If you thought that the good old bangali adda would only be complete in a roadside tea stall, think again. You can’t possibly walk past Wise Owl and not feel the urge to be a part of its ambient bonhomie
The first thing that anyone visiting Puducherry should do is to dawdle down to the beach. But then the place has its own identity, carefully protected by its past…and perhaps the only place in India where a political or spiritual message written in Tamil, Telugu and French nestle next to each other.
Kolkata is vivid as much in images as in real life. Much of what we see in the city everyday could be a photographer’s delight as she captures the moment in her lenses. Here is a collection of 5 incredible moments…that perhaps only Kolkata can offer.
Rape is a hate crime, and hate crimes are gender neutral. The law as represented by the blindfolded goddess of justice cannot and must not differentiate between one kind of hate crimes from another.
India is passing through a long winter of social injustice. For some who are upwardly-mobile, life may seem easy. But the reality is grim. For many who are not fortunate it is not enough that life is really not easy, the pain is that it persists. For how long?
Google is much bigger than what many of us, the ordinary Internet folks, can imagine. The video that you get to see in this article is made in 2010 spring, but it puts in place the enormity of Google’s hunger world over.
Today is the dawn in Bengal’s history. It’s not a new dawn since 34 years of misrule is too long a time in the people’s memory to think of a new dawn. Several generations have passed since and frankly, very few among today’s youth have the faintest idea of what it means to breathe the fresh air, and blossom into one’s full capability.
Diwali which marks the return of Ram from his fourteen years in exile in the present time means so much more than just his return. The multifarious activities that revolve around it would have been beyond ram’s power to comprehend.
She would try twisting her lips and yearn to hear them in her own voice. But, no miracles ever happened. In dismay, she would remain alone in the silence of her room. She would sit on her large upholstered beige sofa and stare out of the glass paned window.
As I said in the beginning, let not the picture deceive you. There is much more colored divergence than convergence in Indian politics than you imagine.