The Statesman yesterday carried this article reminiscing about Rajshekhar Basu, who wrote under the pen-name of Parashuram. I am writing this particularly for my literate Bengali readers, though that shouldn’t make it uninteresting for all lovers of good culture, even those who are not
In the days when Tagore was still shining like the mid-day sun in
This is an age when millions of Bengalis are growing up to be ‘educated’ without reading anything outside
Well-enough qualified as a chemist to be hired by the legendary P.C. Ray for the
If that, even half a century ago, was what it meant to be a ‘successful’ man in Bengal, worthy of respect and emulation, how many of my countless students and ex-students under the age of 35 even understand what success means, let alone think of trying to reach for such standards? And how can they justify their not trying, except by either ignorance or apathy?