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OUR BOYS NO LONGER LOLL UNDER OUR PAKUR TREE

15th November 2020 No Comments

Who are in charge of the destiny of our boys? nobody, they make their own destiny.   When I get a job, my worries for tomorrows’ dal and rice gone and I manage time to ponder over our boys.   At first I’m pained to see them lolling under our pakur tree dawn, noon, afternoon, evening the same boys, the same talks. then one day I buy a house in town and leave my village and my visits to village become irregular— a day in a month, a day in a half year, a day in a year.   And

RENDEZVOUS WITH A LEADER

27th February 2019 No Comments

its a tale of a over-enthusiastic village party worker who goes to meet his leader in a city gathering. It narrates his hopes, harassments, crude realisation, and so.

LAYERED MARGINALITY OF BENGALI MUSLIM OF WEST BENGAL: AN INTROSPECTIVE STUDY

10th May 2018 No Comments

Na kisee kee aankh ka noor hoon Na kisee key dil ka quaraar hoon Jo kisee key kaam na aa sakey Main v eek musht-e-ghubaar hoon -Bahadur Shah Zafar (1775-1862) Introduction Of every four persons in West Bengal, roughly speak ing one is a Bengali Muslim. Despite their numerical density and participation in different socio-economic activities their identity is basically singular, based only on their religious affiliation. They are solely “Muslims”. All other identities (Bengali, professional, educational, economic, residential etc.) are never acknowledged and often suppressed by popular lazy media, and concocted, unscrupulous power-hungry religious and political leaders and even

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