The mind, our neural suitcase, is mysterious and layered. It holds within it passing thoughts and quiet observations. It shelters life’s questions, contradictions, and fragments of wonder. In its silent depths, understanding shimmers, memories breathe, and wars won.
Our stories, however simple, are, after all, our stories. We like to share our hopes and sorrows with others. We often forget what happened yesterday but can recall the exact details of what happened 50 years ago. Sometimes, our forgetfulness is deliberate. We often ‘edit’ or ‘rewrite’ our memory, unknowingly or unconsciously. Our memories are a collage of the old and the new. Our memories are fragile. The only way to freeze a memory is
Hope, mind and the spirit of man work when nothing works. When one doesn’t know what to do with his time, one does many things. One thinks of having an unknown companion. An unknown companion doesn’t flood you with what he knows. But you have the freedom to flood him with whatever you deem fit. You can write to him on ‘whenever-whatever’ basis. You can write to him in the true spirit of writing. You can write to him in a gloomy night to
In this collection of essays, the author traces trails of footprints from the edge of today to the precinct of yesterday. The essays are about the author's journey in the academic and professional world of engineering, as Professor, Researcher and S&T administrator. It is about SOUL, School of Upna Life, a school where knowledge is not a burden, learning is not dictation, and incoherence is heard. It is about a school where mirrors can turn into windows.
The Rising Sun My grandparents shifted from Ichapur to Kanpur when they were in their thirties. The reason for this relocation was my grandfather’s transfer to the ordnance factory. My father was born and grew up at Kanpur. I am told Baba was among the brightest students in his school Read More...
We often see a thing and feign to have not seen it. This is common phenomenon. We often pretend to have seen a thing even when we have not seen it. This is also a common phenomenon. God, no one has seen, some pretend to have seen, while some assume to have seen. For some god is equal to zero and fo Read More...
बूढ़ी सोच मैंने चाची से पूछा कैसी हो पचासी की है बोली अच्छी हूं तुम्हारे चाचा के जाने के बाद अकेली हो गई हूं को Read More...
हम दो हमारे दो हम दो हमारे दो हम चार रहते थे एक फुटपाथ पर हर रोज़ डंडा खाकर भी चारो रोज़ लाते थे साथ खाते थे बचा ख Read More...
Once the storm is over Purnendu Ghosh Once the storm is over there will be fallen trees among the dense leaves. There will be silence. There will be struggle. There will be urgency. Once the storm is over struggle, urgency, silence all will become one. Storm is not for one. Stru Read More...