Mr Gulab by any other name would be just as well-known in the city of his birth, that is for sure. Long before I knew of him, I heard his name. Uttered over Darjeeling and mismatched pieces of bone ch...

Rubaiya delivered today. At 11 am, in a friend’s home at Gundmongolpore, a hamlet in Trespone, Rubaiya achieved what her family thought was impossible.Three days ago, the woman in her early 20s left...

A senior army officer’s rage and expertise in ballistics has pitted the Indian Army here in the fiercest battle since Operation Vijay was launched. The assault on Phealong Peak, a rocky massif that ...

When he slipped off his snowboots, the captain revealed feet that had gone puce, scraped away by the cold. His soles were blistered and peeling and he had sprained his ankles and hipbone. He could bar...

Everybody writes to the Colonel. The man, an elegant six-foot-something Sikh pushing 50, is flooded with letters from families, friends, relatives, commanding officers and most of all family, friends ...

I have been gone I know. I have been gone a while. From the incessant servings of tea and from that cart of mine upon which sits my kettle and my stove and my hunched throne of wood and beaten tin. I ...

Hmmm. That’s how. Hmmm. It is a way of saying it. You may say Om or whatever else, I prefer Hmmmm. Any problems? We all have our ways, don’t we? That’s who we are. There are no prescribed ways. ...

Two decades ago, a kilometre-long stretch of north Calcutta — Bidhan Sarani, formerly Cornwallis Street — had as many as 10 cinemas. Uttara, Sree, Rupbani, Radha, Purnasree, Bidhusree, Mitra, Mina...

What would Winston Churchill make of Priya? Or, for that matter, Navina, another cinema hall on the southern fringes of Calcutta, once the second city of the Empire? The question, although quirky, is ...

The painting on the wall shows two ebony male figures with bows and arrows. “Sidhu and Kanhu,” says Ruby Hembrom, by way of introduction. “They are very important for us, the Santhals. This pain...