Karthik Blogs

  As I try to revive my  tryst with blogging, I ponder over what could be the best way to pen a few words. While blogging might be out of vogue, and out of fashion, I realize that my love for words will continue unabated. I commit to writing more, and loving each bit of it, the best way of doing a Sri Ganesh is to write an ode to the City of Joy and my dear departed father, both inseparable parts of me. In fact my late father Shri K. Subramanian was a true Bengali, even his last days his eyes would light up and shine bright at the mention of Kolkata or a Bengal Sweet Delicacy. When he was into his last few days, and it became increasingly difficult for us to make him have his food, my wife Hema asked him if he would like to have Mishti Doi, immediately the hundred watts bulb in the pupil of his eyes lit up and he repeated "Mishti Doi, Mishti Doi". I would want to admit a hard truth here. In the early days of his passing away, I was downcast, depressed, buckets into tears, my ...

If ever there is an opportunity to go back to a city that I love it would definitely be Kolkata. It is a city that continues to occupy my mind and will do so for a lifetime. There are memories that are associated with the city that simply cannot be wiped away. I will try to bring out my own sweet lingering moments that remain etched with me. I would like to present these as moments as I grew up: Moment 1. Triangular Park This definitely has to be my Moment no. 1 because we used to stay very close to Triangular park. Hazy memories yet quite vivid. We used to have a domestic help and his name was Sudama. He would take me to Teenkona park daily and we would play cricket on the long expanses of grass. Winters were especially enjoyable as there was nip in the air and just the right amounts of sunshine. There were several such moments at this location. Come October and this place would be teeming with activity. Durga Puja-my favorite festival and Teenkona Park would be the place ...