Today, Sunday, 11 May, is Mothers’ Day. I agree with those who feel that keeping just one day aside, annually, the second Sunday in May, for the celebration of the one individual whom we can take for granted to love us unconditionally is not enough. Every day belongs to our mothers.
Shiv Sena MP Arvind Ganpat Sawant is a familiar name in India’s political circles. The politician who represents the coveted Mumbai constituency says he is essentially a social worker.
Winds whipped up the deep dark waters of the river Muri Ganga which stretches for four kilometres from the delta island of Sagar Deep (which means “sea island” in Bengali) to the first port on the mainland, called Lot Number 8.
On an August afternoon six years ago, I called my good friend Kumar Tiku, author and United Nations project developer who happened to be a displaced Kashmiri Pandit.
I have been to Murshidadab and Malda many many times as a reporter covering various issues, including communal feelings. I have invariably found that the common people do not differentiate between religions and prefer to live harmoniously with each other. In fact, I found that it comes so naturally to them that they don’t even think about it.
We who live in Calcutta are quite used to it. When we walk down the city roads, we perhaps discover that a little book store has popped up on a street corner or a small coffee shop has suddenly appeared on a neighborhood sidewalk.
Another guilt-inducing day is looming large. Tomorrow is World Health Day and those of us who take our health for granted ought to take a little time and give a thought to the torture we subject ourselves to.
Being tech savvy with a knack for enterprise, Dasa decided to launch an App which, once downloaded, would give readers across the world access to audio versions of all the spiritual books which have ever been published by BBT.
We don’t like to wait. We don’t like to be confined. The times when we are stuck in traffic jams make us feel helpless. The times when we can’t get off the plane or train perhaps, during a long journey makes us restless. Even when we know that the wait is temporary. Not indefinite.
Like their human counterparts, who though past sixty, often have an edge over youngsters in terms of their experience and wisdom, old cars too have their value.
