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It wouldn't be too late in the night for bachelors like us, a couple of who were forced ones with their families living in Bengal, enjoy a good session of gossips in Bangla, the mother tongue! Amongst the handful few, a few enthusiastic Bengalis would pool in after the day's work in the hills of West Sikkim. A few was the count of Bengalis in that place and fewer the ones who would dare to participate in a jamming adda session. I used to stay in Tikjuk, a place between Gyalshing (Gayzing) and Pelling where government quarters are located and would come down to join them occasionally. The adda would usually unfold at the manager's residence of a bank in Gyalshing, sometimes to be joined by the branch manager of another bank who was posted in Pelling. There were no core banking solutions and the bankers used to break their necks with heavy lenses on the bridge of their noses poring over big fat registers called ledgers by different names. Information technology was a ...

Impunity is the perfect word today perhaps to forge ahead with wrongdoings in this country of Mahatmas. Every facet of life has become traffic to immoral acts that we may agree or disagree to. It's not that surprising when such news of fraudulent acts come to our knowledge. Comical it is that the laws of the land is for the law abiding. For those who flout the law continue to do so with impunity. Huge profiteering in mind to get rich quick kill our morale of virtuously existing on this land that cherishes Satyameva Jayate . Virtues are to be shown off on the foreground and in the backdrop, a criminal mindset takes over the centre-stage. Nobility of professions, be it service to mankind or those above the gentry, has seen a huge degradation in the recent times. Citizens are fooled in the name of higher degree of services for better profiteering motives. They are the merchants of fraud! Fraudulent  methodologies are becoming handy tools to poke gullible citizens into cons...

Concept and Assistance: Saptarshi Mazumder(Kajo) my Boloo 4th of June 2015 was my day! That's what I told myself when I heard that the parents had to leave home and station to attend a sick aunt who stayed in another town. She was close to us and upon learning about her sickness, they decided on the visit; now that I was a grown up kid and could manage for a day or two at most! Rigorous counseling followed. My mother arranged all tasks that wouldn't bother me handle the daily chores for a couple of days. The food was cooked and neatly placed in different containers in the refrigerator so I only had to take them out and warm them before eating. She ensured that everything was in place. My father took out the family car and bade me farewell, with strict orders not to open the door to unknown persons at all and go out if at all necessary ensuring that I had the keys to open the locks first, lock the door and the iron grill in front of it. Left all to myself, I switched ...

Thus spake Swamiji: We are for ever trying to make our weakness look like strength, our sentiment like love, our cowardice like courage, and so on. Sayings and Utterances. Complete Works, 5. 417. India as a Sporting Nation saw only 2 (two) medals in her kitty at the recently concluded Olympic games at Rio de Janeiro. But how sporting we are remains a big question. We've been taking the criticisms and admirations as the same side of the coin sparing the other side with enough space for some solution to the problems that we ourselves are unaware! It's perhaps a well acknowledged fact that we don't always see problems from an expert's point of view and, being a nation infested with jugaad initiatives don't heed to a layman's outlook that gives an alternate solution. Stories like these need to be shared in order to delete hopelessness, negativism from our collective mindset. Two (too) less for comfort: The dismal show at Rio causelists all that’s ...

Detox , a short form or hip word for detoxification, basically refers to cleaning the blood that flows in our body. This is done by removing impurities from the blood in the liver, where toxins are processed for elimination. The body also eliminates toxins through the kidneys, intestines, lungs, lymph and skin. It is when this system is compromised, impurities aren't properly filtered and, every cell in the body is adversely affected that in turn affects the entire machinery. We are hounded by sickness. More the so, it's not easy on the pocket. This write-up is to kindle another form of detox that we need to imbibe in our lives. But then, for most of us, it's difficult or rather ignorant of the impelling idea to know if one need to detoxify at all. Today, with more toxins in the environment than ever, " it's critical to detox ," says Linda Page, N.D., Ph.D., the author of Detoxification. But then, apart from physical detoxification of the huma...

Tolerance of the Intolerant Please note that this post isn't anything on lecturing anyone on the subject matter. Some thoughts poured in that I penned here: Got this nice poem on WHATSAPP from a friend: If you criticize me, it's your freedom of speech If I criticize you, it's my Intolerance. If you judge me, you are Enlightened If I judge you, I am Prejudiced. If you question my faith, then you are Secular If I question your faith, then I am Communal. If you defend yourself, it's because you are a Victim If I defend myself, it's because I am violent. If you pen your thoughts, it's Revolutionary If I pen my thoughts, it's Provocation If you march, it's a Protest If I march, it's a Mob If you lodge a complaint, you r following the Course of Law If I lodge a complaint, I am Misusing the Law Now one has to identify who is I and who is you... In the spate of usage of the word intolerance, at every nook and corner of space where intellectua...

A Moral Story on Project Management Once there lived a pious and mighty king by the name of Shuraamaditya. Ghughubasha was his kingdom where his subjects lived happy and creative. Beautiful and innovative things of his times adorned every nook and corner of his kingdom. He was envy of other kings who would love to plunder and get rich, heavily tax the countrymen so that they were always debt-ridden, sick and impoverished beyond recovery. Anyone who knew Shuraamaditya and his lovely kingdom would devise plans to destabilise Ghughubasha. But then, Shuraamaditya had his own ways to effectively control and role out good governance. One day, he was so unhappy and bored by praises showered on him that a pall of gloom descended on him. His jester couldn't cheer him up! His musician failed to string the best note to liven him up! It was then that his principal secretary sprung with a great idea that failed everyone's imagination. “Saheb Maharaj”, said he, “why not call our ...