Love, Life and Connected Pasts
The 3rd of January is marked by the pharmaceutical industry of India as the Pharma Brand Managers Day, in memory of Prof. Chitta Mitra, my father who passed away that day in 2012. As his son, it is an honour … Read the rest
“If someone wishes to maintain good health, follow Santoshbabu,” Sir Nilratan Sarkar, the renowned physician, philanthropist and educationist of Bengal was often heard saying to common acquaintances.
We have grown up listening to … Read the rest
This is a story of a man I never met. I encountered his spirit through his daughter and through the music that shaped Sabah in Malaysia. The man is Datuk Peter Pragas whose compositions the Sabahans hum and sing, whether … Read the rest
1975-2025…Fifty years… an extended eternity but in retrospect “just around the corner” of three personal momentous events that changed perspectives.
1975 was the year when fresh out of college ( Masters in English Literature), and … Read the rest
The name Peony stirs up my earliest memories. There used to be a dachshund at home named Peony – a sweet sounding name given by Ma with her penchant for choosing unusual names for both her two legged and four … Read the rest
There is much that one sees on the battlefield, it moves you to tears, shakes you and horrifies you…
For us, in the army, life was one big cycle, and it still is. However, we are taught to take things … Read the rest
A child’s relationship with a parent is highlighted by an incident or event. Mine followed the similar traction of a particular occasion turning into a lifetime influence.
For me a scene plays out in memory, … Read the rest
“This is my story, this is my song, praising my Saviour all the day long.” This song echoes in my heart as I begin to write my story at the request of Dr. Tapti, whom I have come to know … Read the rest
This month, I returned to Cambridge-and with it, a flood of memories rushed in.
I still remember that moment in 1990 when I first stepped off the plane at Heathrow. The crisp autumn air nipped at my cheeks, as if … Read the rest
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