Author: gdutta17

Born in the year 1968, my childhood was spent amidst the beautiful scenic landscape of a small town in India, Ranchi. Though an engineer by qualification, reading, writing and cooking are my passions. Another thing that I am passionate about is my country, India. As they say, a lifetime is probably not enough to explore the whole of India. Currently based in Kolkata, I can be reached at gdutta17@gmail.com.
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In Nature’s Lap

Is this what can be a home? A rocky bed In the midst of a sea? Beneath the open sky Exposed to nature’s elements Can humans truly survive? Why have we humans For centuries strived To shield us From this openness? Why have we tried to cover us From nature’s elements? Building stronger barricades Erecting … Continue reading In Nature’s Lap

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An Update

My dear friends from the community. Just wanted to post a quick update on the reason for my silence for a week or more now. The dreaded Covid caught up with me on the 26th/27th march and after struggling with home isolation and the fever showing no signs of coming down, I had to be … Continue reading An Update

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In Panda Land

“Sirs! I wanted to make you aware that you are now entering the habitat zone of the Himalayan Red Pandas”! We were on an adventure trip through the hills of North Bengal and had made a brief halt to let our motorbikes cool down a bit after tackling the arduous climb up the hill slopes. … Continue reading In Panda Land

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No Rainbows

An endless night. Kept awake by screams Inside the head And hunger In their bellies. Endless streams of tears, Like torrential rain, Creating a haze around the eyes. A country, Now no longer theirs. Uprooted from their land Forced into a life of vagabonds! A dream shattered. Struggles threaten to break resolve. Ends never seeming … Continue reading No Rainbows

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Voice Of Freedom

Walls everywhere! From my mother’s womb When I was born I cried out; in delight! Ahh! Freedom, I thought! No more constrictions! It’s a wide-open world now. Yet, the walls Always managed to come, Loom out of nowhere And encircle me, Creating a boundary Mute yet deafeningly vocal. Oh bindings! So stifling! “Where the mind … Continue reading Voice Of Freedom

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Encroachment

At the crossroads I sit Wondering-a la Robert Frost? Who knows what the future has in store; With the humans Inhabiting every inch of space. Threatened we feel every moment; Which tree is felled next? Which river or lake waters turn toxic And the fishes that we hunt Are all dead; Leaving nothing to feed. … Continue reading Encroachment

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Extraordinary?

Extraordinary? That’s certainly not me! In simple things I find my glee. Extraordinary? That’s not me! Content on an existence Simple and worry-free. Extraordinary? The celestial bodies may be so! I am dull as lead Not blue blooded, only red. Extraordinary? No questions can arise about this. No tricks up my sleeve Strive hard to … Continue reading Extraordinary?

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A Child at The Taj

There stood the monument, poetry carved out in marble and emitting mesmerising music when twilight hues play on it. The shades at twilight bathing the white marble in its hues had such a sublime effect that one couldn’t help but stand gaping at the monument. The monument dedicated to memory of the emperor’s love for … Continue reading A Child at The Taj