Rivertalk: the Way Women Touch me

I'm going to continue talking about the women in my life. On this post, I'm going to talk about the way women touch me...have touched...

In Search of Gold…and Lost Forever

I'm using my blog space now to publish a Bengali story I recently translated. This is important for me as a first-generation immigrant because...

To One Who Has Been Long In Pity Tent…

"To one who has been long in City Pent..." Obviously, I'm stealing from Keats. Obviously, it's a bad steal. Tonight is Diwali night. For those who...

Ever Lived on Two Sides of Globe…Exactly at the Same Time?

Have you ever lived on two opposite sides of globe...exactly at the same time? I have. In fact, I have been living that way...

Meet Your Own Renaissance Man

Ahem. Announcement. Loudspeaker. Drumroll. Would you please meet your own Renaissance Man? Would you please consider standing up and greet your one and only Renaissance...

The Return of the Mammoth

I have a confession to make. I'm not doing very well these days. My cliche-like "metaphor" (one that everybody got tired with by now) is that...

In Music and Melancholy

 -One- This is about the often-strange state of my mind, I presume. But it's about music. It's about my daily meditation, my Bhakti Yoga, my...

Durga Puja and the Poor, Naked, Hungry, Sick Girl

Photo: author. "Mystical Poet" Tagore wrote his non-mystical Bengali verse a hundred years ago: “আনন্দময়ীর আগমনে আনন্দে গিয়েছে দেশ ছেয়ে হেরো ওই ধনীর দুয়ারে দাঁড়াইয়া কাঙালিনী মেয়ে বাজিতেছে...

Our American Durga Puja

-2- This evening, my family and I came back from another community Durga Puja organized by a Bengali-Indian organization in New York. Once again, just like...

Durga Puja? That’s Great! What is It?

-1- So, a couple of days ago, I had a chat with my friends and colleagues here in New York. It went something like this. Me:...

My Tagore, My Spirituality

This is a departure from my normal blog routine. Here I write about Tagore music that is my inspiration, my spirituality, my healer. I...

The Way Women Touch Me…It’s Flowertalk

We had foretalk already. It's now Flowertalk. ...just think about it!     Could it be that I needed to construct the whole structure by deconstructing my prose...

The Way Women Touch Me…It’s Foretalk

I can actually smile! I could've titled it My Personal Women's Studies Program. Or, perhaps, romantically, The Women I Loved. Yes, here's a more exciting...

Troy Davis and Life’s Fleeting Emotions

Troy Davis is now dead. In my layman's language, the mighty, glorified American justice system refused to revoke his death penalty, and last night around eleven,...

Stories Not Translated

How many people read translations? How many people care about translation as an art form? How many people can do even a relatively good translation...

Do I Look Like Saddam Hussain?

Scares 2 and 3 I never thought I looked either like Saddam Hussain or Osama Bin Laden. In fact, some of the people I like a...

This is Laughing Matter 2. Or is it?

-Laugh 2- Or, you don't. It's your choice. I'm going to tell you three of my own, honest-to-God, real-life, personal, New York City stories of live-together...

Dignity…Sphignity…Don’t Make Me Laugh, Man!

-Laugh One- Bull...show me the body count, and I'll buy it. "A woman who is Jewish and of Arab descent alleges that she along with two...

The Non-Lessons of Nine-Eleven

The Non-Lessons of Nine-Eleven.