By Aditya Chakrabarty(10 Dec 2014)
Every now and then we skirt pass a helpless with a queer sense of selfishness and apathy. Every now and then we relish a distress with a sense of sadist voyeuristic pleasure. Every now and then life flows by
even as humanity goes begging.
But sometimes some cities do stand by and stop like good Samaritans in aid of those distressed. Kolkata is one such city. It was known to be one with a soul—palpable pounding and caring. But in this, nano-second new millennium is the city too pre-occupied to react, to protest, to stand by???
Ek Phali Rodh (The Ray of light) asks this poignant question.