
An English monthly news-magazine launched in Darjeeling.
Darjeeling: Four students were severely injured today when a Ghoom Jorebungalow Motor Syndicate Taxi they had boarded fell into a ditch near Batasia. The students were returning home after attending the peace rally organized by the citizens of Darjeeling. An elderly lady and five men from Ghoom were among those injured. The injured were immediately rushed to the District Hospital at Darjeeling by local Samaritans and attended upon by the emergency staff. According to Dikchin Lamu a student from St. Joseph’s College, who was the first to be brought to the hospital, the driver while fiddling for coins lost control and inadvertently led the car into a ditch. No charges have been so far made against the driver so far.

Samaritan Anand Pradhan and Rupen Biswakarma who rushed the injured to the Hospital.
Situated in the heart of Darjeeling, and rising abruptly and steeply like some lone sentinel
is ‘Observatory Hill’ locally known as ‘Dara’. The steep climb up is well worth the magnificent view that is seen from its summit. The whole mountain range can be seen with all the surrounding country-side, right into the heart of Sikkim. More than 12 peaks of over 20,000 feet can be counted, with many other lesser peaks also in sight.
The Mahakal Temple occupies the summit where once a Buddhist monastery stood. Read more »
The Great Himalayan Rock Contest has been set for November this year. Since I will be doing most of its promos, the preliminaries will be held at the Capitol Hall while the finals will be an open air concert at the fabulous Chowrasta. Let’s hope the glorious days of Rock in our beloved town are back. Kudos to VDM Records. Check out my preliminary promotion poster of The Great Himalayan Rock Contest in my poster section.
If words could have portrayed our emotions, like colours in the hands of a painter; if words could have latched on to the reality of moment like a nestled dream in our mind… I would have been happy. I would have danced around the meadowed green like a cur training to catch a butterfly, like an unborn child trying to wiggle his way out from the womb of his mother. But alas, my words fail me… They leave me alone in the midst of battle surrounded by enemy, unarmed and baffled. Only to stop beyond the lines to look back and mock at the General, they once served well. True, I am a man of words, and just words, as Annabelle once pointed out. True, I am a man moist in the deluge of dreams and imagination as Sherry once evaluated. But still, I can’t make it. Words fail me, when I need them the most today……
Emerald green, divine blue, visions of dream perhaps.