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Kolkata on postcard Kolkata Postcards photographs by Nemai Ghosh published by Starmark True to its title, the City of Joy as coined by the French author Dominique Lapierre, knows how to celebrate every victory, every win, even daily life. All my years in this city, it has taught me to LLC (Love, Live and Care).  There was a time when I wanted to leave. All my friends used to keep complaining about the faults of this city and they still do. Giving the idea that all this city did was to make you knock door for work and yet no opportunity came knocking on the door. I was influenced and I also wanted to leave.  On such an odd tiring day, after coming back home, my grandfather called me in his study. As I entered, the whole room was spread with the prints of photographs of his City taken by him. As I carefully positioned my stepping through the room, I fell in love with his City. So much known yet so unknown.  Later his idea got transformed into the 'Kolkata' Coffee Table Book...

Dear Me, I hope you are doing well! I know you have made through it! I wonder what the world is around you now! Maybe you are in a different city, in a different country! Hopefully, not in a different world! I surely can't be living upto the time when they finally make Mars possible for civilization! Well, wherever you are, however you are, I hope you are doing well! I know you have these sudden fits of sadness that wrap you and you don't feel like going further anymore. I know how you feel and for your those times, I am writing to you. You read this and remember what you have gone through and how far you have come. You have never given up before and you can't give up now! Do you remember, the nights you have spent planning your future! Filled pages in your diary with the things you wanted from yourself, from your life. Do you remember, you always wanted to give your loved ones a better life. You have given up on so many dreams and chosen the dreams that were more ...

I am terrified. I don't know what will happen. Every decision of mine depends on the result that will be declared this weekend. The twenty fifth of February twenty seventeen will decide a lot of major things for me. I wont say it will decide my fate or destiny but it will surely show me how I am faring in whatever I want to do or should I just restart again. I hope the effort made last year will bear fruits this weekend. If I succeed I would know that my strategy was right and if I do not succeed then I still have to learn a lot more. Ha! All that is nice to write but the reality is something else! I can't think of failure. It brings the shivers in me. Its worse than experiencing ghosts! Its like falling from a never ending cliff without any parachutes and you don't know when you are going to hit the ground. If failure was a person I can't face him. I am so intimidated by him! I'd run from him the first chance I get. I have escaped and detoured from all th...

Almost after a year I am posting this piece. Though I kept visiting my blog and have wrote many articles which are lying in the draft section of this site, I didn't find them appropriate to be posted. Why? Because I thought I didn't write good enough and may be I still don't. They lacked something. I re-read my previous posts and found them to kid-ish and childlike. Like writing of an immature person. All soaked up in the sorrow of a broken heart. So, I thought many times of removing my blog site. Many times I almost did it but stopped at the final process of doing it. Why? Because what I wrote years ago was true at the time when I was writing them. It helped shaping me. It helped coping with the kind of psychological turmoil that I was going through and I am sure  everybody goes through during that time ( that's what teenage life is all about!) . So it was the truth of the time. Yes, maybe its immature and childlike and stupid but all the posts meant something ...