It was the Kolkata of the eighties. We went to watch an Amitabh Bachchan film on a crowded Sunday and ended up buying tickets at a premium. The well-behaved seller...
He goes to bed each night hoping for a better tomorrow, but lost bliss is like a plucked flower. He had a house where joy lived in the shape of...
A brilliant university mate of mine has become a monk. He was very wealthy, but that wasn’t enough to hold him back. He donated most of his wealth to the...
It used to be such a pleasure when the wind blew. When it blew through thousands of its leaves and dozens of its branches. Its tip was often seen brushing...
The rage took off in the angry eyes of the man, sped through his face in scary doses, to land on his lips. A torrent of embarrassing expletives followed and...
Subrata Das — jettisoned by a world that’s never tired of touting social uplift as its mother motive and the cornerstone of a balanced universe — sleeps under a clear...
Life, for him, was like a green courtesan walking by and in the process leaving behind a waft — bordering on the amorous — which lingers on for weeks. And...
Everything goes up in smoke when the oven is cold. Let’s speak to a fellow human being, who doesn’t have the means to light the oven, and he will make...
When one has to wait for an hour for the bus to arrive, when one has to join a kilometre-long line to get the car refuelled, when one has to...
Agreed, the fabric of sorry isn’t curative in character, but the word is invaluable because it is an unquestionable darn. True, sorry can’t undo losses, but it can make them...
Shaadaab S. Bakht, who worked for famous Indian dailies The Telegraph, The Pioneer, The Sentinel and wrote political commentaries for Tehelka.com, is Gulf Today’s Executive Editor.