Monday 25 December 2017

Satyanusanndhan :Coolection of SIx plays in Assamese





My new book Satyanusandhan (সত্যানুসন্ধান), a collection of plays has reached the store.
It is Distributed by: Bandhav  ,Panbazar (বান্ধৱ, পাণবজাৰ)
Interested readers can go through the book and will be obliged if you give your valuable feedback (Whatever the cynicism, criticism it may be please do discuss in open)
Few of our readers are not acquainted with reading ASSAMESE drama (I don’t claim to be a master craft though) but reading plays can be a enchanting experience.
Why this new book?
“We have entered a post truth age, searching for truth has become obscured idea
Post truth phenomenon has entered the world of performance art so as in plays  
Has it hindered the importance of written word (or playwright as a whole?)
That makes documentation of this search for truth (সত্যানুসন্ধান), necessity.
Name :Satyanusandhan
Page no : 208
Price :180 only 

It contains three full length Play
one each -One act Play ,Children's Play and a Street Play

 
Publisher :Bhargavi Prakashan ,Assam contact :bhargaviassam@gmail.com
Distributor :Bandhav ,Panbazar,Guwahati , conatact bandhavpublication@gmail.com



Tuesday 7 November 2017

Choking air and us



I live in Meerut, some 60 km away from Delhi and I was just wondering that age is taking toll on my health. Since last four days there is a general sense of fatigue, breathlessness, sense of not being well and slight cough. As temperature is changing a little children are also coughing and sneezing.  On top of it the children are also waking up alternately at night, crying and coughing.  After helping them to sleep again there is a feeling of suffocation in the air that is not relived even after opening the door. Then we have to wake up early in the morning for school and work feeling lethargic for the whole next day. This has become a vicious cycle.
On the top, it has been all smoky and smoggy even inside our house. Not to speak of outside.



 I could hardly see anything in the morning; in the noon forget the evening or the night. I could see every children coughing as they are waiting for school bus. But temperature is not that low as it seems in the photographs .  



 A layer of mist covered my car window; I wiped it clean only to find a layer of black dirt being erased.
Frosted dirt we are breathing in

Are these the air we are breathing in! I asked my young students –they are also feeling the same.
Then the pollution news started pouring in and there was some paradoxical relive. Hey may be its not my age, anyway I am never that old.
Another paradox may be my car, my refrigerator my life style is contributing to these.
Then comes today’s TOI head line ….DELHI_YOU_ARE_ KILLING_ ME

May God bless us #

Thursday 23 March 2017