In the age of @ and gibrish SMSes the telegram has suffered a silent death. The new generation did not know about telegram. “What’s that,” asked my 11 year old son Joy looking straight into my eyes. I avoided the direct contact because I myself has not seen telegram in last two decades or so.
Our club Bondhu Mahal organised Bhandara (community feast) during Bada Mangal on May 28. The occasion helped me to know different facets of human life in the light of blood donation camp we had organized earlier. It was indeed a good learning curve for me. To start with we were not sure about organizing Bada
“Baba, when will I get my new bicycle”, was the innocent query of my 11-year old son Joy , who for the last many days was asking for bicycle. I also knew he needs one, but I was avoiding it because I thought he was still small for full size bicycle. “My friends now come
It was raining steadily. The rain drops were hitting the hard flooring and breaking into small bubbles, which formed a stream that melted into the drain water. The water, which was a second ago crystal clear turned into muddy brown water within no time. This metamorphosis was quick. Again the rain drops … splatters the
One 38 years old Head Constable collapsed and died on the field track while running for promotion in Uttar Pradesh. He was among over 3000 policemen who were competing to run 10 km in 75 minutes – a clause mandatory for the promotion from Head Constables to the post of sub-inspectors. Over two dozen aspirants