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Burntout Memories: Life of a Hipster
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. Life of a Hipster. You have excessive facial hair, a scruffy unshaven look, enough to make any Bangali mother cringe in disgust. You believe it makes you look more serious. Even if that’s not it, you like it anyway. The ‘Original Hipster’ was the jhola-carrying, kurta-wearing intellectual. And a fashionable goatee, for him! You don’t wear Converse anymore because everyone wears it. You find other vintage shoes. You carry an analog or vintage Polaroid camera. You collect LP ...
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Burntout Memories: May 2015
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. Caught Between Eternity and History. In an iron boat. Loaded with stones,. A bundle of poison on his head,. He wants to cross over. Life of a Hipster. You have excessive facial hair, a scruffy unshaven look, enough to make any Bangali mother cringe in disgust. You believe it makes you look more serious. Even if that’s not it, you like it anyway. The ‘Original Hipster’ was the jhola-carrying, kurta-wearing intellectual. And a fashionable goatee, for him! You probably puff a ciga...
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Burntout Memories: October 2013
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. Homesick, Maa Aschen etc. The azure sky of the slow evening of the ‘ Gujjuland. To my ears and dawns a sudden realization in me, Durga Puja is right in the corner. The changing colour of the autumn sun in the far away skyline subtly touched my chord of nostalgia, taking me back to my ancestral home in South Kolkata, the smell of Sheuli. At the back of our Uthon. The taste of luchi, alur dum, khichuri bhog. Taking a leaf out of our Indian Government’s Ostrichian principle ...
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Burntout Memories: August 2012
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. And it turned BLUE! Sometimes the world turns stand still. It doesn't move an inch no matter how much you try hard! The emotions get replaced with a void - heavy with humdrum air and few of your past snap shots! Don't need a bandage,. There's too much blood,. After a while, seems to roll right off. And then you meet her! Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, i...I cou...
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Burntout Memories: March 2015
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. The funny bone of Indian Politics. For a country where everyone takes politics very seriously and in the rural areas where many aspire to be a politician, it is surprising to find Indians laughing their way to the elections. Thanks to the new age satirists, a generous dose of political humour doing rounds in every nook and corner of the tech world using rhetorical campaigns. Gone are the days when Jawaharlal Nehru who had a great sense of humour, once told cartoonist Shankar, "...
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Burntout Memories: March 2012
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. We connect specific people to special images in our mind frames. The very thought of a particular person is related to his image in our intellect. The face, the smell, the sensation of that particular touch, the voice of that someone remains etched in our minds. And memory has no age; it does not grow older with years and the passage of time does not leave a wrinkle on its visage! Can you see the light there? Light dims, music fades and returns…. Fiery, passionate you, with tha...
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Burntout Memories: February 2015
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. No more Children's Day. 8220;A nine year old boy, Sagar, is sacrificed, to Goddess Kali, by his superstitious grandfather on Diwali night. The old man had hoped that the ritual would ensure the safe return of his missing son. While the whole country was celebrating the ‘Festival of Lights’, the light is snuffed out of young Sagar’s life forever.” - The Telegraph. This is how children’s day is celebrated! Every 14th November we celebrate Children’s Day with great fanfare a...
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Burntout Memories: Kolkata Kaleidoscope
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. In the modern day of urbanization, most of the modern cities in India love to call themselves cosmopolitan and not just mere cities thriving around the periphery of an Indian state. Tell someone who lives in Mumbai that he lives in a Maharastrian city; he will immediately correct you as being a cosmopolitan. The same goes with people living in other parts of the country. This gives ‘the city of joy’ uniqueness and it is not meant for everyone. You want your city...Calcutta grow...
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Burntout Memories: March 2013
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. When my JOB ditched me. The day when my office colleagues were thanking God for making it a Friday, I wished THAT day should had never come. As we were about to finish the day's work, the two top honchos came to my office and declared I am redundant for the company. It took me two more minutes to digest the whole idea and put a very, very fake smile to say, “That’s alright! This was the time I needed the money the most! What should I do? There has never been a second, where I h...
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Burntout Memories: Homesick, Maa Aschen etc.
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The Unwarranted Dreams of. Homesick, Maa Aschen etc. The azure sky of the slow evening of the ‘ Gujjuland. To my ears and dawns a sudden realization in me, Durga Puja is right in the corner. The changing colour of the autumn sun in the far away skyline subtly touched my chord of nostalgia, taking me back to my ancestral home in South Kolkata, the smell of Sheuli. At the back of our Uthon. The taste of luchi, alur dum, khichuri bhog. Taking a leaf out of our Indian Government’s Ostrichian principle ...
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