Truly Saptarshi

Yes! We do exist and we are as or even more Bengali than people of Kolkata. At the very beginning of this post, let me make one thing very clear, Kolkata is a city and not a state. The state is West Bengal or preferably Bengal. There are many other cities in Bengal and some of them are very far from Kolkata. All Bengalis do not stay in Kolkata and do not need to either. I may sound very stupid but trust me, how some people seems to believe is that the state is called Kolkata. Recently when I had been to Bengaluru and people asked me where am I from and I used to say Durgapur and their reaction would be like, 'O! Its in Kolkata?'. Very similar would be if someone hears me speaking Bangla somewhere outside Bengal and they would be like, 'O! You are from Kolkata?' Come on folks, grow up! Every Marathi is not from Mumbai and every Kannadi is not from Bengaluru. There can be two sides to this issue, one is that simply people are too ignorant to understand basi

I have always maintained that my nation needs men and women who support feminism but situations come such that it drastically changes the outlook towards things and from time to time I find that its hard to be a man in a men's world where women are both feminist and always eager to take all the not so feminist advantages in the name of feminism. Its just another incident that happened a few days back at a workplace where a few boys and girls had gone for training and it was their last day at the place, so everyone were to be marked by their respective mentors. And as the feedback came in, surprisingly (or not so surprisingly) a boy who had done his project seriously  was sitting all sad and on the other hand the girl who made a honeymoon out of her training period was all happy and rejoicing... why? Because she has scored full marks, and the boy scored lower than her, losing all faith in hard work. But, this is injustice... isn't it? Of course not! How dare the boy a

Amidst all our near and dear ones, we often find people ‘loving’ a person because they find him/her to be docile, one who can be ‘tamed’ easily and usually doesn’t shout out to proclaim his/her existence. The person usually does not force his/her opinion on others and agrees to people’s opinion easily. These people are very ‘sweet’; you may even get diabetes I tell you. However, one fine day that person feels very insecure or gathers little confidence to face the world and thinks that why not try to put forward his/her opinions. The person tries to live life on own terms, thinking and doing things that will make him/her happy and contended. The person feels very confident that since people love him/her so much, opinions will be accepted by the ‘dear ones’ easily but suddenly something happens that he/she never expected. People suddenly start saying that they do not connect with the person anymore. Whenever they put up their views either they try to shun the person or just t

We are the only creatures who segregate each  other on basis of gender, language, religion, region, skin color, sexuality and everything else and still proclaiming to be together in a world of similar looking creatures.  Whenever we think like this should have been like that or this person will react like this to that situation, it has most of the time been something very different. Being judgmental about human beings has always ended up being erratic. Generalizing is human nature but somehow we all feel we are out of the box. Then what does the box comprise of? The summer makes us sad, the rains make us gloomy and the winter makes us lazy. What else are we left with to feel good? We crave for love and then feel claustrophobic if someone starts being too loving and possessive, We crave for food and end up with stomach upset when given too much. We crave for laugh and end up choking ourselves with too much of it. We love to talk and end up ignoring talkative people. We neve