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May 31, 2021 Commentary from a car seat

May 31, 2021 Commentary from a car seat: It rained all day. They are calling for some more thunderstorms. It is a holiday for some – those who are connected with the USA. Today we remember those laid their lives down for the myriad of wars the young country has seen from its violent birth. It is as if my city weeps for the fallen. The rain came in spurts, it cooled the air, sometimes a chilly wind seemed to blow through the soul. Remembering the fallen. Those who served in the American military. The militaries across the World remember their fallen on various memorial days and on those days rains across the World act as reminder of the tears. Today, in the slow and painful birthing of a post-COVID-19 World there are other fighters, those who remain true to no single color – be the tiranga or the thirteen stripes. This military swore to defend the oath written by Hippocrates. The oath to “primum non nocere” – do no harm – first and foremost. But in doing no harm, much harm has come to t

May 30, 2021 Commentary from the couch

  May 30, 2021 Commentary from the couch: What happens after a storm is sometimes more important than what happens during it. Yaas came in with ominous possibilities. The city braced for it. Some parts of the city had electricity turned off. There was great foreboding that destruction was on its way. The reality was a little different. Much like the tsunami of cases that was predicted for India by the West at the beginning of COVID-19 in 2020, there was the sense that Yaas would be a devastating event rivaling the Aamphan of 2020. Thankfully the first wave was not as bad as anticipated. But it was the days after Yaas that surprised the city. The rain came after Yaas. Unexpected. As did the second wave of COVID-19. The deaths came in the second wave. The news turned bad quickly as water accumulated across the city, the trash was mixed in with the torrent and COVID-19 again took a back seat. The city was inundated, looking out the window there was rain and overcast skies. But that too cl

May 29, 2021, Commentary from Zoom

May 29, 2021, Commentary from Zoom: Today was an important day for some of us. About 52 weeks ago one of my bondhu from Calcutta Boys’ School (CBS) had suggested that, since many were in nearly two and a half months of lockdown in Calcutta and there were varying levels of lockdowns in the rest of the World, we should consider an adda on Zoom. The adda is an invention of Calcutta. It is an absolutely open-hearted conversation between friends about nothing. Many cultures have similar concepts but for people from Calcutta, the lifeblood is the adda. This is witnessed on the front stoops of the city’s houses, in the coffee houses, in family gatherings on Sundays after a sumptuous Sunday lunch of “pathar mangsho (mutton)” and myriad other food to be concluded with mishit doi (sweet yogurt) and if the season is right – aam (mango). Those memories linger in nearly all Calcuttans no matter where life has placed us. Without the adda, we are suffocated, and the best adda is when it is in the Ben

May 28, 2021 Commentary from the sofa

May 28, 2021 Commentary from the sofa: Does a body “Rest in Peace” after a cremation? For those who cremate their dead, is it fair to use the “RIP” epithet? I wonder. For many who cremate their dead there is an accompanying belief in the soul which remains and does never rest until united with a greater Good. I ponder because in one of my digital networks there were many RIPs stated, in deep grief, as we lost one of our own – from IIT – a person who clearly meant a lot to many of us. And to the best of our knowledge the disease was not involved in the felling which removed a slice from our collective narrative reality. A newspaper person. Does a part of reality disappear when a journalist can no longer write? That particular narrow slice of reality disappears forever, because there may not be anyone else in the World who knew the stories that the fallen was pursuing, had swimming in the head, to be put down on paper. Alas. We may never know. Even though I remain listed in the Board of

May 27, 2021 Commentary from Complacency:

May 27, 2021 Commentary from Complacency: Last year around this time there was a sense of “war.” Fighting the unknown with masks only. The war metaphor was being liberally used. Today the war, it appears, in some places has been won. Winning a war means you vanquish the enemy. The enemy lies slaughtered at your feet as you raise a bloody sword of victory or walk into a shop without masks. There are rules of war, there are metrics of winning and losing that in most cases there is a sense of comfort at the end of the war. Masks off. Order has been returned and reconstruction can begin. And that is why the war metaphor of last year now seems misguided because that same metaphor demands that an end to the war must be declared. There must be a resounding victory and public spectacle of the enemy beaten. Abbottabad. Tikrit. Berlin. The end of a war brings end to anxiety. Is there an end to anxiety today? How gingerly do we take the mask of? Are we sure we can take it off? The lockdown extend

May 26, 2021 Commentary from a place below

 May 26, 2021 Commentary from a place below: It was the full moon. Although the storm had hidden it, there were parts of the World where it could be seen. A very good bondhu shared a picture – the Flower Moon I think it is called. In the storm ravaged West Bengal and Orissa it would be the Buddha Purnima. A day of peace was ravished by the cyclone. The view from AC 140 was not especially violent, the trees were moving rather threateningly but the rain was not as bad as anticipated. Other places did not fare too well, the Sundarbans and the coastal areas offered shocking images of destruction. Storms are predictable. Indeed, the prediction technology has become increasingly accurate and thus the destruction, at least to human life, can be managed. In the meantime, the shock and awe media were ringing its hands with the disappointment of Calcutta being largely spared by the storm, denying the display of shocking images. We will know later how many perished and there will the standard rec

May 25, 2021 Commentary from a moving place

May 25, 2021 Commentary from a moving place: The storm turned. The rain in the morning was light, the sky was a strange shade of grey, the clouds seemed to be showing off the many shades of danger that a cyclone brings. Looking out through the window, there was only a little bit of rain. But that was only Salt Lake. Other areas were not spared as much, a tornado tore through a neighborhood close to where one of the Angels live. Tornados are a part of life in the Appalachian foothills, and much more in other parts of the USA. The pictures of the aftermath of a tornado is always the same – no matter if it is in Bandel or Louisville. The storm kept people indoors. Some waited through the morning, and when the rain was not as bad, some ventured out later in the day, things cannot be put on a greater stop than what the lockdown had already done. But the lockdown seems to have worked somewhat in other parts of India. The streets of Delhi are still empty, but the numbers are starting to come