FIIOB : A CULTURE, A FAMILY

10393908_10152886937374614_4423738635825658287_n   It all started during World Cup 2014 when I saw a group of friends, Gourab Ghosh Roy ( Lord GGR), Kaniska Ghosh, Kanad Basu and others sharing posts regarding a certain group called FIIOB ( FOOTBALL IS IN OUR BLOOD).  ‘ There are so many groups in FB. Perhaps this one is just like those groups ‘, I thought but before I could settle down  upon my opinion, I was dumbstruck to find so many members posting the latest updates in the group and was even more shocked to find that a number of friends were there in the group, which includes my bestie, Ankan Sarkar. I decided to go through the group and what I found was beyond my expectation. I have always been a crazy lover of football and I cursed my luck ( Golum style 😉 ) for not knowing about this group; it was created 3 years back I, the ignorant fool,on one fine summer evening got to know about this wonderful group of Kolkata Tilottama . Ah well, they always say, ‘ better late than never ‘.

I have always been a lover of football since I don’t-know-when. I got initiated to this religion of ‘ football’ by my big brother, my jyatha ( uncle , who is also my godfather ) and my father and I became a die- hard fan of Argentina and Barcelona even before Lionel Messi started playing. I remember, as a kid, my first favourite player was Riquelme.  I became well acquainted with the game , its rules and everything related to it. Slowly as I grew up, I started taking interest in Fantasy Football, this one too, thanks to my dada. My knowledge was limited to the media and the little bro-sis talks that would occur once upon a blue moon when dada found time for long discussions over phone. And then FIIOB happened in my life.

 

YES !! I prefer to call it that way; “it just happened”.  I started learning new things, information to be precise and I was fascinated by the way the “ footy” was carried out ( thanks to my friends who went there and uploaded pictures ) and also the ‘ tourney ‘.  I slowly started making new friends and found fellow female football fans like Mimi Munshi and even though I personally don’t know Madhumita di, I heard a lot about her as well. They became my inspirations for my short story , ‘ All For A Game ‘ which is going to be published in an anthology soon, and which is based on a female football lover. This was just the beginning of the journey. I got to know my fellow ‘ fantasy football players ‘  , Kaniska and Gourab and felt as if I do deserve to belong to the group. I was soon joined by Arpita Banerjee, a very dear friend of mine and met my fellow Argentine fans, Devleen and Mimi.

 

As I became the silent observer to the frequent posts and events , I felt that FIIOB is just more than a group.  It has of course transcended the virtual world long time back and has established itself well enough in the real world but my point is , it is not like those groups who only talk about ‘ football’. FIIOB has created a culture of its own; ‘ the  footy picnics ‘, ‘ the tourney ‘, ‘ the FIIOB league in FPL and La Liga’, ‘ the FIIOB Fight Club ‘ and the list continues. It is not about loving the game or talking about it; it is about being a part of the game, it is about feeling the game, it is about reflecting the spirit of the game…. that is what FIIOB portrays. And all this is managed by the adroit hands of the moderators ( I am naming the people I know or I have heard about ; others, please don’t take this as an offense ) : Abhiroop Mankin, Deep Sarkar, Viv Sarkar, Tamas Sinha, Winston Dias and others. Kudos to all of you.

 

Today, FIIOB has more than 100,000 members and my newsfeed is flooded with friends sharing their personal experiences which they encountered in their journey with FIIOB and I found one word , common to 99.99 % of the posts : FAMILY . It takes a lot of effort to instil this idea of ‘ family ‘ among thousands of people and it is the passion and love for the game which nourished the group, which made it evolve into a ‘ culture’ , into a ‘ family’. Now when I  wonder “ What makes Kolkata Tilottama so special and so unique ? “, the only answer that comes to my mind is : FIIOB.  Trust me, this is not flattery. Think about it . A metropolitan city has heritage sites, parks, shopping malls  which are unique to the city but how many cities have a football group, which started its baby steps as a FB group and then slowly made its mark in the reality and extended beyond the city?  Just one, I can say. Yes, just one FIIOB of Kolkata Tilottama which has now become pan- Indian and ‘global’ to be precise.

FIIOB is a culture that has grown out of passion and love,  that has learnt to overcome the obstacles, accept the mistakes and move on; that has ‘upgraded ‘ itself in the ever changing diorama of life ; it had its ups and downs and it had molded itself but never got uprooted; the tallest branch of this ever blossoming tree might have gone beyond the layers of clouds called ‘ virtual group’ , ‘ real group’ and is now caressed by the clouds which nourish a ‘ family’ and breathes the spirit of ‘culture’, but it has its roots, fixed in the ground, firmly. If I am to describe what FIIOB is, the only thing I will be able to say is , “ FIIOB is the real-life version of Krypton, Asgard or Pandora.” I have joined recently and perhaps this is the little I could write about FIIOB. My journey will continue and I know I will meet more wonderful people and learn a lot and hopefully, will get the opportunity to be a part of the events. Perhaps then, I will be able to write a better article or a story on FIIOB.  THANK YOU FIIOB 🙂

A LETTER TO THE LETTER

images (3)

It was pretty humid with so many flabby , bulgy neighbors around. The train they said has been delayed and I of course, had nobody to talk to. Waiting is something which has been ingrained within me from the moment I was born, or rather, she would prefer to say it, “created”.

“A rare species ”, I heard him say as she talked about me with ebullience , over that electronic thing, which I disliked.

“At least not mainstream”, she had replied which made me feel special. Continue reading

DURGA PUJO 2014: A LIVING FAIRY TALE

1620375_10203679055074748_4545357112598000054_n

“Are you not missing Durga Pujo this year?”,  facing this question became a daily habit to me and my reply would be ,  “of course not “.I had literally made a template  to answer these questions which flooded my Fb inbox and whatsapp as  Kolkata Tilottama started her Pujo preparations from late August. Except for a few close friends who knew me personally, the rest were curious and poured in their infinite sympathy upon me  for no reason at all ; it was just because of the simple fact that I was staying with my dada during Durga Pujo 2014  and the place was Wichita, a beautiful city of lakes and jet planes, far in mid-west USA, safeguarded from the hustle and bustle  of Kolkata Tilottama.

I took the decision of staying there, out of my own volition ,for Durga Pujo in Kolkata had lost its charm after dada came to USA when I was 12 and the final detachment came with the demise of my jyatha ( my uncle , who is also my godfather) , four years after that. When I was booking my flight tickets, I knew I was going to miss the Durga Pujo but that didn’t clot a single cloud of sorrow in my heart. I was rather happy and perhaps , for the first time, I felt it would be the best pujo of my life. I got the inkling even before we knew the existence of the small community of Bangali in Wichita, even before we anticipated that we would get involved with the Durga Pujo of Wichita.

Everything has a first time. So did that one arcane positive side of my loquacious nature which never failed to get me into trouble. This time, however, it did the otherwise.  The ‘ Bangali get together ‘ in August drew the canvas of what I call, “ the best pujo of my life “, held on 4th October, 2014.  All 5 days, punched into one !! “What are you going to do ? “ , “You will miss all the fun !! “ All these questions had only one answer, “ I am with my family and I can’t be happier “. Yes, I was looking forward to my pujo with dada after 11 long years. It was a dream come true for me . Unlike other years, when I would sit at home, refusing to go out for pandal hopping, Durga Pujo 2014, even it be just a single day,  became the ‘El Dorado ‘version of  a day.

Well, it took me almost a week to struggle with the idea that I will be actually performing in the cultural function  with people whom I didn’t even know a month back. It took me some time to believe that this was a dream come true and perhaps, some dreams do come true and my dauntless belief that dada makes fairy tales come true was affirmed again. From the very day I was born, he has been guarding me like his own child, filling  in the voids of best friend and guardian and also, gave me a sister, by marrying someone, who has always been a sister to me, from the day I met her  6 years back  and never for a second, made me feel that we were not biologically connected to each other.

Group mails among Moonmoon di and Kallol became frequent and so did Mukul Aunty’s phone calls. Who would have ever thought that someone, who was just here in Wichita for a few months, would anchor the cultural function? And then direct and act in a ‘sruti natok’ ?  So this Snow White became the queen of the woods. The prince of course can wait !! He was not needed.

September 2014 revealed me the beauty of life and I saw the miracle of God in the smile of my newborn nephew, Baakyo. After so many years, I laughed during the days of Durga Pujo, even if it meant sitting at home, working on the script and rehearsing in front of the mirror. I was overwhelmed by  Mukul Aunty’s faith in my abilities even though she had not seen any before. The call from Mithu aunty on 1st October 2014  placed the last primary color of  happiness in my canvas. I and didi were invited to string the garland of the Devi !! Was it a dream?  Stringing the garland of Ma Durga ? Perhaps not. It was  the living reality and an opportunity, I thought would never come in my life. Miracles do happen. Perhaps, this was just the effect of the one that happened on 4th September, 2014 , with the birth of my Baakyo. 3rd October ,when everyone wished me ‘Subho Bijoya ‘ became a busy day for me.

It started with stringing the long garland of Ma Durga , with didi , at Mithu Aunty’s place and evening was all about decorations, rehearsals of play and of course, food, at Andover High School, the venue of our Pujo. Helping out dada in the freezing cold of an October Wichita evening  and then the long drive with him , gave me everything  I could ever wish for, ‘ be with dada during the Pujo .. just like good old days .’ Back home, we met didi’s childhood bestie, Apa di and her family. Now I have two more angels in my list : Anisha, my little princess of Nebraska and Arjun, the prince. After a session of adda, we decided to go to sleep and looked forward to the Saturday. Dada dropped me early by 9:30 am and familiar faces of Mukul aunty, Mithu Aunty, Ashish Uncle, Sen Sharma uncle,  Ruma aunty, Sobha di and others greeted me. Managing my black saree, I got involved with decorating the 108 diya,  and distribution of food. By 11:30 , the venue was filled with the chatters of people and I was joined by my family and friends , including Kuljeet didi ( who, in spite of being a non- Bengali was excited for the Pujo like us ) , Promit, my junior from J.U. who came to our  Pujo from Lawrence, thanks to the free ride, offered by Ranu Pal. Even before I could pinch myself, I was standing beside dada and giving ‘Oshtomir anjali’. It was followed by the sumptuous lunch with all the Bangali delicacies , starting from labra, khichudi , jhur jhurey alu bhaja, to Bangali mishti , made by the multi talented  people of our Bangali community who happened to be wonderful chefs too.

And then , it was THE TIME for me : THE CULTURAL FUNCTION. Ashish uncle, husband of Mukul Aunty, introduced me to everyone  , as the anchor  and then, I took over the microphone, trusting on the fate that brought me here. It was a two-and- a half hour cultural fantasy with some memorable performances by the talented performers like Lipi Dasgupta ( song), Moonmoon Chakraborty ( Song ), Bhadhuri uncle ( song) , Anusha (dance), Kaveri ( recitation ) and others; well, the list goes on. We had our share of fun while performing our sruti natok, “ AROUND THE WORLD IN 14 DAYS “,  making on-spot dialogues and then laughing backstage. Writing the script, revising it again and again, editing it , adding the suggestions of dada didi, then last moment rehearsal and the final performance : every color of it enriched my blooming petal of happiness; I stood on the stage, the diamond in my ears  sparkling proudly by the applause as I dedicated the performance to my one and only little bundle of joy , Baakyo; yes, it was the day he became one month old.

Things didn’t end there and it was the day when I had the “1st time “ of a lot of things, most of which were unexpected. After the cultural function, the Nabami and Dashami Pujo were carried out. And then I found myself dancing “ dhunuchi naach “ along with didi, Kuljeet didi, Lipi di and others. “ Me and dancing ?  Since when ? “ The thought is still resounding in my ears as I write the blog post. I was never ever a girl who would dance. But even the pictures show I was dancing. Magic? Fantasy ? Reality ? Or perhaps I was experiencing Garcia Marquez’s ‘ magic realism ‘. I can still feel the rhythm that captivated my legs, I can still feel holding didi and Kuljeet didi’s hands and dancing and singing “ bolo Dugga mai ki joy; ashche bochor abar hobe “.  We danced and danced perhaps for more than half an hour; in circles we danced; together we danced; me and didi, who herself is an excellent dancer. Then it was sindur khela and I, the “ crazy-girl-in-love – with –Flash- Gordon “ could not be a part of it. I wasn’t totally left alone by didi as she gave me a little round ‘ tilak ‘ of sindur in between my two eyebrows. I was never ignored by her and even if her best friend was there, she didn’t forget her lonely princess; a mother, best friend , a sister …. she too, like her husband, means everything to me and even on that busy day, she didn’t leave her little princess.  Adda was followed by dinner and I took my place beside Kuljeet didi as we served dinner to everyone, and on that alibi, got to meet more people which was eventually followed by more appreciation. “Good bye “ is just a countdown of another meeting.

We all have to say good bye. John Denver’s song played in my heart ,

“So kiss me and smile for me,

Tell me that you’ll wait for me,

Hold me like you’ll never let me go “.

Yes, it was the last time I had the opportunity to meet these wonderful people for this year. I was leaving the next Friday.However, I do know I will come back, perhaps next year. I had promised everyone I will .

As I bade good bye, Suvessa, dada’s post graduate student said , “ Next year, all of us will perform a drama “ and I had replied , “ I will start writing the script soon “.  My little princess of Nebraska , Anisha too promised me she will dance next year.

Every fairy tale has a happy ending but not mine. It is just ” to be continued ….. ”  As Tilottama Kolkata keeps on giving me a new reason to leave, everyday, even though, somewhere   my heart wants to stay, Wichita allays me with her cornucopia of love, faith, family and a living fairy tale , without Prince Charming , of course 😛 😀

SUDIPTO SPEAKS : AN INTRIGUING INTERVIEW WITH SUDIPTO DAS, AUTHOR OF THE EKKOS CLAN

banner 1 18195225 8-2

The Ekkos Clan
by
Sudipto Das
The Blurb
“The Ekkos Clan” is the story of Kratu’s search for the killers of his family, his own roots and the mystery behind his grandmother’s stories.

It’s the fascinating account of Kubha and the basketful of folklore she inherited from her ancestors. The eventful lives of Kubha and her family span a hundred years and encompass turbulent phases of Indian history. The family saga unfurls gradually, along with Kubha’s stories, through the three main characters – Kratu Sen, a grad student at Stanford, Kratu’s best friend TistaDasgupta, and AfsarFareedi, a linguistic palaeontologist.

Afsar hears about Kubha’s stories from Kratu in a casual conversation, but she figures that these stories are not meant to be mere bed time tales – they contain rich linguistic fossils and layers of histories.

In a bizarre incidentKratu miraculously survives an attempt on his life. His sister and uncle had not been so lucky. Were these murders acts of revenge, or a larger ideological conflict connected to Kubha’s stories which conceal perilous secrets that should be suppressed?

Afsar, Kratu and Tista travel across continents to unravel the mystery of Kubha’s roots and the origin of her stories.

At a different level, the novel subtly delves into the origin of one of the oldest civilizations of the world and the first book written by mankind.

Meet the Author

Sudipto was born in Calcutta to a family which fled Bangladesh during the partition riots of 1947. He grew up listening horrid stories of the partition, something which he has used extensively in his debut novel The Ekkos Clan. He completed his engineering from IIT Kharagpur in 1996. He lives in Bangalore.

The links :

Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Ekkos-Clan-Sudipto-Das-ebook/dp/B00I48VJV4/

Amazon.in http://www.amazon.in/The-Ekkos-Clan-Sudipto-Das-ebook/dp/B00I48VJV4/

Flipkarthttp://www.flipkart.com/ekkos-clan-english/p/itmdzcg7adjg8bnq?pid=9789381523957

Author Website :http://www.sudiptodas.com

Twitter :https://twitter.com/sudipto_das

Facebook :https://www.facebook.com/TheEkkosClan

Goodreadshttps://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18195225-the-ekkos-clan

Some Media Mentions

“A promising debut in the growing realm of modern Indian fiction” – Jug Suraiya

“An Indian thriller inspired by Dan Brown & Harrison Ford!… fast-paced thriller, replete with murder and miraculous escapes” – Telegraph

“If you are a history buff and a thriller aficionado, then [it] might just be the book for you” – The Hindu

“A tale of the Indian civilization and culture… takes you on a roller coaster ride” – The New Indian Express

“An interesting read for an afternoon… One feisty woman’s partition story” – Bangalore Mirror

“Should be read for its sheer aspiration and the intelligent handling of historical material” – The Sunday Guardian

“Is essentially a mystery novel, but is grounded in a substantial base of research and exploration into our past” – newsyaps.com
Check out The Book Club Tour Schedule
This Tour is Hosted by : THE BOOK CLUB

Hello friends. I would like to thank The Book Club for giving me the chance to interview my favorite author . Given the opportunity, I tried to make the best of it and I am happy to present you the wonderful conversation I had with our author, Sudipto Das. Before we begin , let me tell you  all : Sudipto Das or rather Sudipto da, ( by which I prefer to all him) is an amazing person and he can keep on talking to you on any topic.. be it music, language , politics or corporate life. Talking to him made me realize that he is an avid reader of everything that he can find and perhaps, which is why, he is a great writer as well.  So let us get to know  more about him :

1. ” linguistic paleontology ” .. when did all of these come to your mind??
When I had decided that I would use Ancient Indian history as the backdrop I started reading historical papers and books on this and that was when I came to know of this field  called linguistic paleontology. I figured out that as archaeological and historical evidences are very scant beyond 1000B.C. with regards to the Indo European history, many people are depending on linguistics to recreate the remote past. I found it very interesting. Taking a linguistic clue and deciphering a piece of history is like a detective job.
2. How  important do you think, is research important for a book?
Research in the genre I’m in is very important. People are very smart now a days and google has made all information available at the finger tips. So it’s very foolish to bluff readers – they will catch you in no time. So you have to extra cautious to cater to a very smart readership. I personally take serious offence when I see a writer cooking up facts and figures in the name of creativity. Fiction is an extrapolation of real facts and figures unless it’s a fantasy like Harry Potter. So as long as facts are figures are used, they should be authentic. So research is the key in my case.
3.  You made your debut by traditional publishing. But very few people get the chance to do that these days and go for self publishing. What is your take on this?
You’ve to be really patient in getting a publisher. Many people have taken to writing and hence publishing is not a very profitable business anymore. Coming from an entrepreneurial  background I understand how important for a business to be profitable. So the publishing houses are very cautious and I don’t blame them. Surely, they could have made use of the technology and the internet in a much better way – like Amazon and Apple have done. But in the present scenario they have to be really cautious to remain afloat. Hence the very little chance for newcomers to get published through conventional channels. 
Self publishing option is a great way to get published. The only problem I see there is that not all authors don’t do a good editorial job. They have to take the professional service of editors. If they do that, then the quality of production is high. In US and UK, lot of people are into self publishing and some are doing quite well too.
4.  How much is book marketing important for the book?
Marketing is everything now-a-days. You can’t sell unless it’s marketed well. I don’t espouse to the theory that every book finds her readers. That would have been true for classics. But I don’t think anyone is writing classics now a days. Even Amitav Ghosh has to market his books properly. Dan Brown has a full fledged PR team strategizing every stage of the marketing. Chetan Bhagat and Amish have also created legends in marketing. Depending on the funds you have, you can make a plan. But you should have a plan indeed.
5. Tell us something about your upcoming book.
The next one, Prembajar is half ready. It’s a modern Indian adaptation of a Greek tragedy, setup against a Bengali backdrop, spanning across India and the US. I’ve a co author for this. The other one, on which I’ve started my research, is a sequel to The Ekkos Clan. That’s again a historical thriller where the Indian mathematician Aryabhata has an important role to play, like the Rig Veda plays in The Ekkos Clan.
6.  What is your view on the idea of co-authoring a novel?
At times you may need complimentary skills in a novel. The reason why I opted for a co author in Prembajar is that I wanted someone from Comparative Literature background. As I’m not from a trained literary background there’s only till a certain point that I can go. Beyond that I need a professionally trained person. Like I feel really sad with most articles written on IT and electronics, even by the best journalists, because they just don’t have the right engineering background. The same is applicable for Prembajar too.
7. What is the sequel about ?
I think I already answered… 🙂
 Thank you Sudipto da for this wonderful interview..
Signing off,
Aparajita

THE DARK HERO

images (2)

 

When the light conceals the secrets,

When life conceals death,

The darkness heralds,

THE HERO !!

 

Verity is a virtue in the cloak of the invincible,

Roar is the melody of the silence unheard,

And power : just an organ,

Of thee : THE HERO

 

Self esteem adds the sparkle to that smile,

Like the mesmerising lightening ;

Beautiful with power,

Of thee : THE HERO

 

The umbrage  erupts ,

Like the dormant volcano,

Spreading through the skin of rocks,

Magnificent !! Enriched in splendour,

Of thee : THE HERO  !!

 

 

Let me worship thy darkness,

When light fails to soak the dead,

When life thrives in that dark dungeon,

A mere doggerel , for you,

Thee, Lord of Darkness : THE HERO

 

WRITTEN IN ILL HEALTH ( NOVEMBER 2014) :-

jadenssistersickbeforedeath
Another day forgets the melody of my voice,
If at all it exists ;
A little sound now and then ;
But the heart keeps on beating .

The smell of anesthesia seeps through my veins,
The scars burn in the cold;
The breath slows down,
In intoxicating slumber.

Tears hurt the bruised skin,
The soul tries to die within,
In that eternal sleep.

The fragile body craves for your warmth,
Oh Lord with the trident, hear my prayers,
Take my pain in your blue throat;
Take me to your Kailash !!

BOOK REVIEW : THE EKKOS CLAN BY SUDIPTO DAS

The Ekkos Clan
by
Sudipto Das
The Blurb
“The Ekkos Clan” is the story of Kratu’s search for the killers of his family, his own roots and the mystery behind his grandmother’s stories.

It’s the fascinating account of Kubha and the basketful of folklore she inherited from her ancestors. The eventful lives of Kubha and her family span a hundred years and encompass turbulent phases of Indian history. The family saga unfurls gradually, along with Kubha’s stories, through the three main characters – Kratu Sen, a grad student at Stanford, Kratu’s best friend TistaDasgupta, and AfsarFareedi, a linguistic palaeontologist.

Afsar hears about Kubha’s stories from Kratu in a casual conversation, but she figures that these stories are not meant to be mere bed time tales – they contain rich linguistic fossils and layers of histories.

In a bizarre incidentKratu miraculously survives an attempt on his life. His sister and uncle had not been so lucky. Were these murders acts of revenge, or a larger ideological conflict connected to Kubha’s stories which conceal perilous secrets that should be suppressed?

Afsar, Kratu and Tista travel across continents to unravel the mystery of Kubha’s roots and the origin of her stories.

At a different level, the novel subtly delves into the origin of one of the oldest civilizations of the world and the first book written by mankind.

Meet the Author

Sudipto was born in Calcutta to a family which fled Bangladesh during the partition riots of 1947. He grew up listening horrid stories of the partition, something which he has used extensively in his debut novel The Ekkos Clan. He completed his engineering from IIT Kharagpur in 1996. He lives in Bangalore.

The links :

Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Ekkos-Clan-Sudipto-Das-ebook/dp/B00I48VJV4/

Amazon.in http://www.amazon.in/The-Ekkos-Clan-Sudipto-Das-ebook/dp/B00I48VJV4/

Flipkarthttp://www.flipkart.com/ekkos-clan-english/p/itmdzcg7adjg8bnq?pid=9789381523957

Author Website :http://www.sudiptodas.com

Twitter :https://twitter.com/sudipto_das

Facebook :https://www.facebook.com/TheEkkosClan

Goodreadshttps://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18195225-the-ekkos-clan

Some Media Mentions

“A promising debut in the growing realm of modern Indian fiction” – Jug Suraiya

“An Indian thriller inspired by Dan Brown & Harrison Ford!… fast-paced thriller, replete with murder and miraculous escapes” – Telegraph

“If you are a history buff and a thriller aficionado, then [it] might just be the book for you” – The Hindu

“A tale of the Indian civilization and culture… takes you on a roller coaster ride” – The New Indian Express

“An interesting read for an afternoon… One feisty woman’s partition story” – Bangalore Mirror

“Should be read for its sheer aspiration and the intelligent handling of historical material” – The Sunday Guardian

“Is essentially a mystery novel, but is grounded in a substantial base of research and exploration into our past” – newsyaps.com
Check out The Book Club Tour Schedule
This Tour is Hosted by : THE BOOK CLUB

NAME OF THE BOOK : THE EKKOS CLAN

NAME OF THE AUTHOR : SUDIPTO DAS

MY RATING : 5 OUT OF 5

MY REVIEW :

A book you can read for the umpteenth time and still feel that you have not been able to unravel its secrets.. a book that makes you cry … a book that makes you want to fall in love with life once again … a book which you are proud to possess … written by an author who will make you say , ” Yes, we Indians too have a Dan Brown .. and our Dan Brown is Sudipto Das ” .. yes… it is THE BOOK … THE EKKOS CLAN..  written by THE AUTHOR , SUDIPTO DAS .

There are so many things I  like about the book.. the more I start reading it, the more I discover new things .. and perhaps this review is not enough .. Still, I have tried to pen down a few for my readers :

(1) The theme of adventure and mystery : the book is a journey .. a journey of discovery.. through soul.. through life.. through history .. read it to experience it.

(2) The theme of love : Love sings a beautiful melody in the stream of adventure. Sudipto Das has portrayed love passionately , and in an unique way , a thousand times better than writers who claim to be ” experts ” in love stories. Kratu’s proposal to Afsar , ” ami tomakey bhalobashi ” still gives me butterflies; it is something every woman dreams of, does not matter if she is a Bengali or not; the words have a charm of their own , something like that perfect piece of diamond, small, but filled with everlasting light. Afsar and Kartu’s romance often made me wonder if they at all existed in real life and if at all they did, I bet they are the epitome of Cupid-Psyche.

(3) The use of language : The flawless editing and neatly woven words make me wonder , ‘ is this author really from IIT ? ‘. Sudipto Das belongs to the group of technocrats from IIT and IIM who have entered the publishing world and have been flooding the market with chick- lits. Well, the author proved that he is way above their league. He is not just a technocrat writing a novel.. he is a genuine writer who writes just for the sake of writing.

(4) The author’s unique style : Sudipto Das has created a style of his own and it is very evident in this novel. He has retained the old names of the cities, like Kolkata as Calcutta and has a whole chapter dedicated to his disapproval against this changing of names. Hats off to you !! Very few people are bold enough to make this move.

(5) A well researched book : These days, we often find writers hurrying to get published. Reading this book made me feel that there are genuine writers out there . The fact that the author  has done research for 3 years to write the book, itself shows the sincerity and hard work done on the part of the author . And if you are still not convinced, look at the reference list at the end of the book ; the no is 59. I don’t think I need to say anything more on this.

Given a chance to write about the book, I would write again and perhaps I would find a new perspective to write on. This book is not just a book; I feel it is a text of study in the field of literature and I hope someday, researchers will be working on this. Can’t wait to red the writer’s next book 😀 8-2 18195225banner 1