UselessScriptures

It is indeed a news to rejoice. America has declared LGBT marriages as legal and more importantly acknowledged that sexual preference is not acquired but inherent, and legal regulations shouldn't bar a human being from loving (having consensual sex with ) another human being irrespective of gender. In a stark contrast to this, in our country a majority of our population doesn't even get to choose their life partner although they are of the opposite gender and laws have been enacted in black and white supporting such marriages. The family is still the ultimate authority in giving a nod to marriages. When citizens of this very country put up their profile pictures painted in rainbow , it smells like a revolution in offing which would tear apart the shackles of ancestral authority.  I have seen questions popping up from my friends whether those rainbow colored profile owners know  the meaning and history of it.This question however is very irrelevant according to me and I do not ...

The H1B Bongs' Durga Pujo The best words for every Bengali H1B holder in USA are “We have approved your petition for a non-immigrant worker”. The next best is definitely anything related to  Durga  Puja.   Bengalis are probably the least religious people in India and yet the jest they show for this religious event can belittle anyone other religious event celebrated in India. Any non-Bengali is shell-shocked hearing our gluttonic tales of feasting on mutton and chicken during  Durga  Pooja when the most active animal lovers forgo their platonic love for them. All this is probably because there is nothing religious about it.   Thakur Shab’s household is welcomed as we welcome any relatives visiting us. For readers who are more familiar with the handless Thakur who is hardly left with anyone in his household after Gabbar ran havoc; here we are referring to Shib Thakur who kept a family intact inspite of enjoying opium and other illegal pleasures and never bot...

Great people don’t wait for opportunities, they create them. But mediocrity and introversion run in my veins, and so did I wait for an invite from a good old teacher to take a stroll down my memory lanes to revisit my alma matter. Allow me to break the shackles of depressive gloom of Covid-19 , the rhetorics over the incompetence to tackle it and instead engage myself to pen down the reminiscences from my heyday of youth. Rather than prematurely rushing into the fragments of cherishing memories under the effect of dopamine, I would indulge in ventilating the essence of the era I started my academics. Rajiv Gandhi was the ruler of the land, Amitabh Bachchan was rocking the screens and Sachin had not made his international debut. That was the summer of 89. I took a small step into Augustines and a giant leap to shape my career. Getting admitted to an English medium school was no plain vanilla in those days. Needless to say my parents like many others were frowned upon for turning traitor...