There are stories which never become a part of daily folklore. We often hear such stories from grandpas. These stories come back to us only during our darkest hours. These are the stories of heroes who never made it big, who are forgotten with the passage of time. The story of Benoy, Badal and Dinesh is one such story. Benoy Krishna Basu, Badal Gupta and Dinesh Gupta were merely teenagers when they attained martyrdom the in the finest traditions of humankind. Continue reading
Category Archives: Personal
Benoy Badal Dinesh
Say NO to FDI
I have been very disturbed lately. The only way to tackle the present economic crisis is by curbing monopoly ownerships. Amul and Hopcoms also promote organized retail. Are they corporate owned? With giants like Walmart and Tesco entering the market, I personally am very scared about our 60 crore farmers whose lives are being sold to people interested only in making money. I recently wrote an article on the issue on the NRI. Please read it for yourself and if you feel the same way like I do, get vocal against FDI.
Posted in Economy, Personal, Philosophy, Politics
Democracy, liberty, culture, literature
The oldest available copy of Chanakya’s Arthashastra, written in 4th century BC, preserved at Mysore’s Oriental Research Institute (ORI) is peeling off. This manuscript is 450 years old. There is not even a proper locker to keep it safe. Predating Machiavelli by about 1,800 years, well, Chanakya is the righteous father of political science, and this is the state of his work? About 60,000 other manuscripts at ORI have escaped two fires at the institute. The chambers are not fireproofed yet. Continue reading
Meaning of Kolaveri Di
Kolaveri means hatred, a rage to kill. This is a simple and funny heartbreak song. A song that sounds stupid at first, and then slowly, grows. The makers of the Tamil film ‘3’ have hit the right chord. They have tapped the Internet. The nature of social networks and the propensity to share things that people find interesting gives the song a wider audience.
Posted in Film, Music, Personal, Philosophy
The Listeners
“Is there anybody there?” said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grass
Of the forest’s ferny floor;
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller’s head: Continue reading
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सौरभ राय | Sourav Roy 