Profession, Passion & the story of being!

So, I came back home at long last. The first few days of me being home was spent as if I were in a daze. Everything I saw around me, my favorite city seemed to be very attractive.

Back Home!

I was thinking of how the future would be in this new-born nation of ours. Looking at the void, ruling over the dark waters of the Jamuna, I was ruminating on the immediate

After the War

I arrived in Dhaka on the 10th of January. Pakistani occupation army had surrendered after an ignominious defeat in the hands of the joint forces comprising Mukti Bahini (Liberation War Army) and...

Twenty-fifth and after!

Things were very tense through the month of March of Nineteen Seventy-one in the then East Pakistan. President Yahya Khan of Pakistan left Dhaka on the night of the third of March leaving a...

To a different Dhaka!

So, I was back home again! Though I missed Karachi, it was great to be back. Dhaka was the same. No major changes had occurred except that its citizens became politically heated.

Farewell to Karachi!

Karachi was a popular city with the young ones for a variety of reasons. First and foremost was the glitter and the glitterati of this city and the second was the vibrancy.

March 23, 2019
March 23, 2019

Profession, Passion & the story of being!

So, I came back home at long last. The first few days of me being home was spent as if I were in a daze. Everything I saw around me, my favorite city seemed to be very attractive.

February 9, 2019
February 9, 2019

Back Home!

I was thinking of how the future would be in this new-born nation of ours. Looking at the void, ruling over the dark waters of the Jamuna, I was ruminating on the immediate

December 15, 2018
December 15, 2018

After the War

I arrived in Dhaka on the 10th of January. Pakistani occupation army had surrendered after an ignominious defeat in the hands of the joint forces comprising Mukti Bahini (Liberation War Army) and...

November 3, 2018
November 3, 2018

My War (2) !

Rustom was an adolescent of about 13. He belonged to a village close to Satkhira, then a sub-division in the Khulna district. He arrived in a sub-sector camp of the Mukti Bahini in action along the...

April 28, 2018
April 28, 2018

So, here we are !

The day came and went! In fact, three of them in a row. 2018 was the golden jubilee year of the foundation of Nagorik Natya Sampradaya, the theatre group I belong to. More importantly, this is the...

March 10, 2018
March 10, 2018

My War!

I started working at the Shadhin Bangla Betar Kendra, the Radio in exile of the independent Bangladesh one fine morning. Alamgir Kabir was my superior as the Programme Organizer of the English...

January 27, 2018
January 27, 2018

Towards a new destination!

The train started rolling at around nine in the morning. We were initially busy with making ourselves comfortable.

January 13, 2018
January 13, 2018

Agartala, and travel thru The ‘Pahar' line!

Agartala's population had doubled by March 1971. Therefore, when we arrived in that town it did not seem like an Indian town. Almost everyone was speaking in our language, nay our dialect.

January 6, 2018
January 6, 2018

An extraordinary advent of winter!

Today I have to digress from my usual column on recording the events of my life and venture on to something pleasanter and more contemporary.

December 9, 2017
December 9, 2017

The border and beyond!

We were in our village for twelve days. I must confess that during those days every night had brought for us a nightmare of a possible attack by the army. Fortunately for us, the raiders were wary...