In the 90s, listening to RD’s brand of music was an iconic feeling. Because, way back then, I felt his music was ahead of his times. In terms of music arrangement, orchestra, background score or titillating vocals, RD was a master. Run down 25 years later, I still think RD’s music was much ahead ofContinue reading “Fondly, Pancham Da.”
Category Archives: Nostalgia
playing days
Rain. Football. Wet legs, wetter grass. Dirty shoes. Hot tea. Don’t go home. Get wet. Complete package.
Standalone
It’s not the stature that always counts. It’s the attempt to touch the sky that evokes a cacophony of myriad ruptures. Like, fugitives in search of salvation. Like, mortals reaching out to immortals. I like the canvas, what urges brilliance is the modus operandi.
art of classical music
music has been an integral part of my life, that it’s a part of my DNA is an inexplicable conclusion. my parents and grandparents have been admirable advocates of classical (Carnatic) music, My mother used to be a decent vocalist during her younger days and dad always had this uncanny inclination towards genuine vocal chords.Continue reading “art of classical music”
Hoggs Market
One of the most revered hang outs for Calcuttans. From needles to shoes, puchkas to patties – it’s the inevitable one stop shop for shopaholics. If mayhem, sweat and people fascinate you, then this is the place to be. Native for Calcutta, cosmopolitan for ROW.
the wait, and see through
Cut throat empty roads, solitary me in the street adjacent. Suddenly, I look around and find able companions. The long standing sun saying goodbye through the most convenient rays, white clouds emerging out from their daylight nemesis, the beam which is a result of their occupant collaboration. Amidst them, I ain’t alone.
old house
This used to be the favourite hideout of my younger days, much much fitter and agile days I must say. Field, outfield, pads, coach, technique, drive, gloves, tension, sweat, lots of sweat, passion, craziness. More importantly, it was my age of adrenaline. After years, took a look at myself through the strokes of the youngContinue reading “old house”
the drive through shot
Indeed, doesn’t appear though. I think it’s more to do with the aura than anything else. Long standing giant amidst an ageing and growing metropolis. #calcuttadiaries
nearer to you..
I kind of like the setting sun, goes down but not without achieving the nods and dangling a glimpse of the promise it holds for the next day. Life, learn. Days and nights.
2015 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 960 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 16 trips to carry that many people. Click here to see theContinue reading “2015 in review”
Condiment of life
You don’t have to be married for 10 years to say huh! and 40 to claim immortality. I think its purely a derivative business. the more you get in to the thick of your relationships, the less you think about sustaining them. No, this isn’t about raving marriage. Its about unravelling your insides to seeContinue reading “Condiment of life”
The Viru Days
Cricket before 15 years wasn’t the same. ODI was still the most popular version, opening slots weren’t as dynamic and specialist openers often decided the fate of an elusive encounter. Slam bang approach was not a part of the 21 yard strategy and full throttle test matches were still the bane of the great game.Continue reading “The Viru Days”
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