In the vast golden dunes of the Thar Desert, my son Hulo and I created memories that will echo forever—Jeep Safari thrills, camel rides under endless skies, quad bike dashes, and that magical twilight glow from last year’s setting sun. Jeep Safari Thrill We kicked…

Standing amidst the snow-clad peaks of Davos, I felt a quiet pride stirring within me — the kind that comes when you see your nation’s story echo across global corridors. The World Economic Forum was not just a gathering of leaders and visionaries; it was…

In the golden haze of a father’s deepest dreams, my odyssey with my son Huloo—my little Prattay, the spark of my soul—unfolded like an epic etched in eternity. From Delhi’s majestic Red Fort, where Mughal whispers still linger in the red sandstone, to the soaring…

Only four men.Four different journeys.One sacred stage: the UEFA Champions League. Season after season, as stadium lights flicker on and an anthem echoes through Europe’s nights, there are a few names that refuse to fade into the background. They do not just appear in highlight…

Today, the spirit of Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose echoes louder than history books — it lives in every Indian who dares to dream beyond fear. Netaji wasn’t just a freedom fighter; he was a force of awakening — a symbol of what happens when courage…

Dakar glows in celebration, its heartbeat drumming to one name — Sadio Mané. Across the world, fans pause in reverence for a man who turned football into poetry — who carried a nation’s rhythm in his stride and Africa’s pride in his soul. From dust-laden…

January 12, 1863: Calcutta erupts in destiny’s wildfire—Narendranath Datta explodes as Swami Vivekananda, the storm-hearted sage! He thunders to youth: “First of all, our young men must be strong. Religion will come afterwards. Be strong, my young friends; that is my advice to you. You…

Bapi,Another year, another birthday without your hands to hold,yet everything around me still whispers your name. The morning light feels softer today,as if the sky itself remembers your smileand is trying gently to place it back on my lips. I close my eyes and you…

There comes a moment in everyone’s life when the script feels stuck. The same scenes repeat, the same characters drain your energy, and the same chapters weigh you down. You keep rereading what once defined you — mistakes, missed chances, and lost versions of yourself…

Beneath the eternal silhouette of Jaisalmer’s Sonar Kella fort, five decades after Satyajit Ray’s radiant masterpiece first gripped my five-year-old heart in Kolkata’s storied cinema halls—what we reverently called simply “Cinema Hall”—time crumpled like parchment kissed by forgotten winds. That wide-eyed boy, spellbound in rain-lashed…