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 Today is the birth anniversary of this great Bengal renaissance poet Modhusudhan Dutta and the father of Bengali modern poetry. Michel Modhusudan Dutta(1824-1873) and his immortal  book of poetry  'Meghnadbadh'  (1861) are always breathed  together .Retelling the epic through a modern ballad and is one of the renaissance tradition challenging the myth and  a section of the poem we are reading in school text book for generations. Meghnad was a tragic hero in Ramayana. He was slayed by Lakshmana brutally, while he was worshiping Goddess Nikumvilā, in the royal temple of Lanka, because of betrayal by Vibhishana, who was an uncle of Meghnad. Meghnad asked Lakshmana not to fight with an unarmed person, rebuking him as a coward; but Lakshmana did not hear him. This unfortunate hero twice endangered Rama as well as Lakshmana but could not survive himself in this unfair battle. This is the central theme of this epic. Meghnad was a patriot, a loving husband, a caring son and a friend t

https://youtu.be/TlSD2OAbnfQ Come Durga Pujo, Dhaki cannot be far behind. The Dhakis are so intermingled with the blood and sweat of Dugga Pujo craving race, it is often difficult to separate them and keep our focus on DHAK and  DHAKI alone. Here is a rare piece in the domain of DHAKIs, written by late Durga Bhattacharya. Whether it rains or not,will never miss the sound of DHAK, even if one hesitant to go for pandal hopping  in the pandemic. https://youtu.be/TlSD2OAbnfQ #DHAK #Durga #DHAKI #Bengal

  Ma Durga Calling When the first beats of Drum “ Dhanng… Kur… Kur… Dhang” hits the Indian TV network announcing the arrival of season of Durga puja, a sudden pain spread through my chest – a loss that I cannot recoup. Why do I love to live in my not-so- happy past. Am I, a slave of nostalgia I think there are millions like me who live a life out of memories. But I am grieving more that I cannot walk through these events again in this life – there is only one road that heads north.   Anyway, when I first heard the typical drummer’s beats today, I took a journey into the first date of mine with Goddess Durga and her family. It was a time when I just joined my Kindergarden school and was trying hard to pick up “ A for Apple and B for Bakwass”. Mid sixties   A street named  Shukias Street  in northern part of Calcutta had one Srimani’s house – the ancestral city joint for British time Babus who used to entertain the  Firengis  with dance shows and dramas. The British charm is long

  After staying years away from the home, sometimes you feel the pain that you wish you could give the whole life for the welfare of the society. Banglar janya mon kemon kore. gram banglar roop ta jhakan maner aanginai bhase, mone hai ken jiban ta gramer dhulo makaha rastai katea deeina?( My mind yearns for Bengal, when the beauty of rural bengal flashes in my mind, I ask my mind why not spend the rest of my life on the dusty roads of Bangla! Jiban ta paisar aar sonsarer jatakole aaman bhabhe phasa, iicha thakleo durbal maner manusher pichutan ta boro bhoi paiee dei.( My life is so miserably chained in the wheel of  family and money, even if I wish I get frightened by my weaker mind pulling me back. That day I decided I would like to get engaged  with any hard working anonymous NGO who serve a small section of the Bengal hinterland without political affiliation and bias. I know of many heroes of Bengal, many unsung heroes of Bengal who have had selflessly untiringly serving for