The second incident was in Paris. When I accompanied Bade Ustad to Paris for the first time, I expressed my wish to visit the Eiffel Tower. Somehow or the other, he didn’t let me go. When for the next time I went with him there, again I was not let go visit it. Once again this was repeated for the third time when Ustad didn’t let me go to visit the Eiffel Tower.
PANDIT UDAY BHAWALKAR…in dialogue with…SUBHADRAKALYAN (Reading Time: Approx 10 min) CHILDHOOD Meeting Pandit Uday Bhawalkar has always been a great experience for me for the past seventeen years of my life. Uday Dada, that’s exactly what I call him, remains Read more
“Creativity takes courage” – Henri Matisse (Reading Time: 26 min Approx) It takes a lot of courage to go against your family to pursue your dreams. He left his house with 10 rupees in his pocket and enormous courage in Read more
(Reading Time: 20 min Approx) 2020 is on! After Marty (back to the Future II) has returned home post a trip to the future (2015), we have moved five years ahead. Let’s talk some High-Tech Futuristic Stuff then. If you Read more
– Reading Time: 3 min Approx Priyanka’s Creation is an organization established on 20th January, 2018. Their vision is to spread the art and culture of Bengal. We make handmade jewellery, wall hangings, nameplates, posters, decorative items, painting on guitars, Read more
Anthelion School of Art organised their second Annual exhibition, ‘The Strokes’ from 10th to 12th January 2020 at the famous Jamini Roy Gallery, ICCR, Kolkata. The exhibition ran for 3 consecutive days and can predominantly proclaim itself as a huge success for its over 44 students who took part in this exhibition with their vibrant and exquisite artworks.
This article is based on few of the stories of the ghostly spots of the city of joy. It’s up to my dear readers whether they would like to quest these places at your own risk. And nowadays Ghost walks are also happening with much fanfare in the city, interested people may like to book a rendezvous with the city ghosts in one of the holinights.
It’s been 2 years now, after the car accident but Sunetra looked at her shelf full of trophies and murmured to herself- “I still dance like a peacock Guruji, maybe in my dreams, but I still do. And I’m going to re-discover Dance – in its unique original art form, as is experienced in its true home, all over India.”