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Hereafter the Bitterness

Prasanta Chakravarty_____________________ It is quite agonizing when one fails to find a close enough word or phrase to convey certain words in the English language. In Bangla, once such cluster...

Then Will Come Envy

Viren Dangwal   Defining the poet of our times, Nazim Hikmet once remarked: “The real poet is not engaged in his love, his happiness or pain. In such poet’s poems his people’s pulse must beat...

Infernal Encounters: Streets and Interpretation in Mrinal Sen’s Calcutta Trilogy

Somak Mukherjee   In the middle of 1971, when the city of Calcutta according to official figures were witnessing about 200 political killings a month, Mrinal Sen released Interview in some of the...

Quite A Few Struggles Remain Local

  Vyomesh Shukla  (for Pranay Krishna) ————————————— A statement about a place means reaching that place. Only they...

The Letter Box

  ———————————– Your first year’s first publication, dated January 1, 2013 has recently reached me here at Cell No. 10...

About A Song: The Use And Abuse Of ‘Shopno Dekhbo

     Moushumi Bhowmik On 27 August I was at a workshop on copyright and the traditional arts at the West Bengal National University of Juridical Sciences (NUJS) on our E.M.Bypass. They...

The Crossover Is In The Mind

  Prasanta Chakravarty   The Filter People are mostly helpless, mostly tangled and messy. Irresponsible with our lives. With others’ lives too. We repeatedly falter. This, our human condition...

A Horseradish Is No Sweeter Than A Radish

Anna Politkovskaya Selections from A Russian Diary. Time covered here: 2003-2004   *** December 8 Early in the morning, political analysts assembled on the Free Speech program to discuss the...

Nostalgia For The Light: The FTII Fiasco And A Cinema

Parichay Patra   With the appointment of an obscure actor as the director of the most prestigious film school in India, an outrage engulfs social media and the said school erupts into a protest...

Champak, Certified

Shubham Shree   Comrade I   right through the evening, samosas wolfed pakoras, bread rolls gobbled a million cups of tea guzzled marking time for those mess bells at the age of 28, measuring...

Notes From The Underground

  Avishek Parui    Picture a train leaving an underground station. Neither the name of the station nor the destination of the train should be important. Names and destinations rarely matter. You...

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