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 Contents / সূচীপ
জামােন জীবনান - ডঃ শ ামল Travelogue - Dolomites hike -
8 দাশ 20 Seven days of torturous trek in Italy with an
Goutam K Tanti
ি য় কিবর ওপর গেবষণা কের ড েরট লাভ
international team. Nature's bounty more than
কেরেছন। তঁ ারই কলেম জীবনান জীিবত
filled the cup of tiredness and exhaustion.
হেয়েছন জামান পাঠকেদর কােছ ।

Guest Column - Soma Das

10 Life has its own plans that can disrupt
even our best laid plans. Such was her Travelogue - Sedlec - Dip Nag
plan that never saw daylight
27 An easter trip that witnessed artistic marvels
manifesting from man's bizzare curiosities

ছাটগ - সরি ত
12 িবেদেশ ভল েন উেঠ িক হল অর েপর ?
Travelogue - Captivating
থমথেম আবহাওয়ায় হাড়হীম ছাটগ । 30 A tourist's diary of a world torn by war but
Israel - Rohit Ghosh
সত ঘটনা অবল েন
united by ancient beginnings

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স ীিত ও আমরা - অি ব ানা জ
17 ছয়মােসর স ীিতর অ রমহেলর কথা
Poem - Santanu Mohanta
A Selfish Dream
41
Quest - Rupam Bhattacharya Poem - Tufan Das
19 A collage of moments across the world Life
30
Bong Connection - Avana কিবতা - সামনাথ পাল

34 Discovering Bengal away from home

Maity এক বস স ায়
45
Poem - Somnath Pal
Kaleidoscope of Moments - Life is a mysterious journey
Sonia Ghosh
38 Third person in a dialogue 46
Poem - Ushashi Basu
Not an adjective
Off metamorphosis - Ankitaa
Bhowmick
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43 A radiant ''probashi'' butter ly comes out of her কিবতা - ঋিষতা দ
cocoon শহর কলকাতা

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বা লেনর চালিচ -
রনদীপ ধেরর
ক ােমরায়

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Portraits of
Munich
by Sanjukta
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বােসর বা ািলয়ানা িক ? উইেকে পুেজা ? দেশর

জন মনখারাপ ফসবেকর পাে ? নািক দুবছের
একবার দেশ িগেয় সারা বছেরর শাড়ীেকনা আর
ভাজনপব সারা ? আর দেশর বা ািলয়ানাটাই বা
িক ? সকালেবলা অিফসগামী গািড়েত এফএম ?
দুপুরেবলা ডকারস লেন লা ? নািক স াহাে সাউথিস
মেল সপিরবাের হানা দওয়া ?

িবগত দশবছের দশিবেদশ িন বেশেষ সােবক বা ািলয়ানা

কাথায় যন মূহ মান। নটি এর যেগ বা ালী আর
ন নমুখী নয়। েলর বাংলা এক পরী ামুখী বাধকতা,
গ ে র গূঢ়াথ িকংবা পালােমৗেয়র রামা িসেলবােসর
পাতায় হািরেয় যাওয়া এক িবরি । নতন বাংলাগােন
এে ােজেনর গ , নতন বাংলা িসেনমায় সংলাপ কম,
সুইটজারল া বশী। বাসী এমিনেতই মর িম পািখ
িহেসেব কলি ত, তােত এেস িঘ ঢেলেছ াইপ আর
ফসটাইম। যি র বাড়বাড়ে অশীিতপর বাবামা মেয়-
... নটি এর যেগ জামাইেয়র চােপ এখন ছটেছন াটেফােন জীও ভরােত। আর
বা ালী আর ন নমুখী মেয় জামাই আটলা স থেক হায়াটসঅ াপ সের
নয়। েলর বাংলা এক পরবােসর ছ বঁাচাে ।

পরী ামুখী বাধকতা,

এমনই এক সি েণ ‘স ীিত’র জ । বােস যার কানন
গ ে র গূঢ়াথ িকংবা েদেশ যার মনন। যখােন দুগাপুেজার সূ ধের সংগঠন সৃ
পালােমৗেয়র রামা হয়িন, কালীপূেজার সূ ধের দুমােস ঘণ ধেরিন। উ রপাড়া
িসেলবােসর পাতায় হািরেয় আর খড়গপুর যখােন মেনর মানুষ পেয় মধ রােত শ বািজ
যাওয়া এক িবরি । কের হােস। যখােন চ ননগেরর তিলর টােন মু হন
নতাজীকন া, সত িজেতর স ীেত যখােন সৃ হয় অনবদ
নৃত িশ । লাজুক বালুরঘােটর িশ ীস া যখােন আিব ত
হয় মে , কসবা যখােন শাড়ীর আেলাড়ন তােল সহজপােঠ।
বাবা-মােয়র িভেড় যখােন সরগরম হয় িপকিনক আর পড়েত
পা েয় যখােন িনি হয় দুগাপুর। ‘স ীিত’ একটা
সংগঠন নয়, স ীিত আমােদর সবার আেবগ। বাস

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Editorial

A
যখােন েদশ, বা ািলয়ানা যখােন s the amaryllis bloom and the bluebells rise,
অিনণীত এক মানিসক ব ন। এই ব েনর I have the pleasure to welcome you to
এক নাম সেরনাটা ১৪২৪, য উপলে another issue of Porobas.MUC our yearly
‘স ীিত’র এই বা ষক পি কা পরবাস.MUC magazine released on occasion of SERENATA
পুনরায় কািশত হল।
1424 - the spring musical. It has been an
unprecedented year in Sampriti’s outreach activities

where each milestone bettered the other as we
িব ত এই কমকাে অজ ধন বাদ াপ
swelled in size. This also manifests in the vast
অেনেকর। আপনারা - থম সংখ ার পাঠক diversity of contributions here, ranging from an
পা কা যঁারা আমােদর সুিচি ত ম ব haunting short story to a tireless trekking experience
পা েয় অনু ািণত কেরেছন, দশকব - যঁারা to the metamorphosis of a newcomer to the city. The
বারবার সমৃ কেরন আমােদর উেদ াগ, হিদশ quality rich content is sure to appeal to your literary
দন আনােচকানােচ থাকা অনািব ত buds.
বা ালীর, িব াপনদাতারা - যঁােদর অনু হ
Like always, it is never enough to thank you readers
আমােদর বল, আর ব পিরজন - যঁারা
for having appreciated our first issue with your
একবােক লখা িদেয় এই পি কা ভিরেয়
feedback, our audience who patronize our every
তেলেছন। স ীিত স দায় আমােদর event with their presence and our sponsors without
সংসার, তাই তােদর সাহােয র জন ধন বাদ whom Sampriti’s phenomenal journey could have
িদেয় আর ছাট করব না। তেব িবেশষ উে খ never been smooth. A note of gratitude to our guest
করব, এই পি কা কােশ অিনবাণ বসুর contributors who have enriched this issue with their
িনরলস অবদােনর কথা । creations and last but not the least, congratulations
to the the vast talent pool within the Sampriti family
ভাল থাকেবন ।
whose creative output is the essence of this
publication. Anirban Basu, stands out with his
ধন বাদে ,
tireless effort in putting to shape this literary
collage.

ধান স াদক Editor-in-Chief

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 জীবনান দােশর অ ি ত কিবতার অনুবাদ
ডঃ শ ামল দাশ

সময় মুিছয়া ফেল সব এেস Alles löscht die Zeit aus

Kommt Zeit, löscht sie alles aus;

সময় মুিছয়া ফেল সব এেস, Der Zeiten Hände jedoch
সমেয়র হাত können der Herrlichkeit nicht antun;
Die Herrlichkeit, die im Menschengeist
সৗ েযের কের না আঘাত das Licht der Welt erblickt,
মানুেষর মেন fällt nicht hernieder im Walde
য সৗ য জ লয় wie welkes Laub.
Fällt nicht hernieder im Walde
কেনা পাতার মেতা ঝের নােকা বেন wie welkes Laub.
ঝের নােকা বেন
Gestirne erlöschen;
ন ও িনেব যায়- মুেছ যায় পৃিথবীর পুরাতন পথ der Erde alte Pfade werden verwischt;
শষ হয় - কমলা ফল, বন, বেনর পবত Zu Ende gehen - Blüten der Orange
মানুেষর মেন Wälder Hügel der Wälder.
Die Herrlichkeit, der Welt erblickt,
য সৗ য জ লয় fällt nicht hernieder im Walde
কেনা পাতার মত ঝের নােকা বেন, wie welkes Laub.
ঝের নােকা বেন

( ময়খ । ১৩৬১-৬২ প ষ/ জ )

শ ামল দাশ (জ ১৯৩৭) জামািন আেসন সেতেরা বছর বয়েস। িমউিনেখ

কািরগরী িশ ায় াতক িশ ালাভ ও কমজীবেনর র । ১৯৬৮ সােল গােথ
ই উেট কমজীবন র কের ২০০২ সােল অবসর হেনর মােঝ ২৫ বছর
ভারতবেষর নানা শহের থেকেছন। তারই মােঝ ছেলেবলার আেবগ জীবনান র
কিবতার ওপর ড েরট লাভ কেরন এবং অনুবাদসািহেত জীবনান দাশেক
জামান পাঠকেদর কােছ প েছ িদেয়েছন। বতমােন িমউিনেখর উপকে অটারিফং-
এ ায়ীভােব বসবাস কেরন। জীবনান ছাড়াও জামান সািহেত ম া া া সন,
র াক ইত ািদর কিবতা উপহার িদেয়েছন।

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Eines November-morgens কা তক ভাের: ১৩৪০
Eines November-morgens
tröpfelt Tau auf Augen Haare কা তেকর ভারেবলা কেব
Münder hernieder; চােখ মুেখ চেলর ওপের
Amseln sind es, sie lösten ihn aus.
য িশিশর ঝরেলা তা'
Drei Amseln streiften am Amlabaum vorrüber শািলক ঝরােলা বেল ঝের।
im November Nass und Sonn; আমলিক গাছ ছঁ েয় িতনেট শািলক
geschlüpft kamen sie auf die Erde,
um ihr erneut zu entffiehen ? কা তেকর রােদ আর জেল
আমারই দয় িদেয় চনা িতন নারীর মতন;
In meinem Leben habe ich unzählige
Amseln ausgemacht,
সূয? না িক সূেযর চ েল
Wo halten sie dennoch inne
diese drei Amseln jetzt ? ( ঊষা, শারদীয় । ১৩৬১)

Shyamal Dasgupta, geb. 1937, Germanist,

Indologe, Essayist und Übersetzer. Promotion
über den indischen Dichter Jibanananda Das.
Unterrichtet seit 35 Jahren am Goethe Institut
Deutsch als Fremdsprache; lebt in Otterfing.

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That was the plan

Guest Column : Soma Das

T
hree years. At the most four. Definitely not more. Then we would
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soil, reveling in the sweet cacophony of mother tongue.
Breathing the polluted air with gusto, wading through water
logged streets with joyful abandon and munching on street-side
delicacies without a care towards hygiene (what is that, anyway?). A
short stint abroad. Yes, that was the plan. And, as lush strawberries on
the welcome home cake, we would enjoy wonderful memories of times on
foreign soil, a mature perspective of life gathered by crossing borders and
boundaries, and a burning desire to make a positive difference because
we have ‘seen the world’. Not to forget the ‘colourful’ group of Facebook
friends to prove our stand against racial discrimination, the occasional
streaking of social media status with rainbow colours to cheer those who
partnered differently and the miniature replicas of Western monuments
struggling to outshine each other on the glass shelves in our spacious
three BHK apartment in the ageing city’s most recent nouveau rich
neighbourhood. And of course, the cushions of safety money resting
peacefully in various fixed deposit accounts of the bank where we would
always be ‘non-residents’. Or was that supposed to be the main gain from
the plan? Never mind now.

Well, that was the plan. But as plans go, more often than not they are
upstaged by more practical ones; of course, for the betterment of all and
sundry. You may remember, the one thing that was drilled into us while
growing up in our Boroline brand middle class families was, ‘Riksh nibi
na’ (Do not take risk). And so we didn’t. We conveniently forgot much,
ignored many niggles of doubt and feigned indifference towards motley
...as lush shards of advice. But ‘Riksh nibi na’ stayed put where it had been planted
strawberries on by our safely-employed, wisely-spending, pension-planning parents. The
the welcome words still rang in our ears as one of the last pieces of advice flung at us
home cake, we by the boisterous battalion of family who fell over each other and craned
would enjoy their necks (some encased in Spondilosis collars) to keep us within sight
wonderful till the very last moment as we disappeared round the corner after
memories of checking in at the airport (in a hurry to reach newer pastures). Did they
times all squeeze back into the hired Tata Sumo vehicles to return home,
murmuring ‘Dugga Dugga’ as our flight took off? Or did they catch the
bus back to save some on the return fare? Come to think of it, we never
cared to find out. Our sights and minds had already travelled on.

The three years were soon up in the foreign land (which we had started to
occasionally call home, as if testing waters). The question loomed in

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every corner of the rented two bedroom flat but fought to find voice in either of us. Finally, one
day, we released it. But then quickly recaptured it and tucked it away for another year. After
all, moving home after three years was a big job and would take at least a year’s planning.
(Did we take even half a year to plan when we moved away from our homeland of thirty odd
years?). Anyway, the ‘planning period’ inched on and we did everything but plan a return.
Why? Oh come on now! We had changed a lot, given up a lot, adopted a lot and lived a lot
differently by then. But we still did not take any riksh. And moving back to the motherland was
a very, very big one! Troubling thoughts of the heat and humidity, the ‘unprofessional’ work
culture, the lack of amenities, the brash society and concern over the children’s ‘future’ had
banished many finer memories and emotions to oblivion. And we calculated these risks while
we turned up the heating to battle sub-zero temperatures, struggled with ‘partiality’ at work
refusing to call a spade a spade, dreamt of the household help back in that developing nation,
heaved great sighs at the Facebook posts of family gatherings and worried over university fees.
We thought night and day, mulled over it continuously, whether we were waiting in the toilet
queue at McDonald’s or trying to pick the strongest green chillies from the apologetic offering
at the local desi shop. We discussed with new found friends while we gathered for anjali at the
weekend Durga Pujo (a baffling experience the first time, but then you get used and look
forward to wrapping the Dhakai jamdani). Finally, we decided, ‘No, we would do this for our
children. Give them what they deserve, tickets to a better life with minimum disruptions.’ We
dragged out the year old question and crushed its rearing head with forceful finality. We
informed family back home, adding the correct amount of emotion, apology and promises. And
then, before we could change our own minds, we applied for the brighter coloured passport, to
match those of our children. As if that would squash all impertinent thoughts which dared to
challenge the decision. And through the entire process we consoled ourselves with the fact that
we had not forgotten the advice of our own people.

It has been thirteen years now in the once foreign land (this is now what we think of and call
home). Did we really do it for our children? Or, did we just make them pawns in a game which
they neither understood nor had any interest in playing? Are we better off? We culled what we
thought was the most important question but many still remain. They float in and out of our
newly furnished home, travel with us on the Underground, swirl in our cup of English Breakfast
tea. We live a very different life and have shed many of our ways from the previous one. We are
now guests in our motherland, choosing to visit only when conditions are favourable. We bring
up our children very differently trying to be ‘cool’ parents who are ‘friends’. Yet, we are still
slaves of our previous life. Because the one thing that we drill into them is ‘Risk nish na.’

Soma is a freelance writer, translator and editor based in London. She sparked a niche literature market by
bringing to life classic Bengali novels to the wider international audience. Her first work back in 2010 was The
Great Unknown (কত অজানাের), based on the widely acclaimed Bengali novel by Manisankar Mukhopadhyay
aka Sankar, leading to seven more, ranging from Nabaneeta Dev Sen's personal favourite The Holy Trail - The
Pilgrim's Plight (কর ণা তামার কান পথ িদেয়) to Shirshendu Mukhopadhyay's Untilled Earth (মানবজিমন)
and The Paper Half (কাগেজর বউ)

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ছাটগ - সরি ত

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জ ২৯এ আগ , 'সামার ব া হিলেড' টা সামবার পেয় বশ সুিবেধই হেলা অর েপর।

শিন-রিবেত ল ন দেখ আজ এক ধা ায় কমি জ ও ঘের িনেত পারেলা।
িন ি েযাগ আেয় ঘাটিত পড়ায় - বশ িকছ পযটন পিরক নায় ইিতমেধ জল
ঢালেত হেয়েছ তােক ! সািলসবিরর ানেহ , এিডনবােরা-র চ িড লািরর ট র
বাদ িদেত হেয়েছ; স জেন বশ মন খারাপ তার। সবেচেয় বিশ মন খারাপ হেয়িছল
৭ই ম, যিদন ক ােরা রড-এর 'ম ানইউ বনাম নরউইচ িস ' ম ােচর িকট, কাটেবা কাটেবা কেরও শেষ না
কাটার িস া িনেত হেলা ওেক - দুঃখ এ পিরমান হেয়িছল য িভেত খলার স সারণটাও দেখ িন সিদন।
এটা একরকম অভতপূব - িবগত দশ বছের ম ানেচ ার ইউনাইেটড এর এক ম াচও বাদ যায় িন কােনািদন;
মােঝ মাধ িমক পেড়েছ, উ মাধ িমক পেড়েছ, ইি িনয়ািরং এর ক া ািসং পেড়েছ, ায় দড়টা বা বী
িবে েদর অেশ চ কাল পেড়েছ - িকছেতই ম ানেচ ােরর িত আনুগত কেমিন অর েপর। বঝেতই পারেছন,
ম ােচর স সারণটা ত াখ ান করা - যন সবেচেয় বিশ ভােলাবাসার মানুেষর উপর সব চেয় বিশ
অিভমােনর বিহঃ কাশ।

িক ল ন আর কমি জ এই জায়গা দু তার 'বােকট িলে ' সেবাপির উপের - এ দুেটা ঘারা িনেয় কােনা
রকম আেপাষ করেত নারাজ অর প। লং উইেক পেয় গেলা ভােলা, না পেল উপর খরচা বেয়ও আর
একটা প লাগােতা স ক ামি েজর। এ েলা বাদ পরেল তার এই সােড় চার মােসর অনসাইট-টা িনরথক
হেয় যত একদম।

"খরচা কত হেলা ?" - "বােস ল ন থেক কমি জ £৮.৮০", "এক রােতর হােটল £৭৩", " েবশ মূল
৫....৭.....১১ সব িমিলেয় £২৩" - "ও ভেলই যাি লাম - হপ-অন-হপ-অফ বােসর িকট £১৭" - "সব
িমিলেয় ১২২ পাউ ৮০ স "; ঘেরিফের িহেসবটা এেসই যায় অর প-এর মাথায়।

যেব থেক নরউইচ ােজে তার নাম অনসাইট তািলকাভ হেয়েছ - তেব থেকই উপির রাজগােরর অ টা
মাথায় ঘরেছ তার - সু বাসনা হেলা ইি িনয়ািরং-এর সমেয় নয়া ঋেণর অবিশ অংশটক িম েয় দয়া।
িক স বাসনার হােল খব টালমাটাল অব া - অনসাইেটর ময়াদ আেগই বােরা থেক কেম ছয়, পের আরও
কেম মা সােড় চার মােস এেস ঠেকেছ। এ জেন স ােয় , িনেজর ম ােনজার ও ইিতপূেব নরউইচ-এ এেস
গেড় বসা ঊধতন সহকমীেক বজায় ভৎসনা কের মেন মেন - উপেরা ব াি িলর সমেবত য়াসই তার
বাড়া ভােত ছাই ঢেলেছ বেল দৃঢ় িব াস অর েপর।

মরার উপর আবার খাড়ার ঘা! ২৩-এ জুন ইংল া ঢঁ াড়া িপ েয় ভাট িনেয় ইউেরা ইউিনয়ন থেক িবি
হওয়ার িস া িনেয়েছ - তার ফেল আ জািতক বাজার পাউে র কৗিলন বজায় ব হেয়েছ।ইিতমেধ টাকা
বনােম পাউে র মূল িত পাউ ায় দশটাকা কেমেছ যা হেরদের দশ শতাংশ। এেহন িন গািমতা বজায়
থাকেল পেরর মােস দেশ িফরেত িফরেত হােত আর িকছই বঁাচেব না। মু ার এই আকি ক অবমূল ায়েন

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 অর েপর ভৎসনার েকাপ ােয় , ম ােনজার আর সহকমী েক জািমন িদেয় সটাং িগেয় পেড়েছ িনেজর
পাড়া কপােলর উপর। স ভৎসনার জেন ই হেব হয়েতা - কেয়ক িদন যাবৎ কপােলর মধ াংেশ এক বিলেরখা
বশ গাঢ় হেয় উেঠেছ। েনর জালনার উপরাংেশর আেনােতা কঁ ােচর ফঁ াক িদেয় মৃদু হাওয়া তার এেলােমেলা
চল েলা বার বার এেন ফলেছ কপােলর সই বিলেরখার উপর। ' স কা এ ে স' - ক ামি েজর নউ ট
শন থেক এ েন চেড়েছ অর প- এর পর এিল জংশেন নেম - চতথ াটফম থেক ' টার আংিলয়া'
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ন ধের নরউইচ িফরেব স।

নরউইেচর এক নািম আসবাব িব য় সং ার তথ যি েজে িনেয়ািজত অর প - স সূে ই তার িবেলত
আসা। বজায় মণ-রিসক ২৪ বছেরর এই যবক - চাকিরর জেন কলকাতা ছেড় ব া ােলাের এেসেছ ায়
িতন বছর হল। সুেযাগ পেলই ঘরেত বিরেয় পের স - ঘরেত অ ত ভােলা লােগ ওর; অিফেসর কাজ ও তার
আনুসি ক আয়-ব েয়র িহসােবর য িফিরি িদি লাম, সই রাজনামচার একেঘেয়িম থেক যন একটা মুি
খঁেজ পায় মেণর মেধ । দি ণ ভারেত কণাটক-তািমলনা - করেলর বশ িকছ ব জায়গা ঘের িনেয়েছ
ইিতমেধ । িক ছাটেবলার সই িবেদশ ঘারার ইে টা য হঠাৎ সিত হেয় যােব, আজ থেক ছ মাস আেগও
সটা ক না করত না স। যিদন অনসাইেটর স টা উঠেলা সিদন থম কথা যটা মাথায় এেলা সটা হেলা
'িবেদশ ঘরেবা'! গত িতনিদন ল ন-ক ামি জ ঘারার অিভ তা তাই তািরেয় তািরেয় উপেভাগ কেরেছ স।
ব ািকংহাম প ােলস, তেব ি জ, িবগ বন, ল ন আই - আজ ক াম নদীেত ক ােনািয়ং, িনউটন-রাদারেফাডেদর
িশখ া িত ান িন কেলেজর ওয়ািকং ট র; আহা ! মন ভের গেছ তার। "কপাল টা এতটাও ম নয়" -
আনমেন িফক কের হেস ফলল অর প।

পেকট থেক মাবাইল টা বার কের সারািদেনর তালা ছিব িল ল করেত লাগেলা। ফােনর চাজ কেম
আসেছ - স সতক বাণী উেপ া কেরই আবার ঢকেলা ফসবেক - কাল ল নআইেত চেড় লাইভ গিছেলা - স
িভিডও েত এপয শতাধ লাইক পেড়েছ - সই িবরল দৃ াে বশ অিবভত অর প, অিবভত আেরা বিশ
২২১িব বকার েট তালা সলিফটােত এক িবেশষ কেন র কেম পেড় - ঈি তা। স কেমে র যথাযত িক
উ র দয়া যায় এটা ভাবেত ভাবেতই হঠাৎ খয়াল হেলা ন থামেছ 'এিল' শেন । িহেসব মেতা ক ৯
িমিনট বােদ ছাড়েব তার পেরর ন নরউইচ গামী ' টার আংিলয়া এ ে স' ।

তিড়ঘিড় মাবাইলটা পেকেট পুের ব াগপ াক িপেঠ ঝালােত ঝালােত দরজার কােছ এিগেয় আেস - ন টা
থামেতই ঝপ কের নেম পড়েলা াটফেম। অদূের এক ইেল িনক বােড আ এবং িবদায়ী েনর নাম-
সময়সূচী- াটফম মা দ শত। তপেদ সটার িদেক এিগেয়, ঘাড় উিচেয় শে পড়ল " টার
আংিলয়া/ াটফম ৮/িডপাচার ১৯.২০"! বেলই খয়াল হেলা ৯ িমিনট কই, ন তা ছাড়েছ মা ৩ িমিনেট -
স সািরর বািক তথ াবলীর িদেক চাখ না িদেয়ই সটাং ছট লাগেলা াটফম ৮এর উে েশ । এ নটা িমস
হেল দুঘ া পর িদেনর শষ ন নরউইেচর - তােত বািড় িফরেত িফরেত রাত ১২টা বেজ যােব - এইটা কােনা
ভােবই ছাড়া যােব না; াণপেণ ছটেত লাগেলা অর প - ৩৬ সিড় উ রণ, ওভারি েজ ৩০০ িমটার
অিত ম কের আবােরা ৩৬ সিড় অবতরণ কের ২িমিনট ৪২ সেকে র মাথায় াটফেম দঁ াড়ােনা ন র
থম কামরায় লািফেয় উেঠ পড়ল। সামেনর িসেট কান েম হলান িদেয় জাের াস িনেত লাগেলা। ব ােগর
থেক জেলর বাতলটা বার কের দেখ সটা এে বাের খািল - অগত া িজভটা টাগরায় ঘেস বেস পরেলা
িসেট। ন ছেড় িদেয়েছ। ায় িমিনট পােচক বােদ খয়াল হল কামরায় স একা - "ইশ ! ভল কের িন ই ফা
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 াস - এ চেড়িছ", বলেত বলেত উেঠ দখেত গেলা দরজার পI শ াপন বাড । দেখই চ ু চড়কগাছ,
কাচ জনােরল াস-ই, িক নটাই য ভল - ' টার আংিলয়া নরউইচ' এ না চেড় স উেঠেছ ' টার
আংিলয়া ই উইচ' এ ে েস - সবনাশ !

কেয়ক মুহত িকংকতব িবমূঢ় হেয় ধই ফ ালফ ািলেয় তািকেয় রইেলা স বােডর িদেক। তারপর খািনকটা
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সি ৎ িফের পেয় মাবাইলটা বার করেলা পেকট থেক মাবাইল বার কের গল করেত গেলা আগামী
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শেনর নাম। গল খািনক গাল গাল ঘের শেনর এক িল বর করেলা বেট তেব তা খেল ওঠার
আেগই ফানটা ‘ লা-ব াটারী’ দিখেয় দপ কের িনেভ গেলা। অনবাটন-টা েজাের িকছ ন েপ ধরায় ি ন
জুেড় ীণ আেলা শষবােরর মেতা আ হেলা বেট িক শষর া হেলা না - সারািদন অসংখ ছিব তেল,
ফসবক, ইন া ােমর ব লেপা -এর ভার বেয় িদনেশেষ ফান পুেরাদ র দহ রাখল। এিদেক বােডর গােয়
ধই গ েব র নাম - িনেদনপে পেরর শনটা দওয়া উিচত - তাও লখা নই। অতএব এখন উপায় একটাই
- ানকাল িন বেশেষ পেরর শেন নেম - উে ািদেকর ন ধের 'এিল' ফরত যাও, কপাল ভােলা থাকেল
শষ নটা পেয়ও যেত পাের নরউইেচর।

পেরর শেনর অেপ ায় দরজার কােছই দঁ ািড়েয় রইেলা অর প - আর িসেট িফরল না । দরজার কঁ ােচর ওপাের
কাশ বা ওই জাতীয় ে র জ ল হাওয়ায় আে ািলত হে - সূয ডেব গেছ বশ িকছ ন হেলা - এখন তার
শষ আভা সে র অ কাের িমিলেয় যাে । আেরা িমিনট পিচশ, এভােবই চলার পর - েনর গিত মশ
ম র হেয় আসেত লাগল। অ কার তখন বশ ঘিণভত হেয়েছ - কঁ ােচ উিক মের অর প দখার চ া করেলা
কােনা শন আসেছ িকনা - িক গাঢ় অ কার কা েয় স িকছই ঠাহর করেত পারল না, অবশ শন
আসেছ িকনা স উে গ খব কােলর। দখেত দখেতই গিত আেরা কেম অবেশেষ ন থামল পেরর শেন।
শেনর নাম ' সাহাম' - এক েনর বােড বড় কের লখা - তার বঁা িদেক ছাট হরেফ লখা 'এিল', ডান িদেক
' কেনট'; আেলার অভােব বােডর বশ কােছ িগেয় সটা পেড় উঠেত হল। ইিতমেধ ন ছেড় িদেয়েছ, একদৃে
অর প তািকেয রইেলা স িবদায়ী েনর িদেক - রােতর কয়াশায় মশ িমিলেয় গল নটা, অিবলে একরাশ
কয়াশা ছিড়েয় পড়ল রেলর লাইন ও তার সংল াটফম জুেড়। আধ ফািল চঁ ােদর হালকা আেলা ধঁায়া-
কয়াশা ঘরা শেন যন িব ার করেলা এক ই জাল।

শন আর কই - একটা মা াটফম - তার খালা ছাদ - রললাইেনর ওপাের বড়া দওয়া - াটফেমর
অন িদেক ঘন জ ল। থাকার মেধ আেছ দুই াে দু বসার ব , এক েনর চােলর ঘর - িকট ম
বা শনমা ােরর অপাের ং র ম হেব হয়ত, আর এক মা কােঠর ল া েপা - তার ভতের ম ম করেছ
আেলা - সটা লা- ভাে জ বা না মামবািত - তা বাঝা দু র।

অগে র সে িল সাধারণত বশ মেনারম হয় ইংল াে র ক ামি জ কাউ অ েল। িক আজ সে টা -
এই শেন দঁ ািড়েয় এক হীম শীতল ঠা া অনুভব করেলা অর প - তার কােনর পােশ, ঘােড়র িপছেন
রাম িল খাড়া হেয় উেঠেছ। এ এক অপা থব ঠা া, াটফম আ কয়াশার রে রে রেয়েছ স ঠা া,
িত িনঃ ােস তার িভতের েবশ কের হাড় হীম কের িদে স ঠা া। জ ােকেটর চনটা গলা অবিধ টেন - মৃদু
পদে েপ অর প এেগাল ন চােলর ম টার িদেক। কােঠর খড়খিড় দয়া এক ছাট জানলা - তার িভতের
কউ আেছ বেলই মেন হে - িক একদম িন , জানলার বাইের যমন এর প িন েপ অেপ া করেছ তার

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 জেন - ঘেরর িভতেরর লাক ও যন একই রকম অেপ ায় আেছ অর েপর।

একট ইত তঃ কের শেষ জানালায় টাকা মারেলা অর প - কােনা সাড়া নই, আবার টাকা মারেলা - কােনা
সাড়া নই, িপছন িফের চেল যেত যােব - মচ কের খলেলা জানলাটা, ক ভতর থেক জানালা খালার শ
নয় - হাওয়ায় ভজােনা জানলা যমন কের খেল যায় - অেনকটা সরকম। ঘেরর িভতেরর মানুষ র দৃ িনব
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অর েপর চােখর িদেক - স চােখ চাখ পড়েতই, স াৎ কের উঠেলা বকটা। অমন িনজীব দৃ এর আেগ কখেনা
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দেখিন - বরেফর মেতা শীতল স দৃ , এ দৃ ই যন শেনর অ াভািবক ঠা ার উৎস। ব ন রমূ ত হেয়

দঁ ািড়েয় রইল জানালার সামেন - তারপর িজে স করল ' ন ট ন ট এিল ?' - আেদৗ িক মুখফেট করেত
পারল অর প, নািক সই দৃ অ েভদী - মেনর পেড় িনেত পাের !

লাকটা মুেখ িকছ বলেলা না - বঁা হাতটা কােটর পেকট থেক বার কের পাচটা আ ুল দখােলা ধ - ৫ িমঃ
পর । হাত তালার সময় অর প খয়াল করেলা তার নম-ব াজ ' া সইলর ি েজস', আর খয়াল করেলা
তার হাতটা সাংঘািতক রকেমর জখম। স জখম আ েন পুেড় যাওয়ার - চামড়া কঁ চেক জায়গায় জায়গায় কঁ াচা
মাংস দখা যাে , স জখম এত তাজা য পড়া হাড়-মাংেসর গ নােক এেলা অর েপর; গা িলেয় উঠেলা -
মাথা ঘিরেয় উঠল। লাকটা এবার বলেলা ' টক কয়ার, ড নাইট' - িক ককশ স ক র! জাগিতক কােনা
আওয়ােজর সােথ তলনা কের তার বণনা দওয়া স ব নয়। গলার র আ েন পােড় িকনা জািন না, িক
যিদ তা পােড় - তাহেল বিঝ এমনই ককশ হেয় যায়। হঠাৎ দমকা হাওয়ায় জানালাটা ব হেয় গেলা - অর েপর
গাটা শরীর যন অসাড় হেয় আসেছ, আর দঁ ািড়েয় থাকেত পারেছ না; কােনা মেত হঁ াচড়ােত হঁ াচড়ােত একটা
বে িগেয় বেস পড়ল। স পাচ িমিনট তার জীবেনর সব চেয় ল া পাচ িমিনট - কােন বাজেছ ' টক কয়ার -
ড নাইট', চােখ ভাসেছ পুেড় যাওয়া হােতর পাচটা আ ুল, আর মাথায় ঘরেছ - ৫ িমঃ পের ন।

স দীঘ তী ার অবসান ঘ েয় উে ামুেখর ন থামেলা স শেন - কােনা েম তার কামরায় উেঠ
দরজার পােশ প ােসজওেয়েতই বেস পড়ল অর প। শরীর ঠা ায় কঁ াপেছ - চােখ ঝাপসা দখেছ তখনও। তার এ
িব হাল দেখ জৈনক সহযা ী তােক ধের িসট-এ বসােলা - জল খাওয়াল। পের এই সহযা ীর সাহচেযই
ওয়াশ বিসেন িগেয় মুেখেচােখ জল িদেল ধেড় াণ এেলা ছেলটার। আশপােশ এত েলা মানুষ চলেছ, িফরেছ,
কথা বলেছ - সই িনঝম শেনর একাকীে র ভয়টা মশই কেট গেলা অর েপর - জার এক ােসর সােথ
খািনকটা মুচিক হািস িমি ত কের বলেলা " বশ একট ভয় পেয় িগেয়িছলাম আজ - Calcutta chromosome
সই ভৗিতক েনর রশ টা িন য়ই রেয় গিছেলা মেনর মেধ "। এসব ভাবেত ভাবেতই এিল এেস গল -
ভাগ েম নরউইেচর শষ নটাও ধরেত পারেলা - এবার ভােলা কের েনর নাম ন র িমিলেয় িনেয় তেব
চেড়েছ।

রােত সা ভস অ াপাটেম প েছ সামান আহার সের েত গেলা মাবাইল িনেয় - মাবাইলটাও এখন চাজ
পেয়েছ -তার মািলেকর মেতাই সও এখন বশ সজীব ও সেতজ। অন হেতই বশ িকছ না িফেকশন দখােলা
টংটং আওয়াজ কের। সাশ াল ওেয়বসাইট িলর িনয়িমত হািজরা শষ হেল অর প হঠাৎই ঢকেলা ওেয়ব
াউজার ত। আেগর সাচ অনুসাের পুরাতন পৃ ায় এিল থেক ই উইচ এর মধ বতী শন িল
মানুসাের িলিপব । সখােন দখাে 'এিল', 'বির- সই এডমু স', ' াউমােকট' তারপর 'ই উইচ', কই
' সাহাম' বা তার পেরর ' কেনট' শেনর তা কােনা উে খ নই! শায়ার থেক এখন বািলশ ভঁ াজ কের হলান

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 িদেয় বেসেছ অর প। আর একট সাচ কের পল এই এক স াহ যাবত লাইন এ কাজ চলায় সব ন িকছ েনর
জেন রা া বদেল চলেছ সমা রাল এক াক-এ, দঁ াড়াে ' সাহম' নােমর এক পুেরােনা শেন - ধ
িসগনাল এর অেপ ায়। রলদ র থেক সেচতন বাতা দওয়া হেয়েছ কােনা যা ী যন ওই শেন ওঠা নামা না
কেরন। ওই রা ার িকেটও এই বাতা ছাপােনা থাকেছ এই স াহ বাবদ। ' সাহম' শন অচল ১৯৬৫ শাল
থেক - এই শন এ রেলর কােনা রলকমচারী িনয থাকেব না। পিরত শন েত কউ অবতরণ করেল
সাপেখাপ, বন জ বা অন িকছর থেক যিদ িত হয় তেব স দুঘটনায় রল কতপ েক দায়ী করা যােব না।

অনুে দ র দু পংিত িবেশষ নজর করল অর প - কােনা কমচারী কতব রত থাকেব না শেন এবং
সাপেখাপ, বন জ বা অন িকছর থেক যিদ িত হয়... তেব েনর চােলর ম ত কার সােথ দখা হল তার
? িক সই অন িকছ যার থেক িত হেত পাের ? আেরকট সাজা হেয় বসল অর প - এবার ল করল ' সাহম
রলওেয় শন ক ামি জসায়ার'। অিচেরই ওেঠ এেলা উইিকিপিডয়ায় ' সাহাম রল িবপযয়' - ১৯৪৪র ২ জুন
ি তীয় িব যে র সময় এক িবে ারকবাহী েন আ ন লেগ যায় - সাহাম শেন ঘেট যায় এক মমাি ক
িবে ারণ। িবে ারণ এমন সাংঘািতক মা ায় হেয়িছল য ৬৬িফট ব াসেরখা, ১৫ িফট গভীর এক িবশাল
গত হেয় যায় ঘটনা েল - শন স ূণ ধেস যায়, ৯০০ ইয়াড ব াপী ায় ৭০০ বািড়র ছাদ, দয়াল,
জানালাদরজার কঁ াচ ভেঙ যায় - এ দুঘটনায় ২২জন আহত হন - ও দুই ব ি র জীবনাবসান ঘেট - তােদর
একজন েনর ফায়ারম ান আর ওপর জন শেনর িসগনালম ান; ি তীয় ব ি র নাম ' া ি েজস'........

সরি েতর সব িকছই কলকাতায়। কলেম, ফারেণ, িচর িনেত পুেরাদ র 'ক ালকাটান'। ায় আড়াই
বছর হেলা আি ক সই কলকাতােক ফেল িমউিনেখ ঘর এখন ী আর এই শহেরই জ ােনা কন া
িনেয় । কমসূে এক বদূ িতন কা ািনর ইউেরাপীয় আিধকািরক, সই কােজর দু আনুসাি ক
বিশ হেলা চর ঘারা আর তােদর গ শানােনা । তারই ফল র প এই গে র অবতারণা ।
যার অনুে রণা এক সত ঘটনা - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soham_rail_disaster

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স ীিত ও আমরা
সা - অি ব ানা জ

দ
খেত দখেত ছ-ছটI মাস হেয় গেলা িমউিনেখ এ এেসিছ I মেন পের সই িদনটার কথা – থম
িবেদশযা ার কারেণ িমউিনেখর উে েশ যিদন পাির িদেয়িছলাম কাতােরর এর াইেট, একা I
স ী বলেত েয়াজনীয় িজিনসপ ও একবক উে জনা I পছেন ছেড় গলাম আমার
কলকাতা আর উি আপনজনেদর I
দীঘ যা ার শেষ ন ছঁ েলা িমউিনেখর এর মা I িসিকউির র বাধা পিরেয় মালপ সহ প ছলাম হে েলর
দরজায় I র হেলা অন জীবন, অন রকম পথচলা I একI, আ িব াসেক পােথয় কের I এমিন একিদেন পােশ
পলাম স ীিতেক I পরম মমতায় আপন কের িনল আমােক ও আমার মেতাই সদ ঘরছাড়া হিপপাসু
কেয়কজনেক I কানায় কানায় ভিরেয় িদেলা আমােদর একাকী েবাধ আর িনঃস তােক I স ীিতর সই
সাহচেযর ফল এই লখা I

স ীিত নােমর সে আমার পিরচয় কলকাতা থেকই I আসার িকছিদন আেগ িমউিনেখ ঘেট যাওয়া
স াসবাদী হামলার কথা পেড়িছলাম কলকাতার কাগেজ I সখােনই জানেত পাির, বাঙািল সংগঠন স ীিত
এবং তার কণধার আমােদর শবালদা ( ীৈশবাল িগির) িকভােব তঁ ােদর পার িরক যাগােযাগেক কােজ
লািগেয় সই দুেযােগর িদেন বাঙািল – অবাঙািল িন বেশেষ সকেলর িনরাপদ আ েয়র ব ব া কেরিছেলন I
িনঃসে েহ সই খবর মেন জািগেয়িছল িনভরতার আ াস I

এক ীে র িবেকেল স ীিতর সে আমার চা ু ষ পিরচয় ঘটেলা তঁ ােদর “নবীনবরণ” অনু ােনর মাধ েম I
সিদন দীপদা আর ঊমীিদ ছাড়া সকেলই িছেলন অেচনা I েম সবার সে পিরচয় হেলা , গেড় উঠেলা
আ ীয়তা I কেলেজর আেরা আলা াই, এমনিক েলর িসিনয়র নীল ািদর সে ও আলাপ এই স ীিতেতই I
আর তাই আজ বাঙািল পিরজন ঘরা এই পিরবােরর আিমও একজন সদস I িবেদেশ অকি ম বাঙািলয়ানার
াদ বাধহয় এেকই বেল I

২০১৬র দুগাপুেজা – বােস আমার থমপুেজা I এতিদন কলকাতায় পুেজা িছল ব েদর সােথ ম প পির মা-
আ া-গ -খাওয়াদাওয়া I িক এখােন পুেজা বলেত Schloss Nymphenburg আর Hotel vitalis.
িমউিনেখর পুেজায় হয়েতা নই ম াড ায়ােরর মাদকতা িক আেছ আেবেগর অকি মতা I ফল কাটা–
মালাগাথা থেক র কের অ মীর অ িল, সি পুেজা - সেবেতই িছল আমােদর অবাধ যাগদােনর াধীনতা I
সে নানা ােদর বাঙািল খাবার ও নাচগােনর সাং িতক আবহ I ভি , িন া আর আেবেগর একিন কাশ
য বােরায়াির াচযেক এইভােব হার মানােত পাের, তা আমার ধারণার অতীত িছল I সবই স ব হেলা স ীিতর
ছঁ ায়ায় I

দখেত দখেত আেলার উৎসব িদওয়ািল এেস গেলাI এখােনও স ীিত আেয়ািজত “Indiana” অনু ান নানা
বেণর নানা ভাষাভাষীর মানুষেক এক কের তলেলা I নাই বা পুড়ল বাজী, নাই বা থাকেলা আেলার রাশনাই,
নাচ-গান,হই ে াড় এবং অবশ ই ভারতীয় খানািপনার মধ িদেয় ভের উঠেলা দীপাবিলর সে I দেশ না
থাকার অতি েক আেরা একবার ভিলেয় িদেলা স ীিতর ীিত উৎসব I
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 েম ঋতবদেলর পালা শেষ ঘটেলা শীেতর আগমন I বরেফ ঢেক গল গাটা িমউিনখ শহর I তাপমা ার
পারদ মাইনাস কিড় ছঁ ইছঁ ই I িক বাঙািলেক আটকায় সাধ কার ? অপিরসীম উৎসােহ স াহাে চলেলা
ছাটেছাট জমােয়ত, জ িদন পালন ইত ািদ – যা সবসমেয় আমােদর সবাইেক িঘের রেখেছ এক বহৎ
পিরবােরর িনি , িনর প ব ঘরােটােপ, হভােলাবাসার এক অে দ ব েন I এেক অপেরর েয়াজেন
বািড়েয় িদেয়েছ সাহােয র হাত I এই সে িবেদেশ ও িতিনয়ত মেন পিরেয় িদেয়েছ বাঙািলয়ানার াদ I

শীতেশষ I আকােশ বাতােস আজ বসে র ছঁ ায়া I ধসর বরেফর চাদর সিরেয় কিতেত আজ জেগেছ ােণর
ন I কেনা পাতাঝরােদর ডােল লেগেছ হালকা সবেজর শ I ফা েনর সই নবীন আনে র সুর
লেগেছ স ীিতর পােলও I দিখনা হIওয়ার দালায় সাড়া জািগেয় সও এেসেছ “বস উৎসব” এর ডািল
সািজেয় I তাই কিব র র সে গলা িমিলেয় গেয় উঠেত ইে কের -
“আজ সবার রেঙ রঙ িমশােত হেব
ওেগা আমার ি য় তামার রিঙন উ রীয় পেরা , পেরা পেরা ”

Ashmi is a student of computer science at Technische Universität

München(TUM), gregarious, passionate swimmer, loves travelling, trekking,
sports and music. The Munich incident she read about was the gunman attack of
22nd July 2016, published in The Telegraph from Kolkata in their feature below.

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 Quest Rupam Bhattacharya

Ein Welt Haus, Another hot autumn

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Munich afternoon in
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"Have you found it summer doesn’t
yet?" I look up trying want to leave the
to understand the city pretty soon. The
question. The city is running like
Australian woman in every other day. My
her mid 40’s, asks eyes fall on a 8 year
again - ”I am asking old kid. Oblivious of
about the road you the life around him, and “ও দাদাভাই " come unknown, takes us
were singing about. he takes a step out of the window like into places we dream
Did you find your forward and starts a record you have of. It’s the dreams that
road yet?” I remember break dancing on grown up listening to. I we dream of, makes us
now, I was singing the footpath. Couple stand up and go near do the things we
“How many roads of people passing the door to get down deemed impossible.
must a man walk by, stand around, at the next stop. As the The 8 year old kid in
down, before you call visibly amused at bus approaches a Chandni, the
him a man” by Bob his antics. Couple of temple, the conductor conductor in the bus,
Dylan few minutes metres away. I see takes out coins from the 40 year old
back. I reply - “Nah, I his family living in a his pocket and throws Australian woman, me
have not yet. But I small tent across the them to the temple. and dear reader, you
think I am getting street. I wonder And then he sings - as well; we all are
there.” The woman what teaches him to “আমার ও য মন আেছ living in a sea of
quips - “It’s a process dream, when infinite possibilities
কন বাঝ না” Getting
of constant poverty is the only and our quest helps us
down at the next stop, dig those possibilities.
construction and habit his family can
I find a new In the end, finding the
deconstruction. afford?
advertisement
Sometimes, it may perfect road does not
billboard - “2BHK/
seem beyond your 79D Bus, Birati, even matter, as long
3BHK flats available at
reach, but don’t give Kolkata as we enjoy the ride.
Rajarhat starting at 30
up.” I smile and bid
lakhs.” I get lessons on
her goodbye. “Peeeep” - the bus
job, religion, love and “The sky is open and
honks once again.
real estate within the clouds are free.
Chandni Metro, The conductor takes
span of 5 minutes. And of course, there is
Kolkata his head out. Words
the rootless tree.”
like “এ ভাই, হা া যা” Our quest for the

Rupam is a graduate student at Technical University of Munich. Hailing from

Agartala, a small city in the north eastern part of India, he currently resides in Munich
spending his day programming, making music, hiking or simply doing nothing.

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 Venturesome seven days in the dazzling Dolomites
Travelogue : Gautam Tanti

They say ‘first times are always special’, and it is so true for me too. It was 9th of
August back in 2015. Lets start our expedition with the calmness of the water of
Pragser Wildsee.

Goutam Kumar Tanti, PhD, Researcher in Klinikum rechts der Isar, Munich, Germany
since 2014. A scientist by profession, socialist by heart, he loves music, people and
culture, food and foodies, travel and travellers, hiking and hikers, photography and
many more.

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A night before I slept

at 02.00 and woke
up at 05:00 in the
morning. I had slept only for
three hours properly and
that was quite enough.

A big backpack, my camera

and some snacks for the
group were my belongings.
It was a bit difficult to carry
all these. But I was so much
involved in that adventure
that I did not realise it.
It’s somewhere close to Dalla Capanna Alpina in the trail from
I was one minute late to Schutzhaus Fodora to Rifugio Lagazoui
reach to the nearest
underground station Nevertheless, what more can my very first hike with him!
Richard-Straus Strasse and an international group look Organising something like
as a result, I had to wait for like ? As the bus moved, my this is not easy and straight
19 mins to get the next one heart started beating faster. forward. He had to plan it at
and hence the entire group This was the first time in life least 6 months before and
had to wait for me. I was so I was going for an had to inquire and book
embarrassed. But when I adventure of this repute. It huts, otherwise
offered them puten samosa, was on my travel wishlist accommodating 15 people is
they were very happy. They since long. Initially I was not possible in short notice.
were my group of 15 not in the list, fortunately, a He took all the pain to make
passionate hikers from all hiker who was in the plan it possible because of the
over the world. Two English, had to drop his plan of magnetic attraction and pure
one American, one joining the Dolomite trip love for the Dolomites and,
Australian, two Germans, due to some problem and he does it every year. He is
one Dutch, one Swedish, the organiser told me that Chris Humphry, originally
two Russians, one there would a vacant from England but he has
Bulgarian, one Serbian, one position in this group and been living in Munich for
Polish and me only Indian that I can fit in if I wanted more than a decade now. A
and Asian. Unfortunately, to. I was surprised by the happy family man, father of
no Italian was in the team, offer because I started my two beautiful kids and a
which would have been hike with him in Munich fantastic hiker. The American
better in an expedition to an only recently and that too hiker (Paul) was of course
Italian speaking location. with a horrible experience in always helping him with

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for any discussion, over a
beer of course. Like Chris, he
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has also been living here in

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foreigners here. Paul was
also the leader of the
Klattersteig team that year.
Above all, this venture was
a success due to unlimited
excitement and cooperation
from everyone.
The unknown fear was
increasing and coming to its
peak. All of us boarded the
bus after packing luggage.
To my surprise, my luggage
was the largest. Our bus
started at 06:35 am from
Munich. We reached our
trekking point of the
Dolomites at 10:45 am. It
was close to the Pragser
Wildsee which looked really
awesome with beautiful
green water and an amazing
view. awesome and memorable.
So when we started our
hiking, I anxiously asked my
co-travelers, “What will
they do if I can’t move
anymore”. The girls who
were with me that time told
me that I have to do or die.
Well, that might have been
a joke but it made me so
strong; so determined. I
thought of it as Gandhiji's
call for Indian freedom
movement ‘Do or Die’. I was
so spellbound with
amazingly beautiful views
Having a beer at Rifugio Nuvolau and experiencing the serenity of
nature have become my passion by now.
that I didn’t even realise
when it was lunch time and
when did we reach our first
hut to spend the night. It
was my first night to stay in
the mountains and as I said
before “First times are
always special”, like first
love. It was so amazingly
The name of the hut was
Schutzhaus Fodora (1968m).
There, 3-4 rooms were
booked by the organiser for
15 of us. I was praying not
to share room with a person
who snores. Finally, after
all the prayers I found that I
was sharing a room with
the Dutch guy and the
Russian girl. The lady
informed us that she always
sleeps with a knife, in case
someone disturbs her she
will protect herself. It was
scary, but far better than a
person who snores ! Jokes
apart, the hut was
minimalistic, having things
just enough to survive in the
deserted area, but it was
better than my assumption.
We had become too wet due
to sudden rains so we had
to keep everything for air
drying. Honestly, I could not
sleep really well although I
should have as I was too
tired, maybe because being
too much excited about the
new experience. In the
morning we had breakfast
in the hut and resumed our
journey. We had to keep
walking till we got tired,
ate something for lunch and
kept walking. The
landscapes were so
beautiful most of the time
that I could not believe that
it was really happening. The
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(2778m) which was really
close to Rif Lagazoui is a
must watch. Also,
considering this perfect
location, we planned to see
the sunrise from this point.
We woke up really early in
the morning to experience
one of the most amazing
sunrises. I have never seen
the sun waking up so
The perfect location of the hut Rifugio Lagazoui will always wonder you beautifully. We found the
perfect location of the hut
which was just amazing. I
was so much absorbed in
that day gave me so much from different parts of Italy. the beauty of the sunrise
exposure took so much but there was more to come.
energy that I won’t forget it Then we reached our highest
ever. But above everything point of the trail where our I was so tired in the first
all were the spectacular second hut Rifugio Lagazuoi two days that I was the
views. I will always go
hiking, I will always climb
the mountain to see this
beauty of nature. The trails
were breathtaking valley full
of greenery and amazing
small flowers. While hiking,
we met many amazing
people on our way, and they
were so happy with
whatever they were doing,
and every one of them were
smiling and saying ‘ciao’
which means Hello in Italian.
Joy in the heart spreads like
the scent. For me, their smile
was enough to help me walk
for one more day. Although, That’s the amazing group (except one) of our Dolomite trip 2015. From
most of those people were Le t to right, in the front row. Ola, me, Anna, Valentina, Olga, Ruslana,
from different countries but I Stephanie, and Lars; in the back row, Andy, Alex, Paul, Johan, Chris and
think many of them were Sebastian.
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most of the time. From the
third day, I gained
momentum. I had become
fried brown to black by the
heat of the sun, I was
walking in front of the
slower group. We
automatically made two
groups - one consisting very
fit people who were faster
and they were mainly doing
Klattersteig, and being not
so fast I was in the other
group. There was something
radiating from inside that
One of the most amazing time in my entire life, hiking through
gave me energy and force
dolomites and swimming in this lake (Coldai) the mountain beside the
and the warmth to move on.
lake which gets re lected on the water of the lake (not seen in this
It could be that being the
picture) is called Monte Civetta.
only Indian in that group I
didn’t want to make any
bad impression, so I didn’t even realise how we they had organised music of
something was inspiring me, spent all day and walked Dolomites by Alberto Grollo
being an Indian, being a more than 7 hours and and his costars; which
Bengali I can do it. I kept experienced Passo Falzarego added another layer of
walking. Not only did I walk (2105m), Rif Nuvolau awesomeness to the already
faster but also I jumped and (2574m), Rif Cinque Torri fulfilled hearts. Who does
danced with equal (2137m), Cason di Formin, not like lazing around and
enthusiasm. My co-hikers and Rif Croda da Lago and baking his tired soul and
were asking jokingly what then reached Rifugio Citta di enjoying live music, that too
did I have for breakfast at Füme - our next destination. in the remote mountains ? I
the hut Rif Lagazoui. Now, I As the next day was our chatted with the group
don’t remember what I had potential rest day, we had members and also to the
for breakfast but I do played many different hut personnel. There were
remember it could be the games in the hut till late in people from everywhere, a
energy of experiencing one the night; we chatted with teenage Italian girl and a
of the most beautiful our group members and guy from the south part of
sunrises in my life I can’t cherished the food in the Italy. They were so young
explain in feelings. When hut. I didn’t even realise and so full of energy, they
your heart really wants that we had already walked told me that they joined the
something, the whole body more than 50 km until trip to have some
works a little harder to get someone told me about it. It experience.
it. The beauty around and was a sunny but lazy day.
the joy within can’t be Most interestingly in the hut We started walking yet
expressed in words. of Rif Citta di Füme (1918m) again early in the morning
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Let’s meet the happiest hiker I have ever seen, who will always greet you
with a smile on her face and always make people happy with her
amazing presence, like the beauty of the nature I can’t express with
words, I can’t explain how her presence keeps people happy, her
friendship is a gem, she is the person who introduced me with these
amazing group of people. She is an example of a hiker. All the hikers are
like her.
as always and reached Lake
Coldai, the best mountain
lake so far in my life.
Freezing cold water and
what an amazing view. We
all swam there and some of
the somersaults that my
Australian co-hiker gave
were really amazing.
Walking and experiencing
the amazing views, we
reached a nearby small
village. It was time for some
drink and food. Our leader,
Chris Humphrey, had
booked a table there for us
in his name. While having a
conversation with him the
old Italian man in the shop
pronounced his name a little
find once again that Indians
get along so well with
Italians. Thank you Italy
and thank you, my friends,
for greeting me with this
beautiful feeling this time
again. After our beautiful
experience, we started
walking again through the
amazing landscapes which
looked like a mystic
painting on the canvas. A
beautiful blend of colours,
shapes and of course the
magic of the sound of
nature.
After walking more than 10
hours, finally, we reached
our final hut Rifugio
Vazzoler. We were supposed
to stay there for our last
night and then walk down
next morning to board a bus
back to Munich where our
differently which made me
homes were waiting for us.
laugh unconsciously.
Apparently, I offended him
Like everything else on the
and my deep fried skin
trip, the hut was fantastic. It
colour made him think I am
had everything in it,
from Africa. This made me
amazing drinks and even a
laugh even harder. My
guitar in the pub. It was
friends told him that I am
time for a celebration as we
from India. He seemed
all made it through these 7
happy to know that I was
days, tirelessly walking and
from India and he
that too with those lovely
immediately offered me a
smiles on our face. The
place to stay with him. It
atmosphere was full of
was so kind of him and I
happiness and joy and
was so fascinated. I was
nobody complained of the
about to accept the offer
long journey and the
and then it suddenly
endless walks.
occurred to me that I have
to come back to Munich as I
To me, it was an
took off without proper
outstanding experience. I
notification. I was happy to
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had forgotten all the suffering that bar and how I went to True it is when the heart
on earth, and the pain I bore bed. I just found myself in a says yes, the body moves
in my heart. I even forgot I room with all the girls the along and the journey
had a family back home. And next morning. I was so always ends well.
the only expression was my drunk that my mates
tears. I felt so grateful to Chris thought that they might
for inviting me that I kept need to call a taxi to bring
thanking him till the last me down, but to everyone’s
moment. We had many beers surprise, I woke up early in
and a uncountable number of the morning and was asking
schnapps, my favourite drink. people whether they want
We thanked the organiser to have breakfast. Everyone
Chris and advisor Paul. People was looking at me stunned !
later told me that I hugged
Chris several times for his I too was stunned and asked
invitation. I don’t remember myself how did I manage
how much money I spent at that.

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 Sedlec: A Bizarre Curiosity
Travelogue - Dip Nag

I
t was during the Easter of 2014, that we visited Kutná Hora, a
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the City of Silver, was one of the richest cities of its time. It
boasts of a city center presently designated as a Unesco World
Heritage Site for its rich architecture and historical significance.
Although a city famous for its silver mines, yet, in my eyes, it is a
treasure-trove of some of the magnificent architectures that the
Bohemian kingdom had on offer. However, to an average traveler with a
hunger for off-beat marvels of this world, the uniqueness of this place
lies in the curious ‘Bone Church’ or the Kostnice Ossuary, better known as
the Sedlec Ossuary.

A 15 minutes’ drive from the historic Kutná Hora city center, and situated
200 meters away from the Sedlec Cathedral, this Ossuary is a must-visit
place for people with a love for the unusual. Set up in a backdrop which
makes you remember some of your favorite childhood fairytale movies,
this place offers you a thrilling experience which you would get nowhere
else. The Ossuary crypt contains a bone house decorated with 40,000
human skeletons, from people who died of the 1318 plague and the 15th
century Hussite wars. The Gregorian chants, aptly aided by the sound of
the cathedral organ and the candle-lit ossuary premises add an unusual
flavor to the already predominant eeriness of the place.

True to my expectations, the first glimpse of the underground chamber

had bought along with it a strange and bone-chilling feeling. Coming
from a place which has experienced quite a few famines and droughts,
and has witnessed deaths and bloody battles, it was unimaginable for me
......what I was to think of such an artistic and serendipitous conclusion to such a sad
witnessing was history. Almost instantaneously, it reminded me of my grandmother back
nothing less home in Kolkata, India, and her probable actions, in case she had to visit
than a place like this. I was almost sure that this was a place she would never
transformation think of entering. In hindsight, I could also not blame her for her
of a man’s reservations, especially when she had gone through the pain of
bizarre witnessing sad events like the 1943 Bengal Famine, the bloodbath
curiosities into following the partition of Bengal, to name a few.
artistic marvels.
After slipping down the memory lane for a few seconds, I came back to
reality to experience what was in front of me. And I must say, what I was
witnessing was nothing less than transformation of a man’s bizarre
curiosities into artistic marvels. In 1870, František Rint of Česká Skalice
arranged the bones and skulls into creative decorations and built what
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 stands to date as the Sedlec Ossuary, or, in common man’s word, the ‘Bone Chapel’. I could
never, in my wildest dreams, have imagined that I would be walking under a chandelier made
of human bones. Standing in front of the Schwarzenberger Coat of Arms reminded me of
every possible human bone I had learnt in the Biology lectures at school. As if this was not
enough, it was topped with a human skull like that of a cherry on a cake!

To this day, when I sit on my couch on a warm summer morning in Munich, sipping a cup of
coffee and thinking of my encounter with Sedlec, I cannot help but wonder about the
creativity of the architect. He transformed the last remains of a human body into something
which would remain etched in the history of mankind forever. In a way, it serves as a
remembrance to all those unfortunates who lost their lives during the famine and the war.
Perhaps, it also teaches us to appreciate whatever small things we have in life, to imagine a
beautiful future leaving the sorrow remains of the past.

Dip is consultant by profession and wanderer by nature. Likes meeting and knowing new people, loves cricket,
hiking and travelling anywhere and everywhere possible.

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A Selfish Dream
Poem - Santanu Mohanta

monsoon time colours that faded long ago

quarter past midday the giant window
a canopy of cloud ceasing the sunlight to come wide open
in you are sitting in an easy chair
cold breeze flailing
and the shower staring through the window
arrives you feel the color of rain
you are blue and green
in an ancient room staring through the window
of your long gone grand father you feel the wounds and the pain
yellow dark stained, torn bed cover lying dead you see tears in every eye
a wooden table the triumph of your selfish dream
with scratches, all around the mournful world
holding some ancient books the way you dreamt!
dusty
blisters on the morbid wall
obscure alphabets inscribed by a child

Santanu is a Graduate student at Technical University of Munich. In his free time, he

can be found playing some blues guitar or hitting the drums hard!
“I am lost in between the questions that I want to find myself or I want to lose
myself…!”
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Captivating Israel
Travelogue - Rohit Ghosh

W
e spend a lot of time reading
stuff on the internet,
watching documentaries to
have a preconceived notion
about a country and its existence, be it the
religious beliefs, political ideologies and its
cultural diversity. Well to be honest, after
visiting Israel, I have decided to change that
belief to a certain extent. This visit to Israel
continues to be one of those rare enriching
and empowering experiences in my life,
which have driven my passion to travel
(even) more.

In a nutshell, Israel can be defined as country
of extremes. Be it in the modern open
lifestyle in the capital city of Tel Aviv, the
seeds of multi-(religious) belief in Jerusalem
(Kingdom of heaven), the beautiful desert
landscape in Masada (site of an ancient fort
built by King Herod) overlooking the Dead
Sea and Jordanian lands, the lovely harbor
city of Haifa, the birthplace of the Christian
faith (Nazareth and Bethlehem), and finally
to the Ghost City of Hebron, which continues
to show the true picture of the Israeli-
Palestinian conflicts !

I know, it’s a lot of stuff for a 10 day trip.

And that was what I precisely felt when I
was heading back home. It truly feels
empowering to know all the stuff happening
around and actually being able to see it for
real. It definitely is tiring and you just need
to recover and move on to the next
destination.

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 We started our trip in Tel Aviv, a hustling
and bustling cosmopolitan, the capital city of
Israel. The city provided the diverse historic
background of Jaffa which was an ancient
port and has been associated with various
biblical references, coupled with its amazing
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modern 21st century architecture and crazy
nightlife.
After spending a couple of days in Tel Aviv,
we drove down to Jerusalem and honestly, it
was an eye opener for me, from the ancient
religious and current political standpoint.
Imagine a city with multiple Israeli
settlements connected through a finely
crafted network of roads and tunnels, within
Palestinian neighborhoods. Imagine an old
city which is less than 1 sq. km in area, and
divided into different quarters, Jewish,
Christian, Muslim and Armenian, because it
is considered to the holy site for all these
religions. We have read in history books
about the Holy Crusades and how thousands
have perished over the control of this small
piece of land. It simply is a testament to how
religion continues to empower the smartest
of minds in this world of technology and
science. This irony can´t be penned down for
sure. You need to see it for real.
We followed up our stay in Jerusalem with a
single day trip to Hebron-the Ghost City. If
anyone is interested in the Jewish Palestinian
conflict, one should try to get the story from
both sides of the fence. Aquaduct in Caesarea. Then we made our way to the
Traveling for me is not only about seeing the
historic sites, but also to know more about
the reality in which modern people survive.
You walk across the street and arrive at an
(illegal) Jewish settlement, and all you see is
heavily fortified walls, armed security forces,
modern roads, bus stands with digital
display and a first world country
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appearance. You cross the street and enter a
Palestinian neighborhood and you will be shocked
to find the alarming disparity. Houses tumbling
down, shops closed and empty dirty roads
reminiscent of the Palestinian cause. Mix it up with
IDF soldiers and peacekeeping observers at every
corner, and you actually have the feeling of walking
through a war zone!
It was a day which changed me a lot as a human
being, and there is no right or wrong when we
choose sides. It is just the sad realization that
(religion) tarnishes the very value of human life for
a belief which is probably not worth it.
On that very evening, we bumped into couple of
Americans, who were planning to visit Ramallah,
the administrative capital of Palestine. We sneaked
across the Israeli borders and visited this beautiful
lively city and bumped into couple of local Muslims
and probably the most liberal ones I have ever met.
We chatted over a few beers about life and their
side of the story. And what I found amazing was
that, they are just like us, studied and lived abroad,
worked in different global entities. But they just
decided to return back to Palestine to serve for the
cause (not in a violent manner) and doing
something about their country and its people.
Now back to something more touristic ! We spent
the next few days driving around Israel, visiting the
ancient fort city of Masada, overlooking the
beautiful but salty Dead Sea. We visited the
beautiful Grottos of Rosh Hanikra and the wonderful
modern port city of Haifa, driving through the
Christian holy sites of Nazareth and Bethlehem on
the way. Haifa is very famous for being the
headquarters of the Bahai religion (most of us know
about the Lotus Temple in Delhi being a Bahai
temple). With its (simple) human values, it was
rather amusing to believe that such a religion
originated in a country which has bled to death for
centuries for the religious cause.
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The food in Israel is amazing - Falafel, Humus,
Kebabs and a whole lot of meat. The nightlife is
terrific in the big cities like Haifa and Tel Aviv,
probably some of the best technomusic I have ever
heard. The people are friendly but very proud of
being Israeli, and sometimes it might get on to
your nerves. Everyone speaks English and
everyone is very social, jovial and happy with life.
But as expected, all the best experiences in life
come at a price, and the price is very high. In this
case though, I was literally talking about the
PRICE which I paid from my pocket !
Because Israel is probably at par with the
Nordics and Swiss as one of the most
expensive countries I have ever visited. But
I can assure you, this country of extremes in
every aspect of human life makes it such an
enthralling destination to visit. Photos
courtesy my friend Avigyan! Please feel
free to visit his page on Facebook
@avigyanduttaphotography and I am sort
of envious of him because he travels even
more.

Rohit is passionate about traveling and have already visited around 37 countries across the
globe. He is based in Munich and works for a pharmaceutical life sciences company
MERCK Group a ter completing his MBA in International Business Consulting from FH
O fenburg, Germany. Apart from following his travel ambitions, Rohit likes to spend time
socializing with friends in beautiful Munich biergartens and play snooker and various
board games.

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Bong Connection
Viewpoint - Avana Maity
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family like
Sampriti@Munich.
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bond there is
between all these
Sampriti members
make me feel more
connected to
Kolkata, Bengal and
more close to the
highly treasured
Bengali traditions. I
have been staying in
Munich since past
1.5 years but with
the first event of
2017 'বস এেস গেছ'
organised by

L
Sampriti I got
ife is be parted away introduced to many
miraculously from the culture, of these wonderful
short and from the language, hearts. My thanks to
uncertain from the food, from everyone would not
period of the festivals and be enough who
time when one tries from the whole introduced me to my
to achieve all the environment what new family in
goals and fulfil all shaped us since our Munich, with whom
the desires. But it childhood. I can celebrate "বােরা
Avana Maity came to would be
মােস তেরা পাবণ"
Germany for MBA and meaningless if this In the midst of all
these foreign
is now working as a lifetime has to be
attitudes, lifestyles, I have always
Finance Controller in spent alone amidst
job environment, thought that I am so
Munich. Music, dance all these
which we try to own not homesick, and
achievements. Every
and riding motorbikes slowly, we still miss be it any situation I
individual has
are her passion. the homely feeling can adapt myself
different reason(s) to
somehow. But when very well. But when
leave homeland - be
you have the I actually flew to
it job, studies or
likeminded people Germany in 2014, I
family but it does
around you, there realised that living
hurt sometime(s) to
grows a whole abroad is much more

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than just taking a with my new Rabindrasangeet after work, watching some
step up the career surroundings I had Bengali movies or attending an event within
ladder. This new and to discover new the Bengali diaspora in the city are really
exciting experience hobbies and satisfying. The belongingness to the art,
has offered many completely new me. culture and mindsets intensified
possibilities but has My passion exponentially once I found my home
also confronted me developed in connections thousand miles away in
with entirely new cooking, travelling, Munich. Bengali heritage, tradition, divinity
obstacles and issues. exploring new is so much close to me that even living so
Learning the local cultures etc. I was far away from Bengal, I still deify all of it.
l a n g u a g e , almost on the verge
successfully finishing of believing that all "I seem to have loved you in numberless
the academics when my Bongness would forms, numberless times, in life after life, in
finally job search disappear "Out of age after age forever." - Tagore
came to an end, the sight, out of mind".
fact that this foreign
country is for an The simple joys of The warmth, the bond
extended stay, cooking Bengali there is between all these
maybe even for cuisine at home all
good, did not sink in by myself, making
Sampriti members make me
for quite a while. To sweet delicacies, feel more connected to Kolkata,
actually settle in s i n g i n g Bengal
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 চালিচ - বা লন
Photo-essay Ranadeep Dhar

মান
স ট াগ িন
রাই র
৮ ৯ ৪ সােল া হ য় . তারপ
জন ১ ার ক র ার
ক রা র ব বহ আব

R
হ া র হস া েব প র
eichtag ব ব ি এর
ি হসােব ে ক প ালােম
ক প ুনগঠন
ম ে
পালাে অবিধ
এ এ
স া া েজ র স া ল া র নতে
জা ম া ন
১ ৯১ ৮ া ন ফ
ি ছ ল এবং ল ড নরম হয়
েয় পিত রা র
ক রা হ শ া র ক
ােল ি ব বহ
1999 স ম ি হসােব
ে
পালা
জা ম া ন

িহ েমাটের বািড়, পশাগত

ভােব অেটােমা ভ
সফটওয় ার ইি িনয়ার।
KODAC KB12 িদেয়
হােতখিড়। ছাটেবলার এই
ভােলালাগাটা পশা না
হেলও নশােত অবশ ই

H
পিরণত। ইউেরােপ পাচ
বছর, তারমেধ জামািনেত olocaust memorial
িতন বছর হল বসবাস।
মূলত লং এ েপাজার
" মেমািরয়াল অফ মাডারড িজউস অফ ইউেরাপ" ক "হেলাকা মেমািরয়াল"ও বলা হয়। ি তীয় িব যে র
আর পাে ইট বিশ
পছে র। সময় না জীেদর হােত মৃত িজউেদর ারক। এখােন ১৯০০০ বগ িমটার জায়গা জুেড় মাট ২৭১১ খানা
কংি ট এর তরী াব আেছ। ধারণা করা হয় সই সময় ায় ৩ ল িজউ হেলাকা এর িশকার হেয়িছল
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 E
ast Side Gallery
াধীনতার এক
আ জািতক ারক। এ
বা লন শহর এর ক েল অবি ত
বা লেনর াচীর এর ১৩১৬ িমটার
দীঘ অংশিবেশষ। এেত সারা পৃিথবীর
িশ ীেদর 105 পই ং আে
য েলা বা লন াচীেরর পূব িদেক
১৯৯০ সােল আঁকা হেয়িছল। এ ই
স বত বহ ম ও দীঘতম দীঘ ায়ী
ওেপন এয়ার গ ালাির

বা লন লাইট ফ

বা লন লাইট ফ ভাল িত বছর

ভাল

অে াবর মােস অনু ত হয়, এই সময়

শহেরর সব আইকিনক এবং
ঐিতহািসক াপত েলােক লজার
িদেয় আেলািকত করা হয় । এছাড়া
এক িতেযািগতার মাধ েম থম ৫
জনেক বেছ নওয়া হয় যােদর লজার
শা ক াে নবগার টর এ দখােনা হয়

রা তর বা লন

- ী নদী [এই ী নদীর ওপেরর

ি জ তােতই শাহর খ খান এর ডন
২ এর ং হেয়িছল]
- বা লন এর িভ টাওয়ার
- বা লন ী মাস মােকট এর
নাগরেদালা

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 Kaleidoscope of Moments
Life hack - Sonia Ghosh

Priscilla was sitting on a grey metal chair in the Munich arbeitsamt office, as the gloom of the
cold rainy day percolated through the window panes of the dull room. She has recently
relocated from Ukraine to Germany in search of a better life. A two year conflict in rebel-held
eastern Ukraine had proved to be a challenge in her promising career as an IT specialist.

Pris was a loner. She had this ability to spend hours talking to herself in her mind. As a child,
her favorite game was to randomly pick up someone and secretly simulate their responses to
different situations of their life. She often emulated Will, the bus driver who dropped her to
school when she was 13. Unlike other children, she was not interested in the steering wheels,
but the carefree attitude of Will amused her. Though she was smart and quite popular during
her bachelor’s, she never actually felt the need of a companion to find happiness. She
thought, her thoughts were her best companion.

But today, she craved for the warmth of a friend in this foreign land. She felt restless and
miserable, waiting for hours in arbeitsamt office in hope of a job. "Ukraine stands fourth in
the count of certified IT specialists after US, India and Russia, but the political turmoil would
never help me achieve and learn as I deserve to", she murmured. But, the uncertainty in this
new episode of her life soon challenged all her confidence. Being a jobless vagabond, unsure
of any financial security in future was the last state that she ever pictured herself in. As she
waited frowning as a bitter soul, evaluating the possibilities to shine in her career even after
the current stream of failures, she got completely consumed with regret for her stupid
decision to blindly bank on a bunch of fake promises.

“I come from Syria”, suddenly a sharp, determined voice startled her, bringing her wavering
mind instantly back to the grey room. “I am Saraah”, the lady sitting right opposite to Pris,
continued speaking with minimal gestures, as her eyes conveyed where her words or gestures
failed. She was talking to a girl, sitting next to Pris. Then she glanced at Pris, blinked twice
and smiled. Pris realized, she was gazing blankly at her, all the time she was doing her
mental calculations about the job prospects. Instinctively, Pris blinked back at Saraah with a
slight curl on her lips. The girl, sitting next to Pris, sipped her cola, and replied back to
Saraah, “I’m Aliza. You know what it means? Aliza signifies the joyful ability to rise above
nature. Saraah means happy, right?”

Saraah smiled affirming. “Since when are you staying in Munich?” she asked.

“Since my birth. My parents are Jewish, and they were born in Germany too. Now, don’t think
I’m into money lending” Aliza giggled with her eyes raised to her brows. “I have just finished
my bachelor’s in comparative literature from LMU and here I am looking for some decent job
from arbeitsamt. How about you Saraah”.

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 “I’ve come here 2 months back. Well, I don’t bank on stereotypes Aliza, and so dear, I’d never
think you’d be in money lending!” she smiled and continued. “It excites me to tell you that, I
had done my master’s in related fields, English Literature it was. Dan Brown’s books are my
favorite, though they were not a part of our curriculum. Well, then times changed. Rebel
groups emerged in Syria, the university building for English Literature got reduced to a
dilapidated ruin. Moral policing started, some of my friends were forced to join the moral police
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squad, whip their classmates for misconduct and even kill them. The natives of Syria became
petty pawns in the hands of external forces, you’d understand what I mean, I’m sure the news
of the self-proclaimed saviors are broadcasted in all over the world, just that the New York
Times and Moscow Times have amazingly different versions. To be honest, I am also clueless
about who the true savior is!”. She gave an icy smile, her eyes rolled up in disdain, ''My dear,
I’m not going to give you an account of what women of Syria are going through and make you
shudder in fear, but,….”

Aliza interrupted, “Please don’t. My grandpa was a holocaust survivor and he too would never
talk about World War II. It pained him. But still, he would quote from the Torah that instead of
thorns, shall come up the cypress.”

“Yes”, agreed Saraah, “and to grow that Cypress, we need to join hands. The atrocities are more
pronounced in this world because, war-mongers are more active than peace-lovers. But, I
assure you dear, there are more peace lovers in this world. Here, in Munich, most NGOs here
have put on boards declaring that they can’t accept more volunteer in refugee asylums as there
is a huge waiting list of volunteer applications. So, you can pretty well understand how many
people are willing to serve and bring back peace. After my narrow escape from the
pandemonium that my native has become, I too am serving in such an asylum, reading happy
stories and conducting group workshops for kids, who have never seen anything but violence in
their 5-6 years of life. Trust me Aliza, after this war and innumerable physical assaults that I’ve
gone through, I’m a richer person who has been stripped off from everything that are
considered as securities of life. Now I am, with the bare minimum, and that makes me realize
how many futile pursuits we have in life! I think, this face of mine, wreathed in smile is a
testimony of the fulfillment that I get from my life now.”

Till now, Pris was consuming every word that came out of Saraah, forgetting her very
existence. The grey drudgery of the surroundings and her notion of absolutism seemed to get
dissolved in the stream of words. The very thought that, after being crushed in adversities of a
brutal war, Saraah’s virtues shined brighter, swept Pris off her feet. The relativity of this
revolving world with all right and wrong seemed like a harmonious symphony. There was a
strange, yet strong sensation near her heart or throat, she was not sure exactly where it was;
and neither was she sure if the feeling was of expansion, or emancipation, as she has never felt
such a thing before in her life. Fountain of deep reverence washed away the feelings of mere
pity that prevailed in her mind for the plights of refugees; a tidal wave of moral responsibilities
drowned the petty desires. “Me and my impaired minimal self-experience of happiness!” she
smiled, as she remembered all the turmoil that was going on in her mind for a job and financial
security. Amidst all this tumultuous waves of sensation, a kind of surety was settling in her.
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 She was now certain that the social promises of well-being from a life of conformity is nothing
but patterns seen through a kaleidoscope – the colors of individual pieces of glass when seen
from the eye-hole of the kaleidoscope are attractive, but handling those pieces without care
results in a stream of blood from bruises. In reality, the very thing called security is a castle built
in air. Happiness from security of possession or people is ephemeral as the desires and
expectations are ever-changing with the wheel of time. There is no greater joy than exploring
this evolving horizon of life as a whole, challenging the veracity or stability of the illusions of
truth. The true meaning of life unfolds with pushing the boundaries of our bias through serving
one and all. Life’s incredible beauty lies in growing through encounters with new experiences.

Pris stood up, took a step towards Saraah, held her hands and said: “I’ve walked a light year in
few moments while I was listening to you. I know I won’t go back to where I started as I walked
in this room today. I don’t know if I can ever convey what you have given me in the past few
minutes, but your exemplary character has served as the deepest wisdom I have ever received. I
just want to make one promise that I’ll never leave a chance to dive into the mysteries of this life
and dedicate it for happiness of all”.

Saraah smiled back at her, as Pris walked past the room with no shadow in her wake.

A next door girl, brought up in a 1947 building in South Kolkata. where most part of her
childhood spent reading myriad sorts of things - fictions to biographies, poetry to gra fiti.
And, this faith in a world beyond the tangible one has acted as a stimulus to pen down own
imagination, which is mostly driven by ideology than experience. Well, "''You may say I'm a
dreamer, but I'm not the only one.''

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LIFE
LIFE_ A game of some DAYS,
An ADVENTURE of an unknown PLACE,
Unparalleled events leaving no TRACE,
Has many faces;
Some very funny,
Poem - Tufan Das Some too threatening,

While, some full of GRACE...

LIFE_For some it signifies FREEDOM,
A FREEDOM to express LOVE;
A Love where
A LADY brings up another LIFE,
A FRIEND gives up his LOVE for saving a LIFE,
A MOTHER sacrificing his son for saving the nation's LIFE...

LIFE_For some it’s a PARTY,
A PARTY which never CEASES, it just goes ON,
A PARTY where MUSIC beats make the HEARTS dance till
DAWN,
A PARTY having NO Limits, No Boundaries, No DEADLINE;
A never ending OUTING full of pumped up ADRENALINE...

LIFE_A notice period of some YEARS,
For some, FULL of Nautanki & TEARS,
Some like risking every moment without FEARS,
While some accelerating it on the top GEARS...

LIFE_For some it’s THRILL,
Always thus they keep on saying "Arey, Bhondhu Just
Chill",
Seen singing for girls "Kabhi, Toh Mil",
And thus keep on playing with multiple "Dil"...

LIFE_For some a MISSION,
A MISSION having no seat for EMOTION,
A MISSION where 'WORK-WORK-WORK' is their only
FASHION,
A MISSION having multiple critical RELEASES of TENSION...

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 LIFE_For some it’s REVOLUTION,
A REVOLUTION full of infeasibile ideas & INNOVATION,
A REVOLUTION carving the path of a new EVOLUTION,
A REVOLUTION where initially we LAUGH & later begins the process of APPRECIATION...

LIFE, Speaking truly, is a blend of all this SEASONS,
The Mantra "Simple Living, High Thinking" is the only SOLUTION,
Implementing whatever you feel without any CONFUSION,
FACEBOOK, TWITTER is not the real life, Just an ILLUSION,
LIFE is LIFE; Let it flow like WATER, full of REJUVENATION,
And here it is this TIME to try for a new TRANSFORMATION...

Tufan works as a Technical Leader providing Automotive SW solutions for KPIT

Technologies in Munich. He believes in leading life as an athelete, loves playing
Football, Cricket, is an active runner. In his free time he acts photographer cum painter
cum writer cum explorer of new places. Believes in living life kingsize.

www.germany.kpit.com

KPIT Deutschland – IT-Anwendungen, Beratung und Produkt Entwickung!

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Of metamorphosis...
Reminiscence - Ankitaa Bhowmick

T
hat very word in the title sums up my journey hitherto. It is a journey that, like
every aspiring student’s, began with a dream and fruitfully paved way into living
that dream.

I came to Munich exactly 4 years ago to start my Master studies in Informatics at TUM, (my
Facebook memory popped up today and reminded me as well) and the journey thereafter has
been remarkable and positively transformational.

In the first week, first time in “Phoren”, my brain signals did go through quite some peaks and
troughs. There was so much to conquer, so many “firsts”….

The happiness of being all by myself, the blissful independence, and the loneliness
thereafter…
Acclimatizing to the weather – beauty of sparkling-white snow eventually marred by its
grey gloominess.
The interesting and informative international milieu in the university - the awkward
inquisitions from internationals about Indian affairs and realization of my own trivial
knowledge about international affairs.
Overcoming the culture shock, language barriers, style/fashion misfit, Euro-INR conversion
for every cent spent.
Getting used to NO noise pollution - The silence of the dogs (its almost weird that German
dogs don’t bark and German babies don’t cry!!!)
Learning to be self-dependant– To start with, cooking, completing administrative paperwork
(approaching the German “babus”), lifting the weekly grocery (no rickshaw till doorstep) all
on my own!
Realizing the importance of our loved ones more than ever - Parents becoming tech savvy in
order to stay connected. Digitally-dependant dates with then-boyfriend-now-husband Amit,
who was miles away in Bangalore. (Distance bound our hearts closer)
Becoming friends with students from our neighbouring countries (read Pakistan/Bangladesh)
– the world seems so much more a better place when knowledge and education overpowers
belligerence (this point came out more philosophical than I intended)

The list could go on and would go on to prove how every storm eventually settles and gives
way to beautiful sunshine.

Four months on, not only did the European summer finally show its brightest side, I had also
successfully completed my 1st semester of Master studies, secured a part-time position in a
research institute and travelled a week-long budget-vacation in Italy. Bygone were the
probation months and I had accepted Munich (Germany) as my home away from home. As
much as I missed my “Desi” humdrum, the present habitat didn’t seem alien either. I was as
much in step with the city’s stride as I was with my own aspirations.
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 Back in India, I was a regular 9am-5pm employee in Accenture, Bangalore, where I lived the sort of
high-potential-energy-low-kinetic-energy-IT engineer life, encompassed by the mundane. After
moving to Munich, there was so much that I was doing beyond my regular course of studies, all of
which had a positive transformational affect on my life. I had been working and earning to self-
support my studies and livelihood. I travelled to different countries and learnt something new with
every experience. I learnt to manage time between work, studies, entertainment and self-
development. I was inspired by German lifestyle in order to incorporate fitness and sports as a part
of my daily life. I went to treks on weekends, cycled to the lakes in summer, ate salads for lunch and
went to the gym to relax after work!!! (Exclamation-worthy for the inherently-bong-self) We
organised regular meet-ups within our “desi” gang and I became an expert cook (self-proclaimed). I
could pull off an all-nighter (read Party) and be present for a seminar next morning at the
university. I was a part of many on-stage dance performances at university, flash-mobs and in our
Sampriti group (the last time I did any gyration was in middle school maybe). I learnt how to bake,
to swim, to converse in German (also better “Bangla” and some “Urdu”), to thread my own
eyebrows, fixing stuff (bicycle punctures to broken valve of washing machine) and so much more.

Two Oktoberfest (28 months) later, I graduated with a Masters degree in Informatics. Well begun
and half done! The very competitive job market was waiting to grab me in as a highly qualified
professional. Or, so I thought. Although I was quite pro-active with my job applications, starting few
months before completion of studies, it took four solid months and scores of interviews to finally
secure my best job offer. Eventually, all the efforts had fallen into place and I started working full-
time right after my graduation. That was followed by my sprint-wedding in India and Amit’s arrival
to Germany and start of his master studies in Kaiserslautern.

Life in Munich had new challenges in store. I was faced with the Herculean-task of finding a flat in
Munich, improving my German in the process of negotiating with flat-brokers, buying and mounting
new/2ndhand/free furniture, more administrative work (Blue card, marriage registration, tax
returns, sponsorship letter for parents, etc., etc.), trainings at work, travelling for work, travelling
on weekends to meet Amit, planning parents visit to Germany, and life moved on…

And life shall go on, jolly well. Challenges in a foreign land ultimately bring about the best in us.
And optimism holds our hand to clear the mists and seek the brighter day yonder. I have grown up
here, rather “wisdomified”, if I may say. Beer has given way to red wine. Friends have become my
family. The strands of grey prove that my brain is running the extra-mile.

The metamorphosis has brought the most radiant “Probashi” butterfly out of its cocoon.

"Probashi Bangali" in Being, "Bharatiya" in Make and "Phorener" at Heart. This world feels like
home.
Computer Engineer by Qualification, IT consultant by Profession and a Vagabond by Nature. I
take this world as my own.

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এক বস স ায় Life is a mysterious journey
কিবতা - সামনাথ পাল Poem - Somnath Pal

খালা জানালা িদেয় নীল আকােশর িদেক তািকেয় Life is a mysterious journey
মন ভেস জেত চায় সুদূর পাহােড়র সীমানায়, It has so many puzzles to solve
Every day we fight to survive
বাধনহারা আেবগ িদেশহারা রামধনুর রেঙর ছটায়
We are trying our best to evolve
মন য হেয়েছ আজ পিরপূণ কিতর নশায় ।
Friends are the breath of fresh air after a
রা ায় িন েয়াজন পাতার মশ অনুপি িত storm
জানায় শীেতর অবসান বসে র আগমনী, Friendship teaches us right and wrong
কেনা ঝােপর মােঝ নতন ফেলর সৗরভ Life without friendship appears imperfect
Friends give hopes and make us strong
জাগায় অলীক অনুভিত, আিম িফিরি আনটিন ।


Parents are the shelter to feel at home
সূেযর স ােলােকর ছটায় নদীর জল সানালী They are the way to grow as a person
িফেক হেয় যাওয়া ঘােসর নতন আ কাশ Without them success looks failure
িচ ােলােকর দরজায় আজ পেরেছ অ ায়ী তালা With them an animal becomes human
মেন আজ সাথপরতা আর আকা ার সহবাস ।
Partner comes late but becomes destiny
A person suddenly becomes our world
চঁ ােদর জ াৎ ায় পৃিথবী যন মায়ােলাক
Someone to ensure when we are confused
শীতল হাওয়া বেয় যায় রােতর িনঝমতায়, A person who will always be there by our
তারকাখিচত রােতর আকােশ মেঘর আনােগানা side
মশ সময় বেয় জায় জ াৎ ার ি তায় ।
Life is a beautiful journey
া চােখ ধীের ধীের নােম ঘেমর ঠউ It has so many things to offer
Yet we ignore them
হেয় যায় িন ে আেরা এক িদেনর অবসান,
We always seek to achieve more
রেয় যায় মেন িকছ ৃিত আর নতন ত াশা
নতন িদেনর আশায় মন সাজায় নকশী কঁ াথার মাঠ ...

Somnath is passionate about travelling and meeting new people, learning new languages
and cultures. He came to Germany 3.5yrs ago as a Master student of So tware Engineering
at Hochschule Hof, Germany . He has worked for Volkswagen in Wolfsburg for 2yrs and
now working for Avanade which is a joint venture of Accenture and Microso t. Apart from
travelling Somnath likes photography, writing and spending time in cooking.
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 Not an adjective
Poem - Ushashi Basu

My thin skin, lungs,

Shrouded over my feeble, decrepit bones I’m slowly eaten away by dark robed ghouls;
As I barely live by; Don’t say it – even when you’ve cried a little
Don’t say it – even when you’re hungry, and because you had a fight,
you’ve slimmed a little, Don’t say it.
Don’t say it. Depression is not an adjective.
Anorexia is not an adjective.
From the alphabets that tango on the page,
The recurring twitch, To the paranoia as I walk down the corridor,
The constant itch on my neck, my heavy From overwhelming ecstasy today,
breathing To the dark room I will lock myself in
Tender palms drenched in sweat; tomorrow,
Don’t say it – even when you’re panicky, I’m stuck.
and you’re scared, Tumbling down
Don’t say it. an abyss that begins but doesn’t end.
OCD is not an adjective. So stop.
My disorder is not your adjective.
I toss and I turn,
My throat parched, my mind fatigued
My eyes adjusted to the white ceiling;
Don’t say it – even when you’re awake till 3,
sending out texts and completing pending
homework.
Don’t say it.
Insomnia is not an adjective.

As I fight my demons,
And try to extinguish the fire conjured in my

Ushashi is 18, blogging, sleeping, and living the life. She likes to keep faith and work hard. She is an
aspiring science journalist.

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শহর কলকাতা
কিবতা - ঋিষতা দ

মধ িব , িন মধ িব , গরীব, বড়েলাক
একসােথ দখেব চােখর এক পলক
৫ টাকার মুিড় থেক ৫৯৯ টাকার চেকােলট াটস্
পােব সব যমন থাকেব তামার নাটস্
শহেরর রাদ, ব , ধেলামাখা রা া িদেয়
২৪০ বাসটা রাজ যায় বাদুড় ঝালা লাক িনেয়
আবার সই রা ােতই দখা যায় অিড
কনভা বল িব.এম.ডবিলউ, হাইএ বিড
হাকেগ যাক লাল-সবেজর লড়াই
তব আমার শহর িনেয় করেবা বড়াই
ীেণ েরর ঘ া, চােচর বল, মসিজেদর আজান
আমার শহর কেরেছ সমান আহবান
ক.িস.দাস, ভীম নাগ, বা ারােমর শহের
িম দই, সে শ, রসেগা া রাজ কের
তব ঝকমেক রে ারােয় রমরিমেয় চেল মাগলাই
কমিত নই সাউথ ইি য়ান, চাইিনেজর বালাই
হয়েতা পাে যাে শহেরর অেনক িকছই
তব পা ােব না বলা বাস, র িব রায় কখনই
বদেল গেছ আ া িক বদলাইিন কিফহাউস বািড়টা
ঠনঠিনয়া, কেলজ ট কঁ ািপেয় যায় আজও াম গািড়টা
পাে গেলও রবী স ীত পা ােব না গীতিবতান
সের যােবনা হাওড়াি েজর খঁ র ান
লাল পের শািড় করেব মা দূগার আরাধনা
শষ হয়না এখােনও কলকাতার ব না

ছাটেবলা থেকই মেনর ক না েলােক গাছােনা বা আেগাছােলা ভােব আ িরক র প

িদেত ভােলাবাসত ঋিষতা। তাই আজ িনেজর দশ ছেড় এত দূের এেসও ছাট বড়
অনুভিত, অেনক ভােলালাগার কথা গদ বা পদ র প নয়

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 Portraits of Munich

by Sanjukta Sen

Sanjukta Sen (born 1995, Mumbai), has enjoyed dabbling in art throughout her childhood. She started
sketching seriously while she was studying Politics at University of Cambridge. She developed and fine
tuned her skill under her mother’s guidance. She practiced whenever she found time,sitting on side
walks, and sketching buildings and people around her. Besides “Urban sketching, she also does “Still Life
studies”. The love for Urban Sketching has allowed her to see the world in a very different light. She has
captured the essence of Singapore, Munich, Cambridge and London through her sketches. At present,
she is doing her Masters in International Relations at LSE, London.

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 Epic War
Oil on Canvas
Sagarika Sen