January 24, 2014

On the verge of whole new era - Srijani Chowdhury

On the verge of whole new era,
We stand by
wandering endlessly amidst
several odds-
odds of life
those of modern day survival.
Seeking, probing
or maybe just asking-
what are we here to do?
We stand at a threshold
where life beckons
and the future summons
spluttering unknown,
unimagined realities.
Vandalism, hooliganism, diabolism,
stubborn convictions,
political scrambles,
all seeking refuge together,
striking together
under one land and sky-
sufferers thought-out are we.
Amidst this holocaust
we seem to leave behind
our unconditional, unpretentious
Thus fade our desired destinies.
We are left reminiscing the past,
the future.
Time seems to be advancing,
towards a dreaded future.
The call of time
spreads like a heavy pall,
sweeping away with it
the little remnants of-
Faith, peace, hope n perseverance…


Srijani Chowdhury

About the author: Srijani Chowdhury currently working in an MNC as an HR Asst. Manager & residing in Hyderabad for the last 4 months. She is very fond of music, dance (was in Shiamak Davar's troupe for 5 years), avid reader of fictional stories as well as a big movie buff. Once in a while she ends up penning down her thoughts in the form of short stories or poem. Srijani is just 4 months old in Bengalis in Hyderabad and have made quite a few friends. 


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January 22, 2014

A new chapter for "Bengalis in Hyderabad"

Dear members,

It was early November when the BiH Advisory Committee met and decided that Bengalis in Hyderabad should be registered as a society. After few rounds of discussion, the decision was taken as the process was started.

For the next 2 months, the members of the board went through serious hiccups and challenges which started to prick like a thorn and finally on 22 January, 2013 we were finally registered as a society.

There were lots of questions raised on the reason for registration and benefits to the community. Over the last one year through the sincere support of all our members we were able to clear the answers for everyone and today as we stand on the 1st Anniversary of our registration, each and everyone of us feel proud being part of this community.

There are many who have been with us since it's inception in 2006 and are still showering their unconditional love and support. There were some who felt that this is not the right place to be and have parted ways. There are a few who left us and came back only to realize that they love the people here.

We have traveled the way through various emotions of love, hatred, friendship, etc. but one thing in our heart kept us together, "Bengalis in Hyderabad".

We would take this opportunity to thank all our Premium Members who took the risk to support us through their contribution. We are extremely grateful and honored to have so much support. We hope to have come up to your expectation. Being in the learning phase we are bound to make mistakes and looking forward to your suggestions and help which will make us stronger in the coming years.

This year, there are lot of things being planned and keep an eye for updates coming for you.

Looking forward to the year ahead.


Rahul Basu
Bengalis in Hyderabad


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January 21, 2014

Towards a New Dawn - Soumalya Chakraborty

The monsoon was showing no retreat this year. It was early November and the city was still being lashed by yet another thunderstorm resulting from a deep depression. With the rain pouring in sheets and howling winds assaulting every tree audacious enough to raise their heads in the face of their onslaught, the city resembled one of those medieval settlements besieged by an all-conquering emperor.

Father Patrick was trying to sleep in the confines of his bedroom above the prayer hall. He was attached to a small Catholic church near Sealdah. Being in the vicinity of popular churches such as St. James’ (popularly known as “Jora Girja”) and St. John’s meant that not too many worshipers frequented his church. A typical day consisted of morning and evening masses, occasional baptisms, confessions and day to day activities of running and maintaining the building. Thanks to the torrential downpours since morning, even the routine activities had been shelved that day.

It was well past midnight when Samuel, his trusted aide knocked on his door softly, “Father, there’s a gentleman downstairs to see you”.

“At this time?”, surprise poured out of every word Father Patrick uttered. It was incredible that someone had braved this weather to show up at that hour.  With mounting curiosity, Father Patrick descended the stairs to the waiting hall. The gentleman waiting on one of the benches stood up and bowed slightly. He was dressed in a black overcoat and stooped a little. He had a felt hat on which was covering most of his face. Despite the obscure features, Father Patrick could tell he was an elderly man who was deeply troubled.

“I am here for a confession Father”, the man spoke with a slow, measured voice. “You must be surprised to have a visitor at this hour but I had little choice. Whatever I have to say, it should be said now or never”

“This way please”, Father Patrick guided the gentleman to the confession box. Once they were seated facing each other, the priest patiently waited for the man to narrate his story.

“I have decided to end my life Father”, the man came straight to the point. “Life can only take so much hardship, the spirit can only endure pain till a point. I have reached my breaking point”

“I am sorry to hear this my son!” Father Patrick intoned in his calm, soothing voice. “I know at times the going gets tough and it seems all is lost but that’s just God’s way of making you stronger.”

“It’s easy to say that when you have only yourself to deal with. How do you preserve your sanity when your well-being depends upon the collective actions of thousands of people?”  “I am sorry son, but I don’t understand what you are saying”, Father Patrick gave the stranger a puzzled look.

“Father, I am no human being. I am the spirit of the city which you inhabit. I have been portrayed as ‘joy’, ‘festivity’, ‘liveliness’ to everyone curious about Kolkata but THIS is my real state of being. I am scarred, battered and broken. I am sick of pretensions and hollow masquerade. 

I have made up my mind. The spirit of the city dies tonight! I am what you construct and Father, everybody here has made me the phantom of a lost glory. I used to be a beautiful woman once, full of life with a spring in my step-but now, this torn, beaten up old man is what I have become”

Father Patrick paused for a while as he took this in. His oratory held at bay by this most unexpected revelation. As he closed his eyes seeking an answer, a voice inside him spoke up:

“Your spirit is what you make it, and you are a new man every day”

Father Patrick opened his eyes, “You see the rain outside? Do you think the rays of the sun will never touch these flooded streets again? People are not made the same my son-some make you a beautiful lady while others make you who you are now. But this transformation emphasizes the promise of change.

Just like seasons, with new people come new hope. Search for this hope in the many newborns who would define you someday.”

The spirit stared back, motionless, intent.

“You have seen more than three centuries, gone through so many transformations. This too will pass, maybe for something more glorious than you ever thought?”

The old man stood up, straighter now. He tipped his hat a little, “Thank you Father. I’ll wait”.

As Father Patrick walked up to the altar, he looked out of the window to see dawn breaking. The first sun rays inched into the church through the narrow slits in the window frame. The rain had stopped.  Father Patrick knelt before the altar - “Amen to new beginnings!”, he whispered.


Soumalya Chakraborty

About the author: Soumalya Chakraborty did his Masters in English Literature from University of Hyderabad and have been here since 2006. He currently works in a Gaming company as a Project Manager. Though professionally he is not into literature but reading and writing have always been an integral part of his life and will continue to be. Soumalya joined Bengalis in Hyderabad actively in 2011 and for him it's been a blast so far with all the friends. He has organised activities and has participated in. The networking he made in Bengalis in Hyderabad has benefited him till now. 


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January 9, 2014

HADU debuts in BiH Blog - Debojyoti Mahapatra

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Hadu or Hyderabad Dadu, was started to spread some joy and at the same time spread awareness about social evils which are currently ruining the society. It has popularized among the bengalis here in Hyderabad and started slowly showing impact beyond the Hyderabad boundary too. It is probably one of the first bengali cartoon strip targeted Hyderabad bengali denizens.

This is the debut post of HADU in our blog. Hadu will start sharing exclusive contents to our readers over the period of time through the blog.

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Stay safe, stay healthy.

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Debojyoti Mahapatra

About the author: Debojyoti Mahapatra is a Software Engineer working for an IT Services company in Hyderabad. After from his busy schedule at work, he finds some time out to nurture his hobby of drawing and painting. Rana, as they popularly know him, joined Bengalis in Hyderabad few years back and since then have become an active part of the group. He is a fun element to the group and everyone enjoys his presence. He is also an active organizer of our social service wing, Sporsho and likes to spend time with children. He also likes to play football and have won laurels for his skills too.

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