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Aging gracefully is a term often used to describe individuals who have accepted the process of ageing without trying to hold back time. Graceful ageing may be different for different individuals. For some, maintaining their age through various procedures and exercises can be a professional requirement, such as those in the entertainment industry. For some, it may be an uplift to their confidence, and for a few, it is a way to stay relevant over time.  For me, Aging is a process that involves a few steps. This is absolutely my personal perspective. I would like to term it as The Art of Aging. 1. To Accept It: Although a primary step, it is often the most difficult one.  We usually struggle to accept the fact that we are ageing. The saying "Age is just a number" is true, but there are a few things associated with ageing that we cannot unsee. The hormonal and physical changes that we go through can not be ignored. That is the sign of us, aging. Some may delay the process th...

I have been wanting to watch more movies for children, but that hasn't materialized. I remember the last one I watched was "If" starring Ryan Reynolds. But tomorrow, being Children's Day, I have decided to watch a movie with my daughter, if we have time at all. So, I planned to list a few films, particularly the ones adapted from Comics. Neither of us is a fan of superhero movies, so I would intentionally exclude them from my list. Let's begin creating a list now. It's going to be hard and time-consuming, but we will do it. 1. Dennis the Menace: I watched this film way back and enjoyed it thoroughly. The seemingly innocent mess that little Dennis got himself and others into, driven by his curiosity and restlessness, is presented in a hilariously amusing way. Although one can sometimes wonder how insensitive Mr Wilson can be around kids, we cannot deny the fact that he had every reason to do so. The scenario, where he invites guests to witness a rare miracle o...

Gayatri Gayatri didn’t wait a moment after entering the front door. She quickly went upstairs to her terrace garden. What she saw shattered her. The plants looked pale, in desperate need of care. The Marigold plant had dried up, with just one small leaf peeking out as if it were trying hard to survive with a faint hope. She immediately sprinkled water, along with a few drops of her own tears. She knew the chances of its survival were slim. For years, she had nurtured and cared for all the plants. When Sudhir was alive, they both shared the same hobby. Each plant was a poignant reminder of the sweet and bitter moments they had shared as a couple. From choosing the plants and sowing seeds to watering them regularly, their divided responsibilities were the most exciting part of growing the garden together. There were roses, hibiscus, and jasmine, and finally, the most precious of all—the Marigold. Even after Sudhir's passing, whenever she approached the bright yellow flowers basking...

Recently, I have watched a few newly released shows and movies on OTT. A very few of those truly made a mark. However, the most memorable one has to be  Ganoshotru. What is Ganoshotru? " Ganoshotru" means the enemy of the public. This Bengali show consists of just five episodes, each featuring five different stories. What the stories are about is the most interesting part. All the stories are about some of the most prolific criminal cases in Bengal. The period spans from the late 19th century to the 2015s Starting from the 19th century's most horrific serial killing cases, to that of a dreaded gangster of the 2010s, Ganoshotru has covered some remarkable criminals of Bengal and the massacres by them. Troilokya Tarini, a prostitute from the late 19th century, is often considered the first serial killer in India- the show has presented her story with various research by journalists, researchers and police. The role of Troilokya is played impeccably by Paoli Dam. Whether it...

During the launch of the book Blogchatter Book of Food, as an author, the first question I was asked by Ritcha was, "Where did this idea come from?" and she was talking about my story, " Four Weeks and Some Street Food". My reply was " All the places mentioned have been experienced by me." And that was so true. The four eateries that were part of my story were very much real, and I often visited them with friends and family.  So, last summer, after I received the much-awaited email from the Blogchatter editorial team about my story being selected for the Anthology, I thought of paying homage to those eateries by deciding to take my daughter to those places and try out the exact foods that I had spoken about.  My 10-year-old, whose love for food revolves around whenever she goes out with me, while she has at-home hunger pangs that strictly depend upon the menu of the day. Food of her choice (read: noodles, pasta, sandwiches, spicy chicken curry with poori) ...

She joyfully jumped forward, relishing the cool breeze that brushed against her face. This side of the woods always had a pleasant and calming atmosphere. Although she wished her friends could be with her, it was still early in the morning, and most of them were likely still asleep. With excitement, she headed toward the banyan trees, where she loved to swing from the aerial roots—such a fun activity!   As she navigated between the trees, she suddenly heard a peculiar sound nearby. What could it be? Her mother had advised her not to venture too far into the woods, particularly past the end of the lake. Yet, here she was, once again exploring beyond the boundaries she’d been given. Perhaps she would stumble upon a wonderland, much like Alice! Bringing her focus back to the present, she scanned her surroundings and was surprised to see a monkey observing her from the aerial roots of another tree in the distance. A wave of concern washed over her—what if it got angry and bit her? ...

You in My Pain I looked at you with swollen eyes, Trying to reason my feelings. When you cut all old ties, And any sort of dealings. Standing there, with bloated pride, All the spotlight, on your side. Leaving me here lonely and broken, With memories of your love as a token. Then the nights of cry and darkness Can they ever reach you through your fortress? Once, you gave me reason to live, Now you are my reason to grieve. This loneliness, pity and isolation, Is it your love's consolation? Or is it something forbidden? And maybe I was the one you got off, ridden. You in My Happiness Here you are, there again, With a smile, I had never forgotten. Standing like a king before me, This was supposed to happen; it's destiny. Happy feelings have started to bloom, Freeing me from moments of gloom. Relieving all pains from within, I have taken an oath to begin. Today I have realized, finally, You were not the one who left me lonely. You were not the reason for my pain, It was just the da...