Sunday, January 3, 2010

kolkata kolkata


Park Street




Old Recrords /Gramaphone ..Free School Street









Rickshawalas at Free School Street



Taxi, Taxi



























My Home...

Tuesday, December 22, 2009





Chhoto Belar dinguli


Mone pore chhoto bela, chhuto chhuti koto khela,


Luko churi, hasha hashi


goli te shei khelnawalar bashi...


Dupurer rode ghama, brishti te bheja jama,


Shei shondhyabelar shankh,


Durga pujor dhak...


Goromer shei chhuti gulo


kothai jeno hariye gelo...


Babar ador, maier boka,


bhaier shathe carrom khela,


moner bakshe bandho chhilo


hotath keno baire elo...


jiboner ei shandhyakale,


Keno je aaj khuje berai,


dhuloi dhaka almirah te


Sukumarer--Kumro Potash,


Gangaramer biyer khobor..

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

On Assignment




Arrival at Hotel Courtyard Marriot, by Media Bus at Hua Hin,famous beach resort, 200km from Bangkok(23/10/09)


View from hotel room...overlooking the ocean


Morning sky..view from hotel





speeding across-Hua Hin




Night Bazar..Hua Hin







Night Bazar..Hua Hin







PM's interaction with media at Hilton Hote, Hua Hin (25/10/09)








Media Centre(Marriot)









Photo exhibition. Dusit Thani hotel, venue for 15th ASEAN Summit, Hua Hin

Me and Nirmal Pathak..waiting for Godot..Hua Hin


Media Marquee, Dusit Thani



Venue-15th ASEAN Summit, Hua Hin, Thailand














Sunday, September 27, 2009

shubho bijoya............

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Life, Love and Death

video

an audio visual journey....

Monday, August 10, 2009

click on the file to enlarge... (mail today, July 15, 2008)


Tuesday, July 28, 2009

My Father




Never told me how to live

He lived his life

I watched him live it

My father.

Never said, it's time to sleep.

Instead he showed me stars and

told me how to touch them.

My father

He ran the house and

told me how to run the nation.

He never held me tight, when I cried

His silence spoke in thousand voices.

He bought me toys

and then cigarettes...

My first second-hand car

we pushed togther...

I sat on his shoulders

and held up the flaming torch

when the red sun slithered down

behind the Marxist stage

He was a communist

Yet taught me how to pray

He believed in revolution

But told me not to wait for it .

My father

He did not know how to dream

He learnt to dream through us.