Basudeb Das from Bolpur town of West Bengal, devote his life to the practice of metaphysical poetry and in search of the eternal entity. He is a singer, practitioner as well as a teacher to many students, and speaks of this way of life and art form. Basudeb was growing up in a village twenty-five […]
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Studio 6/6 is an art space, gallery, independent cultural venue and hub of creativity. Located in the heart of Dhaka, Bangladesh, Studio 6/6 stands as a testament to artistic passion, community, and creativity. Founded in 2015 by Bangladeshi artist-printmaker Najib Tareque, Farhana Afroz, and multidisciplinary artist Taiara Farhana Tareque, this art space, gallery, and independent cultural
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Kichhu Sanglap Kichhu Pralap (English: Dialogue and Delirium) is mostly based on Kolkata’s gossip of the Indian Coffee House off College Street. The perception of capitalism, giving the film communist overtones, that probably appeal to believers in communism and the intellectuals of Kolkata. Where institutions like the World Bank and International Monetary Fund are clearly
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World Photo Day or World Photography Day is an observance day held annually across the world on 19th August. It is an international event all about photography, a celebration of 175 years since the first photographic process; that celebrates the passion for photography in various communities. In 1837, it originated after the invention of the
Three principles of Drishtantaism that can affect the world. Drishtantaism, an ultramodern Lokayata (mostly known as Charvaka) philosophy of the Indian subcontinent, came to the notice of intellectuals in the late 2010s. It was proposed by Shobuj Taposh as the next Philosophy of Postmodernism and founded with a mixture of Eastern and Western theories. In the three principles, the political
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Words are evolving inLabyrinth the wrong channelNothing is spared to seeIn the dust of the art galleryNothing is spared to knowIn all genres of artsI sit unmindfullyIn the little attic of sense My streets, my world are red blue lampsI flow in the shivering lights of shackles My crying is the lonely nightThinking over wrong
