Most part of my childhood city is lost for good … Dhanbad the black diamond city of Jharkhand on beautiful Chota Nagpur plateau was mostly covered with green fields, tall trees on the sides of the roads and lot of open space 2 decades back … Continue reading My Dhanbad Lost by Titas Mazumdar
The masked Phantom on the back of his horse Hero, with his tamed wolf Devil following closely on the tow. The skin-tight costume showing off his chiselled body and the mask covering, what seemed to me, a very handsome face. He lives in the forest … Continue reading Phantom, my dream lover!
Stealing a rainy afternoon My stay in Agartala this time has been hot and humid. Though I spent my childhood here I can't bear the humidity any more. The uncomfortable heat made worse by pressure of deadlines to be met. With COVID induced WFH we … Continue reading Stealing a rainy afternoon
Remember Campa Cola. It was such a rage in the 80s. While growing up that’s the only Cola I knew. They also came up with Campa Orange that I really liked as a girl. Then there was zingy Gold Spot.
The memories of lying on my back under a starlit sky, counting the stars, the magic of the shooting stars. The moonlit nights had a different appeal. There’s something about the moon that has fascinated me as a child, the changing shape, the patterns on the moon or rather the craters. I have always found the moon enigmatic and mysterious. Each star had a different story to tell, I thought. There’s so much secret hidden in the dark blue night sky. But alas, the bright lights of development eventually hid the night sky.
Bongs their daak naam! Daak naam can be loosely translated as pet name or nickname but it’s much more than that. Almost every Bengali has two names – the dressy ‘good’ name for the outside world and a short, sweet, often funny and always meaningless … Continue reading Daak naam/Pet name
Remember the nursery rhyme: Rain, rain, go away/ Come again another day/ Little Johnny wants to play – that is never me. I always love rain, almost unconditionally. I want it to rain, drizzle, pour, no matter what. Rain never comes in the way of … Continue reading Rain, rain, come again!
Snow (vanishing cream), powder and Boroline - that was all a Bengali lady needed to look good about 50 years back or more. Here I am talking about the generation before my mom’s. In the evenings or before stepping out, these ladies would wash their … Continue reading Chatterjee Mashima’s makeup kit – Snow, Powder, Boroline
My quiet neighbourhood is drowned in the sound of vehicles, honking as they pass byMy beautiful lake, around which we built our small houses, is now hidden behind the tall ugly buildings that are cropping upThe stars that smiled at me once on balmy nights … Continue reading My City Lost