Live with what you have and strive for what you don’t.

‘One step at a time’, I told myself as I struggled to grip the ice cold railing on the staircase that seemed to be going up forever. The sub-zero breeze was somehow finding its way through my heavily padded nose and ears, making them numb, as I wheezed and puffed with each stair. The sun was in its ascent, sans a few clouds, the sky was bright and blue. The clarity, you can only dream about in Delhi and Mumbai.   The rays bounced off the surface of the water, reflecting its turquoise hue and making it glitter as if millions of diamonds were strewn merrily on the pristine calm partially frozen waters. In a chalice of snow-capped Himalayan range, the glacial water of Gurudongmar Lake is in true sense a drink of God. Even as I struggled to find my breath at the height of 17800 ft. above sea level, my body putting extra efforts to keep the desired oxygen levels in the body in the low pressure -low oxygen surroundings, I pondered at this nature’s exuberance. A small lake, the si

It has always been a primordial human ambition to fly and feel like a bird and behold the sight of the spectacular creations from the top. A window seat after a tiring business trip does bring smile to your face when you look at the towering scrappers turning into midget structures as you soar up. But what if you want to hold that view for a longer time, enjoy it together with your loved ones, hold a drink and sway with the soothing breeze at a height, or capture it in a photo frame with your near ones at a cost that is not bearing down on your pockets. To enrich this craving experience, engineers and architects across the world have created structures that provide you with these enthralling viewing experiences. Eiffel Tower, London Eye, Singapore Flyer, Burj Khalifa, The Dome, etc. are some of the iconic structures around the world that literally give you an over the top experience. My gorgeous wife in front of Eiffel Tower Eiffel Tower, Paris: The most iconic structure of

A Travelogue set in 1973 at the historic heartland of West Bengal (Based on true experience of my father Sh. Nitai Chandra Basak)                                                                                        He thought he heard something. Rattling in the bushes or his own heartbeat, which has now started to pound, his senses heightened. Nitai’ s two friends have not uttered in the last half an hour. A thought dawning on them in this moonless dark night, “Are we lost?”. They struggled to keep pace with the lone figure ahead of them, almost a fickle of a shape now, glowing like a bunch of firefly in a tenebrous night covered by cowering barren branches of thick arcane trees. The sun was keeping longer and the nights have started to shorten. The mornings were still misty as the stone cobbled narrow streets of Hathibagan in North Calcutta lazily brought itself to life from the slumber of late night addas. Dipping his rusk in his tea, with a newspaper in ha