Living in and out of this body I always wondered What makes a house a home...
A blind man studying at the prestigious Massachusetts Institute of Technology? Is that even possible? Yes! If you and only you are willing!
By the time I reached home, social media was replete with, “Averee is no more.”
CREDO I am; we are A million miles or more from our nearest star. We absorb us, I absolve me, Profligate in our insensitivity. One
The transition from revelry to repentance marks a profound shift in the Christian calendar, encapsulated in the dynamic interplay between Carnival and Lent.
Holi means a riot of colours. One cannot imagine Holi without colours. Yet, my photographs are devoid of external colours. Why? Because it is the
Shashi Kapoor was born as Balbir Raj Kapoor to Prithviraj Kapoor and his wife in the then Calcutta, of British India, on 18 March 1938.
Ranen Ayan Dutt, an eminent painter and illustrator, who had paintings, murals, graphics and architecture to his credit, breathed his last on 3.3.24, Sunday, night.
K. G. Subramanyan’s was a multifaceted creativity; he was a painter, muralist, sculptor, designer, writer, poet, philosopher, art thinker and educationist, and by his own
Udhas spoke about his fascination with Omar Khayyam, the 11th century Persian poet, and how he roped in two scholars Zameer Qazmi and Irteza Nishat
Interestingly, of the nine, six are the Bengal Masters. Yet, like a Picasso, or a Van Gogh, why are these Masters remain relatively unknown internationally,
We knew each other well from the time I headed All India Radio and Doordarshan, as CEO, Prasar Bharati. I was his great admirer. During
I vehemently argued that no other paste should enter our house except for Binaca. The sole reason was my affinity towards Binaca Geetmala on the
Loosely based on the 1987 novel ‘Strangers’ by Taichi Yamada, the film ‘All of Us Strangers’, written and directed by Andrew Haigh, is a fantasy
It is love that takes centrestage on 14 February, Valentine’s Day. Though the day’s romantic associations have evolved over centuries, the 14th century English poet
The Shigmo festival comes to our village bringing with it thronging crowds. Drums beat men dance bodies smeared with coloured powders. But best of all
