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A BEDTIME STORY FOR A 16 YEAR OLD…….(1)

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It was bedtime again in our south behala apartment overlooking a grey neighbourhood ….blinds drawn, the tubelights switched off, and all the locks securely fastened and keys placed under mom’s pillows. The only dim glow was that which emanated from the pc screen in the living room where my father was working and intermittently grumbling [...]

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New Kid on the Blog!

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Hello! I am the newest member on the Bongbuzz Blog. So, I thought it was only fair that I started with an introduction of myself! Now, although we all have been doing this since we were in class I, or even earlier, in some cases, I still find it an intimidating task to go about [...]

একটি ক্যাম্পাস প্রেমের করুণ কাহিনী

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ক্যান্টিন থেকে বেরিয়ে ঝাঁকড়া গাছটার নীচে দাঁড়িয়েছিলাম সবে……পকেট থেকে সিগারেট টা বার করে জালিয়েছি যেই অমনি দেখি সামনে……….না না যমদূত নয়……. সাক্ষাত্‍ যম নিজেই…….pediatricsএর hod স্যার……..হুলোবেড়ালের মত জুল্জুলে চোখে তাকিয়ে আছেন। সিগারেট টা ফেলে দিয়ে একটা দেঁতো হাসি হাসলাম……বাবার ছোটবেলার বন্ধু বলে কথা…..মনেমনে যাই গালাগাল দিই না কেন……উপরে উপরে নৈব নৈব চ……….. “এদিকে আয়”……বজ্রনির্ঘোষ……. “তোর [...]

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Spurious Accomplish-ments

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The language politics has no longer attempted to keep its adulterous nature under hood and come out with it in the open all undisguised and not at all embarrassed.

162, Kalighat Road – III

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Abhijit came home from school mid-day and announced he was never going back. No ammount of coaxing would make him spill out why. “Amaye marte marte merey phelo, tao ami school jabona,” he cried out defiantly. The volunteers at the NGO tried to teach him for a few months but he kept running away to [...]

162, Kalighat Road – II

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“Night come tenderly, Black like me.” ~Langston Hughes I teach two of Maya Di’s sons and on that account she struck up a conversation with me. She’s worried that her younger sons will turn out to be like her eldest- he is in jail for stabbing a man who refused to pay his mother for [...]

162, Kalighat Road

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“Ei dikey line lagiye chutchhey, kintu ekta make-up kinbena, chirunio kinbena…” It was said so casually, by a pimp about a whore. When you think about it, it makes sense, fits in with the mileu. But it just totally held me by my shoulders and rattled me. For the first time I realised that “chut” [...]

Ali

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I don’t usually talk about Ali, except for to say, “Oh, I used to know a guy who went to the Delhi British School,” or “Your name is Mohammad too?” His name was Mohammad- Mohammad Saqawat Akhtar. “It’s a very rare name,” he had said. But Jahaan kept calling him “Abdullah,” I don’t know why. [...]

Mini Matters

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The human body is compressible, and although lacking all sense of biology, the mini-bus conductors are well aware of this fact. So between 9 to 11 in the morning a hundred such human bodies are compressed into the 12 inch by 20 inch tin boxes. The technique is to pile the bodies towards the back [...]

Kal Baishakhi

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The only event in the Kolkata weather is the monsoon. It comes fully equipped with smoke and dust and dead, dried leaves. The dust enters your hair and your nose and you run indoors from the storm. The grey nimbus clouds are like poison- dark and cool. These are not the white cotton clouds you [...]

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