Life is a panorama of small shots as well long shots. At times it zooms in and at times out of focus. In an age where I am neither the young woman who loves jumping or an old lady who is wrapped in warm woollies in winter it’s tough as well as enjoyable. Death has come to me in different times and etched a deep mark on me. Let me talk about different shades of the life changing with the onslaught of death. At the age of 5 I had…
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Haleem originated as an Arabic dish with meat and pounded wheat as the chief ingredients. Addition of local flavours to the original recipe resulted in a taste distinct from other types of haleem. The preparation of haleem has been compared to that of Hyderabadi biryani. Though Hyderabadi haleem is the traditional hors d’oeuvre at weddings, celebrations and other social occasions, it is particularly consumed in the Islamic month of Ramadan during Iftar (the evening meal that breaks the day-long fast) as it provides instant energy and is high in calories.…
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আয়না, আয়না, তুমি বল – মনে আছে, ছোটবেলায় পড়া বিম্ববতীর গল্প … যেখানে দুষ্টু রানী আয়নার সাথে কথা বলতো ? গল্পটা পড়ে একবার আমি আয়নার সাথে কথা বলতে চেষ্টা করেছিলাম, সবচেয়ে সুন্দর কে জিজ্ঞেস করাতে আয়না আমাকেই দেখিয়েছিল …. এবং কচি মনে বেশ আনন্দ হয়েছিল সেটা জানতে পেরে। আজ আবার সেই বোকা বোকা ছোটবেলা টা কে একটু মনে করতে বলছি সবাইকে। Smile in the mirror. Do that every morning and you’ll start to see a big difference in your life. – Yoko Ono (Peace Activist) আমাদের জীবন এখন বেশ জটিল। চতুর্দিকে…
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I always took keen interest in the affairs of Punjab because of our similar past. Both Bengal and Punjab were affected by Partition the most. Punjab worked hard and developed into an affluent state while Bengal became known for its artists and intellectuals. Over the years, political turmoil took its toll and the decline of Bengal started with the exodus of its meritorious youth brigade. Udta Punjab spoke of Punjab’s decline due to rampant drug abuse among its youth. So I had to see it. Udta Punjab is akin to…
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শূন্য মনে ভাবছি বসে শূণ্যস্থানে তাকিয়ে শূন্য কেমন বসে আছে জীবন মাঝে জাঁকিয়ে। বুদবুদ যে শূন্যে ভাসে শূন্যগর্ভ সে যে হায়। মহাশূণ্যের ওপার হতে অসীম শূণ্যপানে ধায়। সংখ্যার পরে শূণ্য বসে লক্ষ, কোটি, নিযুত হয় , সংখ্যাটিকে সরিয়ে নিয়ে শুধুই শূণ্য থেকে যায়। শূণ্য কেন, শূণ্য কেমন- এ বর্ণনা করা দায়, এমনি করেই জীবন মাঝে শূণ্যতা যে লুকিয়ে রয়। Sanchayita Sanyalভালোবাসি বই পড়তে , ঘুরতে। হঠাত করে ছড়া এসে যায় মনে আর লিখে ফেলি। রবীন্দ্রনাথের জীবনদর্শনে উদ্বুদ্ধ হই, সারদা মা কে প্রতি মুহূর্তে উপলব্ধি করি। সবার উপরে আমার বাবা-মা…
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I saw you on the day of love, On the day when the hearts unite. You were waiting for someone impatiently, As I stood behind the gate; all quiet. You wore a black suit and trousers, With a bouquet of beautiful roses. I was standing far away, Laughing at your weird poses. Then came the lady, Whom you were waiting for. She was beautiful… prettier Than before. I stepped back, and walked the other way, I tried to forget but it reminded me of that day. When you left me…
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It was red all over. He had no choice. Just like the others. The shirt was smeared The face had nowhere to hide. It was difficult to tell him apart From the others who gave up before. He was just like you, like me, like the boy who lives on the fourth row third house on the left. You don’t know him Neither do I He is oblivion But to the red, He wasn’t Red was all over him He screamed “No no, please spare me” But they wouldn’t listen.…
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Day 1, 22.10 Hrs It started with a pell-mell run to catch the train earlier in the morning. Last mile of Santragachi station is rather difficult to reach in car. We were late. Our train, Rupashi Bangla Express, as is usual in such situations, was standing in the farthest platform. We boarded it by a whisker, breathless and sweating in the December chill. The train eased out, went past Mourigram, Andul, Sankrail and likewise. Stations in our part of the country have names that seat easy on the tongue and…
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আমার সবটুকুনি পাওয়ার মাঝে, জড়িয়ে আছিস তুই… বৃষ্টি ছোঁয়া মেঘেদুপুরে, শীতের রাতকে ছুঁই..!! মানা না মানা নিষেধের মাঝে, মন খারাপের দিনে… খুঁজে পাওয়ার মাঝে আছিস এক শিশির ভেজা মনে। গল্পগাঁথার ভিতর থেকে এক পলকের দুরে.. অনেকটা আমার মনের মাঝে, একটুখানি ছুঁয়ে… কেমন করে খুঁজি তোকে, কেমন করেই বা পাই… কেমন করে লুকিয়ে রাখি, আবার যে হারাই..!! সুদক্ষিণা সাধ্যপেশায় ইন্টরিয়র ডিজাইনার। কখনো সকনো মনের খেয়ালে একটু আধটু লিখি।More Posts
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Dance has been an vital part of the Indian cultural heritage. In Hindu mythology, the image of the Nataraj, a dancing embodiment of Lord Shiva, is a symbol of both cosmic destruction and divine creation of the Universe. Dance has also been an ancient method of pleasing the god performed by the celestial dancers also referred to as the apsaras. Temple dancing has been a ritual passed on from generation to generation by the Devdasis of southern India or Maharis of Odisha. This divine practice was later exploited and portrayed…
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