Resurgence

The Dark Knight was the first movie to which I gave standing ovation in a theatre – the cinematic experience was so overwhelming that I could not stop myself from doing so. My friend was surprised at my reaction – ‘you generally do not react like this’, he said. Since then, I have given standing ovation to two other movies (‘Avatar’ for its sheer brilliance in conceptualizing an entirely new world and ‘Inception’ which was another masterstroke from Christopher Nolan). Naturally, I had humungous expectation from ‘The Dark Knight Rises’ especially as it promised to be an ‘epic conclusion’ to the Dark Knight Legend. It is almost a week since the ‘conclusion’ unfolded on the Silver Screen – there is no need to recommend or criticize the movie as almost all of you would have seen it by now. The reaction to the movie has been mixed – which comes as a surprise to me. Christopher Nolan had set the bar very high in The Dark Knight and it would have been a miracle if he would have ex

No, no, no!! I am not going to give any technical ‘gyan’ on setting up a home theatre system. Most of you would know it much better than me. I am certainly not going to endorse a brand of home theatre system nor am I going to ‘crib’ on the fact that despite 3 years of working I failed to own a world class ‘personal movie theatre’ system dedicated for the sole purpose of screening movies and TV serial for me (though the idea is tempting… :P). What would you do if you are filled with an ‘emptiness of sort’ towards the end of a weekend? Well!! It doesn’t really matter (for this post at least) what you would do – what matters is what I did. I (as any well-educated guy would do) thought of intellectually analyzing the problem. To be honest I owe my bread & butter to the profession of ‘analyzing’ and hold my degrees (both graduate and post graduate) in areas which are deemed to be ‘closely related to Analysis’. Needless to say that I have claimed this personal trait as one of my

Much water has flown through the Ganges since I last visited my village Neura. A not so small hamlet in the hinterland, it echoed the old world charm then. I have heard that it has finally caught the ‘growth’ bandwagon and now boasts of good roads, a railway station and even a small cinema hall!! Back in late 90s, it was what we call the ‘backward area’. And yet somehow there was a distinct charm about that place. It was a fairyland to me – large gardens of mangoes and litchis in the backyard; vast expanse of green and a beautiful stream crisscrossing the village. Though the electricity would remain mostly elusive, I never felt even slightly bothered (and today, I desist to stay without her for a moment). I would go there every vacation to spend time with my grandparents and uncle – my father had moved to the state capital quite early to make his career. The incident I am going to narrate took place during a Durga Puja vacation. Puja used to be celebrated with much fervor in ou