Who’s Me?

Dipankar Dasgupta received his early education in Calcutta (now called Kolkata), India and moved on to the University of Rochester, NY, USA, where he was awarded a PhD degree in Economics. He did most of his academic research and teaching in the Delhi and Kolkata campuses of the Indian Statistical Institute, from where he retired in August, 2006 as Professor of Economics. He has also taught and researched in visiting capacities as well as a regular faculty member in different universities in Canada, Hong Kong, Japan and the USA.

His interests vary from Economic Theory to creative literature and vocal music. He writes stories, memoirs and poems in English and Bengali and sings semi-classical music, mostly in Bengali. He is also interested in foreign languages, Japanese being his favorite. He writes for the printed media and is an occasional TV commentator on subjects of socio-economic interest. Dipankar and his wife, Sankari, live in Kolkata, India.

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  • kerman  On June 2, 2010 at 2:50 pm

    Dear Oj-Kaku….
    Just to let you know that I’ve visited your window and loved what I saw…. I think I shall from now onwards be a be a bit critical whenever I look into the mirror… as You’ve brought out a new perspective in “mirror looking”….

    • dipankardasgupta  On June 2, 2010 at 3:28 pm

      Dear Kerman:

      So nice of you to visit. The post you refer to was written in a bit of a hurry partly because I didn’t expect it to be noticed. Happy that you read it.

      Best wishes.


  • knot2share  On May 13, 2011 at 9:50 am

    I have just emailed you OJ da.

  • Kumud Biswas  On December 3, 2011 at 3:42 pm

    Happy to see you have created a cozy corner for yourself. It is not so easy as it appears to be. Reminds me of a Tagore poem. Here it is in my translation.


    I do many important things
    They don’t seem very difficult –
    To do good to all mankind
    I travel throughout the world
    The crowds become bigger by the day
    I have to do a lot of writing
    And deliver lectures in various tongues
    I also re-do many things I have already done.
    I get caught in knots after knots
    It’s like laying bricks on bricks
    To add new wings to my house.
    Some praise my works
    There are others who criticize
    Trusting me some come closer
    While some are suspicious.
    Some of the materials I use are genuine
    Some of it of course is spurious
    With all these
    Somehow I ultimately make something.

    But those little dreams
    Which are very dear to my heart
    They may sound very simple
    But they are not really so simple –
    Like the pleasure I get in music,
    In the flowers’ fragrance,
    Or in lazy dreams
    Dreamt under the shades of a tree
    At some leisure time –
    It seems I can get them easily
    But when I really want them
    They are nowhere to be found!
    In the beginning
    This world was boundless and formless
    With this nebulous nothing
    When God in good earnest began His act of creation
    His labours produced high mountains
    But He got the first bunch of flowers
    Only after millions of years’ dreaming.

    Long have I dreamt
    In a corner of this world
    Left to myself I shall remain alone –
    I didn’t hanker for fame or fortune
    I only dreamt of a small nest of my own.
    The cool shade of the tree
    The gentle stream
    At twilight the evening star
    Beckoning me home
    Near the window the flowers’ fragrance
    The first light of day beyond the pond –
    I longed for a little home
    That surrounded by all these
    Would fill up the days of my life
    With joys and sorrows.

    So long I desired neither fame nor fortune
    But that my innermost thoughts
    I may express in my own words.
    As the setting sun
    With the fanciful last strokes of its brush
    Paints on the clouds
    The picture of the dying day
    I would build my world of dream
    With light and shadow
    And the colour and sweetness of my mind.
    I longed for a little home
    That surrounded by all these
    Would fill up the days of my life
    With joys and sorrows.

    For a long time I harboured this hope in my mind
    The deepest hunger of my heart
    Would be satisfied at last
    Not by fame or fortune
    But by someone’s love –
    Just lovingly calling my beloved’s name
    Or holding her hand in my hand,
    Sitting by her side without any reason,
    When she would be away
    Thinking about her sitting alone
    And when she would come near
    Our gleaming eyes would be anxious to say
    Endless words of love –
    Not fame or fortune
    I only longed
    That these dreams woven around my love
    Would fill up the days of my life
    With joys and sorrows.
    Asha from Purabi by Rabindranath Tagore. It is a unique poem – the first two stanzas are more or less prosaic but the remaining part, in a different rhyme scheme, is unsurpassed in lyrical beauty and sweetness which is very difficult to recapture in translation.

    • dipankardasgupta  On December 3, 2011 at 4:09 pm

      Dear Kumud-babu:

      So nice to see you here. I think we have certainly established a wave length. Or else, why would you be reminded of this fascinating poem. It speaks the truth about many like us. I am so grateful to receive this wonderful gift of a comment from you.


  • khách sạn đà nẵng giá rẻ  On March 2, 2014 at 5:03 am

    continuously i used to read smaller posts which also clear their motive, and that is
    also happening with this post which I am reading

  • ashualec  On June 8, 2016 at 12:54 pm

    If I am not mistaken, you used to write at Sulekha?


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