest that human destiny could well be governed by geometric patterns. The hypothesis enjoys the support of eminent philosophers, beginning from no less a person than Plato, who asserted that God was a geometer. Indeed, if historians are to be trusted, he had even posted a signboard at the entrance…
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A Toothy Tale
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.
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Maganlal Magicwallah
And then one day Maganlal Magicwallah disappeared himself. He simply melted away as it were, like “a cake of ice on a hot July day”. Since nature preordains all humans to melt into nothingness sooner or later, Maganlal’s disappearance probably didn’t deserve the status of an event at all. Yet, an event of sorts it…
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Sudden Encounter by Rabindranath Tagore
Never thought, We could run into each other in a rail-compartment …
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The Dog and I
I made his acquaintance in Delhi. He looked strong and healthy in his shiny black coat, a big, handsome animal. But few recognized this, because he was a stray dog, a creature India is abundantly endowed with. He combated daily for survival, partaking of rotting food articles, spilling out of wayside garbage bins. …
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Bengal Politics: Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi Syndrome
The municipal elections suggest that there is a “Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi” (SBKBT) syndrome at work in Bengal politics. An unchanging coalition being in power for over thirty years defies not merely the logic of democracy, but every other semblance of logic as well. It reminds one of SBKBT which forced its inanity upon…
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