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VICE-VERSA

He was working hard, he was earning lots He worked harder, he earned lots more.              Morning flights and late night files had meaning to him Delights and indulgence didn’t. He was earning lots, he wanted more, He worked hard; he wished he could work harder. His house was a place to sleep in Its inhabitants – a mere existence. And then he had a holiday Sudden, abrupt….unwanted. He didn’t know what to do with it Just like a dress, long-worn when it doesn’t fit. He wanted back his work; he wished he had his files. A guest in his house – he roamed Switching on the lights instead of the fan Searching for food amongst leftovers When he opened that cupboard; And childhood tumbled out. Bright covers, dash of colors, glitter, A zooming hero there, a cute squirrel here: But a deep trench cut across their faces - And deep into their bodies                          Making the pages crumble as fingers endeavored to turn. He looked into those pages tryi
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THE TREE NEXT LANE

                   She walked past me everyday, never dropping a glance She walked past me everyday, her dress brushing by a lucky chance.   I stood there rooted to the spot, desperate yet unable to reach out, I stood there rooted to the spot, confined in my floral where about. She was happy with her relations, oblivious of my love I was envious of them, trapped in my wooden shaft. I turned green as I saw her friends making her happy and high She didn’t notice the difference ( I wonder why?) Days went by and she grew wizened and bent Days went by and I grew wise and gained strength. Her relations left her-some for death others for malice Her relations left me to bear my lonely chalice. She was walking past me that day, never dropping a glance She was walking past me like everyday, when the clouds covered the sun. It rained like never before, it drenched her to the skin She ran to me for shelter as a person to his kin. As two wide eyes lo
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THE TELEGRAPH NATIONAL DEBATE

When people meet to debate audience listens .When stalwarts debate gods listen. Today i had the opportunity to experience such an oratory rhapsody at the telegraph national debate at Netaji indoor. The Telegraph National Debate has long been an iconic event in the city's cultural calender drawing the cream of Bengali intelligentsia to this war of words which has seen participation of some of the major celebs of India- from Big B to Aparna Sen to Pataudi (to name a few!). This year too the star quotient was maintained by Rahul Dravid and Mamata Banerjee who seems to be ubiquitous as the elections draw near. The distinguished panelists divided into two groups of 4, debated on the topic - India will be better run If politicians are left out of the government. rooting for the motion were Suhel Seth, rahul Dravid,  while opposing them were Joy Panda, salman Khurshid, Ram Guha and Mamata banerjee. Suhel seth set the battlefield with his caustic sarcasm and vicious jives pointing out
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Tryst with a legacy of Bengali theatre

 Gorur Garir Headlight- at the kolkata comedy carniva l Bengali theatre has long donned the hat of being elitist - the distinction of mass and class long being its associate. There are however exceptions, some exquisitely delightful like Gorur garir Headlight. I had planned for long to watch this one finally managing to attend its 1205th (ya and this is not a typing error!) show today at the kolkata comedy carnival at Madhusudan Mancha. the play dates back to 1971 when it was first staged under the aegis of Saroj Ray , its late director and the man behind this mindless yet masterly caper! Since then the play has been staged continuallt making it the longest running play in the present gamut of bengali theatre. And I must say iot was a pleasant astonishment that I shared witha few others today to witness a packed house for this age old production! Gorur garir Headlight as the name suggests is about incongruity and discrepancy. "Bibbhrat" in bengali would be the most appropr
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The greatest game ever Played

...watched this film today. A Disney production and a decent effort though nothing overtly excellent about it. A film about golf and the aura of gentleman ship about it, it extends itself in due course to English oppression and the rise/victory of the oppressed. the bollywood attuned audience may easily detect a Lagaan feel in it though this one is definitely less dramatic!! thethen English society finds a decent portrayal. A lovely snatch of conversation, which shows the wry English humour (or sarcasm!) runs thus - Ted Ray: Morning, Harry. Dreadful English weather. Harry Vardon: How'd you sleep? Ted Ray: Like a baby. Woke up every two hours and cried. A watch is recommended though a preliminary knowledge of golf would help a ton. ;-) Happy viewing........ The greatest game ever played
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Idle musings...composed quite some time back

A KLEPTOMANIAC’S CONFESSION It was just another day. I was returning from my office by train as usual. I work in a bank. I am not the branch manager there. I am a sub-staff.   Everyday I return at this time in the evening by the same train. I am a simple common man with a very regular life style. I have my dal-chawal regularly in the morning, go to off ice regularly, have my Tiffin from the same tea-shop regularly…and I steal regularly.    Yes. I am a kleptomaniac.  But…but believe me I don’t steal on my own will. I know you don’t find it plausible but that’s how it is.   My hand, my arm then seems to possess a will of its own. I have tried to strip myself off this but I can’t. You know i have very nice fingers…shapely and tapered.   As a child my mother used to tell me that my fingers indicated that I would grow up to be a learned man. And my grandma used to tell me… But why am I telling all this to you?   I wanted to tell you the incident whi
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